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minho-hoho · 1 year

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☾ GENRE ➝ yandere, mafia

☾ PAIRING ➝ yan!mafioso!yeonjun × gn!reader

☾ WARNING ➝ yandere themes, mafia related themes, violence, blood, murder, etc...

☾ REQUESTED ➝ no

☾ WC ➝ 0.8k

☾ NOTE ➝ uhh i actually wrote this and a quite lengthy taehyun one shot but it got deleted so sksksks i just lost hope and stopped coming to tumblr for a while srryyy

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you were shaking under the covers of your bed, as if the almost constant state of fear you were living in wasn't enough, yeonjun had to do his business in your house. the screams and threats were freezing your blood, you were terrified that anyone would get hurt, and that you, would get killed because of what you considered yeonjun's reckless behaviour. for someone who claimed to only want the best for you, and only acted with your best interest in mind, he sure was being dangerous towards your safety. the only thing you could do was wait patiently, praying that whatever thing he was doing, was ending soon.

you heard a scream of intense pain followed by a loud thud. the voice didn't belong to yeonjun, but you didn't know if that reassured you any better. did he kill someone in your house? you wanted to get up and check up on him, and what happened, but the thought of the possibility of seeing a dead body laying on your living room's floor was frightening.

you carefully tiptoed to your bedroom's door, and tried to listen to any sounds that might come out of the living room. for a few seconds, only a dead silence fell on your ears. the silence stopped as a string of curses left yeonjun's mouth.

quietly, you slightly opened the door, enough for your voice to be heard.

“yeonjun..?” you called out his name, your voice quivering a little.

his eyes immediately darted your way, looking at your figure peeking through the door. not knowing what to say, he stared you, his dark gaze piercing your skull.

“what happened, is everything okay?” you asked, a bit reluctant, not being able to decipher his emotions.

yeonjun sighed, looking at the corpse laying next to his foot.

“this is what happens when you decide to go outside and disobey.” he walked towards your door.

it was true, you went outside and went out with some friends when you were forbidden to do so, as yeonjun was scared that the wrong people would get you and him, and hurt you. you regretted ever going out with someone heavily involved in the mafia world, in every step you took, you were reminded of the risk that and of the chances that you'd get harmed by anyone in the opposing mafia to yeonjun's. and on top of that, you added his obsessive and overly protective behaviour towards you, you deeply regretted ever agreeing to go out with him, your mental not being able to take any of yeonjun any more.

but even if what you did was objectively dangerous and stupid, did that mean that he had to kill someone? at this point, you didn't know whether he did it to protect you, because of his borderline psychotic and obsessive behaviour or because he simply enjoyed witnessing the death of over human beings.

“because of what you did, people now know about you, and i need to kill even more people for you.” he was now in front of you, towering over you, maintaining a chilling eye contact with you.

“no matter how much i warned you, you still went against my directions. do i need to threaten you? to show you the corpses of the people i've killed? because i can, and i will if that's what you need.” shivers ran through your body, you knew that by working in a mafia he had to do some shady stuff that potentially involved ending some people's lives. but you never thought he'd kill some people because of you. especially if it could have been avoided.

a wave of guilt washed over you as you felt at fault for the death of many. your shoulders dropped, and tears started to well up in your eyes. yeonjun's eyes were piercing through you in the silence. you looked down to your feet, remorse still eating you, you took a shaky breath before muttering low excuses, your voice unstable.

unbeknownst to you, yeonjun was smirking. his efforts were paying off, he had successfully manipulated you into feeling culpability for things you didn't even control. he was now sure you'd never leave his side, which was his ultimate goal, it was all he dreamt of.

he sighed, before taking you in his arms, startling you a little. “it's okay, just, don't do it again, okay? let's not spill more blood than needed. be careful, and as long as you follow my orders to the letter, you'll be safe and happy.” his shirt was now wet by your tears, you nodded, determined to not make any more mistakes.

yeonjun grinned, he kissed the top of your head. you sobbed in his chest, as he softly rubbed your back, trying to comfort you back into a happier state.

he finally achieved his most important mission, and he was more than overjoyed inside.

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fics-lovebot · 8 months

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Hello!, here I´ll be constantly adding new recs, that includes kpop (boy groups), anime (men only) and not fandom related ones. also, eeeeverything in here I recommend with my eyes closed and would 100% re-read so,, enjoy!

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs, luv you and thank you in advance❤️

BTS

ot7 / poly

namjoon

seokjin

yoongi

hoseok

jimin

taehyung

jungkook

SEVENTEEN

ATEEZ

TXT

STRAY KIDS

MONSTA X

NCT 127 / DREAM / WAY V

THE BOYZ

ENHYPEN

RIIZE

ANIME

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el-hawthorne · 1 year

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Halloween Series: Special

Words count : 3,5k

Pairing : Yandere!Yeonjun x female!Reader

Rate : 15+

Genre : Dark romance (?), Strangers to lovers.

Warning : SUGGESTIVE, mentions that reader is a female, Yeonjun is full of himself and delusional (?), harsh words, swearing, please let me know if I should mention anything that I should put as a warning.

synopsis:

Yeonjun is a famous playboy among his peers. He really wanted to make you fall in love with him to prove his friends that he was capable to steal your heart. You were sweet to him, but that doesn't make him a special guy. So it hurt his ego and he was determined to have you all to himself.

***

There was no single soul who didn't know how famous Choi Yeonjun is. He was good at sports and his academics. All of the teachers really saw him as all of the students' role in his school.

He was kind and nice to everyone. And also, he knew how to crack funny jokes. Everyone loved his presence.

But nobody is perfect, right? Yeonjun was an ace in his school, he was attractive and desirable. That's why he could play with anybody's feelings to his advantage.

He knew he could get what he wanted. Which could mean everything.

He wanted it, he got it.

That was until his friend asked him an easy challenge. For him. At least Yeonjun thought so, and his friends also thought that Yeonjun could do that.

"Make Y/n fall in love and confess to you."

"Well?" Yeonjun raised one of his brows, "that's it?"

"Yeah, she took advantage of me. I want you to serve what she deserves."

Yeonjun chuckled, "Why can't you serve it by yourself then?"

"You got that player title for a reason. Even though she was hard to get, I knew you could make her fall in love with you in less than a month."

The evident smirk now slowly faded on Yeonjun's face. He knew his friend was now trying to get him. His friends knew that he was taking pride in being loved easily by people.

"Well, what do I get from this?"

"This one?" His friend threw him a key. A cottage key in the exotic beach to be exact.

"Deal."

When Yeonjun suddenly came into your frame, you wouldn't be surprised at all.

He suddenly greeted you when you walked past him through the school gate all of sudden. All eyes now on you. Thanks to him for ruining another peaceful day.

You weren't popular in your school. But many students know who you are. You were actually quite active in the organization and loved by your juniors, because you always stood up for them when one of your seniors bullied them.

Yeonjun has been your classmate ever since your first grade. But now, as if you were in the spotlight, Yeonjun suddenly noticed you.

"I didn't know we were in the same class."

"I know, I just wonder why you suddenly greet me and even ask my chairmate to switch with you. Do you want something?"

"Yeah, your heart," he winked at you.

You scoffed, "Woah, calm down there Mister. My heart is mine, I'm not planning to give it to anyone yet."

"I'm sure I can wait for that," he laughed.

If you didn't know about his reputation of being a casanova, you might find out that his laugh was attractive. Maybe, you would confess to him the next day.

But thanked God, for giving you the ability to see through people's intention and connecting the dots. Aside from being a heartbreaker, you also knew that Yeonjun did revenge for his friends.

Last time you could remember, a guy named Wooyoung—one of Yeonjun's friends—suddenly approached you. He only wanted your connection so he could join your club. And he did.

But what cost? His ex came to you, paid you a big sum of money if you could sell his girlfriends information. Yeah, he had more than one girlfriend. So you did, and let all of his girlfriends give him a lesson.

You knew Wooyoung was the one who asked Yeonjun to seek revenge towards you. You weren't stupid.

So, you decided to have a little fun. Because Yeonjun seemed to make an effort in order to make you fall in love with him.

Every morning, you would find him in front of your house to pick you up at school. Then after school, he would bring you to his favorite cafe and sometimes to have some study dates too.

On weekends, he would ask you to hang out together. He would bring you to his favorite place, like an art museum, amusement park, his apartment, you name it. He even made a romantic dinner just for you as well.

You didn't mind him bringing you chocolate or your favorite dessert or some gifts at your school. Making all of the entire school assumed that both of you were dating each other.

"Y/n?"

When you walked at school's corridor with Yeonjun who had his hands on your waist, you suddenly stopped. You heard a familiar voice called your name.

And you were right. Right after you turned your body, you saw Choi Beomgyu—your old friend and also your old crush.

Well, you and him used to attend the same high school. He was your chairmate back then and you developed a crush on him since that happened.

Who wasn't he was the only one who saw you when everyone didn't. He really cared for you to the point he always asked you to join him for studying together with his friends.

And because of him, you managed to attend the college that you really wanted.

But after graduation, you lost contact with him. He was studying abroad.

"Beomgyu?" Your eyes widened as you gasped.

Nothing really changed about his features. He was still as ethereal as ever. His black hair that used to be short, now became longer with wolf cut style. He looked more mature and insanely attractive.

"I thought I called the wrong person," he chuckled before smiling warmly at you, "turned out I was wrong, looks like you have become—no, you've always been beautiful. But now you know how to look more beautiful. No wonder, you have a boyfriend now."

"A boyfriend?" You realized that Yeonjun's hand was still on your waist, you quickly freed yourself and walked towards Beomgyu.

"Nope, he's just one of my colleagues. Nothing special between him and I," you clarified.

Meanwhile, since your attention was fully on Beomgyu, Yeonjun didn't like the uncomfortable feelings inside his chest. The way you told Beomgyu that he wasn't special pinched his heart.

"Y/n, we have to go. Our class will start soon," Yeonjun poked his cheeks as he crossed his arms on his chest.

You rolled your eyes, "You go first, I still want to catch up with Beomgyu for a little bit."

"Fine!" He huffed before he left you and Beomgyu alone as he felt annoyed.

You didn't give a damn about about Yeonjun and decided to give your attention towards Beomgyu.

For you, men aren't worth it to be loved. But Choi Beomgyu was an exception.

Maybe those unsettling feelings that you left years ago are still there. You didn't really forget him. Especially your heart still longing for him.

"Why are you here? Don't get me wrong, I really like seeing you here now. But, aren't you studying abroad?" You asked him.

"Yeah, but I had a project here. Also, my brother is working here. Just want to know about his workplace. Turns out he's working in a decent place," he answered, "but that's not the main reason why I came here. It's because I want to see you."

You blush like crazy because of his statement, "It's been a long time, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "and I want to ask you something."

"Sure."

"You said that man isn't your boyfriend, so are you single or?"

"I've been single since birth," you answered without thinking.

"So I still have my chance now?"

You frowned at his sentence. Not that you didn't know about his obvious intention. You just didn't know how to respond when your crush likes you back. It was your first time. Heck! You even never got into a casual date with someone you genuinely liked.

Beomgyu laughed as he patted your head, "well, are you free after class?"

"I am, but why are you asking?"

"Nothing, just want to ask you for dinner," he grinned.

"Yes, of course."

"And I will pick you up after your class. Now, go to your class and stay pretty—no, forget it. You always look pretty in everything you do," he shuffled your hair before you left him.

Right after you entered your class, you saw Gaeul—your friend greeted you. She already saved your chair.

"The last time I checked, you act like a girl falling in love was years ago because of Beomgyu. And now, are you so desperate that you even fall in love with Yeonjun too? You know he is a jerk, right?"

"Who said I fell in love with Yeonjun? And how do you know I 'act like a girl falling in love'?

"Simple, because you look stupid," she answered without thinking, "but wait, if it's not Yeonjun, then who?"

"I've met Beomgyu earlier," you said with the brightest smile on your face.

Gaeul gasped, "No fucking way."

"Yes way, young lady. And you better help me too," you said as you were biting your lips nervously.

"What for?" Gaeul arched one of her eyebrows.

"Since he asked me for dinner tonight," you whispered.

But you were too excited to notice that someone probably heard what you said.

All of the things he did, Yeonjun never felt this angry before. He was sure that you would fall for his charm in a week when he treated you as a special girl. He gave it all for you and would do anything for you.

But yet, he never got any special treatment from you. He even saw with his own eyes when you greeted that "ordinary" guy. Yeonjun knew that guy was actually less of him. Yet, he saw how you slip those hair behind your ears, how red your cheeks and ears. Then you smile shyly but genuine at the same time.

He never saw you like that when you talked to another, even to himself. Being with you made Yeonjun realize that he observed too much about you. He cared too much for your well-being to the point he no longer didn't care about the prize anymore.

He wanted you. All for himself. You have to be his, and not anyone else. If he couldn't have you, then he would rather see you dead than with somebody else other than him.

***

"Hey Y/n," Yeonjun walked towards you while you were still packing your things inside your bag before you got out of the class.

Your classmate eyed you for a while before you nodded at her and gave her signal to leave you alone with Yeonjun.

Now that you were alone with him, Yeonjun smiled at you, "So, caffe date as usual?"

"Hmm, yeah. And I want to go somewhere, I think I need your help for something too," you said.

Yeonjun's smile couldn't get wider than this as he felt his chest swell because of his pride. You need him. It really fed his ego right now.

"Anything for you baby," Yeonjun said as he patted your head before he placed his hand on your waist as his way to claim you and to show others that you were his.

Different from what Yeonjun's thought, you started to enjoy Yeonjun's company. Despite that Wooyoung asked him to approach you, you could consider him as a good friend.

Yeah, he was fun to be around with. He was cool with everything. He was really smart too and also great with helping you study. No wonder almost everyone fell for him.

Yes, "almost everyone".

Except you, of course. Someone permanently held captive your heart since your high school. And now that you have a chance, you're not gonna let go of that chance easily.

After "the study date" session you had with Yeonjun, more like a study session for you and meanwhile for Yeonjun was still a study date, now you asked Yeonjun to bring you to a cloth store.

"Why do you want to go here?" Yeonjun asked.

"Well, I want to go buy something that might need your opinion since you're a guy and have a really good taste in everything. So the point is, I need your help," you are seriously staring at Yeonjun.

"If you thought I would help you because you just complimented me earlier, well it works. Let's go," Yeonjun got out of his car and opened his car's door for you as if you're a princess.

His princess.

"Thank you, Jun."

The way you called him made the whole butterfly inside his stomach. And it didn't seem to bother Yeonjun at all. No, he liked it.

You entered the store and met some workers that already knew you. Well, you have often gone to this place before. Even the workers treated you as if you were their friends.

"Hi Y/n, it's been a long time. Did you come here with Beomgyu? Gosh you changed so much, I wonder if Beomgyu would change a lot like you or not. Oh wait, did you two are dating now? Because I already knew that both of you had a thing for each other," Hoseok—the owner of the shop greeted you like an old friend.

"Hi Hoseok," you chuckled, "no, I'm with my friend."

"Your friend?" Hoseok frowned when he saw Yeonjun walking behind you and didn't hesitate to place his hand on your waist.

If you thought he was fine, no you were wrong. The fact that you only consider him as a friend? He was pissed, to the point his grip on your waist became more tighter than usual.

Your eyebrows arched as you snapped at Yeonjun, "Yeonjun?"

Of course you were uncomfortable because of him. But you tried to hide it, you didn't want to make Hoseok worried over something small. Even though you clearly felt that something was off from Yeonjun.

"Hmm?" Yeonjun looked at you as his grip loosened up.

The uneasiness came easily inside you from the way Yeonjun stared at you. It was like he was dead inside and there was someone else instead.

"This is Hoseok, he is my old friend and the owner of this shop. Hoseok, this is my classmate, Yeonjun."

"Hi Yeonjun, nice to meet you," Hoseok awkwardly smiled.

Yeonjun stared at Hoseok with his blank face and didn't say anything other than nodded.

You decided not to overthink what you just felt earlier. Maybe you were too tired to the point you started to imagine things.

So you started to choose some dresses that you wanted to buy and some guys clothes.

"Jun!" You called Yeonjun when he was busy with his phone.

But when his nickname you gave rolled from your tongue, he immediately had all his attention on you. He quickly scooted to you.

"What is it?"

"What do you think if someone buys this shirt for you," you showed Yeonjun that guy's shirt towards Yeonjun.

Is she going to give me a present? How cute.

Yeonjun chuckled.

You frowned, "What? My pick isn't literally terrible, you know."

A pout appeared on your face. Yeonjun couldn't help as his hand now reached the top of your head before he messed with your hair.

"Jun!" You ripped his hand from your head by slapped it.

"Sorry babe, it's bad. Actually it is quite the opposite, you clearly have a taste."

Your eyes directly glared at Yeonjun, you couldn't believe him. Maybe he tried to mess with you again. Who knows?

"No, really. If I receive a gift like this, I will be over the moon. Especially if it's from the girl I like—no, I mean the girl I love. Literally going to confess to her right at the moment," he said confidently as he saw that rose cheeks of yours.

Aw—now you're shy. How cute! It must be because of him, wasn't it?

No, you were imagining Beomgyu's reaction when he received a welcoming gift from you. He must be just like what Yeonjun said, and even confessed his feelings for you.

"Hoseok, I want to buy this," you said to Hoseok.

"Oh hey, I actually had a new design for a dress. I think you should have it," he said as he showed a flowery dress that actually looked beautiful.

You were stunned, "It's beautiful."

"I know, a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl, you know?" He teasingly smiled at you.

"Oh Hoseok, I really want this dress, but I don't have much money. But can you keep it? I'm going to buy this after I save up money this month."

"Oh forget it, you don't have to pay. think of this as my welcoming gift for you, and I know what you did girl," he winked at you, "you should wear this, Beomgyu might go crazy over you when he see you in that dress."

"Wa-wait, for real?"

"Yeah, but you have to tell me first when both of you are official."

"Sure!"

"Oh my God! Hoseok, thank you so much!" You happily hugged Hoseok.

***

"Here is the key," Wooyoung threw a key towards Yeonjun who was fond of his phone right now. His eyes were literally attached towards whatever it was inside his phone.

"What are you watching?" San—one of his friends scooted over as he tried to peek, but Yeonjun immediately locked his phone.

"Mind your business," he said as he put himself inside his pocket.

San scoffed, "What's wrong with him?"

Wooyoung shrugged, "I don't know and I don't want to know. All I care about is now I'm happy."

"Happy because Yeonjun rejected that girl, huh?"

"Yeah, and now she is sick because she can't keep up with the reality that Yeonjun is only playing with her feelings," Wooyoung smiled happily.

"Well, you win."

On the other side, Yeonjun heard his friends' conversation. His smirk was visible on his face.

What his friends didn't know was, everything was twisted. And so he was.

Yeonjun took his phone from his pocket and unlocked it. It showed a video of your unconsciously slept on his bed from his real-time cctv inside his mansion. Too tired from crying.

Your tears were still visible on your face as he still remembered how you cried beautifully, wanting to get your freedom.

But no, of course he couldn't do that. You were his and would be forever his.

So he walked to towards his car and drove to his mansion as fast as possible. He couldn't wait to see you as fast as possible.

He really missed you.

And he knew that you also missed him.

If not now, than he was sure in the future you would miss him just like what he felt right now.

You just needed time.

As he arrived at the mansion, he immediately walked inside his bedroom and kissed your lips.

Your eyes slowly opened when you felt something soft touched your lips. Oh, how gross it was. You wish you could wiped that kiss from your mouth.

Vibrant with your reaction, Yeonjun was actually quite the opposite. Those red and glassy eyes glaring at him looked so beautiful for him.

"Hi sleeping beauty, so you have a nice dream, huh?" He chuckled before he kissed you again, but this time was longer than before. Even the tongue involved.

He smiled when he saw that red and swollen lips of your still connected to his by the saliva.

"You gorgeous thing, how can I not notice someone gorgeous like you from the start?" he whispered, but you didn't answered anything other than a few tears came out from your eyes.

"Such a Goddess," he murmured as he licked your tears, "The medicine still didn't wear off yet. So I called the doctor to put an IV on you."

You silently cried. Your tears kept coming out from your eyes.

"Sweetheart, this is just for a while until you behave, okay. You can't do anything on your own now, because you need me. You will always need me."

That fucking bastard.

After you bought Beomgyu a gift, you were supposed to go home with Yeonjun. Even your best friend already waited at your home.

But instead, Yeonjun drugged you by putting something inside your drink that made you fainted. He kept you at his house and confessed that he loves you for a while now.

Of course you rejected him and asked him to free you away. But instead of freed you, he put a syringe inside you with whatever substances inside of it that you actually didn't like it.

You lost your consciousness after that.

That's wrong of you if you thought that substance inside that syringe only made you unconscious. Other than that, your whole body was paralyzed. You even couldn't talk!

And that bastard literally took advantage of it.

"Sweetheart," Yeonjun's sickening voice made you snap back at the shitty reality, "before the doctor came, how about shower? You looked dirty, I will definitely help you to take a shower."

You only stared at him who looked at you as he grinned widely.

"Let me take your clothes off, yeah? Don't worry, you don't have to be shy. I already see everything," he kissed your neck as he slowly removed your clothes from your body, "I promise, I'll be gentle with you."

- end

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modgirlyreposts-revamped · 1 month

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Postin' this cuz I finally feel confident about how I drew his jaws, so I can now say Caine simps an' the 2 Yandere!Caine enjoyers out there (me an' my bestie) I'm cookin' something for y'all-

#my art #digital art #wip #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanart #tadc caine #tadc au #tadc digital adagio yandere!caine au #yandere #modgirly txt

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mint-yooxgi · 1 month

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Okay so....

yandere!human!Beomgyu who finds out you're an immortal...something....succubus? Vampire?

"I knew it!" A gleeful voice echoing around the warehouse manages to pull you from unconsciousness. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"

Your head throbs, and you find enough strength to lift your bleary gaze. Blinking your eyes open, you see a man hopping around about ten feet away, giggling giddily with his back turned to you. As your vision returns, you notice he seems to be standing in front of a cork board, photos and pieces of papers strung up, connected by red strings.

He slams a happy hand onto the metal desk beneath the board, turning to you with a large grin on his features.

You sigh. "Beomgyu..."

"You thought I wouldn't figure it out." He chuckles, slowly walking closer to you.

You can tell he's feeling extremely confident right now, given his 'discovery', as well as the fact that your hands are cuffed behind your back. The fact that you can't immediately break the metal around your wrists indicates either a lack of strength on your part, which is highly unlikely, or the cuffs are enchanted. With another subtle tug of your wrists in opposite directions, your bet is definitely on the latter.

Briefly, your eyes dart passed his head, noting some candid shots of you pinned on the board.

"So, it's you who's been stalking me." You state, light amusement in your voice.

Carefully, you remove the thin bangle you had been wearing around your wrist earlier, flattening it to begin picking at the lock of the cuffs pinning you in place.

"Stalking is such a harsh term," he hums, his gaze dancing in glee. "I prefer studying."

"And did you learn anything interesting?" You hum, your fingers working at the cuffs diligently.

"Many things, actually," his grin widens as he plants himself right in from of you. He leans in, smacking his hands on either side of the chair's arms. "You're a vampire."

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times before a boisterous laugh is escaping you, your eyes crinkling at the sides as tears blur your vision.

"Don't laugh! I know it's true!" He pouts, standing back to his full height. "You don't like sunny places. Your house is dull and dreary. You like wearing dark colours, and you bite people to survive! I even found these in your basement!"

Scurrying back over to the desk, he grabs something off the top in his one hand. Turning back to face you, he proudly presents what appears to be a wine bottle in your direction.

"The label is far too dusty to be new, and when I opened one, it didn't have the smell of vinegar from going bad." He explains, walking closer. "It smelled like iron, and when I poured some into a glass, it was almost coagulated. Really, it was kind of gross. You should be drinking fresher stuff than that. I'd gladly offer you my own-"

Another boisterous laugh escapes you, and you manage to topple yourself over in that chair you're in. Luckily, the impact on the ground covers the sound of the cuffs clicking open.

The lights begins to flicker.

"Oh, my dear sweet child," you bring a hand up to wipe at your eye, pushing yourself upwards as your figure grows. Tentacles emerge alongside wings from your spine, dwarfing the poor boy as you loom over him.

He begins to shake, but for some reason, you don't smell fear radiating off of him. Instead, the excitement shining within his eyes only grows. As you get closer, a tentacle wrapping around his waist to pull him to you, you even swear he lets out a small moan.

A maniacal grin stretches across your features, showcasing sharp, pointed teeth.

"You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into."

#ask #yandere beomgyu #yandere txt #yandere tomorrow x together #beomgyu drabble #txt drabble #beomgyu scenarios #fantasy au #eldritch being au

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lunarthefrieschild · 1 year

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Tw : pink blood

"I could be a better boyfriend than him"

#lunarthefrieschild #lunar txt.#my edit #edits #gacha club #gacha oc #mine: edits #lunar edit #lunar blog #lunar au #dont repost #yandere!lunar #yandere #au #tw pink blood💉🩸

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 2 years

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Exorcism;; CYJ

Word Count;; 1.5k

Genre;; Demon AU, Horror

Pairing;; Yeonjun x Reader

Summary;;

Darkness encroaches on your sanity, carrying with it the demon’s whisperings. Not even God can save you now that you’re within his grasp.

Request;;

Anon asked: "Yeonjun and yn

E;; Exorcism"

Warnings;;

Demon!Yeonjun x Nun!Reader here we are again with the religious fics, ayooo Heavy Catholicism because… nun…

Graphic depictions of violence, blood, gore, death (not MCD), demonic possession, demonic obsession, sexual innuendos

Notes;;

Well I went off the rails again. Oops?

There’s a little easter egg for The Exorcist but not in an obvious way.

Also this is part of my Kinkoween series!

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Sinister cackling pervades your mind. It pollutes, tainting you from the inside out. Darkness claws at your heart, begging to sink its teeth into your purity. Every inch of your being yearns to flee. What was once hallowed ground is now a haven for the depraved. God’s light no longer shines within this church. No, only the Devil’s temptations remain.

“Keep praying,” Father William whispers beside you.

You nod but he doesn't notice. He’s much stronger than you, both in body and in spirit; he would never allow his mind to wander in the middle of a prayer. The soft voices of your fellow nuns grow louder to compensate for your faltering determination. Their words build a protective sphere around you, shielding you from the beast’s influence.

Dipping your head, you call on the saints for guidance. Sweat lines your palm as you clutch your rosary beads to your chest. Your salvation is on the tip of your tongue. God’s grace will safeguard you from the entity vying for your soul if you just utter the holy prayers. Yet you can’t push yourself to speak, to even finish the first line of the Apostles Creed.

I believe in God…

Try as you might, the prayer always dies on your lips.

You scour the room for a source of strength. Shadows wheeze out their promises to devour and corrupt. Wind ricochets against the stone walls as they ooze black, viscous fluid. Dripping echoes within the chamber, constant and taunting. It dampens the intercessions of your sisters, smothering their intentions with loudening persistence.

Swallowing hard, your eyes flutter toward the silver shackles adorning the wall furthest from the door. The last resort. If the demon triumphs, if it breaks through the church’s defences and claims you, those chains may very well be your last resting place.

A shiver tickles your spine. Father William is a talented exorcist but even so, the likelihood of your survival is close to nil. While this should be encouragement enough for you to beg for His mercy, there’s something wicked growing inside you. Tempestuous, rapacious, lecherous.

Hunger rages within your core, eliciting unspeakable desires. Warmth wells in your chest as lava pulsates through your veins. Sweat trickles down your nape, soaking through your coif. Sulphur stings your nostrils when you inhale, infesting your mind and clouding your thoughts. Your rosary beads clatter to the floor. There’s a gasp from one of your sisters then she’s crying for Father William to cleanse you of the evil digging its teeth into your soul.

“It’s too late.”

You’re vaguely aware of your lips parting, of the harsh words as they crawl up your throat, yet your voice sounds so distant and foreign. Both guttural and wispy. Your skin tightens at the sheer intensity of it, threatening to split free of muscle and bone. Unable to withstand how taut you’ve become, you topple forward. Nails screech against the cobbled floor as you scream, jaw unhinging and back arching.

“We’re beyond prayer,” William says, breaking through the agonising haze infesting your mind. “We must exorcise it before it takes full control.”

Twisting your neck to look upon him, your vision blurs with fresh tears. He removes his stole with a sympathetic frown. The room fills with the caterwauling of your so-called sisters. Gentle, unwelcome hands flip you onto your back. They pin you to the jagged ground, indifferent to how it cuts into your back. Wrath overcomes you, transfiguring the last of your patience into feral madness.

A rumbling growl vibrates within your gut and you lurch forward. Teeth gnash and tear into skin. Warm and thick, blood wets your tongue as you take a bite out of the closest nun. She retreats with a broken cry. Her departure marks the liberation of an arm. Strategic in your hysteria, you grasp the oversized crucifix adorning your neck. The cold metal burns your palm. You hiss as you rip it away from your body and into the thigh of the wretch foolish enough to still be holding you.

Frenzied and wild, you stagger to your feet, attacking anyone who draws too near. Thudding against your skull, heinous compulsion urges you forward. You sway with each step toward the holy man and his silly little book. Raising a crucifix of his own, he invokes the Lord’s name. Your blood boils at the mere mention of Him. He rattles off in Latin and your strength wanes with each prayer.

Reaching your limit, you swing at him with the last ounce of your energy before collapsing. Without hesitation he jumps to your side. His touch is feverish, branding you with the splendour of God. No matter how you writhe you’re unable to flee his virtuous embrace. The war for your eternal soul is coming to a head and you’re unsure who will win, who you even want to win.

Exhausted, you give in.

“You did so well, angel,” a tantalising voice purrs. It comes from nowhere and everywhere all at once. “Let me take it from here.”

Pure, unbridled fear accompanies you into a restless slumber.

When you wake you’re greeted with an overwhelming stench of iron. Straining to see in the dark chamber, you struggle to your feet. Your head is pounding. It hurts to keep your eyes open. Rubbing your temple, you traverse deeper into the room, calling for your sisters. There is no verbal response save for an elongated rasp. It inhales for what seems like minutes while you stumble in the dark. Its exhalation lasts twice as long.

Outside the clouds part and moonlight sneaks through the barred window. Dark splotches decorate the floor. When your shoes dip into the black pools, the fluid clings to the sole. Each step closer to the ghastly moaning is bogged down by the substance. Repulsive squelching follows as you cross the room.

From beyond the vast dark comes a snicker. There’s something so familiar, so intimate about it that you stop dead in your tracks. Mere feet separate you from the unknown. Your hand springs up to cradle your crucifix but your neck is bare, as is your pocket. No rosary graces your hip. Terror seizes you.

As you pat yourself down, a twinkling catches your eye. Hidden within shadow comes the gleam of silver. You turn to it. It’s a shape you can recognise anywhere. Dark flecks mar the body of Christ, the metallic sheen of the crucifix dulling under the stains. Fingers hang loosely around His feet.

Beyond the limp digits is a clammy wrist and a crimson arm…

and then nothing more.

Bile rises in your throat and you dry heave. Backing away from it, your heel connects with a pudgy mass. Weight shifting, your world is overturned as you fall onto your back. Your landing, however, is cushioned. Once more the heavy scent of iron invades. It’s suffocating. You try to stand, to escape the stench but when your hand juts out to the side, you grasp gelatinous flesh. Pressing a little too hard, your fingers puncture through.

Withdrawing with a small yelp, your arm flies back to your lap and with it, the severed head of your sister. Fingers digging into her soft cheek, they wiggle and dance in her mouth, peeking through the lips in your desperation to detach from her. She won’t release you. Her face absorbs your fingers, sucking them deeper. Your wailing pierces the still night air.

Somehow, despite the abject terror gripping your every thought, its laughter breaks through.

Memories slam into you like a freight train. For weeks it toyed with your sanity. Many a night you cowered before the tabernacle in constant prayer. Father William and your sisters worked around the clock to save you from its diabolic touch. You found solace in the promise of salvation, if not for your earthly form than for your spirit.

But no matter how you strived to guard yourself from it, the demon had its ways. It snuck into the back of your mind, planting rotten seeds within you. The path to God became overgrown with its weeds, with its lies. It promised pleasures beyond your imaginings and instead of shunning it, you let it fester. Turning your back on his Holy light, you plunged into the depths of sin. The demon led you astray and you allowed it.

You’d fallen so far that you didn’t blink twice when he asked to enter you.

When he poked and prodded at your innards, you relished in the fullness. Every ounce of your being contained him. Your every thought became his. He licked at your sanity, his tongue lapping at your final sacred restraints until you burst. Devouring your innocence, he consumed you from the inside out, destroying your piety without resistance. Once could never be enough, not when such hellish bliss was at your fingertips, and soon you became inseparable. More often than not he lingered, whispering sweet corruption inside your very mind all while sinking his teeth deeper into your blackening soul.

Now, when red eyes meet your own, you can’t produce a morsel of regret.

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appleofthemoon · 2 years

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can i ask for mafia yeonjun for f or z please ? 🥺

note. ooh, you even gave me an au that made my brain go haywire, thank you for that anon! (i’m not being sarcastic, i mean my mind loved this.)

code. fracture; how can you severly hurt them?

warning. delusional muse, vague description of self-harm, allusion to kidnapping.

mafia! yeonjun isn't blind, nor is he ignorant. he's fully aware of the risks that come with bringing you into his world, which is why he's so protective of you. as the only good thing he has in his hideous life, he needs to come back home every single time to see you are still alive, waiting for him like he tells you to do.

so it hurts him to see that you're injured. what really digs the weapon into his wound is that it wasn't inflicted by one of his enemies. instead, your own hands were responsible for the crimson marks that mar your skin. their motive? you want yeonjun to see that you're suffering, and it's his fault.

he doesn't want to accept it. everything he's done is for you, isn't that enough? he puts himself out there in the line of fire so he can rest peacefully, knowing that there's one less threat to your life. he grows his empire so you can live comfortably while sitting on your throne, right next to him.

yeonjun will give you everything, but he'll never give you the one thing you desire.

the game is closed for the season, thanks for joining in !

#muse : yeonjun.#yandere txt #yandere yeonjun #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt au #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun au

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heeseung-min · 2 years

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Meet me at the garden after school :)

I am ready to confess ><

You didn't realise a small smile on your lips when read the notes. It has been months since you started to interact with your secret admire. At first, your secret admire always left some candy or bread then he slipped the notes and the interaction begin.

You did tried to guess who will be the secret admire from your classroom however you couldn't point it out. Even Sunoo, your bestfriend can't solve the problem.

After dismissal, you quickly went out to the garden looking for the admirer and you found your crush, Choi Yeonjun. He smiled shyly at you. You can see how red his cheeks and he tried to avoid the eye contacts.

"Hi"

"Hi y-y/n"

"So, you are the secret admirer..."

"Do you...hate it?"

You shake your head denied his words. Why would you hate your own crush? That's so crazy.

"Of course no yeonjun. It just I didn't expect it will be you and for your information I like you too."

You confessing without looking at him. Feeling too nervous to see his face however the boy tilted your chin up to face him who already smiling brightly to you.

"Look at me and say it y/n"

This time with a bit brave you open your mouth and let out the confession again.

"I like you yeonjun."

Yeonjun kissed you softly and pulled your closer to his body. He leaned away after few minutes and leaned his head on your shoulder smelling your scent.

"I have been waiting you for years y/n"

"Well now you don't need it anymore"

Little did you know, Yeonjun was smirking at Sunoo who was few steps away behind you. Sunoo hold tightly the flowers he had arranged for the confession but he didn't expected this to happen.

You and Yeonjun.

Being together, kissing and hugging.

Fuck, no.

It should be him.

He was the one who gave you the notes not Yeonjun.

He was the one who bought the candies and breads.

HE WAS THE ONE WHO DID THAT BUT WHY IS THIS HAPPEN!

"I told you that y/n only see you as her bestfriend, Sunoo."

"Shut the fuck up yeonjun. Stay away from her if you still want to live."

"You must be so angry right? Already plan to confess but too bad I got her first and you should stay away from her. Know your place"

Yeonjun walked out from there and went out to your house to spend some times together. Gosh, he missed you so much. Now, he didn't need to climb up on your balcony or sneak into your bedroom when you are asleep.

It's been a long time isn't it?😐😐 Well i'm too busy to write anything and plus this week i have exam so yeah😬 but here in case yall miss my works😚😚 and thank you for supporting me and like my works. I appreciate every of you so much

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sketchy--akechi · 1 year

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So I just now learned about a Shuake take where Joker is the yandere and Akechi is the darling (this takes place in Maruki's reality) and

If this love - Akiren telling Akechi "We're taking the offer"

Won't come true - Akechi looking utterly betrayed and heartbroken as the Justice card shatters into pieces

That means I can never wake up - Joker sleeping in the Cafe LeBlanc attic, surrounded by cobwebs

... I may have listened to Mousou Express one too many times

:'))) yall just wanna see me crying huh

#yandere joker reminds me of an au i had actually!#where jokers desire to bring back akechi becomes so strong and distorted that he forms a palace #akechi (who lived bitch) visits the palace and shadow joker doesnt wanna let him go anymore #akechi: kurusu what in the everloving fuck #asks #txt

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liz-allyn · 1 year

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Hi it’s me how are you doing good I hope so I just read sugar and vice pt 4 and I tell it’s breath taking it’s so good I’m so surprised with the sudden change in the tone of the story I knew that it was a dark story because of violence and the mob au usually contains but I was not expecting it to get sending shivers down your spine as you fear for the life of the mc kind of dark you’ve executed the twist so well I bet none of your readers saw it coming I really love that about your writing and I’m so looking for forward to where this is going to end up taking us Peter in this chapter was terrible terrifying and an idiot to put it mildly but I still have empathy for him (see that’s what makes your writing so fun to read ) I did feel bad when is pts kicked but the aftermath ?the way he dealt with ?it left me disgusted and disappointed and disturbed he was awful to someone he calls the brightest thing in his life and he has no excuse for that none whatsoever it left a very bitter taste in my mouth so much for “protecting” her from monsters he should take it easy with her I know he’s learning but if he wants her to even remotely trust him after that incident he needs to learn fast that’s it for now all my love starlight

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Hi starlight!! I am doing well, I had a nice half week off with fam (but now I’m also really tired and ready for quiet?)

How was your last week?

I’m so glad you’re liking Sugar and Vice! Yes, we do not like mean angry Peter, especially when he’s angry at our Honey, but keep in mind, I’m writing a slightly darker, Peter variation. He’s not the same guy we know from TASM. It’s different from how I wrote peter in my other stuff (he was such a sweetheart in Heat of the Moment 💜).

This Peter is going to be darker, messy, controlling (maybe a little yandere), rageful, and at the very least, morally gray. I want to portray him as at war with himself about how to be better, considering the departure his life has taken from the TASM canon. We want to root for him, but he will disappoint us many times. And Honey as we learn is not a perfect healthy character. I predict her impulses will lead them into a passionate, strangely functional (and toxic) relationship. Don’t think that these characters or their relationship is what anyone should want for themselves! That’s another reason why I don’t recommend anyone read this that isn’t over 18, or is triggered by emotional abuse and toxic relationships— everyone needs to prioritize their mental health first!

I read mob fics and I enjoy them mostly, but sometimes the main character ends up being so sweet that you’d be surprised he’s the leader of a criminal organization, or he’s so evil he’s the devil incarnate. No room for gray areas. So I definitely want to do something different, but also try to write reasons to justify those actions.

I’m not totally sure where this story is going to take me! I’m trying something new where I’m not hyper-focused on how this will end, just writing in a flow. But I am a fan of happy endings, so hopefully it’ll be worth it in the end!

Thank you for your thoughtful message! As always I love hearing from you 💜

#🌌.txt #💬 sugar and vice #yandere!peter parker #dark peter parker #mob peter parker #mafia au #mob au #peter parker mob au #dark!peter x reader

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el-hawthorne · 2 years

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[19.50]

Pairings : Yandere!Beomgyu x Reader

Genre : Yandere AU, Dark Romance (?), Psychological

Rate : 16+

Words : 1,7k

Warning : haven't proofread, the possibility of grammatical error and typos, mentions of blood, trigerred content (?), the characters in real life are nothing the characters in this fic, suggestive, Beomgyu is a violent/sadistic yandere.

The continuation from this part

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"Y/n, I'm home."

You snapped your head at the voice which came from the door. It was him. You knew that even before he called your name. There was no one would come at this place other than him. Choi Beomgyu itself.

Stood up, you walked towards him. He looked tired. Of course his job made him used almost all of his energy. But the second he saw your face and how you warmly embraced him, all of his exhaustion flew away.

The fact that you used his favorite soap and shampoo that made you smell like him made Beomgyu crazy. Even though it's been a year since he made you lived with him at this place, he still like to sniff at the crook of your neck and left some kisses on your neck everytime you hugged him.

"I miss you," he whispered through your ears softly before he cupped your face carefully and left a soft kiss on your lips.

You didn't reject his kiss nor kissed him back. Just let him did what he wanted. And he chuckled after that.

"You still don't know how to kiss, do you? Though I already taught you many times how to kiss," he snickered at you before his hand caressed your cheeks softly, "but it's okay, I can teach you and that makes me want to kiss you again."

He pecked your lips before he left you to the bedroom. Now he wanted to clean himself before dinner with you. He wanted to take his time, since he had forever to spend with you by his side.

Just like Beomgyu expected, you cooked his favorite meal. He couldn't help but fell deeper for you.

"Thanks for the meal, dear. I love it," he said with so much affection in his eyes when he talked to you. He meant it, and yku knew that.

"Dear? I will wait for you in the bedroom, yeah?" he said before patted your head and left you alone in the kitchen.

Beomgyu couldn't help but smile when he walked to his bedroom. It's been 4 months since you gave up your old life and he freed you from the basement and your torture. Now that you became obedient for him and did try anything to runaway from him, he could love you freely and treated you as his dearest.

For 4 months, everything became habits to you.

In the morning, you would wake up beside Beomgyu and cuddled for some minutes before Beomgyu finally woke up because he had to go to his workplace. Then you would make him breakfast, sat on his lap while feeding him, then tied his tie, and he kissed you passionately before he went to his workplace.

If he was busy enough, he would let you passed. But if not and he seemed that he couldn't control his needs, he might want you to have some quickies.

Then at night? Everytime he came home, you hugged him, let him kissed you. You always prepared his favorite meals for dinner, then let him to have you for every single night.

"You already done washing the dishes?" Beomgyu saw you through his glasses while working with his laptop. But now since you already done with your obligations, he closed his laptop and smiled at you. He finally had you all for for him.

"Come here, dear," he patted his lap, and you did what he said.

"Take out my glasses."

You took his glasses and placed it on the table. And when you faced him again, his lips already smashed yours. He was a great kisser and you couldn't help but to close your eyes every time he kissed you passionately.

"Let me show you how much I love you," he mumbled before the positions of both of you changed. You were under him and Beomgyu who was on top of you, took off his clothes.

He showed you how big and toned his body in front of you. Just like the previous nights. Beomgyu wanted you to remember that the only man who could have all of you was only him.

He pecked your lips, then down to your neck. Sometimes he chuckled when you squirmed a lot a under him. It gave him so much pride, knowing the only man who can affects you like this was only him.

"You know, dear? I met a man who used to have a crush on you. What was his name? Ah, Park Jay. I remember him too because you used to have a crush on him too before," he said as he unbuttoned your pajamas and gave you butterfly kisses on your collarbone and added some marks he left you even though the marks he left yesterday still visible.

"He became friend with me today, and I get it that he still couldn't forget you even though you were already missing for a year. He said, he missed you so much to the point you always haunted him in his dream," he chuckled as he kissed you down on your stomach.

"Too bad, he could only have you in his dream while here I am that I could have you all night and every time I wanted you. Life is unfair, right?"

After Beomgyu was done with you that night, both of you were exhausted to the point Beomgyu had to carry you to the bathroom and got you cleaned up before he dressed you in your pajamas again.

You saw another marks Beomgyu left you tonight, as if yesterday night was still didn't satisfy him. Since Beomgyu still taking shower, you took a knife from the drawer. The same knife he used to write his name on your skin.

You sliced your wrist using that knife and hid it under the blanket. You were sure he wouldn't notice it until tomorrow that you were already dead.

Ha! He thought that you loved him?

After the humiliation you received when he locked you on the basement?

"You're nothing without me!"

"What? You thought you were that worth it? If you were that worth it, your family and your friends wluld have already found you here."

"But what? They seemed unbothered that you were missing."

"You saw this? This is people you used to call 'friends' who have their time to have fun on their vacation, three days after you went missing."

"Your family? They say to the insurance company that you were already dead, so that they can claim the money and use it to pay your siblings education, and of course to having fun with their cheating partners."

"You were unimportant to them, so why are you crying when you know the truth now?"

He thought you loved him after he tortured you? He loved seeing blood from your skin every time he punished you. He loved to break your bones every time you made him pissed at you. And he loved to leave you alone in the basement, starved you and you couldn't go the bathroom either for your needs.

"What are you doing here, dear? Tck gross, why are you peeing here? You know that you're not an animal right?" he said before he smirked at you.

And then to the point, he made you lose your voice. He tortured you to the point you were traumatized and couldn't talk until now.

And then what? You almost gave up. You were almost crazy to the point that finally Beomgyu could have you all for himself now.

That time, yes you almost became his in this sick and mad love story. But then you saw your old phone. You saw your friends crazily text you, how worried they were for you.

And there is one person. Your classmate, the class president you used to have crush since you were on your first grade in high school. Park Jay. He always left you messages until now.

From : Jay

Where are you? We are worried since you didn't show up yesterday. I thought I already dropped you off in front of your house?

From : Jay

Y/n, I know it's been 5 months since you were missing. But I still have faith that you were still alive, right? I see you in my dream, and you were crying, asking for help. It drive me crazy that it was only in my dream and I couldn't do anything to save you. Your friends miss you. You father became more sick than before since you were gone missing. And brother said that your mother situation didn't gkod either because now she was always lying in bed, crying your name as she tightly hugged your picture frame. And I miss you too.

There is his latest messages. He sent it at the same day you found your old phone, you thought he sent it right after he woke up. Because he sent it right at 4.20 a.m.

From : Jay

I don't know. So many things were changed, except me. More days I've been through, you were still there, in my head. I still miss you, you know?

After you saw all of the evidence, you placed your old phone where you found it. Since that day, you determined to take revenge on him.

And now is the time.

You smiled. You knew how to take the best revenge. It was to kill yourself when he fell in love more in the deepest state with you.

He snatched everything precious from you. And now it was time for you to snatched what's precious for him. His love, his dear, and that refers to you.

As Beongyu came out from the bathroom, he saw your already sleeping state. Or so he thought as he didn't notice how pale your face due to the light that he already turned off.

He climbed the bed and hugged your waist, "Good night love."

What he didn't know was, that would be his last time he spent with you before he woke up tomorrow and found out that your soul weren't his anymore but belong to the death instead.

- End

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