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hey, love me now | yandere! mental patient! han jisung

— pairing; yandere! mental patient! han jisung x reader

— word count; 5.9 k

— summary; his laughter, his crazed smile, the way he looks at you with love and bloodlust at the same time. all jisung wants is for you to love him back and doctor, not even those silly little chains will hold him back from touching you and begging you to love him now.

— warnings; obsessive themes, killing, violence, language, yandere themes

“Your patient is here,” the nurse says to you, gesturing to the white door in front of you. She offers you a sympathetic and encouraging smile. “Jisung’s a sweetie, but he’s also a tough one to handle. You have to be extra patient with him.”

You return the smile. “Thanks, I will.” And with that she takes her leave, leaving you alone. You take a deep breath and adjust your white coat. You were a fairly young psychologist, having graduated at a fresh age of 20. It was normal to be nervous; today is the first day of your first job and you didn’t have any experience to rely on.

You take a deep breath and look at the clipboard once more. Han Jisung, aged 19, was placed in the mental hospital at 15 and was just recently diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder at 18. You click your tongue. Poor kid, you sympathize as you check his headshot. He looked pale and bony as if he hadn’t eaten. He was pleasing to the eye though, even if he had sunken cheekbones due to malnutrition.

You push the door open and carefully take a step inside. You see a boy staring blankly at the wall and you flinch when his blank eyes turn to look at you.

But after two second his eyes quickly brighten up and he jumps out of bed and stands. His eyes are sparkling when he sees you, and you see no danger in him.

His condition looks worse up close. His black hair has gone limp and dull and he looks paler and skin than he did in the pictures, but you can also feel the charismatic persona that has so often been mentioned in the fires.

“Are you my new psychiatrist?” Jisung asks. You nod, not knowing what to say at the moment. He motions for you to come closer. “Can you come nearer? I’m not exactly permitted to be free, you know?” He tugs on something with his leg and a clunking noise is heard.

China’s link Jisung’s right leg to the foot of his bed. He must be pretty dangerous then if he needed to be chained, you think, but you take up the offered space on the bed and mustered up your friendliest smile.

“I’m Ahn [Your Name],” you greet. “I’ll be your new psychologist. I’m curious, but what happened to your previous one?”

Jisung smiles. “They didn’t tell you?” He asks. You nod. “I almost killed him. Barely got out of this room with a bleeding torso and half-shattered rib cage and demanded to get out of the hospital. He better be grateful he go out alive.” Jisung shrugs. “It’s his fault anyway. Bringing up my past as if I was the one who was at fault.”

You look around the empty white room. “What did you use? There’s nothing here.”

“There used to be a lamp.” He jerks his thumb towards the bedside table. “It’s gone now.”

“Well, did you try to kill someone with a chair?” You joke, talking about the absence of chairs in the room.

“Shattered their skill in,” Jisung replied. You freeze, not really expecting that kind of answer. “They’re dead now. Brain damage. They were too aggressive for me.”

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Well, um,” you cough. “I didn’t expect that.”

His eyes glint with some kind of malice. “They didn’t either.”

You force a dry laugh before Jisung changes demeanor. He cocks his head like a child. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m not sure myself,” you say. “But I guess I learned from it. I won’t make the same mistakes as them.” You reach up and ruffle his hair. “I’ll take good care if you, okay, Jisung?”

A nice, warm feeling spreads through Jisung’s body. “Okay, noona.”

Jisung is a handsome and charming man, something to be expected from a person diagnosed with ASPD. But he was too pale and skinny to be even healthy and you wondered if the hospital was even feeding him correctly.

“Minyoung-unnie!” you call out to a fellow doctor. The said doctor turns around to look at you. You keep up with her until you both walk side by side down the hall. “It’s great to see you again!”

Minyoung is a doctor who showed you around when you applied for the job. The two of you quickly clicked and has kept in contact ever since. Today is your first day seeing her as a newbie on the job

“It is,” she agrees. “Is today your first day on the job?”

You nod. “Yup! I got Han Jisung as my patient!”

Her brows furrow in worry. “Oh my, Han Jisung? That kid’s really problematic. His past few psychologists have suffered quite a lot or have even ended up dead.” She shakes her head. “What were they thinking, assigning a rookie like you to such a complicated subject?”

You laugh and wave it off. “Don’t worry about it, unnie! Jisung and I got along pretty well!” You turn quiet again and look forward. “Anyway, that’s what I came to you about. Jisung’s pretty thin and pale to be healthy. Is the hospital… feeding him alright? I’m kinda worried.”

Minyoung sighs. “The hospital used to give him full plates of food before, but after his encounter with his last psychologist, he refused to eat. We were able to force him to eat some though, but he took only small bites and that was it. They didn’t want to waste any food so they gave him small portions of food from then on.”

“Poor guy,” you pity. “He must have had it rough.”

“I know,” Minyoung agrees with you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “He needs someone who’ll understand him perfectly. You’ll be great for that, [Your Name]-ah.”

You beam at her, eyes brightening up with eagerness. “I’ll do my best.”

“What’s this?” Jisung asks, eyeing the plate full of food in front of him. You’ve set the plate full of grilled pork, grilled beans and corn, and a side dish of kimbap for him to eat all up.

“Your lunch,” you calmly reply, flipping through Jisung’s database. He frowns and looks at you.

“I’ve already eaten though,” he says. You look up from the papers and stare at him.

“I don’t think eating less than half of a healthy diet is called lunch, Jisung,” you retort. You set down the papers and fold your hands together, a habit of yours whenever you start talking seriously. “Jisung, if you keep on eating at this rate, you’ll get severely sick and die.”

“It’s okay anyway,” he mumbles, curling up into himself. “I’ve been doing it for the past month. Nothing will happen if I die anyway.”

It’s a sign of his depression, you take note, and your eyes flicker to him. He looks sad and stressed, different from how overly bright he was this morning. His last psychologist must’ve dampened his spirits.

“Come on, Jisung,” you prod him. “You know that’s not true. I’d be greatly affected if you’d die.”

“As if,” he says quite blatantly. “You just met me today.”

“Well, yeah, and I’m looking forward to meeting you every day after this one.” You smile brightly and place a hand on his knee. “I told you a while ago, didn’t I? I’ll take care of you.” You gingerly pinch his cheeks and lean back into your chair, flipping again through your data whilst waiting for him to eat.

Jisung blushes, placing a hand on his warm cheek. The feeling of your fingers is still there… and it’s an actually nice feeling.

Deciding to obey your words, he reaches out for his lunch and begins stuffing himself.

He munches a bit noisily, distracting you from your papers but instead to your patient. He started off a bit slow, hesitant to touch the food but once he’s had three spoons he began feeding himself at a fast rate. His cheeks are full, and you laugh to yourself.

He looks up from his plate and stares at you with brows furrowed. “What?”

You wave it off, still chuckling into your palm. “It’s nothing. You just look so cute right now.”

“I-I–” Jisung feels his blush intensify at the feeling of having a noona compliment him. His heart’s pace picks up and he quickly drops his gaze to the food and stuff himself even more with a fiery red evident on his face.

Today was a breeze with Jisung.

You’ve decided to settle on the less personal topics, such as how he’d been feeling these past months and other questions that checked up on his emotional wellbeing. Yet today had also drained your energy, and you went to sleep as soon as your head hit the sack.

Jisung, on the other hand, had difficulty falling asleep.

He can still feel your fingers pinching his cheeks, and your hand messing up your hair. He can still see the sincerity in your eyes, and hear how your laugh goes and oh my god his thoughts were just filled with you and you and you and you.

He places a hand over his heart and feels how fast it’s going. At this rate, he’s never going to fall asleep at all.

He launches up from his bed and kicks his blanket. Oh god, he inhales and exhales, but is not doing him any good. Oh god. My heart is beating too fast.

He’s feeling overwhelmed by the sudden emotions.

Your face flashes in his mind once more and he can’t take it. He buries his head into his pillow groans.

Is this love at first sight?

Obviously.

“Noona!” Jisung voice chirps brightly when you enter the room. Your mood immediately brightens when you hear him in such a pleasant mood this morning.

“Hello, Jisung-ah,” you say lovingly. You ruffle his hair like yesterday (Can they blame you? His hair is unbelievably soft. You take note to ask the hospital what shampoo they give to the patients), and he grins as you do. He likes it when you do that.

He sits cross-legged on his bed, his white pajamas inching up just enough for you to see the iron cuff clamped on his right leg. His big doe eyes look up at you and you notice some bags under his eyes.

“Jisung?” You call his name worriedly. He blinks at you and responds with a ‘hm?’.

“Did you get enough sleep? You look tired.” His hands immediately reach up to his eyes and he instantly begins to worry. Did he not look presentable to you? He must look like trash right now.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I had a hard time sleeping last night.”

“Aigoo, my poor Jisung.” You shake your head and sit next to him. His heart flutters when you say that. Having someone care for him is a distant memory, and unlike those psychologists who came to him with phony smiles, there’s something about you that makes him really think that you care for him.

“Get some sleep tonight Jisung, okay?” He nods obediently and faces you on the bed. “Now, we’ll be doing some relaxing exercises that’ll help calm you down before I ask you some sensitive questions. Is that okay with you?”

He flinches when he hears sensitive questions, but he mumbles a ‘yes’ and gets on with it. You give him some breathing and anxiety exercises. He feels the tension in his shoulders lessening, and he’s almost forgotten about what comes after. He supposes it’s not really the exercises that help but just your mere presence.

“Okay, Jisung,” you say softly. He opens his eyes and looks into yours. A comforting shade of [Eye Color] that welcomes him in. “Tell me what happened on the fourth of December.” He flinches when he hears the date, the memories swarming in. Psychologists always ask him that, and reliving the memory is just as painful every time.

You notice how his muscles stiffen again and rub comfortingly at his back. “It’s okay, Jisung-ah, I’m not here to judge. I’m here as your friend. Come on, don’t be ashamed.”

He hesitates for a very long time. He holds his breath and squeezes his eye shut. The fourth of December, a painful date that turned his whole life upside down.

His first kill.

“I-I didn’t mean it,” he stutters. You keep on rubbing circles on his back, eyes silently prodding him to go on. “Really. I was only trying to protect myself from them.”

You know exactly who ‘them’ is, it says it all in your database, but you urge him for more. “Who exactly is ‘them,’ Jisung?”

He stays silent. He doesn’t wanna talk about it.

You sigh. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it, but I need you to talk to me so I can help you, Jisung.”

“You already have all the information the hospital has on me,” he mutters. He caught you right there.

“That’s not what I meant,” you exhale, laying your eyes on Jisung. He’s not looking at you, opting to stare at the blindingly white bed sheets instead of you. You can tell that this topic is really uncomfortable for him, but you want to make him trust you with his feelings as soon as possible. “I need you to open up to me so I can tell what you’re really hiding, Jisung. And from that, I’ll help fix all your problems with you.”

He sniffs. Oh, you think as he lifts his wavering eyes to you. Right now he’s reliving memories of the past, each memory and scene seeming to drag on slowly and painfully. “D-Do you promise not to treat me badly like all the other psychologists?”

You offer a genuine smile, gingerly taking his hands in yours and squeeze. He squeezes back, though weaker than yours. “Of course, Jisung-ah. I like you too much already to do so.”

His heart flutters.

“Jisung!” You enter the room smilingly six months later, rid of your long white coat and wearing casual clothes. Jisung hops out of bed, the chains clanking along with his movements. Here he is now, more color into his cheeks and having gained some weight. He’s no longer the pale and bony thing you’ve encountered all those months ago.

He eyes your clothing questioningly and you take heed of his stare. You chuckle and explain the situation at hand. “Well, you kept on complaining to me about how much you wanted to see the world again so I personally asked the hospital if you were allowed to go outside again!” His eyes brighten up at your words. “They were amazed with my progress to you, so as a reward to the both of us they said yes!”

“Th-they did?” He sputters and he can hardly believe his ears right now. Four years of being confined within these walls with only the hospital area to roam around had him craving for even a whiff of the outside. And now it’s finally coming to him. Ah, he can smell the fresh air and the people’s smiling faces and the city’s hecticness. And most importantly, he’s going to spend it with the girl he likes the most.

“Yes, they did!” You grin at him and he can’t help but grin back. You hand him clothes the hospital gave you, pat them. “Check the pockets, Jisung.” You wink at him, and he can’t help himself but get curious. He feels the pockets for something and freezes when he feels something solid and hard in them. He knows what that is, but he can hardly contain his surprise. He locks eyes with you, mouth agape, before hurriedly reaching in the pocket and pulling out a sleek, silver key.

“No…” he whispers so softly you can barely hear it. He turns it around in his palm, still not believing it. His hand trembles and his eyes go watery.

It’s just a key, people might say. But this isn’t just any key.

“Come on,” you urge him on. “You deserve it.”

He takes a deep breath to compose himself, though it barely does him any good because he’s still shaking when he sits back on the bed and brings his right leg up. He sees the keyhole and aligns the key with it, before putting it in and twisting it. The clank of the shackles unlocking echoes through the air, and they fall to the floor with a metallic clang.

Jisung unsteadily stands up. He can still feel the ghost shackles on his ankle, and he slowly moves his leg up and down. He doesn’t hear the clinking of the chains.

He tries to gulp down his emotions before lunging at you, hugging you real tight and close. He sobs into your shoulder, tears wetting your clothes, not that you mind. “Thanks so much, noona…” He hugs you tighter than thought possible and you return the hug. “I love you so much.”

His mouth runs faster than his brain, and it’s only a matter of seconds before he fully realizes what he said. He pulls away to apologize but you intertwine your hands and gaze into his blotched red eyes. “I love you too, Jisung-ah.”

He was ecstatic to hear that, but it fades away when he sees the soft smile on your lips and the fond look in your eyes.

You didn’t mean it like that.

“W-wait,” he stutters as you pull him off the subway train and into the busy little streets of a district. His heart flutters when you tighten your grip on his arm. He’s currently a bit unsteady and uncomfortable, due to the fact that he hadn’t been outside for so long.

You stop abruptly. “Are you scared, Jisung-ah?” You tease. Jisung thinks that you look more beautiful right now than he’s ever seen before. Your smile is brighter and makes your face light up with such youth that it makes him want to pull you in for a hug.

“No…” His voice trails off. He looks around and sees couples sharing drinks with each other, holding hands with each other, and laughing with each other. He looks down at his hands, his long fingers tangled in yours. A thought hits him, and it makes him all wobbly on the inside.

Is… He goes red at the thought. Is this a date?

He quickly slaps himself on the cheek and internally curses himself for the thought. You look at him with a confused look. “Are… you okay?”

“I’m fine, noona!” He quickly blurts out, covering up his flustered state with a heart-shaped smile. He points at a sweet-looking candy shop, the windows displaying chocolate fountains and rock candies to tempt children and the sweet-toothed people to come inside. “Can we go inside there?”

“Sure!” You exclaim, eager to comply with Jisung’s requests. Today is a special day for him after all.

Jisung is charming and witty, something to be expected from someone with a diagnosis such as his. But today you forget that somewhere in his brain he’s got a few screws loose, and instead, you take pleasure in his delightful company.

The younger boy has taken advantage of the situation, knowing full well that a day like this would go to waste if he just kept on stuttering and acting shy. As the day progresses he grows bolder and bolder, wrapping his arms around your shoulders since he’s about two to three inches taller than you, closing the distance between both of you at times, and being a flirtatious shit overall.

But you’re a generally touchy person, so these interactions come off as normal to you. He’s disappointed when you don’t react to his advances, but that doesn’t stop him.

In the end, however, he failed. When the moon starts to rise, you drop him off at his room, and he’s confined again within the cold walls of his room.

“I had a fun time today, Jisung-ah,” you say with a jovial tone. The joy in your tone makes him happy that you had fun with him, and his lips curl into a smile.

“Me too,” he replies. You shut the door of the room after a wave and his eyes darken and his lips form a black scowl.

He kicks the wall hard and curses. He runs his hands through his hair and flops on his bed. He hugs a pillow and buries his head in it, imagining your warmth, the caress of your hands, and that warm tune you always hum under your breath. His sudden anger slowly goes back down, the thought of you relaxing.

“Noona,” he whimpers, gripping the pillow tighter and tighter. “Please love me now.”

It’s his fourth time outside with you.

Every time you go out, it’s always a new experience. He’d gone to the districts, the mall, and the river with you. He used to know these places, but throughout all the years he’d been locked away, Incheon became nothing more but a faded memory to him.

Today both of you were headed for the amusement park that was open for the week. You’d gotten a small amount of sleep last night, the hospital dumping you with papers that took you four hours to look over. So now you were asleep on Jisung’s shoulders in the subway, lips slightly apart as soft snores came out of them.

He stares at those lips. They look so… kissable. He imagines pressing his lips on yours, imagines how it’d feel like. Would his first kiss with you be chaste, a swarm of butterflies flitting around his stomach stopping him from kissing you any further? Or would it be long and sweet, eyes closed and a million sparks zapping through his veins.

Or would it be hard–

No, he reprimands himself. I’m underaged.

In the midst of his thoughts, you stir beside him, feeling refreshed though a bit drowsy. He snaps out of his thoughts when you raise your head and rub at your eyes, letting a small yawn out.

“Are we there yet Jisung?” You ask through yawns.

“Only a stop away, noona,” he answers with a candy sweet tone. He stays silent, eyes silently traced on you.

“Noona,” he quietly calls you, and you him to acknowledge him. “Did you have your first kiss yet?”

The surprising question snaps you out of your sleepy daze. You chuckle nervously, thinking that your patient may be teasing you, but you see the serious look in his eyes and the chuckling fades away. “I- ah…” It’s embarrassing to think about it, actually. You, 20-years-old and gone through college, had never kissed the lips of another boy (or girl.You might be bisexual).

“I’ve never kissed anyone in my entire life actually…” You mutter. You see his face light up when you say that and was about to question him about that particular question when the train reaches your stop.

“Ah, noona, we’re here!” He exclaims, jumping up from his seat. His eyes are wide with excitement, and you smile fondly. He must be really looking forward to the amusement park.

But really, he’s just happy no one has yet to experience your lips yet.

The day almost turns into night, and Jisung, an obvious romantic, wants to ride the Ferris wheel to watch the sunset and give way to the moon and the stars.

It’s a big Ferris wheel, with the top being really high up above the ground. The sky adorns an ombré painting of purple, pink, yellow, and orange. Jisung presses his face to the window and drinks in the sight. It’s pretty, and he uses every second to admire it.

He turns to you and finds that you are, unsurprisingly, much prettier than the sunset. The warm hues outside paint you in a shade of golden brown, your beauty more exhilarating than ever before. He stops breathing for a moment there because more than anything he just wants to pull you in tight and drink in your lips.

You’re in a faraway place, lost in your thoughts. He pouts because he wants your attention, so he switches his position and sidles up to you.

“Noona~” He whines, rubbing his cheek with yours. You laugh and lean on him. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing,” you murmur. “It’s just that… you started out as a patient and now you’re one of the closest people I have.” Jisung is definitely pleased to hear that he’s wormed his way into your heart in a matter of months.

“Well, I’m grateful that you take care of me, noona,” he chirps and drapes an arm around you. “I feel happier than before.”

The two of you share a comfortable silence, staring out into the ombre sunset with complete peace in your minds.

“Hey, Jisung,” your soft voice calls for him as the ride dips down and returns you back to land.

“Hm?” He turns his head to look at you, but he freezes still when he feels your lips peck his cheek with a small ‘mwah’. He’s completely red now, not just his face but also his neck.

His shaking pupils are blown wide, and you giggle at the expression on his face. “You were asking me about it a while ago so…” You rub your hands together nervously and look down on your lap. “It’s a small thank you. A token of my trust.”

Clearly, you don’t mean it romantically, which may have dampened his mood if he wasn’t too high up in the clouds.

Sixth time.

It’s his sixth time and so far nothing bad has happened. But when Jisung sees this man eyeing your body like it was fucking dessert, all sense is quickly thrown out the window and he fists the collar of the man, eyes hot as coal as he glares at him.

“You get your eyes away from her, you fucking perv,” he seethes. You panic and try to come in between them, hoping to calm Jisung down.

“Jisung stop!” You plead only for your voice to fall on deaf ears. “You’re causing a scene!”

None of them seem to hear you as the stranger only continues to aggravate Jisung further, grinning at him toothily as if the situation right now isn’t such a big deal. “What’s got your panties up in a twist, kid?” He mocks and laughs raspily. “Afraid that I’ll show your girl a better time than you do?”

Jisung’s face is red. And not the kind of red you make him experience, but an angry kind of red, the one that makes his head pound and his ears fill with intense ringing. He throws a punch across the guy’s face and kicks him down to the ground. Out on the sidewalk pavement, there seems to be no officer around, only gawking passersby who offer not much help to the current situation.

The guy groans and tries to stand up, but Jisung grabs his hair and leers down at him. “You watch your fucking mouth geezer, before I wash it out with your goddamn blood, got it?”

The man opens his mouth to bite back, but he slams his head to the ground and knocks him out unconscious. Jisung spits at the body and looks up, only to see a guard with handcuffs and your shaking eyes.

After that week, he was hauled into that cold and dark room of his again, and for the next following week, he was only allowed to food and bath and nothing more.

He was chained again too, but chains were the least of his problems. He paced around as far as his confinements could let him, biting on his teeth and pulling at his skin, asking himself the same question and shouting it so loud he just knows the people outside can hear him:

Where is [Your Name]

He can’t do it. He can’t. He can’t survive days without seeing you, not being able to bask in the glow of your smile, the warmth of your skin, your everything. He pulls at his hair and bangs his head as hard as he can against the wall.

Where are you?

W h E re A re You??? God, god, god. Fuck, he can’t handle this anymore. He wants you beside him there and now, and if he isn’t going to get you at that instant he was gonna kill himself with whatever he can find. It’d be so easy for him to get creative with his bare surroundings.

“Jisung?”

“Noona!” He cries out and jumps from his bed. You’re shocked at what you see— a disheveled and crazed looking Jisung, who’s even paler and thinner than you’ve ever seen him before. Upon a closer look, you see that his nails have been bitten away, his arms bruised, and a faint trickle of blood at the side of his head.

“The guy’s been banging himself against the wall all week,” the nurse tells you, clicking her tongue. “Yelling your name out too. God, he’s a wreck.”

You ignore her remarks. “Thank you, I can handle myself from here on,” you say to her. She nods and closes the door, but you know that she and a handful of other nurses will be standing near the door in case something happens. The door clicks softly, and it’s only you and him now.

You can feel his beady eyes boring into your skin, and can hear the slight chatter of his teeth. “Noona?” He calls out timidly. “Are… you going to leave me again? Please don’t! I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise!”

“Shh… shh,” you quiet him, stroking his hair softly. He melts into your touch. He misses the feeling of your hands caressing him. “We’ll talk, okay? I have to tell you something.”

A whine almost erupts from his throat when you pull your hand away, but he forces it down. You take a seat on the bed, but you’re still too far away for his liking. You take a moment to prepare yourself, inhaling deeply before letting out an exhale. “Jisung-ah,” you start, and he doesn’t like how serious your tone is. He’s so used to it being so light and warm and airy. “The hospital looked over the incident that week and they’ve come to the conclusion that I shouldn’t be your psychologist anymore.”

“What?!” He cries out. His eyes are almost popping out of their sockets at what you had just said. “No no no no no no no no…” He mutters under his breath, body shaking. “You can’t leave me! You’re the only one I have! Please don’t do this to me!” He begs you, crawling over to you and takes your hand in his. You peel your eyes away from him and tug your hand away. You stand up from the bed.

“I’m sorry, Jisung, but our relationship is just making you even worse.” He shakes his head forcefully, denying that statement.

“No, of course it isn’t! It’s helping me, see? It’s helping me…” He laughs drily, the sound bare of any emotion. “Come on, noona…. Didn’t you say before that you’ll take care of me? That you care about me? I love you so, so much!”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. You can’t bear to listen to him anymore. “I have to leave.”

“No!” He shrieks. “No, you can’t! I’ll force you here beside me! Noona, you love me, right? You love me, you have to!”

Your breath hitches. “I can’t love you like this,” you tell him, voice cracking.

He chokes on a sob, thrashing around in his chains. “You can’t do this to me! You can’t! We were friends! We were lovers! Are you just going to throw me away like this?”

A forceful tug of his right leg suddenly makes his leg feel a lot lighter. He looks back to where the chain is attached to the wall. He successfully broke it, and he doesn’t waste a second to bring you into his arms. You struggle to get away a cry of help ripping out from your throat. The nurses quickly run into the room and holds Jisung back from you. You gasp as you break free from his arms, but he’s still thrashing around the arms of numerous nurses. One of them loads liquid into a needle, but his eyes stay on you, deep and desperate.

“You can get away now.” His eyes are crazed and his lips curl into a feral smile. “But sooner or later I’ll find you. And you’ll love me.”

The needle pierces into his skin, and he blacks out.

It’s been less than a year since that event that happened with Jisung. You’ve moved on and pushed it to the back of your mind. You’ve resigned from the hospital, who were incredibly sad with your leave but understood your intentions.

Inside the comforts of your home, you lounge on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in hand. You stare listlessly at the television and tap your hands impatiently on the side table’s flat surface. Your boyfriend is taking years to change into his pajamas inside your bedroom.

But the ambient silence of your room goes away when a loud thud and a scream comes from your room. You jolt up, eyes wide and stare at your bedroom door.

“[Your Name]!” Your boyfriend yells from behind the door. “[Your–]”

He’s cut off mid-scream. Nothing comes after that.

Your legs are wobbly as you lift yourself from your couch and slowly make your way to the door. It’s a bad decision, you know, but you find yourself compelled to do it.

You twist the knob and slowly open it, the door creaking as you do. A gasp leaves your lips, and you recoil. Your boyfriend’s body lies on the wooden floor, eyes wide open in shock and an obvious stab wound in between his eyes. A black hooded figure stands by his corpse, a knife in hand. The metal blade is dripping with blood, and it makes a pitter-patter sound as each droplet slides down to the floor.

He lifts his hood and you stop breathing.

Jisung lifts his eyes and grin at you, face splattered with your love’s blood. His eyes are dull and blown wide with bloodlust.

“Noona,” he croons, voice sickly sweet as ever. “I’m here. Do you still love me?”

“I–” you choke on air, barely believing what is happening right now.

“Come on, noona.” He takes a step towards you. “I blew up the hospital just for you.”

“This can’t be happening,” you murmur but he cackles at you.

“It is happening!” He says with a jovial tone. He’s sick in the head, definitely. “Say it, noona. Say that you love me.”

“I can’t!” You gasp, inching away from him. “Jisung, I don’t love you!”

His eyes darken and they narrow themselves at you. He pulls you by the wrist and kisses you deeply and earnestly. You scream into his mouth, but he presses even further you can’t breathe. He pulls away at last and presses his forehead on yours.

“Hey, love me now,” he whimpers, and you can see the sincerity and genuine love in his eyes that you soften. But his expression quickly changes into pure sadism, and he seizes your throat so hard that bruises are bound to form.

“Or else there’ll be dire consequences. You understand that, right?”

IMPORTANT NOTE: none of this is written by me (aestaetico)! this is meant to be a repost/archive of @aestaetic-co (who has deleted their blog)’s original work. please don’t credit me for it!! also i painstakingly searched for crumbs of their blog for 3 hours on 4 different wayback machines and this is the only fic i could find so </3 lmk if you have a copy of any work done by them you would like me to upload+compile into a masterlist!

DISCLAIMER: yes i know.. (sorry author) it is kinda problematic to write about a real person like this and romanticise mental issues+yandere things,, but tbh it is a very nice piece of work by itself if you just pretend you do not see it (also its kind of just fiction) anyway i didn’t change anything to respect the author and the work so if u wanna change it just do it urself 😓

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