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[yiichan]

Pove your blog! Pls could you write about yandere woozi and wonu next?

pairings. yandere!woozi x yandere!wonwoo x gn!reader word count. 1k. genre. yandere, request

warnings. obsessive behaviour, violence, rough treatment, mentions of cheating, mentions of polyamory, reader is the cheater, literal ankle breaking, sadism.

writer's notes. thanks for 'poving' my blog haha. you never said anything about whether you want it to be a short story or headcannon or member x member, so i'm just going to go ahead with this. honestly i shocked myself because i think it's the first time i'm writing something like this. once again, i do not condone this kind of behaviour in real life.

mentioning my imperial beta reader, @sousydive

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"Where are you going?"

You froze mid-lace, looking over your shoulder at Jihoon. He stood there, arms crossed, brow raised, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

"Just outside," you replied, feeling his stare heavy on you. You focused on tying your shoes, but before you could stand, his hand landed firmly on your shoulder, pressing you back into place. Startled, you turned slightly, only to see Jihoon looming close behind, his expression shrouded in shadows from the dim light.

"It's late," he said, voice low, his grip unyielding. "It’s not safe for you to be out there alone."

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady as you pried his hand away. "Jihoon, please—"

"You're going out to see Wonwoo, aren’t you?" His voice was ice, each word landing like a blow. A chill prickled down your spine. You shook your head, turning fully to face him.

"Jihoon, it's not—"

“I know exactly what’s been going on.” His words were a whisper, but his eyes held a storm. He leaned closer, and for the first time in your three years together, you saw a side of Jihoon you’d never seen before—cold, calculating, a darkness lurking behind his gaze. "Do you even know Wonwoo?"

"I—"

"Save it." His finger pressed against your lips, silencing you. His face inched closer until his breath was warm against your cheek, his grip firm as he lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Enough with the excuses, darling."

Guilt gnawed at you. You had betrayed him, that much was true. Jihoon was always locked away in his studio, composing, chasing his dreams for a future he promised would be for both of you. You had tried to be supportive, to be patient, but the loneliness had become unbearable, and in your moments of weakness, you found comfort in Wonwoo. Wonwoo, who listened, who was present, who made you feel seen. But with Jihoon right in front of you now, the weight of your choices bore down on you.

“I’m just trying to give us a future,” Jihoon murmured, his fingers tracing your jaw, his voice soft yet chilling. "You don’t need to run to him.”

Unable to look him in the eye, you shifted your gaze away, but Jihoon’s hold didn’t waver. He released you after a moment, straightening, his expression unreadable.

“Wonwoo isn’t in his apartment anyway.”

The doorbell rang, breaking the thick silence between you and Jihoon. Relief flooded through you, but it was short-lived. Jihoon scoffed, casting a sideways glance at you before strolling over to the door.

Your breath hitched when you saw who was standing there. Wonwoo leaned against the doorway, a sly smile curving his lips. "I’m not late, am I?"

"Wonwoo? What are you doing h—?"

"Not at all. You’re right on time, hyung." Jihoon’s voice cut through your question as Wonwoo stepped inside, closing the door with a casual flick of his wrist. "Hey, babe," Wonwoo greeted, his eyes sharp as they met yours.

Your stomach twisted in confusion. Hyung? Since when did Jihoon and Wonwoo know each other? Your mind scrambled for answers, but before you could speak, Wonwoo knelt down in front of you, a dark glint in his eyes as he reached for your shoelaces.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice smooth and deceptively warm as he slowly untied your shoes, “I thought Jihoon was kidding when he asked me to keep an eye on you. But I understand why now. You certainly have a way of keeping us both on our toes.”

His tone was soft, almost tender, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it—a veiled hostility that made your skin prickle. You pressed your hands to the floor for support, shifting back as he removed your shoes, fingers brushing a little too slowly over your ankles.

“But I never expected you’d try to seduce me like that, babe.” Wonwoo’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes not leaving yours even as Jihoon stood over him, watching with an unnerving calm.

Trapped between their gazes, a shiver ran down your spine.

Wonwoo’s grip tightened around your ankle, and you let out a yelp of pain, instinctively trying to pull yourself away. “Wo—”

“Don’t struggle, darling,” Jihoon murmured, a disturbing calm in his voice as he watched Wonwoo hoist you up, dragging you effortlessly with him. You kicked out with your free leg, desperate to break away, but Jihoon caught it with ease, his fingers wrapping around your ankle like a vice. He ran his nails over your skin, a soft graze that sent a jolt of fear through you, before his gaze flicked up, dark and unfeeling.

"I’ve known Wonwoo hyung for a long time,” Jihoon continued. “If you’d only asked, maybe I would’ve agreed to share.” His words sent a chill through you, and you thrashed against their hold, heart pounding, but the two of them remained unfazed.

Suddenly, you felt yourself yanked forward with force, your body skidding across the floor as Wonwoo took control, gripping both ankles now as he dragged you unceremoniously toward the bedroom. Your hands clawed at the ground, panic surging through you, but Wonwoo’s hold was unbreakable, his smirk mocking your futile resistance.

“And yet,” Jihoon’s voice drifted from behind, cold and scornful, “just the other night, I heard you were out clubbing—with some other guy who wasn’t hyung.”

A shiver tore through you, and you realized that the Jihoon and Wonwoo you thought you knew were gone, replaced by something far darker and more dangerous. You opened your mouth, desperate to scream for help, but a sinking realization hit you—it was useless. Wonwoo dragged you into Jihoon’s recording studio, the soundproof walls swallowing any chance of your cries reaching the outside world. The door clicked shut behind you, Jihoon blocking the only escape.

“Shall we begin your punishment, babe?” Wonwoo’s voice was smooth, dripping with malice, his grip unrelenting as he held you in place. Jihoon leaned against the closed door, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes watched you with a disturbing calm.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through your ankles, and you screamed, the sound ringing in your ears yet muffled by the padded walls. Tears gathered in your eyes, blurring your vision as your legs fell to the floor weakly. A gentle finger wiped them away, as you were slowly lifted and embraced by someone behind you. "Now you'll never leave any one of us, darling."

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[yiichan]

Yandere idol Mingyu x idol male reader from a different group under Pledis/Hybe and they have a size and body type difference too, 6'2 Mingyu and 5'7 male reader, the male reader is also told to have a more masculine facade but off camera he's naturally more feminine which Mingyu seems to obsess over. Mingyu starts stalking the male reader's enigmatic facade off camera out of curiosity discovering that the male reader also has some insecureties and body issues since he isn't the skinniest or slimmest idol and he gets criticism from netizens and sometimes even his members and managers both on and off camera but under all those baggy unflattering clothes Mingyu sees nothing but hidden voluptuous curves. Pretty long but I hope it came across clearly, also have fun with the plot and feel free to add your own artistic liberties!

pairings. yandere!idol!mingyu x male!idol!reader word count. 0.8k. genre. yandere, request

warnings. obsessive behaviour, peeking, eavesdropping, bodyshaming.

writer's notes. again, apologies for taking so long.

thank you @sousydive for beta reading.

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Mingyu leaned casually against the wall, his sharp eyes locked on a figure in the waiting room. The staff bustled around, packing up equipment, while other idols either chatted or slumped onto the couches, exhaustion visible in their faces. But Mingyu’s attention never wavered. His gaze followed a shorter idol—about seven inches shorter—who quietly slipped out of the waiting room and into the dressing room. You.

Your figure disappeared around the corner. Mingyu quickly glanced around to ensure no one was watching before pushing himself off the wall and following.

He couldn’t explain it—the magnetic pull he felt toward you. On stage, you were everything an idol was supposed to be: strong, masculine, your toned arms flexing with every powerful move. The passion in your eyes captivated the audience, drawing admiration. But offstage, away from the cameras, you were different. Mingyu had noticed it—the softness in your expressions, how your deep, attractive voice became quieter, more hesitant when you weren’t performing.

And then there were your clothes. While your group members wore outfits that flaunted their bodies, earning cheers from fans, you always hid yourself under layers of oversized clothing. Even when Mingyu saw you at the company, you were wrapped in baggy hoodies and loose jeans, as if trying to disappear into the fabric.

Now, standing outside the slightly ajar dressing room door, Mingyu watched. Through the small gap, he saw you in front of the mirror, tugging at the collar of your shirt, your damp hair falling into your face. The baggy clothes you wore made it impossible to see your true form—but when you lifted your shirt slightly, Mingyu’s breath caught in his throat.

You began to unwrap the bandages and padding from your arms, letting out a small sigh of relief. Mingyu’s lips pressed into a thin line as the truth became clear. The stylists had wrapped those bandages around you to create the illusion of a more masculine frame.

As each drenched bandage hit the floor, Mingyu remained frozen, his heart pounding. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as the last of the padding slipped off, revealing the truth you kept hidden.

There you were. The real you.

Your body wasn’t the rigid, muscular shape most idols had. Instead, you had soft, beautiful curves—so different from what the world expected. To Mingyu, it was breathtaking.

A slow, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You were more beautiful than anyone knew...

Mingyu lingered outside the dressing room longer than he intended, leaning against the cool wall. The chatter around him had quieted, with only a few staff members and idols still packing up. Just as he was about to leave, a conversation from the dressing room caught his attention.

"You need to start taking this more seriously," your manager’s voice snapped, loud enough to carry through the thin walls. "These baggy clothes aren’t hiding much anymore. Fans notice, and so do the cameras. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Mingyu’s brow furrowed as he stayed frozen, listening.

A second voice joined in, softer but still sharp. "The stylists are doing their best, but there's only so much we can cover up." The stylist’s tone dripped with annoyance. "If you just slimmed down a little, we wouldn’t have to wrap you up like this every time."

The silence that followed felt heavy, and Mingyu could almost picture you standing there, quietly taking in their harsh words. He imagined you lowering your head, trying to hide how deeply their criticism hurt you. He had seen that vulnerability before, the way you carried your insecurities despite pretending everything was fine.

"You’re supposed to look like the rest of them," your manager continued, sounding even more frustrated. "Fans are already starting to comment. If you don’t start shaping up, it’s going to hurt the group’s image. You know how ruthless netizens can be."

Mingyu’s jaw tightened. They didn’t see it, he thought. They didn’t see how beautiful you really are. To them, you were just another idol who needed to fit their idea of perfection. But Mingyu knew better.

He swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. The more he listened, the more protective he felt. It wasn’t fair that they were treating you like this, picking apart the very things that made you special—the softness, the curves, the real you.

The conversation droned on, but Mingyu had heard enough. He slipped away from the door, tension coiling in his body. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he had just heard. He couldn’t shake the image of you standing there, forced to hide the parts of yourself that he found so captivating.

They don’t get to talk to you like that.

Mingyu’s fists clenched at his sides. The urge to protect you—to keep you close—burned stronger than ever. They didn’t deserve to know the truth about you.

Only I do.

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[yiichan]

Do you also write gender neutral or fem reader?

Yes, I do! I just prefer writing x male reader! Thanks for being my first ask hehe ❤️

[yiichan]

Could you please do a yandere mingyu x male reader, the reader is the same height as him but not at all buff like he is and that’s what mingyu likes to tease him about

pairings. yandere!roommate!mingyu x male!reader (ft. roommates!minghao & seokmin) word count. 1.2k. genre. yandere, request

warnings. obsessive behaviour, reader is oblivious, minghao is sharp, seokmin is kinda oblivious too.

writer's notes. sorry that i took so long, i love the idea though!!

thank you @sousydive for beta reading.

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One thing that always stood out between you and your best friend was the obvious contrast in your builds. And no, it wasn’t your height—at 1.87 meters (a solid 6’2”), you and Kim Mingyu both towered over most people. What really set you apart was your body type.

Mingyu was all broad shoulders and bulging muscles, the kind of guy who spent hours in the gym, sculpting himself until his arms were as thick as a child’s backpack. You, on the other hand, were… well, different. Your lean frame, messy hair, and ever-present glasses gave you the appearance of a classic otaku, someone more likely to be glued to a computer screen than lifting weights.

Mingyu had a habit of leaning in close—too close. Every time he teased you about your body type, his dark eyes would sparkle with something unreadable, a grin tugging at his lips like he was enjoying a private joke only he understood.

"Come on, skinny," he chuckled, poking your side as you fumbled with your phone. "I bet I could bench press you. Twice."

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your glasses, though you couldn’t stop the heat from rising in your cheeks. "Sure, gym rat. But could you even spell 'bench press'?" It was your usual weak comeback, but Mingyu didn’t seem to care. In fact, he laughed a little too hard, like it was the funniest thing in the world. His laughter always lingered longer than it should, his hand resting on your shoulder a little too comfortably.

No matter how much he teased you, Mingyu always found a reason to be near, to touch you, like he couldn’t stand the idea of being too far away. His grip would tighten ever so slightly, as if staking his claim in a way you didn’t even notice. To you, it was all just harmless fun. But to him? There was something possessive in the way his eyes followed your every movement, a hidden hunger behind his brown orbs. 

“C’mon, Mr. Otaku. You really need to hit the gym—even Minghao’s starting to bulk up,” Seokmin teased between mouthfuls of pancakes. You glanced at Minghao, who sat beside him, and couldn’t help but notice the subtle flex in his toned arms as he shrugged.

Your lips twitched. Maybe Seokmin had a point—Minghao was definitely getting more fit.

But before you could think too much about it, Mingyu scoffed from beside you. Without warning, he leaned in, pressing his cheek firmly against your shoulder, his closeness so casual yet so possessive. “Nah,” he muttered, his voice low as his breath brushed your ear. “I like M/n just the way he is. He’s the perfect size.”

His words made you roll your eyes, but the warmth of his presence lingered longer than it should, making you shift slightly. “You’d say that just to avoid competition,” you shot back, but your voice lacked any real bite. 

Seokmin grinned, clearly in a playful mood, and reached over to ruffle your already-messy hair. "Seriously, you’d look great with a little muscle on you. Maybe I’ll start dragging you to the gym with me." He threw you a wink. 

The smile on Mingyu’s face froze, but you didn’t notice, too busy laughing off Seokmin’s comment. “Yeah, right. You’d have to wake me up for those early morning workouts, and we both know I’m a lost cause there.” You shrugged, brushing Seokmin's hand away half-heartedly.

Before you could react, Mingyu’s arm snaked around your shoulders, his grip firm—almost too tight, his body pressed close against yours. “Hands off,” Mingyu said, the playful tone in his voice masking the sudden chill in his eyes. “M/n’s already got a personal trainer, right?” His smile seemed forced as he looked at Seokmin, daring him to push further.

Seokmin chuckled, unaware of the tension. “Alright, alright, possessive much?” he teased, not noticing how Mingyu’s jaw clenched for a brief second.

But Minghao did.

He watched the scene unfold with sharp eyes, noting the way Mingyu’s hand lingered a little too long on your shoulder, the tension in his grip that you were completely oblivious to. Minghao exchanged a quick glance with Mingyu, who shot him a warning look in return. It was a brief moment, but it said everything.

You, of course, just rolled your eyes and shrugged off Mingyu’s arm. “You two act like I’m some prize to be won.”

Mingyu’s smile returned, but this time, there was something darker behind it. “Exactly.”

As the conversation moved on, you started gathering the empty plates, oblivious to the tension that still clung in the air. Seokmin was back to chatting away, completely unaware of the icy glares Mingyu had been shooting at him moments earlier.

Minghao, though, wasn’t letting it go that easily.

When Seokmin leaned back in his chair, stretching lazily, Minghao leaned in closer, his voice low enough for only Seokmin to hear. “You should stop pushing it with M/n.”

Seokmin blinked, confused by the serious tone. “What? Why?” He glanced at you, still jokingly struggling to stack the plates. “We’re just messing around. It’s all in good fun.”

Minghao’s eyes flicked briefly to Mingyu, who was watching you a little too intently as you worked. His possessive grip on your shoulder earlier hadn’t escaped Minghao’s notice. “Yeah, well… Mingyu doesn’t see it that way.”

Seokmin chuckled, shaking his head. “Mingyu? He’s just being his usual self. Always glued to M/n’s side.” But the easy smile on his face faltered when he caught the look in Minghao’s eyes—serious, almost warning him to be more careful.

“Mingyu’s glued to M/n’s side for a reason,” Minghao whispered, leaning in just a little closer. “Just… pay attention next time, okay? It’s not as harmless as you think.”

Seokmin frowned, glancing toward Mingyu, who was now at your side, helping you with the dishes. From an outsider’s perspective, everything seemed normal—just friends hanging out. But now, Seokmin noticed the way Mingyu hovered too closely, the subtle way he touched you, like he was making sure you stayed within his reach.

“Are you saying…” Seokmin started, but Minghao quickly shook his head.

“I’m not saying anything outright,” Minghao replied calmly. “But maybe stop trying to get so close to M/n. For your own sake.”

Seokmin's eyes widened slightly, but before he could respond, you turned around, giving them both a puzzled look. “Hey, you two gonna help out, or just sit there whispering?”

Mingyu smiled at you, all innocent again, but when his eyes shifted back to Seokmin, the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Seokmin felt a strange tension creep up on him, the weight of Minghao’s warning sinking in.

Before anything could go further, Minghao stepped in, casually blocking Seokmin behind him, cutting off Mingyu’s gaze. “We’re coming,” Minghao said, his tone calm but firm.

Mingyu’s eyes lingered on Seokmin for just a second longer, but when he looked at you, the smile was back in full force. You, still completely unaware of the silent exchange, raised an eyebrow. “You guys coming or what? I’m not doing this by myself.”

Seokmin gave a quick nod, shaking off the strange feeling. “Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” he muttered, quieter than usual.

As they headed toward you, Minghao shot one last glance at Mingyu. Mingyu’s smile stayed, but the look in his eyes hadn’t softened at all.

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yandere!top!jeonghan x sub!m!reader - yandere, suggestive yandere!childhoodbestfriend!wonwoo x m!reader - yandere,

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effortlessly - x m!reader, yandere, nsfw

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[yiichan]

effortlessly ; lee chan | dino

pairings. yandere!stalker!leechan x male!reader word count. 1.3k. genre. yandere, smut.

warnings. mdni, stalking, obsessive behaviour, chan is delusional, reader is oblivious, perv!chan, watching through hidden cameras, masturbation, kidnapping/abductation, use of drugs(?.

thank you @sousydive for beta reading.

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Chan leaned his head against the wall and listened to the sound of rushing water with his earphones. His eyes were closed, and he squeezed the phone in his hand. 

In his head, the image of a naked you rubbed your body sensually as soap was spread over your soft skin. Chan moaned loudly, picturing that it was his own hands that were traveling over your skin. From your neck, across your chest, and all the way down to your cock.

Fuck. 

Chan pulled his own cock out, stroking the shaft as he continued his unfiltered imagination. He would pull you close, his lips claiming the skin upon your neck. His hand would go up to the rosebuds on your chest, pulling and nicking at them until they stayed perky and hard. The other one will slowly make its way to your cock, stroking them softly like how he is doing to his own right now. 

Chan would push you onto the wall, his tongue intertwined with yours as he firmly grinds against your plush cheeks. He'll grab your wrists and hold them up above you, watching you struggle in helplessness against him as his finger breaches your hole, preparing you for the whole of him. The sound of running water stopped in his earphones, accompanied by humming and shuffling. 

Chan threw his head back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he spurts release all over himself. The white sticky substance stained his finger as he lifted them to his mouth, imagining that it was yours instead.

"Yummy..." He licked his lips, letting out a long sigh of contentment. Shifting his gaze toward his phone's small, cracked screen, Chan watched as you dried off and put on your clothes. His eyes raked over your body—from your delicate face to your toned muscles and abs. 

He couldn't wait to have you all to himself.

But his hyungs had taught him that a good hunter is rewarded when he’s patient.

With a slow breath, Chan removed his earphones and reached for the tissues, wiping himself with little care before tossing them aside and changing into fresh clothes. A light hum escaped his lips as he checked his reflection in the mirror, adjusting his shirt, then his cap. Everything had to be perfect.

The night was eerily still. The warm wind swept down empty streets, carrying with it the faint sounds of distant traffic. Chan’s footsteps were muffled as he walked along the gravel path beneath your apartment, his cap pulled low over his face. He paused, glancing up at your window. The dim light from your living room poured through the drawn curtains, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your shadow moving inside.

Heat flushed through Chan’s cheeks as his mind raced with the possibilities. Tonight was the night. Tonight, he was finally going to have you. All to himself.

You sank into the couch with a sigh, letting the familiar comfort of the cushions cradle your tired body. The latest episode of your favorite variety show flickered on the screen, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to relax. It had been a long day—dealing with workplace disputes, navigating meetings with clients. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders.

Maybe an early night wouldn't be so bad.

Ding dong.

You frowned, your gaze shifting towards the door. Who could be visiting at this hour? A glance at the clock confirmed it was well past the time for casual drop-ins. Stifling a yawn, you dragged yourself off the couch and made your way to the door.

Peeking through the peephole, you spotted a figure standing outside. A stranger, his face shadowed by a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. Something about the situation struck you as odd.

You cracked the door open halfway, just enough to get a better look. He glanced up at you, his expression neutral yet tinged with something unreadable.

"Sorry to bother you," he began, his voice soft but steady.

You blinked, curiosity stirring as you took him in. Now that you could see him more clearly, you noticed he was leaning on a crutch, his posture slightly strained. He was good-looking—almond-shaped eyes, raven-black hair peeking out from under his cap, and full lips pressed into a tight line. As he adjusted his cap, you couldn’t help but notice his toned arms flexing beneath his shirt. He pointed upward, towards the direction of your balcony.

"I just moved in upstairs a couple of nights ago," he explained. "I think some of my clothes fell onto your laundry line by mistake. Do you mind grabbing them for me?"

"One second..." You hesitated, your thoughts swirling. Something about him made you pause—a subtle, gnawing feeling that something was off. But he looked so sincere, so harmless, standing there on that crutch. Compassion began to override your initial discomfort.

You relented, opening the door a little wider. "Would you like to come in and rest for a moment while I grab them?" you offered, gesturing toward the couch. "It won't take long."

"Oh," his eyes lit up briefly at your invitation, but the brightness quickly faded. "Wouldn't I be bothering you? I can just wait here..."

"No, I insist," you replied, missing the flash of something darker that passed through his eyes. "Please, come in."

Now, the door was fully open. You stepped back, silently welcoming him inside. The man hesitated for a moment before hobbling in slowly with his crutch. You offered to help him, but he shook his head with a slight smile. "It's okay, I got this."

You led him into the living room, watching as he lowered himself onto your couch with careful movements. "I'll go get the clothes," you said, trying to sound casual. He nodded, his eyes never leaving you, sharp and intense, like a hawk tracking its prey.

But just as you turned your back, you felt something soft and damp press against your mouth and nose. Panic surged through you as an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you tightly against a solid chest. The sharp, medicinal scent of chemicals filled your nostrils, and you realized—too late—that it was a handkerchief soaked in something meant to knock you out.

You struggled, instinctively grabbing at the arm around your waist, trying to pry yourself free. Your legs kicked out in desperation, your fingers clawing at the cloth as muffled protests escaped your lips. But the man behind you was strong, his grip unwavering as he held you firm, pressing the handkerchief tighter.

The world began to blur. Your thoughts became sluggish, the strength draining from your limbs as darkness crept in from the edges of your vision. Still, you fought, the terror of the situation fueling your weakening efforts. But your body wasn’t listening anymore. The fight was slipping away from you, your limbs growing heavier with each passing second.

A low voice, almost soothing in its familiarity, whispered against your ear. "Shhh... Just relax. It'll be over soon."

Chan watched intently as your body went limp in his arms. He kept the handkerchief pressed firmly against your face for a few moments longer, ensuring that you were completely out before finally releasing his hold. He breathed in slowly, savoring the moment, a twisted sense of satisfaction curling at the edges of his lips.

With meticulous care, he hefted you up and over his shoulder, moving with an ease that belied his earlier act of frailty. The crutch clattered to the floor, a useless prop now discarded.

Whatever Chan wanted, Chan got.

Effortlessly.

He straightened, adjusting your weight on his shoulder as if you were nothing more than a possession—a prize he had claimed. There was no urgency in his movements, no hesitation. He had planned this carefully, and now, you were his.

And nothing would take you away from him.

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Hey there, fellow content makers of SEVENTEEN!

Hi! This is a newly formed 18+ network, the Mansae Network! Open to content makers aged 18 and above, the Mansae Network aims to connect all SEVENTEEN content makers together and form a community?

Now, dear potential content makers, why should you join us?

Well, our network is a laid-back discord server which allows members to connect with one another, share memes, receive feedback or just hang out! We have different channels offered to cater your different needs, be it music channels, talking channels, or just simple photo-sharing channels (no explicit content allowed, though!)

What if you are a new CARAT who had just joined the writing community on Tumblr and is still unfamiliar with our thirteen gems? Not to worry! Mansae Network is the best place you can consult. Simple, fun and entertaining quizzes will be held from time to time, so be sure to join that!

Feeling that you want to take charge? Not to worry! Applications for moderators for both queue and server are open! In fact, our co-founder @yiichan mentioned that she would infact, thank the heavens and Mr Salute if any new members are up to challange!

Please, click the link to apply now!

With many love and a lot of laughter, Mansae Network

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join the mansaenetwork today!

Welcome to Mansae Network, an 18+ Network for all SEVENTEEN Content Makers!

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🌷 kyii, 19. I own another page @peachesyeo under the name kan/k. 🌷 i mainly write angst and crack. i also write NFSW fics. i prefer writing x male reader fics! 🌷 fyi but i'm dk, hao and dino-biased!

RECENT WORKS: effortlessly - dino

NETWORKS: @mansaenetwork

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