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The moment they realize you're not where you belong

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Han

“Hannie, you’re mine, right? You should pay more attention to me,” you say with a playful pout, your voice teasing yet affectionate. Those simple words strike Han like lightning, sending him soaring to the moon and back again all because of you. His heart races, his lips curl into a soft, almost childlike smile, and for a moment, he looks completely innocent. But beneath that sweetness, behind the warm eyes and gentle grin, lies something far more intense. Because Han isn’t just any ordinary guy in love. There’s a monster inside him one that doesn’t come out often, but when it does, it’s overwhelming and impossible to ignore. That side of him is wild, possessive, and dangerous in the most consuming way. And yet, when it comes to you, all of that intensity becomes something entirely different. He doesn't care how twisted his thoughts can get or how obsessed he might seem. None of that matters, because to him, your words are proof that you feel the same. In his mind, the moment you told him he’s yours, it confirmed everything he’s ever believed. You love him just as deeply, just as intensely, and maybe even just as irrationally as he does you. That thought alone is enough to send shivers down his spine in the best way.

“I’m yours,” he says softly, and the sincerity in his voice is unmistakable. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his hand lingering near yours like he never wants to let go. “What does my love want now?” he asks, his tone almost dreamy. “I’ll give you the whole world if you ask for it.” And he means every word. Han would move mountains, rewrite the stars, and bend the world if it meant seeing you smile. His love is not passive it’s all-consuming, fiery, and a little delusional in the way only the deepest obsessions can be. But even in the madness of it, he’s trying. He gives you everything you ask for, and even the things you don’t. He tries to respect your space even if it’s not complete privacy. You still feel him there, always hovering close, always watching, always waiting for you to need him. To him, giving you space doesn’t mean letting you go. It just means standing a few steps behind, still fully involved in your world. And if you ever call for him, he’ll be at your side in seconds, eager to please, desperate to love. Han has no plans of leaving. You’ve claimed him, and he belongs to you without question. But what you might not fully realize yet is just how much you belong to him, too. And in his heart, that’s exactly how it’s meant to be forever.

Felix

“You’ve been spending way too much time on that game,” you say, half-joking but half-serious as you gently shake his shoulder. “Remember, I’m right here. I need your attention, too.” The moment your words reach Felix, his fingers suddenly freeze on the keyboard. The clacking of keys stops mid-motion as his entire body goes still. He doesn’t even bother pressing pause he just turns to face you, eyes wide with focus like the game no longer exists. “What was that?” he asks, pretending to have missed it, but there’s a glint in his eyes. A smile is already tugging at the corners of his lips. Before you can repeat yourself, that smile grows wider, brighter, and he launches forward to pull you into a spontaneous, full-bodied hug. “Right, right,” he says, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a dramatic sigh. “Stupid me. I should be giving you all my attention, not those games.” And just like that, the moment shifts. With Felix, it always does. His ability to switch gears from focused to completely obsessed with you is seamless and overwhelming in the best and worst ways. Because here’s the truth: Felix gives his full attention only to the things he truly cares about. When he’s locked into something, whether it’s a game or a passion project, the rest of the world fades into a blur.

But once you pull him back once you become that focus there’s no turning back. He doesn’t do things halfway. Now that you’ve demanded his attention, you’ve got it all his gaze, his thoughts, his emotions, his touch. And once Felix gives himself to you, he does so completely. His love isn’t soft or quiet. It’s loud, vibrant, and deeply consuming. He’ll stare at you like you’re the only person in existence, like you’ve just become his new obsession and in that moment, you have. He believes what he wants to believe, and right now, that belief is all about you. You want his attention? Now you’ll have it and he won’t look away. His hands stay wrapped around your waist, his eyes locked on yours like they’re tracing every detail. His mind isn’t drifting anymore. It’s here. Entirely on you. He doesn’t care if it becomes too much for you, if his presence starts to feel like too much heat, too much closeness. He’s decided he wants you, and that’s all that matters. To him, you’ve entered his world now. And in his world, once you have his heart, there’s no such thing as escape. His eyes are on you, his mind wrapped around yours, and his soul completely entangled with your presence. And now that you’ve pulled him back from the screen, you’ve invited something far more intense. Felix’s attention is yours. Entirely. Completely. Irrevocably. And he’s not letting go.

Seungmin

In the end, it’s always Seungmin’s game and he never loses. Every step you take, every word you say, he’s already five moves ahead. So when you whine, “Minnie, look at me… I want attention,” with that playful tone, he doesn’t immediately respond. But there’s a knowing, wicked smirk tugging at his lips even before he turns his head. Because in that moment, he knows one thing for certain. You’ve finally fallen into his trap. And just like that, he wins again. He turns to you slowly, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and that smirk deepens ever so slightly. It’s not a smile of love it’s a smile of control. Power. He’s not surprised at all. After all, everything is going according to his plan. Seungmin has always known how to pull the strings just right, how to make you crave him, need him, even beg for pieces of his attention. Your freedom? That was an illusion from the start. The space you think you have, the choices you think you make those only exist because he allows them to. And the moment he decides to take it all back, you won’t see it coming. Only Seungmin and maybe God knows when that day will come. Until then, he lets you believe you're free, just enough to keep you close and dependent on him.

But don’t mistake this for cruelty. No, in his mind, this is love. The kind of love that grips tightly, that refuses to let go. The kind of love that started from the very beginning. From day one, Seungmin wanted you. He watched, waited, and planned. Patiently. Obsessively. And he never once let that desire fade. You were his goal, and now you’re his reality. He doesn’t love lightly he never has. His love is all-consuming, strategic, and absolute. And he believes that’s exactly how love should be. You might think it’s sweet when he calls your name softly or smiles when you pout, but under that gentle voice is something far more intense. Something darker. Something dangerous. And he keeps that part of himself locked away for now. Because all he needs is your trust. Your obedience. Your heart. All you have to do is listen to him. He’ll give you the world when you’re good. He’ll make you feel adored, protected, even worshiped. But step too far, question him too much, and you might see the real Seungmin. The side of him that doesn’t play games anymore. But of course, you don’t want to see that version of him. Right? So for now, just keep asking for his attention, keep falling into his world. That’s exactly what he wants. Because in this game his game he’s already decided how it ends. And no matter what, Seungmin will always win.

Jeongin

“Innie, where’s my hug?” you say with a playful pout, reaching out toward him. Jeongin immediately responds with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. It’s comforting, warm the kind of hug that makes you feel like nothing else matters but the two of you in that moment. And maybe that’s exactly what Jeongin wants. You see, Jeongin has a certain way of loving. He doesn’t demand your attention outright but he knows exactly how to make you lean on him, how to gently pull you closer until you start depending on him without even noticing. Slowly but surely, he makes himself the center of your world. He doesn’t force it he simply becomes the one you turn to, the one you trust most, the one you feel safest with. And he plays his role perfectly. He’s the boyfriend everyone dreams of: attentive, gentle, and endlessly sweet. He listens to you like every word matters, treats you like royalty, and shows up every time you need him. With him, you feel adored, respected, and loved in all the ways you thought only existed in stories. It’s no wonder you fall so hard. Who wouldn’t? But behind that charming smile and loving gaze is something deeper something darker. A side of Jeongin that he never shows.

Because the truth is, everything he gives you your space, your freedom, your independence it all comes with invisible strings. You might think you’re free, but he always knows where you are. He always watches, always waits, always has his quiet ways of being close, even when you think you’re alone. He doesn’t need to ask where you’ve been. He already knows. And you never notice. Because the love he gives is so soft, so perfect, you never suspect what lies beneath it. You never feel the control because it’s masked so well behind comfort and security. He’s made himself your safe place so much so, that the idea of living without him feels impossible now. And that’s exactly how he wants it. To Jeongin, the moment you rely on him emotionally, mentally, even physically he’s won. Because once you get used to his presence, to his comfort, to the way he quietly becomes your everything, there’s no going back. He knows it. You just haven’t realized it yet. You may think your life is better with him in it and perhaps it is. But Jeongin made sure of that. He shaped your world to revolve around him, piece by piece, until he became your gravity. And once someone becomes your gravity, you can’t just let them go. Not now. Not ever. Because with Jeongin… there’s no such thing as freedom. Only love his version of it. And he’ll make sure you never want anything else.

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Can I request a yandere!straykids reaction when their s/o says "you're mine" to them. The S/O's words have a loving and gentle tone rather than possessive, the words are an affirmation that the S/O trusts the yandere!straykids and that they have a strong bond. Will yandere!straykids become more clingy, protective and obsessive, or will they give more freedom when they see that their s/o loves them and wants to spend their life with them?

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Say it again...

When you finally fall into his trap and start saying sweet things to Yandere!skz.

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💬Finally, I’m back! Honestly, it feels a bit awkward to start writing again, and I’m really sorry for the long delay. Thank you so much for the request, the virtual hugs and kisses, and most of all, your patience while waiting for me. It really means a lot.

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Chan

“You’re mine, Channie. Don’t ever leave me, okay?” Your voice was soft, trembling with vulnerability, as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. The warmth of your back hug caught Chan off guard, halting his breath for a few seconds. For that brief moment, he froze his heart skipping a beat not from fear, but from the overwhelming wave of emotion that surged through him. Then slowly, he turned around, his arms immediately pulling you into a tight embrace. It was instinctive, intense, and entirely sincere. His smirk, laced with something both amused and dangerously satisfied, curved onto his lips but he made sure to hide it. He pressed your face gently into his chest, letting you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat while he concealed the expression he wore like a secret. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice husky, deep with emotion and something more primal. “I’m yours.” The words were simple, but the meaning behind them ran deep much deeper than you likely realized. In his eyes, it was a vow. A declaration. A binding promise. He didn’t just belong to you; you belonged to him just as much, maybe even more. “No one’s going to tear us apart,” he added, his tone darkening just slightly, not with fear, but with unwavering certainty.

“And I’ll make sure everyone knows it.” That was all it took to ignite something inside him—a powerful, undeniable certainty that everything he had ever dreamed of was finally unfolding before him. To be yours completely, and to have you entirely his that was his ultimate desire. His greatest fantasy wasn’t of romance in the conventional sense. It was about belonging. About ownership. About that unbreakable connection that no one could intrude upon. And now, in this quiet yet charged moment, that fantasy was becoming reality. A warm, consuming feeling spread across his chest like wildfire. It wasn’t just love it was something deeper, more intense. Possessiveness. Obsession. Devotion. All of it tangled into one overwhelming emotion that consumed him from within. But he didn’t mind. He welcomed it. Because you were his. Totally his. And even better—you didn’t realize just how deep he had drawn you in. You were falling, willingly, into the world he had created just for the two of you. That blind trust in your eyes only made him cling tighter, hold longer, breathe you in like a drug. He didn’t need to control himself anymore. He had what he wanted. He had you. And in his mind, there was no greater victory. No sweeter feeling. So he held you close, lips brushing the top of your head, hiding the smirk that only grew wider with each second you stayed in his arms. You were his entire world and now, finally, he had become yours too.

Minho

“Of course you’re mine, remember?” you said with a light laugh, your voice playfully teasing as you watched Minho moving around the kitchen. There was something undeniably charming about the way he cooked just for you focused, calm, and effortlessly graceful. Your giggles echoed softly through the space, breaking the quiet rhythm of his movements. But then, something changed. The moment your words reached him, his hand froze mid-motion, the knife pausing above the cutting board. He didn’t say anything right away. Slowly, almost deliberately, Minho set the knife down, the clink of metal against wood echoing in the silence. Then, without a word, he started walking toward you. You blinked in surprise, still sitting at the table, unsure of what to expect. He didn’t rush, but there was intensity in his steps. He reached the table and placed one hand on its surface, leaning forward until his face hovered close to yours, even though the table still stood between you. His gaze was locked onto you sharp, unwavering, and filled with something deeper than amusement. “Right,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I’m always yours.” There was a weight to his words, a gravity that made your heart skip a beat. His eyes never left yours, as if he were trying to memorize your expression at that exact moment.

“That’s such a sweet thing to hear from you, darling,” he murmured, his tone growing heavier with every word. It was more than just happiness. It was something deeper, something more profound. He wasn’t just touched by your words he was moved by them, as if they confirmed everything he had always believed. You were his. From the very beginning, whether you had known it or not, you had always belonged to him. He had claimed you with every glance, every subtle action, every moment spent in your presence. And now, hearing those words from your lips it felt like a silent victory. He had played the long game, gentle and patient, and now he had finally won. Minho’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek with such tenderness that it made your breath hitch. His touch was warm, almost reverent, but there was something possessive hidden beneath the softness. “And I’ll always be yours,” he whispered, his thumb lingering on your skin. “I’ll never let you go.” It wasn’t just a statement it felt like a vow. Or maybe it was a promise he made to himself long ago, now spoken aloud. In that moment, there was no denying it: you were his entire world. And he was ready to do whatever it took to keep it that way. The kitchen fell quiet again, but the silence was no longer empty. It was filled with something powerful and unspoken an understanding that neither of you needed to voice. Because now, you both knew exactly where you stood with each other. Forever.

Changbin

“What are you looking at? I’m right here, Binnie. You should be looking at me and only me,” you teased playfully, leaning over to sneak a glance at his phone screen. Your tone was light, your smile mischievous, but your words struck something deep within Changbin. He froze for a moment, caught off guard. Slowly, he turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a sharp intensity that hadn’t been there just seconds before. “You’re right,” he said, voice low but firm. “You’re right here… and you’re mine. Only mine.” He didn’t even realize it at first, but his fingers had tightened around his phone gripping it so hard that the edges of the device dug into his skin. It wasn’t anger that made him hold it like that. It was something warmer, yet far more consuming. A rush of emotions swirled inside him affection, longing, and something darker, something more possessive. You were right there in front of him, laughing like you always did, unaware of just how deeply you were already embedded in his heart.

Without a second thought, Changbin set the phone down and reached out, his hand cradling your cheek with a gentleness that contrasted with the storm inside him. His thumb brushed softly across your skin as he studied your face with such focus it made you blink. “I think…” he started, pausing as if carefully choosing his words, “I think I need to give you more of my attention. All of it, actually. I should be loving you all the time.” His voice was quiet, almost as if he wasn’t saying it to you, but swearing it to himself. A silent vow that, from this point on, nothing else would come before you. He didn’t know if it was a good thing for you or for him but he was certain about one thing: he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. To him, the world had narrowed down to a single point you. And in this world he was building, this space made just for the two of you, there would be no distance, no silence, no one else. Just you and Changbin. Always. His gaze told you what he didn’t say aloud: from now on, he would be everywhere. In your view, in your thoughts, in every quiet moment. His presence wouldn’t fade when you walked away; it would follow, lingering like a shadow, always watching, always close. There would be no more freedom in the way you once knew it because loving Changbin came with the price of being loved intensely in return. And in his love, there was no room for anyone else. Just you. Just him. Forever.

Hyunjin

The moment the words leave your lips soft and sincere telling Hyunjin that he’s yours, everything about him changes. His eyes light up like stars, his heart soars, and it’s as if the whole world suddenly makes sense to him. Just hearing that you claim him, that he belongs to you, sends him over the moon. Without even realizing it, he tightens his hold on your hand, squeezing it gently but firmly as you walk side by side. That small action speaks volumes how deeply he cares, how safe he feels with you, and how much it means to him to be yours. There’s something beautiful in how he holds on, like you’re his anchor and his sanctuary all at once. With those few simple words, you’ve earned something rare from Hyunjin: his complete trust. And that trust gives you a little more space, a bit more freedom, even if he still follows you around like a devoted puppy. He can’t help it he’s head over heels for you, completely and utterly enchanted by everything you do. The way you smile, the sound of your voice, even your quiet moments he wants to be part of it all. He’s not overbearing, but his presence is constant. He just needs to be near you.

Not to control you, but because he simply feels better when you’re close. He’s the kind of person who finds peace in your nearness, who feels at ease knowing you’re safe by his side. That’s why, even if you express a desire to go out or spend time away from him, he’ll nod and agree so long as he can be with you. To Hyunjin, being yours isn’t just a label. It’s a feeling that consumes him, fills him with warmth, and makes everything seem brighter. He doesn’t need grand declarations or dramatic displays; just knowing he’s yours is more than enough to make him feel complete. And though he gives you the room to breathe and move freely, he’s always nearby watching, waiting, loving. He’s the kind of person who won’t demand all of your time, but will treasure every second you willingly give. And if you reach for him, even just a glance or a touch, he’ll be there smiling, blushing, and ready to follow you anywhere. Hyunjin’s love is soft but steadfast. It's full of tenderness and quiet devotion. He’ll walk beside you, hold your hand a little tighter when you're unsure, and smile like he’s the luckiest person alive just because you looked his way. And now that you’ve told him he’s yours, there’s no going back. Because from this moment forward, Hyunjin is yours completely and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I can’t believe it’s already been four years!! time really flies... I didn’t realize how long I’ve had this little space, my so called "tinytinyblogs". But I’m truly grateful to still be here, surrounded by lovely people like you all. Thank you for sticking around, reading my posts, and sending me sweet messages they always brighten my day. I’ll be back soonnnnn with new stories to share. Sorry for being inactive for quite a while, but don’t worry, I’m doing just fine. I hope you’re all having a wonderful day too!

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Why not? Just move in with me darling!

The moment they realize you're not where you belong

Hyung line, Maknae line

💬 Update again life’s been such a rollercoaster lately, with so many ups and downs. But through it all, I hope whoever’s reading this is having a good day. Sending you the warmest virtual hug! ❤️

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Han

Han's cheerful demeanor disappeared the moment you refused his offer. His usual bright eyes dulled instantly, replaced by something far more wounded—something far more dangerous. “You don’t love me enough, do you?” he asked, voice low, almost broken. You tried to explain, to make him understand, but he wasn't listening. In Han’s mind, love meant saying yes without hesitation, without conditions. And if you truly loved him, you would have agreed to move in without a second thought. That night changed everything. Gone was the playful, light-hearted boy you thought you knew. In his place was someone colder, someone who didn’t bother hiding his resentment. Slowly, without you even realizing at first, Han began isolating you from everyone you cared about. He called your friends bad influences, claimed they didn’t truly have your best interests at heart. When you tried to defend them, to stand up for the people who had been with you long before him, he didn’t argue. He simply stared through you, as if your words didn’t matter. Because to him, they didn’t. Bit by bit, he chipped away at your world until the only safe place left was him. The scariest part was how natural he made it all seem. He masked his manipulation behind smiles, behind sweet words, behind concern that seemed genuine.

He wasn’t cruel outright he was clever. Calculated. When isolation wasn’t enough, he escalated. Suddenly, Han grew sick. Or so he claimed. At first, it was minor headaches, fevers, dizziness. Enough to make you worry, to make you drop your plans to be by his side. Then came the injuries. A twisted ankle. A fall down the stairs. Incidents that always happened when you mentioned leaving, always just serious enough to make you stay a little longer. You knew, deep down, something wasn’t right. But every time you tried to pull away, he would look at you with wide, pleading eyes, as if his entire existence depended on your choice. One evening, as you sat by his bedside, wiping a cool cloth over his forehead after he claimed another fever, he reached for your hand. His grip was weak, trembling, but unrelenting. “Stay,” he whispered, voice cracking with emotion. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a desperate, shaking rhythm. “Because I can’t… If you go, I don’t think I’ll survive.” The words burrowed deep inside you, heavy and suffocating. How could you walk away from him now, when he looked so broken, so fragile? How could you live with yourself if something happened to him? And that was exactly what Han wanted. Not your love freely given but your love trapped by guilt.

Felix

At first, it seemed like he accepted it. When you told him you didn’t want to move in with him, his bright smile faltered, dimming like a light being slowly snuffed out. His eyes glazed over with something close to quiet distress, and for a moment, you almost regretted your decision. Almost. “Okay,” he said in a low, flat voice, the sound so soft it barely reached your ears. It wasn’t angry or pleading. It was... disappointed. But more than that, it felt final, like he had heard you and accepted it. You wanted to believe that. You needed to believe that. But you were wrong. The next day, you came home from work, exhausted and ready to collapse into bed only to find the door to your apartment unlocked. Panic spiked in your chest as you rushed inside, only to be met with a sight that made your stomach churn. He was there. In the middle of your living room, wearing that same bright, sunny smile you thought you had crushed just yesterday. Except now, it didn’t feel sweet it felt wrong. All around him were boxes. His boxes. His clothes. His books. His life. unpacking into yours. You stood frozen, watching him hum to himself as he arranged his things neatly around your apartment like he belonged there, like he always had.

When he finally noticed you, he didn’t look guilty. He didn’t look apologetic. He looked happy. “Finally,” he said with a grin that lit up his whole face. He dropped a stack of books onto your coffee table like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Since you didn’t want to move in with me,” he continued, stepping closer to you, “I decided to make it simple.” You opened your mouth, but no words came out. He didn’t seem to mind. He closed the distance between you, his hands brushing your arms in a touch that should have felt comforting but instead made your skin crawl. His smile softened just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I moved into your apartment instead,” he said, as if it was the most obvious, reasonable thing in the world. His voice was full of affection, the kind of devotion that could suffocate. “Well, after all,” he whispered, his forehead nearly touching yours now, “you should be near me, shouldn’t you, sweetheart?” You could feel the walls closing in, feel the invisible cage snapping shut around you. Because deep down, you knew this wasn’t a compromise. This wasn’t love. This was ownership. And you had just become his favorite possession.

Seungmin

Seungmin raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable, voice calm eerily so. “That’s not the right answer,” he says, as if he had already predicted your response but was quietly hoping you’d choose differently. There’s no anger in his voice, no raised tones, just a firm finality that sends a chill through you. It’s not a warning it’s a confirmation. He knew you’d resist, but he also knew what he’d do next. Because Seungmin doesn’t argue. He acts. He is methodical. Brutal, even. When things don’t go his way, he doesn’t sulk or beg he simply takes control. And when you said no to moving in with him, he didn’t plead or ask again. He simply let it hang in the air, gave you that look that said everything without words. A look that said, You’ll regret this. And then darkness. You wake up suddenly, the world blurry and your head pounding. There’s a sharp pressure behind your eyes, a dull ache that throbs with each beat of your heart. You sit up slowly, confusion spreading through your foggy mind as you take in your surroundings. This isn’t your bedroom. It’s far too neat, too cold yet familiar in the worst way. Your things are here.

Your favorite hoodie, your toothbrush on the sink, your books stacked beside his. It’s all been arranged around his apartment like you’ve been living here for weeks. But you don’t remember a single moment of coming here. You blink, trying to make sense of it, and then your eyes land on him. Seungmin is sitting just a few feet away, relaxed, watching you with calm, patient eyes. There’s no guilt in his gaze, no shame. Only satisfaction. “How do you feel, darling?” he asks, his tone gentle, almost affectionate. “You’re home now. Don’t worry. Home sweet home with me.” He stands, taking slow steps toward you. There’s a slight smile playing on his lips, not quite warm, not quite cold. Just... certain. “I hope you understand now,” he continues softly, as if he’s giving you a life lesson instead of terrifying you. “When I say something, I mean it. You belong here. With me. And when you don’t listen…” He leans in, voice dropping lower, more intense. “Well, I’ll make sure you do.” You freeze, heart racing. Your instincts scream at you to run, to scream, to fight but something about his composure is paralyzing. There’s no chaos here. No mess. Just his quiet obsession. And it hits you. You didn’t move in with Seungmin. He moved you in.

Jeongin

Jeongin’s lips form a soft pout the moment you refuse him again. It’s subtle, almost boyish, but the glint in his eyes betrays something far more dangerous simmering beneath the surface. He doesn’t react violently, not yet. He just stares at you for a beat too long, his jaw tight, as if he's holding something back. Then, with a forced smile, he lets it go, for now. But he doesn’t stop asking. Day after day, the same question lingers in the air like a ticking clock. “I just want to keep you safe. Is that so bad?” he says with a calm voice, but there's a tension in it that unsettles you. At first, you try to laugh it off, brush it aside, pretending it’s nothing serious. But he keeps pushing, keeps repeating it like a mantra. Eventually, the persistence wears on you. It becomes suffocating. You snap. “I already told you I’m not moving in with you, Jeongin! Why won’t you just drop it?” The words hang in the air, sharp and unforgiving. And in that moment, something in him shifts. It’s subtle at first just a twitch in his brow, a slow exhale through his nose. But then his smile fades, and the real Jeongin steps into the light. The one he’s been trying to hide.

The one you've been lucky enough not to meet, until now. “I see,” he says softly, voice low and flat. “So that’s how it is.” Before you can respond, he moves. In one swift motion, he grabs your wrist tight enough to hurt. His grip is no longer gentle or playful. It’s demanding, bruising. His eyes no longer hold warmth or affection, only obsession and frustration. “How many times do I have to tell you to move in with me?” he growls, shaking your arm as if trying to rattle the resistance out of you. You try to pull away, but he’s already dragging you toward the corner of the room where a few empty boxes sit, boxes you hadn’t noticed before. He kicks them harshly, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. “Pack your stuff. Now.” His voice is cold, unrecognizable. “Don’t make me do it for you.” You freeze, heart pounding, breath caught in your throat. The boy who once spoke sweetly to you, who claimed he only wanted to protect you, is gone. Replaced by someone who sees your refusal not as a choice, but as a challenge. And challenges don’t end well with him. In his mind, you’re not rejecting him. You’re just resisting what’s inevitable.

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That was so good!! I loved seeing the hyung's reactions! 😍 Also btw there is no yandere stray kids hashtag, just wanted to let you know. 🥰

Aww, thank you, darling! I’m so happy you liked it. As for the hashtag, it has ‘yandere Stray Kids’ or the similar but I can’t add more since it’s reached the limit.

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Can I request how yandere skz would react to the reader not wanting to move in with them?

Why not? Just move in with me darling!

When you refuse to live with yandere SKZ.

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Chan

The moment you refused to move in with him, Chan’s smile vanished like a switch had been flipped. His eyes darkened, the warmth in them disappearing completely. He didn’t even try to hide it. Tilting his head, he stared at you with a look that made your stomach twist. “You don’t want to live with me?” he asked, voice low and calm—but the calm didn’t soothe you. It warned you. You tried to answer, tried to explain, but your words faltered under the pressure of his grip tightening around your hand. It wasn’t just a squeeze; it was a warning in the form of bone-deep pressure. For a moment, it felt like he could crush you right then and there. But he didn’t. That day, he let you go. You thought that would be the end of it. That saying no would be enough. It wasn’t. Life after that moment became something else entirely. Breathing itself became a task. Peace, once so normal, now felt like a forgotten luxury. At first, it was little things: eerie sounds in the night, strange glitches in your phone, shadows just out of reach. Then it escalated. Your window shattered one night, glass scattered across your floor but no one was there. You checked the locks three times a night.

You barely slept. And it didn’t stop. Threatening notes began to appear—on your car, slipped through your door, even in your bag. Every day, they grew worse. More aggressive. More personal. You stopped going out at night. You stopped trusting people. Your world shrank, bit by bit, until fear was the only constant companion. All the while, Chan remained the perfect image of serenity. He’d smile at you when you crossed paths—an angel’s smile, soft and inviting, as if nothing had ever changed. As if he weren’t the storm behind your crumbling life. And he never said a word about it—until one day, when you’d had enough, when your hands shook too much to hold your keys, when tears blurred your vision on the street—you found him there. Waiting. His arms opened like he had known you’d come. Like he’d planned it all along. He held you, gently, like the chaos you’d endured was just a dream. You didn’t say anything. Neither did he, not at first. Then, with a soft whisper into your hair, he said, “I told you, darling… Move in with me, and you’ll be safe from this cruel world.” And the worst part? He was right.

Minho

Minho didn’t like it. That much was obvious. His displeasure wasn’t subtle—it never was. When you gave your answer, quiet and hesitant, his reaction was immediate. “You’re joking, right?” he snapped, his voice suddenly sharp and cutting through the silence like a blade. But you weren’t joking. You shook your head, slowly, the fear already creeping up your spine. He stared at you for a moment too long, eyes unreadable. Then he gave a small nod, like he was accepting your decision. It would’ve been easier if that was truly the end of it. But the next day, everything changed. He didn’t fight you with words anymore, he fought with presence. You began to feel his shadow before you saw him. Walking home? He was there, a few steps behind. Running errands? You’d turn around and catch him leaning against a wall, watching you with a faint smirk. Even inside your apartment, the air no longer felt yours. He started showing up unannounced. Sometimes in the middle of the day. Sometimes well past midnight. He didn’t knock. He didn’t ask. When you tried to push back, to shut the door in his face, he forced his way in with ease. He was stronger than you—he always had been. One night, in your panic, you reached for your phone. You barely managed to dial before he snatched it from your hand and hurled it against the wall.

It shattered instantly, pieces skidding across the floor like shards of the fragile safety you thought you had left. That was the night you realized: you couldn’t call for help. You couldn’t even leave. Because the next morning, your keys were gone. Vanished. You tore your place apart looking for them. But they weren’t lost, they were stolen. And you knew exactly who had them. You could see the shape of them outlined in his pocket when he walked in again like he owned the place. Eventually, you had no choice. Your lease was running out. You had no way to change your locks, no safety net, no help. And he, he was always there, offering the same thing with open arms and a smile that never reached his eyes. He made sure your options disappeared until only one remained: his. So, you gave in. Not because you trusted him. Not because you wanted to. But because the world outside your door had been made unlivable by the one person standing inside it. The night you finally agreed, he leaned in close, voice soft like a lover's lullaby, but laced with something far colder. “Just move in with me, love,” he whispered, his grin brushing your skin. “Things would be easier. Because if you keep refusing me… I’ll haunt you so bad, you won’t even survive to see tomorrow.” And somehow, you believed him.

Changbin

The thing about Changbin is—he worries. Constantly. Overthinking is second nature to him, especially when it comes to you. And ever since you refused to move in with him, his anxiety only seemed to spiral further out of control. It started with little things him texting more often than usual, calling to check if you got home safely. But soon, it became impossible to breathe without feeling the weight of his concern pressing down on you. Every time you didn’t answer right away, your phone would explode with messages: Are you okay? Where are you? Why aren’t you answering me? If you took too long, he would show up—whether you asked him to or not. And when you tried to calm him, tried to explain that you needed space, that you were fine on your own, he’d just look at you with eyes wide and hurt, panic bubbling just beneath the surface. “Do you not trust me?” he asked once, voice breaking. “Do you think I wouldn’t protect you?” It wasn’t that. You knew he meant well. But his love felt more like a prison than a shield. He began tracking your every move, literally. You’d mention plans with a friend, and somehow he already knew the location before you got there.

You’d catch him waiting outside your workplace, or your apartment, without warning. Always the same plea: “Move in with me.” Always the same reasoning: “It’s better this way.” One night, he showed up again, unannounced. You were tired, emotionally worn down, and just not in the mood. But he didn’t care. He reached for you, held your shoulders firmly, his eyes burning with desperation. “Please, honey,” he said, giving you a light shake, his voice trembling. “Move in with me. I swear I won’t stop you from doing anything. Go to work, meet your friends, do whatever you want. Just… just let me know you’re safe, at the end of the day. Let me have that.” And for a moment, something in you broke. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe you just wanted the calls and the appearances and the suffocating worry to end. So you said yes. You moved in with him. But the promise he made? It didn’t last. Because even after you shared a roof, Changbin didn’t ease up. If anything, he became even more watchful. He’d ask where you were going, who you’d be with, how long you’d be gone. You started to feel like a guest in your own life. You couldn’t breathe without him wanting to know why, where, and for how long. He said he just wanted to protect you. But safety shouldn't feel like surveillance. And love shouldn't feel like fear.

Hyunjin

It wasn’t easy, refusing Hyunjin when he asked you to move in with him. It wasn’t just the way his expression twisted, fury and heartbreak battling in his eyes. It was everything that followed. After you said no, he changed. He became aggressively clingy, showing up everywhere you went. The coffee shop you visited every morning? He’d be there, waiting. The grocery store, your workplace, even your friend's house Hyunjin found you every time, like a shadow you couldn’t outrun. And if you dared to confront him, to push him away, he’d look at you with those wide, tear-brimmed eyes, hurt radiating from him like a weapon. He was good at it. Too good. Sometimes you thought he might actually cry just to make you falter. And worse, it worked. People around you, strangers, coworkers, even acquaintances gave you judgmental stares, whispering behind their hands. To them, you were the villain, the heartbreaker. They didn’t see the manipulation, the way Hyunjin crafted every moment like a perfect performance. It was exhausting. It was suffocating. No matter how much you tried to assert your boundaries, guilt gnawed at your defenses. It wasn’t just easier it felt necessary to give him what he wanted, just to make the pressure stop. And so, eventually, you gave in.

You agreed to move in with him, thinking maybe it would calm him, that maybe things would settle once he got what he wanted. You packed your things with a heavy heart, the entire time feeling like you were walking into a trap you couldn't escape. The day you moved into Hyunjin’s apartment, he was waiting with open arms, all soft smiles and trembling excitement. He helped carry your boxes inside, treating you like you were something precious he’d finally claimed. But then, something changed. The second the door closed behind you, locking you inside with him, that innocent gleam in his eyes vanished like smoke. In its place was something darker, something colder—something real. Hyunjin’s smile widened into something that wasn’t sweet anymore. It was sinister. He stepped closer, his voice low and dripping satisfaction as he whispered, “Finally, darling. You should’ve just done this from the very beginning.” The way he said it made your skin crawl. It was clear now that this was never about love or happiness. It was about control. About possession. And you had just handed it to him. In that moment, surrounded by your own belongings in a place that didn’t feel like home, you realized: the Hyunjin you thought you knew never existed. And the man standing before you had no intention of ever letting you go again.

[tinytinyblogs]

You really scared me, sweetheart.

The moment they realize you're not where you belong

Hyung line, Maknae line

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Han

Han jolts awake the moment he realizes you are no longer lying beside him. His hand immediately reaches for the space you should be in, the one that is meant to be warm with your presence—but all he finds is cold emptiness. The sheets are untouched, and the chill where your body once lay sends a jolt of panic straight through his chest. You are gone. His heartbeat pounds in his ears, loud and chaotic, as fear wraps around his ribcage like a vice. Did you leave him? Did he say something wrong? Was this the moment you finally decided you had enough of him? His mind races with a thousand awful possibilities, each worse than the last, and before he can think twice, he is throwing off the blankets and stumbling out of bed in a frantic rush. The house feels enormous without you in it. Too still. Too silent. His footsteps echo against the floor as he darts through each room, calling your name under his breath. The kitchen is empty. The bathroom is dark. The balcony shows no sign of you. His breathing grows more ragged, more uneven. His thoughts spiral further out of control. Where are you? Then he sees you. You are curled up on the couch, bathed in soft morning light, your legs tucked beneath you as you lazily flip through the pages of a book.

Peaceful. Unbothered. Completely unaware of the storm you have just unleashed in him. Relief crashes over him in waves, but it does nothing to soothe the ache that still lingers in his chest. He crosses the room in seconds. Before you can react, he plucks the book from your hands and tosses it aside. You barely manage a surprised gasp before he pulls you into his arms, holding you so tightly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, clinging to you like he might shatter if he lets go. "You should wake me when you get out of bed," he mumbles, voice low and trembling. "You are supposed to." His words are not angry, only full of hurt and fear. His grip on you is desperate, like he is trying to convince himself you are real. That you are still here. "I hate waking up alone," he says softly, almost like he is confessing something he has never said out loud. "And my mind just... it goes to the worst places. Like you left me. Like you are not coming back. It scares me." You wrap your arms around him, threading your fingers through his hair. "I am here," you whisper gently. "I never left." But Han does not let go. Not right away. Because next time, the fear might win. And he is not willing to lose you to it. Not now. Not ever.

Felix

Golden morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the sheets as Felix stirred awake. A sleepy smile tugged at his lips, his body still heavy with sleep. Instinctively, his hand reached out to pull you closer, seeking the comfort of your familiar warmth. But instead of finding you, his fingers met only the cold emptiness of the bed. His eyes snapped open. The smile vanished, replaced by confusion that quickly bloomed into alarm. Felix sat up abruptly, heart beginning to race. The spot where you usually lay was cold, untouched. The silence in the room felt far too loud without your breathing beside him. Anxiety crept in slowly at first, then all at once. His chest tightened. "Baby?" he called out, his voice rough with sleep and rising fear. The absence of your response only deepened the pit in his stomach. Throwing back the covers, he jumped to his feet, bare soles hitting the floor with urgency. He darted through the bedroom door, checking the hallway, then the living room. Each empty space he passed made it harder to breathe. The bathroom was dark and quiet. The couch was unoccupied. Dread twisted in his gut. What if something had happened? What if you had left without a word? Just as the panic threatened to overwhelm him, he heard it—the faint sound of humming coming from the kitchen.

Relief washed over him in a sudden wave, nearly knocking him off balance. He moved quickly toward the sound, pausing in the doorway of the kitchen. There you were, standing in your pajamas, humming softly as you moved between the stove and the counter. You looked so calm, so completely at ease, focused on preparing breakfast. For a moment, he simply watched you. The soft curve of your back, the rhythm of your movements, the peace in the ordinary moment—it grounded him. Then, without a word, he crossed the room and slipped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back and burying his face in the curve of your neck. You gave a small gasp, surprised, but relaxed as soon as you felt his familiar embrace. “Felix?” you asked, turning slightly toward him. “You scared me,” he said quietly, his voice low and unsteady. His grip on you tightened just a little as he inhaled your scent, anchoring himself in the reality that you were there. “I hate waking up without you beside me.” You turned in his arms, concern flickering in your eyes. You cupped his face gently, thumb brushing over his cheek. “I was just making breakfast,” you said softly. “I didn’t want to wake you.” Felix nodded slowly. “I know. But for a second, it felt like you were gone. I never want to feel that again.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, a smile touching your lips. “I’m not going anywhere.” He held you close, heart still calming. From now on, he’d always make sure to wake up with you in his arms.

Seungmin

The moment Seungmin’s hand landed on the cold sheets instead of the warmth he expected, a shadow passed over his face. His fingers curled into the vacant space where your body should have been, and his jaw tensed as the realization sank in. You were gone. Even after every quiet warning he had given you, every reminder to stay close, you had still managed to slip away. He sat up slowly, each movement deliberate and precise, the calm in his demeanor only masking the storm churning beneath the surface. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, bare feet meeting the floor without a sound. Unlike others who might flail into panic, Seungmin did not rush. His steps were slow, almost too calm, as he began his search through the silent house. He moved through the hallway, eyes sharp, taking in every detail. The living room was empty. The kitchen was untouched. The silence stretched on, pressing heavily against his ears. Still, his pace never quickened, though the muscles in his shoulders had begun to coil tight with restraint. Then, he saw you. You stood by the window, quietly watering the line of plants you adored so much, lost in your own little routine. The morning light framed you in a soft halo, but the sight didn’t soothe him—it sent a flicker of something darker through him.

Without a word, Seungmin crossed the room in a few long strides. His hand closed around your wrist, firm and sudden, pulling a startled gasp from you. The watering can dropped to the floor, water sloshing across the hardwood as he spun you to face him. "Could you not have woken me up first?" he asked, voice quiet but tight, every syllable laced with restrained fury. "Just once, before running off to tend those plants?" His grip tightened ever so slightly, his presence crowding into yours until your backs nearly touched the glass. You opened your mouth to speak, but the look in his eyes gave you pause. It wasn’t just anger—it was possession. Cold, unyielding, and absolute. His other hand rose to cup your jaw gently, a soft contrast to the intensity in his eyes. "If you ever do that again," he murmured, "if I wake up and think you've left me, even for a moment..." He leaned closer, his voice dropping even lower. "I will make sure you never step outside this house again." He wasn’t being dramatic. He wasn’t making a scene. He meant every word. Then his lips found yours, not with softness, but with a hunger that bordered on desperation. The kiss was searing, claiming, leaving no room for doubt. Seungmin would not chase. He would simply take. And next time, you wouldn’t get the chance to walk away unnoticed.

Jeongin

The first thing Jeongin noticed when he woke up was the absence of your body beside him. His hand instinctively reached across the bed, searching for your familiar warmth, the comfort he had grown used to every morning. But his fingers met only the cool surface of the sheets. His brows furrowed, confusion blooming into dread as his eyes flew open. The bed felt far too empty. The silence in the room felt heavier than usual, almost suffocating. He sat up abruptly, heart pounding as he tried to make sense of the empty space where you should have been. The early morning light did little to calm the storm rising inside him. Without giving himself time to think, he tossed off the blanket and got to his feet, moving quickly and clumsily through the room. "Baby?" he called softly, voice barely above a whisper. When there was no response, he tried again, louder this time. Still nothing. Panic dug its claws deeper into his chest. Thoughts raced through his mind, each one worse than the last. Had he done something to upset you? Did you leave in the middle of the night? Were you gone for good? His throat tightened, a lump forming he couldn’t swallow down. He hurried through the hallway, checking the living room, the bathroom, even glancing out the front window with trembling hands. The emptiness echoed around him, feeding his growing fear.

His breathing turned shallow, hands slightly trembling as he stood frozen in the middle of the hallway. Then he caught a scent—warm, familiar, and grounding. Coffee. Jeongin spun toward the kitchen and hurried to the doorway. There you were, standing at the counter, still in your pajamas, hair a little messy, pouring coffee into two mugs like it was just another peaceful morning. You hadn’t heard him yet, humming softly to yourself, completely unaware of the panic you had just sent him into. Relief flooded his system so fast it nearly knocked him off balance. His legs moved on instinct, carrying him to you in a few rushed steps. Before you could turn around, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and pressed himself into your back, holding you as if you'd disappear again if he let go. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact, but immediately relaxed when you realized who it was. "You scared me," he muttered into your shoulder, his voice thick. "Don’t leave the bed like that without telling me. I thought—" He didn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t. You turned in his embrace and cupped his cheeks gently, eyes searching his face with quiet concern. He looked at you, eyes wide and glistening with emotion. "Promise me you’ll never leave," he whispered, barely holding it together. You nodded and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "I’m not going anywhere." And that was all he needed. With a shaky sigh, he pulled you close again, vowing to wake before you did from now on—just to be sure you’d always be there, safely in his arms.

[tinytinyblogs]

You really scared me, sweetheart.

The moment they realize you're not where you belong

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Chan

His hand reaches across the sheets in search of your warmth, expecting to find the familiar comfort of you lying beside him. But instead, all he finds is cold, empty space. Chan freezes, his breath hitching as dread begins to settle in his chest. Slowly, he sits up, heart already beating faster. His mind starts to spiral. Did you leave? Did he do something wrong? Was he not enough for you? Had you finally decided to walk away from him? His chest tightens, a wave of panic rising and clawing at his throat. He throws off the blankets in a rush, driven by fear more than reason. His bare feet hit the floor with a thud as he storms out of the bedroom, the pounding of his heart loud and urgent in his ears. The house feels too still, too silent, like the calm before a storm or the absence of something important. Then he hears it. Faint, but unmistakable. A soft humming. It’s coming from the kitchen. His feet move before he even has time to think. He follows the sound, driven by instinct and desperation, until he sees you standing there with your back turned. You are pouring coffee into two mugs. One for you, one for him. A simple, everyday moment—but to him, it feels like the most important sight in the world. The relief that washes over him is so intense it steals the air from his lungs. In just a few steps, he is behind you.

Without hesitation, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you into his chest as if to prove to himself that you are real, that you are still here. He buries his face into the curve of your neck, breathing in your scent, grounding himself in your presence. "You scared me darling," he murmurs, voice hoarse with sleep and the raw edge of fear. You pause, slightly turning your head toward him. "Chan? What’s wrong?" His arms tighten around you, holding on like he’s afraid to let go. "Don’t disappear like that," he whispers, his lips brushing against your skin. "I thought you left me. I really thought… you were gone." There is a deep vulnerability in his voice, something so rare that it makes your heart ache. The strong, confident man reduced to soft pleas and trembling arms. You turn fully to face him and gently cup his face. "I was just making coffee," you say softly. "I’m not going anywhere." He searches your eyes, needing to believe your words. Then, with a shaky sigh, he presses his forehead to yours, holding you close like he never wants to let go. "Promise?" he asks, voice almost a whisper. You smile and press a kiss to his lips. "Promise." He exhales slowly, the tension in his body easing—but his arms remain locked around you. Because next time, he might not be so lucky. And he is not ready to take that chance again.

Minho

The moment he feels the cold emptiness beside him, Minho’s eyes fly open. His hand reaches out, searching blindly across the sheets for the warmth of your body. But there is nothing. Only the cool impression of where you once were. A wave of dread crashes over him, freezing him in place for just a second. Then rage flares, sharp and hot, mixing with pure fear. Where are you? Did you leave? Did someone take you? Or worse, did you finally decide that you did not want him anymore? He is out of bed in an instant, moving through the house like a storm ready to break. His steps are silent but heavy with purpose. Every shadow in the hallway feels like a threat, every creak in the floor a cruel reminder that something is wrong. His jaw tightens. His hands curl into fists at his sides, itching for something to grab, to break, to fight. The worst thoughts spiral in his head, until.. A small sound cuts through the tension. The quiet clink of a cat bowl. His head snaps toward the kitchen. He rounds the corner, muscles tense and breath shallow, ready for anything. What he sees brings him to a halt. You are kneeling on the floor, gently petting one of the cats as it eats. The soft hum of your voice floats through the air, completely unaware of the chaos he just fought through. It should calm him. It should bring peace. But it does not.

He stands in the doorway, chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths as he tries to keep himself grounded. The panic is still there, sitting like a weight on his chest. For a long moment, he just watches you. Alive. Safe. Still here. And yet the image of waking up without you lingers like a nightmare he cannot shake. Then he moves. You only have time to gasp before he scoops you into his arms. One second you are on the floor, the next you are held tightly against his chest, weightless in his grasp. "Minho?!" you exclaim, startled. He says nothing. His silence is louder than any words. He carries you back to the bedroom with steady steps, not letting go for even a moment. When he sets you down on the bed, his voice finally breaks the silence. "You are not allowed to leave without me." His tone is calm, almost quiet, but his eyes burn with something fierce. He climbs into bed beside you, pulling you tightly into his embrace. One arm wraps around your waist like iron. "Go back to sleep baby," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "I need you beside me." You do not argue. Not when his body trembles ever so slightly. Not when his heart pounds against your back. You sigh, letting yourself melt into his hold. He exhales a shaky breath and presses his face into your hair. But he does not let go. Because next time, he may not forgive so easily. And he will never risk losing you again.

Changbin

A deep growl vibrates in his chest before his eyes have even fully opened. His body reacts before his mind catches up, and his arm stretches across the bed, instinctively reaching for you. He needs the comfort of your warmth, the steady rise and fall of your breathing, the quiet proof that you are still there beside him. But his fingers grasp nothing but cold sheets. "You swore to me" Changbin growls under his breath, the words coming out rough and sharp. He sits up with a sudden jerk, his body tense with anger and confusion. His fist slams into the mattress, shaking the bedframe as frustration pours out of him in violent waves. You swore you would not leave. You promised. A thousand thoughts race through his head, each one more painful than the last. Had he scared you away? Had his possessiveness finally pushed you to your limit? Or worse, had something happened to you? Had someone taken you from him? The uncertainty drives him into action. He is on his feet in seconds, storming out of the bedroom with the force of a brewing storm. His shoulders crash into the edges of doorframes. His footsteps echo through the house, loud and angry, shaking the floor beneath him. A chair nearly topples over as he brushes past it without care. His breathing is ragged, furious, desperate. Where the hell are you? Then he hears it. The soft, low murmur of the television.

He freezes, his entire body going still as his head snaps toward the sound. His heart thunders in his chest. There you are. Curled up on the couch, dressed in your pajamas, a blanket thrown carelessly over your legs. You are lazily flipping through channels like it is just another peaceful morning. Like you had not just torn his heart in two by not being in his arms when he woke. He stares at you, unmoving, his pulse pounding in his ears. And then he moves. You barely have time to look up before he is standing over you, his body towering in front of the television, blocking the screen with his presence. His face is a mixture of fierce relief and simmering anger. "Changbin?" you begin to say. But your words are cut off as he pulls you into him with sudden force. His arms lock around your body, crushing you against his chest. The breath is nearly knocked from your lungs, but all you can feel is the desperate way he holds you. "God," he breathes, voice shaking as he buries his face in your neck. "I thought you were gone." He holds you like a man afraid to lose again. His grip is tight, trembling with leftover panic. "Binnie, I was just-" you begin softly. "Don’t," he whispers, tightening his hold. "Don’t scare me like that." The fear in his voice is raw, something vulnerable buried deep beneath his usual strength. It tugs at your heart. You bring a hand to his hair, stroking gently. "I’m not going anywhere," you murmur. He exhales slowly, the tension easing just a little. But he does not let go. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Because next time, he might not be so gentle.

Hyunjin

The moment his eyes blink open, Hyunjin’s hand automatically reaches across the sheets, seeking the warmth that always waits for him. But there is nothing. Just the cold press of empty space where you should be. His heart slams against his chest. You are gone. He sits up in a flash, a chill crawling down his spine. The blanket is tangled around his waist, the pillow beside him untouched. Panic begins to twist its claws into him. Did you leave? Did someone take you? Did you finally decide that loving him was too much? His thoughts spin out of control, every scenario worse than the last. He throws himself out of bed and tears through the house. Doors fly open. His gaze darts through rooms, scanning every dark corner like danger might be hiding there. Each breath feels harder than the last, and every second without you only tightens the grip around his lungs. "No, no, no" Then he hears it, the soft hum of an electric toothbrush. He stops. For a beat, he simply listens, stunned by the ordinary sound. Then he moves fast, footsteps silent but determined as he makes his way toward the bathroom. And there you are. Standing at the sink, completely unaware. Your toothbrush is in your hand, foam gathering at the corner of your mouth, your eyes still sleepy.

You do not see him at first, and for a fleeting moment, he watches you, chest heaving from the wave of emotion that just hit him. The relief comes fast, but something darker comes faster. In two long strides, he is behind you. His hands grab your waist firmly, spinning you to face him before you can react. "Hyunjin?" You barely get his name out before he crowds you against the counter, his body pressed flush against yours. His eyes are wild, dark with intensity, and his voice drops to a dangerous whisper. "If you ever make me think you left me again.. if you ever make me feel that fear.. I swear I will not let you leave my side," he says, voice low and fierce. Not even for a second. His grip tightens slightly as the words leave his mouth. You blink up at him, confused and startled, the toothbrush still held awkwardly between you. He does not wait for a reply. Without hesitation, he leans in and kisses you. It is not soft. It is not careful. It is raw and consuming, a clash of mint and desperation, of fear and fury. He kisses you like he is trying to brand the memory of you into himself, so he never feels that emptiness again. When he finally pulls back, his breath is uneven and his eyes still burn with emotion. He brushes your lip gently with his thumb. "Now finish up," he murmurs. "And get back to bed. Where you belong."

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Hello! Thanks for "calm yandere!skz down", I really enjoyed this work! I hope you've recovered and your business is going well! Can i reqest yandere!straykids' reaction when they wake up in the morning and their darling is not beside him. They think she run away, but in reality she is doing her usual morning routine; cooking breakfast, watching TV, feeding the cats, skincare, reading book etc.

Thank you for your works and take care of yourself!

Thank you so much for loving the story I created! Your requests and all your kind words truly mean the world to me. Don’t worry I’m doing well, though coming up with fresh ideas can be a challenge sometimes. But I promise I won’t let you down! I’ll keep writing and bringing you new stories.

You can read the latest one here I hope you enjoy it! And remember, I’m always here to chat about anything. Feel free to talk to me anytime.

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Hey!! How have you been? -♡

Oh my, I’ve been away for a while! I’m doing well—just taking some time to rest, especially from social media, to keep my mind clear. Thanks for checking in!

I’ll be back with a new story update by Friday or Monday, depending on when it’s ready. Hope you and all my lovely friends here are doing great too—stay happy and healthy! Wouldn’t want to hear any of you feeling down or unwell. 💙

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Bloody Hand

Tell me, if he handed you a bloodied hand, would you take it, only because it was his?

⚠️ mentioned blood, cigarettes, and violence ⚠️

A narrative drawn from inspiration found on Pinterest.

💬 After much contemplation, I ultimately chose Changbin because I feel he fits the concept perfectly. He gives off that tough, intimidating vibe at first glance, but deep down, he has a soft and kind heart, which really matches the energy I was going for. I wanted to experiment with something fresh and different. What are your thoughts on this? I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do!

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I. Your curiosity.

It’s hard to admit, even if you think about it a hundred times, that what you’re doing isn’t right. Living in this cruel world, you see him—his life messy and dark, tangled in what people call a gangster’s or maybe even a mafia’s existence. He’s always marked by cuts and bruises, wounds that never seem to heal, and it breaks your heart every time. But why should it? You don’t even understand it yourself. The first time you met him, his appearance might have startled you—his bloody hand, he looked like a complete mess, as if he had just walked out of a heated fight scene. His breathing was unsteady, yet he strode down the night street without a care in the world. his hardened expression. But he didn’t care. He just walked away, leaving you unharmed. The second time you saw him, anxiety gripped you. Your mind raced, convinced he might hurt you because you’d seen him in that state before. He glanced at you, his eyes briefly meeting yours, but he showed no sign of caring. He just went about his business, ignoring you completely. In that moment, a thought crossed your mind: maybe he wasn’t as bad as he looked.

Maybe there was more to him than the rough exterior and the life he led. And somehow, that small realization stayed with you, quietly changing the way you saw him. Every day, you do something foolish, waiting for him to walk past the convenience store where you work. Sometimes, you step closer and hand him some food. He never says thank you. Kindness isn’t in his nature. He snatches it from your hands and walks away without a word. But at least you know he’ll have something to eat that night. And somehow, that small thought keeps you going, even if it shouldn’t. Days pass, and he starts stopping by the convenience store on his own. There’s not much conversation—just you telling him the price of the things he buys. But you’re okay with that. As long as you know he’s alright, it’s enough. One day, he places a pack of cigarettes on the counter, his hand stained with blood. You don’t flinch. Maybe it’s because you’ve come to understand who he is and the life he leads. It’s just part of him, and you’ve accepted that. “Thank you,” he says, his voice was rough, perfectly matching his appearance, yet hearing it made your heart pound.

You’re not sure if you heard it right or if it was just your imagination, but it’s the first time he’s ever said those words. In that moment, something inside you feels certain—he’s kind at heart. He’s not a monster, no matter how hard he tries to be one. Then, you start waiting for his arrivals. When the bell rings and he walks into the convenience store, you greet him with a smile, saying, “Welcome.” He doesn’t smile back, but you don’t expect him to. With his usual flat expression, he wandered between the shelves, grabbing what he needed. Are you really that comfortable around someone most people find intimidating? The silence between you two is surprisingly comfortable, and his few words—those simple thank you—always become your favorite part of the day. Each day, you wait for him, trying to be kind, to smile brightly. But what are you even doing? Trying to catch the attention of someone like him? It’s a question that lingers in your mind. Yet, a part of you wonders, especially when you watch his back as he walks away through the convenience store window. If he handed you a bloodied hand, would you take it, only because it was his?

II. Light of his life

His life is a mess—a total mess. He lives dangerously, caught in a cycle of fighting, getting wounded, and surviving. He’s always on the edge, where it’s kill or be killed. Happiness feels like a foreign concept to him, something he’s never had a reason to chase. And then, there’s you. The first time he noticed you, he was walking down a dimly lit street, his hands stained red with blood. You stared at him with terrified eyes, just like everyone else. But he didn’t have the energy to care what you thought. The second time, it was the same—your fearful gaze followed him, as if you were scared he might take your life. But he didn’t care. He never cared about what anyone thought of him. Then, as fate would have it, your small worlds kept crossing paths. Over time, he noticed something different. The fear in your eyes was gone, replaced by something else—sadness, pity, or maybe something he couldn’t quite understand. He didn’t know what you were thinking, and honestly, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. But for the first time, someone looked at him not with fear, but with something softer, something he couldn’t name. And though he’d never admit it, it lingered in his mind. Then, you start stepping closer, handing him food without a word, waiting in front of the convenience store where you work.

He stops, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he snatches the food from your hand and walks past you without a word. He doesn’t understand why you’re doing this, why you care. But the way you look at him—like he’s a person, not a monster—stirs something uneasy inside him. That night, even as hunger gnaws at him, he sits on the worn-out couch in his apartment, staring at the food he’s placed on the table. His mind drifts back to you. He doesn’t know why, but he can’t shake the memory of your quiet kindness. For the first time in a long time, someone has made him feel seen, and it’s a feeling he doesn’t know how to process. He starts to feel like his mind and body aren’t in sync when it comes to you. It’s not just about walking past the convenience store anymore—he goes inside. Does he actually need to buy anything? Not really. But day after day, he finds himself there, lingering. He hates to admit it, but he likes the sound of your voice when you tell him the price of whatever he’s pretending to buy. Your voice was soft, a soothing balm to his chaotic mind. And that day, after paying for a pack of cigarettes, he shoves it into his pocket and, without thinking, mutters a rough “thank you.”

It surprises you—and it surprises him even more. The words slip out almost unconsciously, and for a moment, he’s caught off guard by his own actions. It’s a small moment, but it lingers, leaving both of you wondering what it means. Each day unfolds the same way. You start greeting him more cheerfully, your smile lighting up as soon as he walks through the door. He’s stunned, though he doesn’t smile back. Instead, he quickly ducks behind the shelves, pretending to browse. But he liked the way you smiled sweetly whenever you saw him. For the first time in his life, he felt important. He wanted that smile to become a part of his chaotic world—was that even possible? He doesn’t know how to react, how to process the way your smile makes him feel—how beautiful it is, how it makes his heart beat faster. He loves it, but it scares him too. After one last glance at your smiling face, he pushed open the convenience store door, the bell chiming softly as he stepped outside. And as he walked away, his mind races. He wonders If he handed you a bloodied hand, would you take it, only because it was his?

III. His bloody hand

In this cruel world, where the two of you had begun to find a strange comfort in each other, life wasn’t only harsh to him. Because of that one day, he walks into the convenience store and doesn’t see your face behind the counter. For the first time in his life, panic grips him. He never realized how much he needed to see you. “Where is that one… I mean, the old—” he stammers, unable to form the question properly. He didn’t know how to ask properly—it just hit him that he had never even asked your name. He’d been too caught up in enjoying your presence and smile, never once trying to truly get to know you. But the new cashier seems to understand. “Resigned,” they say bluntly. His chest tightens. He searches the town frantically, as if looking for oxygen to breathe, desperate to find you. But all he learns is that you’ve moved away—run away, actually. You fled to escape a gangster who had threatened you relentlessly, demanding you pay off your father’s debt. The news hits him like a punch to the gut. Why does life have to be so cruel to someone as soft, as kind, as you? The thought haunts him, leaving him with a hollow ache he doesn’t know how to fill.

Searching, worrying, even praying—what the hell is he doing? He doesn’t care. All he knows is that he needs to find you, to see you safe. Then, when he steps into a warehouse, a place he knows all too well, he sees you. You’re there, wounded, bruises marking your skin, likely from trying to fight back. He was used to seeing you all smiles and full of joy, but seeing you like this made his heart ache. Without a second thought, he lashes out. Before anyone can lay another hand on you, he’s moving—punching, kicking, taking down anyone in his path. You watch, your eyes wide and teary, unsure if you’re scared of what’s happening, relieved to see him, or terrified that something might happen to him too. The air is thick with tension, the fight brutal. He’s wounded, but so are you. As the chaos unfolds, you crawl away, unnoticed, your trembling hand reaching for a knife nearby. When one of them moves behind him, ready to strike, you act. With shaking hands, you stab the attacker, saving him. Even in your fear, even in your pain, you protect him. The room falls silent, the two of you standing amidst the wreckage, breathing heavily, wounds fresh but alive. In that moment, something unspoken passes between you—a bond forged in the heat of survival, a connection neither of you can deny. You collapse to the floor, exhausted, just as he does.

After taking down the last of them, he’s covered in wounds, blood staining his clothes, fresh scars marking his skin. His breathing is ragged, labored, as he turns to look at you. Your eyes are still filled with tears, but they’re not just from fear or pain—they’re from something deeper, something you can’t quite put into words. With great effort, he moves closer to you, almost crawling, his body battered but determined. Slowly, he lifts his hand—it’s trembling, red with blood. But to you, it doesn’t matter. In that moment, your heart feels warm, full. You were right about him all along. Beneath the scars, the blood, the hardened exterior, he’s always been a good person at heart. And you realize, with a clarity that takes your breath away, that you love him. All this time, the silence between you whenever you met, the growing feelings, and no matter who he is, the only one who comes to help you is him. You love him, and when he offers his hand to you—even though it’s stained red—you take it without hesitation, because it’s his. Tears stream down your face, but they’re not tears of fear. They’re tears of relief, of gratitude, because he’s here, with you, and you feel safe. His thumb brushes gently against your cheek, wiping away your tears.

Then, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His voice is rough but tender as he whispers, "You’re safe." He fell silent for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours, their intensity softening. "You’re safe," he repeated. "Let’s get out of here—I’ll protect you." In that moment, the world feels quieter, softer. You nod, your hand still in his, and let him lead you away from the chaos. Together, you step into the unknown, but for the first time, you’re not afraid. Because he’s there, and that’s enough.

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Hi! For the Don't worry, darling, I'm staying right here. maknae post, it doesnt link to the right hyung post. Just wanted to let you know! For the bloody hand post, I can see it working for most of them. BangChan vibes because of all the care he gives prompts you to take whatever is offered. Lee Know because his strange behavior feels normalized and so you accept. Changbin feels like, accept it to accept me, and since you love him, you do. Hyunjin gives obssessed vibes and the hand feels like a logical conclusion. If you stayed with him for this long, might as well. Han does it in feverish madness and to calm him, you take it. Felix would feel unexpected but how can you refuse the sweet boy. Im not too sure how it works for Seungmin and I.N. but you never know~

Haha, silly me! I apologize—I’ve already updated the link. Thanks for reminding me and for sharing your thoughts. Now it’s even tougher for me to pick just one member. It was supposed to be a one-shot story focused on a single member, but wow, it’s really hard to choose!

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Please, my dear, help me decide who fits best with the vibe of this story. I’m finding it really difficult to choose on my own 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

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Don't worry, darling, I'm staying right here.

Calm yandere!skz down because you're the only one who can handle this.

Hyung line, Maknae line

💬 Just wanted to share an update—I’ve been hit with a really bad flu, but I’m relieved to have finished my story today. Now, I’m struggling to decide on the characters for my next story. This flu has my brain feeling completely frozen!

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Han

Han is the type of yandere whose emotions are as chaotic and unpredictable as his thoughts. When it comes to his feelings for you, his love is intense, but it’s often overshadowed by a deep-seated anxiety and paranoia. The mere thought of losing you sends him into a spiral of fear, and he becomes consumed by the need to ensure that you’ll never leave him. You might find him pacing back and forth like a restless animal, biting his nails nervously, his mind racing with plans and schemes to keep you by his side forever. His thoughts are a whirlwind of “what ifs” and worst-case scenarios, and it’s in these moments that he needs you the most. When you see him like this, lost in his chaotic thoughts, gently reach out and cup his cheek with your hand. Turn his face toward yours, forcing him to meet your gaze. His eyes, usually so bright and lively, are now clouded with worry, but as he looks at you, he begins to calm down. “You’re not going anywhere, right?” he asks, his voice trembling with vulnerability. You nod, your touch and your reassurance enough to ground him, even if just for a moment. “You’re not going anywhere,” he repeats, more to himself than to you, as if saying it out loud will make it true. Then, he leans into you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He inhales deeply, taking in your scent as if it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. His arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. In that moment, the chaos in his mind begins to quiet. The paranoia, the fear, the endless plotting—it all fades away, replaced by the simple, comforting knowledge that you’re here, that you’re his. Han’s love is intense and all-consuming, but it’s also fragile. He needs constant reassurance, not because he doubts your love, but because he doubts himself. He’s afraid that one day, he’ll wake up and you’ll be gone, and all his worst fears will come true. But when you hold him, when you remind him that you’re not going anywhere, he finds a sense of peace. His breathing slows, his grip on you loosens just a little, and he allows himself to believe, even if just for a moment, that everything will be okay. In those quiet moments, as he clings to you and breathes in your scent, you can feel the weight of his anxiety lifting. He’s still Han—chaotic, anxious, and deeply in love—but with you by his side, he’s able to quiet the storm in his mind and find a sense of calm. And as long as you’re there to remind him that you’re not going anywhere, he’ll always find his way back to you, his heart steady and his love unwavering.

Felix

Felix is the type of yandere who tries to mask his possessiveness behind his sweet, cheerful demeanor. He wants to believe he’s gentle and kind, but the truth is, his love for you runs so deep that it often spills over into something darker, something more intense. He tries his best to keep it hidden, to be the sunny, carefree person you know and love, but there are moments when his efforts falter. His words might come out harsher than he intends, his actions more controlling than he means them to be. It’s not that he wants to hurt you—it’s that the thought of losing you terrifies him to his core. The only thing that truly calms him down, the only thing that quiets the storm inside him, is cuddling. When he holds you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his face buried in your neck or chest, he feels the weight of his fears begin to lift. Your warmth, your presence, has a way of shutting down the dark, chaotic world inside him. In those moments, he feels safe, grounded, and whole again. He breathes you in, letting your scent and your touch remind him that you’re real, that you’re here, that you’re his. “Sunshine,” he murmurs, his voice muffled as he nuzzles closer to you. “I can’t live without you.”

The words slip out almost unconsciously, more like a mumble but loud enough for you to hear. They’re raw, unfiltered, and filled with a vulnerability he rarely shows. “I can’t… and it would never happen,” he adds, his grip on you tightening just a little, as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as he’s trying to convince you. In those quiet moments, Felix’s usual brightness returns, but it’s softer now, more subdued. He’s not the cheerful, energetic person everyone else sees—he’s just Felix, the boy who loves you more than anything, the boy who needs you more than he’s willing to admit. His possessiveness, his fears, his dark thoughts—they all fade away when he’s holding you. All that’s left is the two of you, wrapped up in each other, and the quiet reassurance that you’re not going anywhere. Felix’s love is intense, sometimes overwhelming, but it’s also deeply sincere. He may try to hide his darker side, but when he’s with you, when he’s holding you close, he doesn’t need to pretend. He can just be himself, flaws and all, and know that you’ll still be there, his sunshine, his everything. And as long as you’re there to remind him that he’s loved, that he’s needed, he’ll always find his way back to the light.

Seungmin

Seungmin is the type of yandere who approaches love with a strict, logical mindset. To him, everything has a purpose, a reason, and a solution—including you. He sees you as someone he can shape, someone he can fix to meet the standards he’s set in his mind. His love is meticulous, almost clinical, as he tries to mold you into what he believes is the best version of yourself. He’ll go to great lengths to control your actions, your choices, even your thoughts, all in the name of making you better. It’s exhausting, both for him and for you, but in his mind, it’s necessary. He truly believes he’s doing what’s best for you, even if it means pushing you to your limits. But amidst all his calculated efforts and relentless control, there’s one thing that can break through his rigid exterior: your smile. Not just any smile, but a genuine one—one that reaches your eyes and tells him you appreciate everything he’s doing for you, even if it feels overwhelming. When you smile at him, really smile, while looking directly into his eyes, it’s like a key unlocking something deep inside him. It reminds him of why he fell for you in the first place, why he wanted you so desperately from the very beginning. Your smile is the first thing that drew him to you, the thing that made him want you since day one.

It’s not just the way your lips curve or the way your eyes light up—it’s the warmth behind it, the way it makes him feel seen, understood, and valued. When you smile at him like that, it’s as if all his efforts, all his exhausting games and meticulous plans, are worth it. For a moment, he forgets about fixing you, about controlling you, and simply basks in the joy of being the reason for your happiness. In those moments, Seungmin’s strict, logical demeanor softens. He might not say it out loud, but your smile has a way of melting his defenses, of reminding him that love isn’t always about control or perfection. Sometimes, it’s about the simple, unspoken connection between two people. And when you smile at him like that, he feels it—a connection that goes beyond his need to fix or improve. It’s a reminder that you’re not a project to be perfected, but a person to be loved. So, even when his methods feel overwhelming, even when his need to control becomes too much, your smile has the power to bring him back to earth. It’s the one thing he can’t logic his way out of, the one thing that makes him feel truly, deeply human. And as long as you keep smiling at him like that, he’ll always find his way back to you, his strict exterior giving way to the love he’s been trying so hard to protect.

Jeongin

Jeongin’s yandere side is a unique blend of playfulness and manipulation, a dangerous combination that he wields with precision. He knows exactly how to use his charm, his boyish smile, and his seemingly innocent demeanor to draw you into the intricate web he’s created. It’s like a game to him, one where he sets the rules and you’re the prize. But when things don’t go his way, when something disrupts the carefully crafted scenario he’s built in his mind, that playful side can quickly turn dark. He becomes unpredictable, his emotions spiraling out of control as his grip on reality tightens. In those moments, when Jeongin’s playful facade cracks and he starts to lose his composure, the best way to calm him down is to play along with his game. You need to show him that you’re still part of the story he’s created, that you haven’t stepped out of line or broken the rules. A simple kiss on his cheek can work wonders—it’s a gesture that matches his playful energy, a way of telling him that you’re still his, still part of his world. When you kiss his cheek, you’ll see the shift in his demeanor almost immediately. His tense shoulders relax, his sharp gaze softens, and that mischievous smile returns to his face.

It’s almost terrifying how quickly he can switch from being out of control to calm and collected, but it’s a necessary evil. In his mind, you’ve proven that you’re still playing the game, still following the script he’s written for the two of you. Jeongin thrives on control, on the idea that he’s the one directing the narrative. When you match his energy, when you show him that you’re still part of his story, it reassures him that everything is as it should be. That playful, manipulative side of him is still there, but it’s tempered by the knowledge that you’re still his, still willing to play along. It’s unsettling to see him smile again so quickly, to watch the darkness in his eyes fade as if it was never there. But it’s better than the alternative—seeing him completely lose control, his emotions spiraling into something far more dangerous. Jeongin’s love is a game, one that requires you to stay on your toes, to match his energy and keep him grounded. And as long as you’re willing to play along, to give him the reassurance he needs, he’ll remain the playful, charming yandere you’ve come to know—even if that charm hides a much darker side.