Yandere!Wayv Maknae Line: Manipulation
Warning: abusive relationships! By that I mean borderline abusive. This is a yandere au, read with caution!
“Stop crying. you know I hate seeing you cry.” Lucas can't handle show of emotion. He's never learnt to process it. But you’re still in pain and you can’t help the occasional sniffles, as quiet as you tried to be. “Y/N, stop. You're trying to make me feel bad, aren’t you?” He approached your body, laid on the bed like a giant broken toy, cuts and bruises all over your legs from how he had handled you through his temper.
But now he’s calmer and there’s no way he can take it back.
Lucas lifts you up to situate you on his lap, bringing you into his arms. “There, there, stop crying.”
You sniffle, burying your head into his chest, finding solace in the very person who hurt you.
And why did he hurt you? You have no clue—sometimes he just gets like that, gets insanely jealous, insanely violent, and all you can do is cower under his large stature.
“Baby? Look at me,” he demands, and you turn your eyes upward, to the glinting eyes of his. He gives you a reassuring smile. “It's over, right? No need to cry anymore.” His palm rubbed over the bruised skin of your thighs to soothe them, but it stings with every tough. “You know if you keep crying I'll get mad again, right? Do you want to see me mad?”
“N-no,” you whimper.
“Good girl. Now I'm gonna go run us a bath—you stay here and wait.” Lucas puts you down on the bed, and makes his own way towards the bathroom. You lie on your side, watching him leave. You noticed his absence meant you could finally breathe better, felt the weight on your chest lift as he disappears out of side.
Why did you feel this way? You love him, right? He hurt you but you love him.
You hear the bath running, and from the bathroom he calls: “And be good for me this time! You know I hate seeing you cry.”
People were mean to you. It’s the way things are, for as long as you could remember. Your father who abused you for the longest time when you lived under his roof, your classmates who never missed a chance to push you over and kick you when you’re down. You’ve been abused your entire life, and it’s not until you meet Xiaojun that you finally felt safe. Like someone was finally here to protect you.
But sometimes you feel like your relationship is flawed. It’s definitely not normal, because most people don’t have to throw the whole world away to be in a relationship, but Xiaojun demanded that he be the only center of your universe.
And if you’re being honest, sometimes he hurts you, and the line blurs between lover and abuser. Sometimes it feels like he’s just like your father.
The familiar stinging across your cheek, the trembling pupils of Xiaojun’s eyes. He’s still angry - no, no you had to get away from him before he hurt you even more. You cradle your cheek in your hands. He hit you. He’s just like your father. The thought leaves you weak in the knees, and you stumble onto a chair, needing to sit down. Xiaojun hurt you, he’s just like the rest of them.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Lies. He meant to and he would do it again if he could.
You end up heaving in sobs, his actions bringing you back to childhood memories and the way he swung his open palm to meet your cheek - a load of bad memories spilled out from the darkest corners of your mind.
“Hey, hey, just look at me, baby.”
All the bad thoughts and panic stills when you finally crane your head to look up at him. It’s just Xiaojun. He loves you. He’d never do anything to hurt you- although he just did. “You were being bad, I ended up hurting you, I’m sorry, okay?” He seemed to be on the verge of tears himself, with glinting eyes and shaking hands.
“De-Dejun?” Why is he crying? You didn’t want your baby to be sad.
“I just- I did this to you, I made you cry, baby, I’m so sorry-” Xiaojun babbles, half in tears, and instinctively you just pull him in, wiping his tears away and giving him a hug. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to,” you assured him softly. “It’s okay.”
His grin out of your sight, Xiaojun smiles to himself, content with where he has you.
Hendery was fun to hang around. You wouldn't call him your boyfriend, but he's definitely more than a friend. You never considered that he might have wanted more, wanted to be a bigger part of your life.
And he knew exactly how to get it: poison your life, until you have no one else but him.
“Is that Y/N? Did you hear what happened at the party?”
“I heard she was caught in the middle of it at school.”
You don't know where the rumors come from, but they leave you blushing red walking through the stares in the hallway, and your own family has heard their own version of rumors. How you had solicited sex with teachers. The rumors launch an investigation on the teachers mentioned, and soon, even though the rumors were far from being true, they were terminated.
“It's your fault they were fired.” Most of your classmates seem to share that sentiment, and they begin ostracizing you, treating you differently. It feels like you have no place in the world—and even your parents have their doubts about your truth.
Nobody believes you.
You're not that strong. The first sign of trouble you think about giving up. All the stares that people give you as you walk through the hallways—you can't take it anymore.
You end up at his place, a mess of a person slowly unraveling on his doorstep. He poisoned your life and now you're right in the middle of his web, rendered helpless. No one to turn to except for him. He quickly opens the door for you, letting you in. “I—I didn't know where else to go,” you told him. “Everybody's so mad at me.”
“It's okay, baby. I'm here.” Hendery wraps his arms around you, placing you in the warmest hug you've ever had in months. “You're with me now. I'll take good care of you.” His lips trail along you skin, until he delivers a peck onto your lips, which take you by surprise. Suddenly he pushes you against the wall, deepening the kiss, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip—you pull away, putting a stop to it.
A dumbfounded expression on your face, you look back into his expectant eyes, slowly blinking. “Hendery, I—I don't—we can't do this, I don't like you like that.”
“You don't like me like that?” Hendery echoes your words, and you flinch at his stern tone. “I take you in when even your parents won't, and you still don't want me?”
He pushes you up against the wall, pining your arms beside you, until you're forced to meet his gaze. You push his arms away, only to realize you were being trapped in them. “Wait, I'm sorry—” “Just be a good girl and give me what I want tonight.”
Yangyang arrived home at the dead of night, smelling like another girl's fruity perfume and his clothes all creased and messy, evidence that he'd only just found them back after chucking them on the floor as he did whatever he did with her. You're in tears, having waited until 4 in the morning to confront him. It's not fair—Yangyang basically had you on an extremely short leash, never letting you go anywhere, but he could go wherever he wanted, sleep with whoever he wanted to sleep with.
“Are you fucking crazy? I'm not cheating on you!” It almost looks comical, the way he says that with lip gloss glitter all over his neck. “Where would you even get that idea?”
“Ah, Ryujin. Her again?” He found it in distaste and it showed. “Ryujin always has these crazy ideas about us, doesn't she?” Yangyang approaches you, and your anger sort of quells, more confused than angry now. You're being misled—of course he's cheating, of course he is. There's lip gloss all over him and he smells like another girl. But he was calling you crazy, you could barely rely on your own thoughts.
“Isn't she the one that made you go out when I didn't let you? Isn't Ryujin the same person that keeps painting me as this horrible, controlling boyfriend?” He gets closer to you, and you realize his breath smells like beer and you see a hickey on his shoulder. “When will you see that bitch is just trying to tear us apart?”
Were your own eyes playing tricks on you—you did see a hickey, didn't you? But now it's covered under his shirt and you can't see it anymore. “You cheated, Yangyang, just admit it.”
“I'm telling you, you're crazy. I didn't cheat!” Yangyang scared you with the way he was gesturing around the room, hands everywhere, almost hitting you. Suddenly, he calms, cupping your face in his hands, which smell even more like alcohol, “Baby, look into my eyes.”
Warm brown eyes met your trembling ones. “You gotta believe me, okay? I didn't cheat. Why would I ever cheat when I have the most beautiful, most wonderful girl in the world?”
He pulls you into his arms, and you're locked inside an embrace you didn't want, smelling the fruity perfume of the other woman in its full extent. “S-so. Aren't you gonna tell me where you were?” you ask.
“I don't think so, that’s my business.” Yangyang struts away towards the bathroom, pushing you out of his way. “I'm fucking spent, babe. I need time alone—don't try to talk to me.” The bathroom door shuts on you, and you're left with the sense that you lost.
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