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blackvortex · 10 months

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Lovesick

— 🧸 Pairing: Lee Taeyong x (F) Reader

— 🧸 Themes: sadistyandere!taeyong, yangire!taeyong, soloartist!taeyong, !fangirlreader

— 🧸 Warning: mentions of death, blood, extreme gore, manipulation, toxic love, stalking, abduction, mental health, etc.

— 🧸 Summary: Lee Taeyong, A very well-known solo artist in his country has a dirty little secret. What was once a longing desire has now reached reality, It was the desire of Inflicting pain and torturing his fans to create all of his musical masterpiece, admiring the faint screams of his name coming from their mouths and enjoying the sheer pain they are suffering from in the hands of himself. Yet, he still had one desire to fulfill, the desire of having you all to himself.

A/N: The themes are altered to match the story. I apologize for the very very very very long wait, feel free to share your suggestions with me regarding about the fic! 'Lovesick' is also available on Wattpad! (wattpad: blackvortexwastaken)

CHAPTER 1: THE ORIGIN

The mysterious origins of the extraordinary luminary, Lee Taeyong, remain veiled in obscurity, as he has steadfastly chosen to withhold any details about his lineage or ancestral heritage, even when prompted by others.

Without a doubt, Taeyong's inclination to safeguard the privacy of his personal life is palpable. However, he does unveil a remarkable facet of his journey, disclosing that prior to embarking on his transformative path as a K-pop trainee, he honed his skills as a talented bartender, achieving mastery in the art of mixology.

After securing a position as a bartender, a newfound fervor surged within Taeyong, igniting an unwavering passion for the realm of idolhood. With relentless determination, he embarked on a quest for knowledge, fully immersing himself in the captivating world of K-pop idol shows. His sole objective was to absorb, analyze, and emulate the most accomplished soloists and adored group members. Diligently, he dissected their captivating presence, studiously examined their graceful movements, and scrutinized every aspect of their performances, leaving no characteristic of a transcendent superstar idol unexplored. Motivated by an indomitable desire to establish himself as an unrivaled idol capable of capturing the world's collective attention, Taeyong pursued his aspirations with unwavering dedication.

Taeyong's effortless triumph during the auditions effortlessly caught the attention of various companies, each fervently pursuing him. However, Taeyong, aware of the tempting offers from other entertainment entities, made a wise decision to join the prestigious SM Entertainment. This choice was influenced by SM Entertainment's esteemed reputation, not only in South Korea but also across the global K-pop landscape. Paired with his remarkable talents, cultivated through unwavering commitment, it was no surprise that his video showcasing his skills as a K-pop trainee rapidly spread, captivating the world's gaze.

Undeniably, Taeyong swiftly ascended to the status of SM Entertainment's favored artist, even prior to his official debut. His soaring popularity led to a plethora of privileges bestowed upon him, surpassing those granted to any other idol within the esteemed establishment at a similar stage of their career. Taeyong received an abundance of guaranteed projects, meticulously tailored to further enhance his renown. Moreover, he was offered the opportunity to debut as a member of SM Entertainment's new boy group, "NCT," obtaining the coveted roles of visual, main rapper, and main dancer. In addition, his journey encompassed a solo debut, amplifying his artistic prowess and individuality.

Upon making his debut as a member of NCT 127, the enigmatic and captivating idol, Lee Taeyong, swiftly became the center of attention. In an instant, his schedule grew exponentially busier, and his name began circulating across various social media platforms, articles, and throughout the vast landscape of the K-pop community. With his alluring beauty and irresistible charm, Taeyong became a prime target for modeling agencies, continuously receiving offers due to his undeniable appeal. Every camera lens and gaze seemed to be fixated upon this exceptional idol, as if the world momentarily paused to revel in his presence. It was indisputable that he held an unparalleled sway over the collective consciousness at that particular moment. Unquestionably, Taeyong reveled in the adoration and eagerly sought every ounce of attention that came his way as time progressed. It became increasingly apparent that he was destined for the stage, a natural-born superstar who is destined to be under the spotlight.

However, akin to many other idols in the expansive world of K-pop, the initial euphoria surrounding Taeyong's debut eventually subsided, leaving behind a sense of disenchantment. It appeared as though his grand entrance had not yielded the remarkable impact that was anticipated. Consequently, the prospect of Taeyong debuting as a soloist, along with his other promotional projects, was regrettably withdrawn by the company, citing a perceived decline in public interest.

Naturally, Taeyong found himself dissatisfied with this turn of events. He steadfastly refused to settle for anything less than what he believed he deserved. While there were still loyal fans who wholeheartedly supported him, he is yearning for greater fame and attention surpassed the fame he had attained during his debut. He craved more, an insatiable desire that led him to contemplate drastic measures, even if it meant sabotaging his fellow group members, all in pursuit of securing the coveted spotlight he so fervently desired.

Despite Taeyong's downfall, he maintained an outward facade, emulating a charm that had long been overshadowed by resentment. He diligently worked with his bandmates, flawlessly recording their latest album, "2 BADDIES," never missing a beat. Following a lengthy lunch break, he returned to the studio only to be met with the gift of fate. The pungent smell of burning wires filled the air, setting off alarm bells in his mind. Hastily, he made his way to the control room, only to find the doorway blocked by the recording equipment. On the other side, his bandmates pounded on the door, their desperate cries mingling with the crackling of flames.

Taeyong called out to them, rushing towards the fallen equipment, instinctively reaching out to save his fellow members, only to abruptly freeze. In that moment, he found himself transfixed. Each breath became a conscious, deliberate act, demanding his full attention, while the distant cries grew faint until they were scarcely audible. Slowly, he stepped back, his realization dawning upon him. They were screaming his name as the flames consumed them. Their desperate pleas echoed in his ears, "Taeyong!" "Lee Taeyong!" "Taeyong!" It was a hauntingly beautiful sound, etching itself into his soul. When the fire fighters finally arrived, his tears flowed freely.

His tears continued to flow unabated, but alongside the sorrow, an unsettling sense of satisfaction began to seep into Taeyong's being. The haunting cries that reverberated with his name brought an unexpected thrill, sending shivers down his spine. Each agonized scream became a twisted symphony in his mind, a perverse melody that he savored with perverse delight. As the echoes of their screams repeated in his thoughts, a morbid idea took hold of him. The notion that he had successfully orchestrated the downfall of his bandmates to create a gaping void for his own fame not only intoxicated him but also sparked a disturbing inspiration within him. It ignited a desire to infuse his music with elements of violence and darkness

CHAPTER 2: TRAGIC TURN OF EVENTS

The tragic news of the untimely demise of nine members from the beloved boy band group NCT 127 reverberated with an unprecedented swiftness. The devastating information spread across the vast expanse of the internet, permeating news outlets and inundating various social media platforms. The collective mourning and outpouring of heartfelt condolences enveloped the entire community, extending solace to the grieving family members and loved ones of the victims. Among the somber aftermath, one member stood as the lone survivor, bearing the weight of unimaginable loss.

As a relatively new fan of NCT, the impact of this harrowing news weighed heavily upon you. Despite just your recent liking of the group, the magnitude of the tragedy stirred within you a profound sense of sadness. Compelled to express your emotions, you sought solace in online forums, joining others in grieving and sharing your condolences during this somber period.

Amidst the overwhelming sorrow, a deep concern for the sole surviving member of the group, Lee Taeyong, gripped your thoughts. You contemplated the immense burden he must be shouldering in the wake of such a tragic event. Driven by a genuine empathy, you tirelessly sought ways to reach out to him online, yearning to offer solace and comfort during this trying time. Utilizing the Bubble app, to which you subscribed, you composed a heartfelt message for Taeyong, hoping to provide a source of support and understanding amid the aftermath of these unfathomable events.

“Taeyong, I am sending my deepest condolences towards you and those who were also affected by this horrid news. I hope you are holding up well and eating a lot, please still take care of yourself and I want to let you know that we are all supporting you and whatever it is that you decide on doing now, we will wholeheartedly support you no matter what. <3”

Sent, 14:34

As the memories of that tragic event resurfaced, it felt as though time had both stood still and raced forward, for it had already been three years since the devastating incident unfolded. The nightmare that had gripped the K-pop community during that period continued to cast its shadow even to this day, a somber reminder of the fragility of life. How you wished it were all a dream, a cruel illusion that could be banished with a simple awakening.

Sighing, you pushed these heavy thoughts aside, diverting your attention to your present reality. You focused on your full-time job as a waitress at a local café, located in close proximity to your residence. As the closing hours approached, you bid farewell to the last customers of the day, offering them warm smiles and well wishes as they departed from Vortex Café. Taking a deep breath, you swiftly embarked on the task of tidying and cleaning the café, eager to complete your responsibilities for the evening.

On your way home, you eagerly reached for your phone in your bag, looking to find any updates regarding Taeyong. Following the tragic event, he had taken a hiatus from the spotlight during those past three years. However, the recent announcement by SM Entertainment declaring Lee Taeyong's official debut as a soloist sent shockwaves of excitement through the internet. The anticipation among fans was palpable, as they rejoiced at the prospect of Taeyong returning to what he was destined to do.

This news brought a sense of joy and relief to you, as you had been diligently saving up to meet him. Being a relatively new fan who joined the fandom shortly after the tragic accident, you had not yet had the opportunity to see the renowned Lee Taeyong in person. The prospect of finally witnessing his presence and experiencing his artistry firsthand filled you with anticipation. Taeyong had become an influential figure in your eyes, and your love for his work was unwavering

CHAPTER 3: MUSICAL MASTERPIECE

A year into his hiatus, Taeyong immersed himself in solitude, utilizing the time to introspect and meticulously plan his upcoming musical endeavors. As he delved into the depths of his creative mind, haunting echoes of the horrified screams from his band members during the fire accident resurfaced with unsettling clarity. The memories lingered, evoking a sinister desire within him. He craved more of those desperate cries, yearning to hear his name chanted in fear once again. The twisted obsession grew, driving him to plot his next move and identify a potential victim to serve as a vessel for his violent ideas. His newfound fixation centered around incorporating these horrified screams into his music, creating an amalgamation of darkness and artistry that blurred the boundaries of conventional expression.

As Taeyong sought solace in his artistic endeavors, he sought refuge in a remote and abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Its desolation ensured that his forthcoming musical masterpiece, with its unsettling undertones, would remain concealed from prying ears. With meticulous preparation completed, the time had finally arrived for Taeyong to embark on his daring experiment: the fusion of violence and music.

His first target was a persistent sasaeng fan, an individual who had relentlessly pursued him during his hiatus. Acutely aware of this unwelcome presence, Taeyong bided his time, waiting for the opportune moment to take action. Positioned on a bench in a park near his residence, he remained vigilant, keenly observing the sasaeng fan stationed just outside the park, near a bustling bus stop. Clutching a camera adorned with a shoulder strap, the fan deliberately angled it towards Taeyong, capturing his every move. The clarity of her intent was unmistakable, as she persisted despite the passage of numerous buses.

Taeyong stifled a quiet chuckle as he moved leisurely towards his unsuspecting target. "How long are you willing to stay here?" Taeyong's hushed words brushed against her ear. Startled by his sudden presence, the sasaeng leaped in surprise. She gazed intently at the idol before her, struggling to collect herself after the unexpected encounter. "Um... You..." The sasaeng stammered, still shaken by his abrupt approach. "What's the matter? Why are you so taken aback? Did you really believe I wouldn't notice you from a distance?" Taeyong's smile widened as he gradually closed the gap between them. "Would you prefer a change of location? You must be pretty hungry for staying there for too long.” Taeyong continued.

The sasaeng stood motionless in her position, her mind racing with the countless advantages she could reap from this very encounter. If the conversation went smoothly, she might find herself alone with the idol, a cherished fantasy she had nurtured for an extensive duration after years of relentless following.

It was almost as if Taeyong possessed an enchanting aura that bewitched anyone fortunate enough to cross his path. The prospect of accumulating wealth through obtaining his personal information and, perhaps, even acquiring one of his personal possessions tantalized her thoughts. Moreover, an even more gratifying outcome came to her thought, as it could potentially pave the way for further interactions on various occasions with the idol.

As her reverie abruptly dissolved, she found herself transfixed on Taeyong, who had already closed the distance and now stood mere inches away from her presence. Her heart pounded fervently within her chest, its rhythm resounding in her ears, as the sight of the idol before her intensified her emotions. With trepidation, yet undeniable eagerness, she mustered the words, "I would be thrilled to accompany you." A smirk played upon Taeyong's lips, hinting at the burgeoning desires that simmered within him, growing steadily stronger.

Taeyong graciously escorted the sasaeng to his vehicle, courteously opening the passenger-side door for her before proceeding to settle himself in the driver's seat. However, as the car journey commenced, an unsettling turn of events unfolded. Taeyong surreptitiously secured the doors, evoking a sense of entrapment. Suddenly, he swiftly covered the sasaeng's mouth with a handkerchief that had been tampered with a mysterious substance, inducing a gradual descent into unconsciousness.

As her vision dimmed and the world faded into obscurity, the sasaeng valiantly struggled to remove the cloth, her diminishing willpower waning. A haunting image imprinted upon her consciousness: Taeyong's unsettlingly luminous smile, hinting at enigmatic intentions.

Gradually, the sasaeng's consciousness returned, and a surge of anxiety coursed through her as her eyes flinched open, met with a dazzling array of bright lighting equipment aimed directly in her direction. As her awareness fully rekindled, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings, discovering herself ensconced amidst an array of recording equipment. To her dismay, she realized her limbs were securely bound to the chair she occupied, prompting a sense of urgency to escape her precarious predicament.

Just as she mustered the courage to make a frenzied attempt at freedom, her gaze caught sight of Taeyong's silhouette gracefully emerging from a distant hallway. Time seemed to momentarily halt as her gaze fixated on his approach, harboring uncertainty about his intentions and the imminent encounter that awaited her

CHAPTER 4: PLEASED TO MEET YOU

A smile adorned your face as you observed Taeyong's captivating presence on your phone screen. He just released his first music video after 3 years. His charm radiated brightly, surpassing any previous glow, even through the digital realm. However, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in his musical style and vibe compared to his time as a member of NCT 127. The current manifestation exuded a darker, more edgy aura.

As the melodic strains resonated, a peculiar addition caught your attention—a backdrop of distant screams harmonizing with the song. Surprisingly, rather than disturbing the experience, these eerie echoes blended seamlessly, enhancing the authenticity of the artistic vision. In fact, you found yourself personally drawn to Taeyong's newfound musical direction, appreciating the boldness and allure it exuded. Thus, you took a moment to express your approval by leaving a like under the video, acknowledging the captivating journey he had embarked upon.

And just as with many other K-pop idols, Taeyong embarked on tours, captivating fans both near and far with his awe-inspiring performances. His popularity soared to new heights after the release of his first full solo album, propelling him to become the center of widespread attention and admiration once more.

After hustling in you full-time job as a waitress, you secured a coveted VIP meet-up reservation with Taeyong following the announcement of his world tour. Being among the first to secure a spot was a stroke of luck, as the demand was immense, evident from the fact that all available slots were swiftly sold out. Taeyong's impact on the world had undeniably reached staggering proportions during this time.

Now, in the present moment, you find yourself in a taxi en route to the restaurant. However, a tide of uncertainty washes over you, causing a flicker of doubt to emerge. Despite your physical preparedness, a sense of apprehension clouds your mind. Taeyong's overwhelming success, remarkable handsomeness, and unparalleled talent have left you feeling somewhat intimidated. The prospect of meeting him suddenly renders you shy and hesitant to attend.

"Ma'am, we have arrived at your destination," the cab driver announces, interrupting your thoughts. Snapping back to reality, you express your gratitude with a soft smile directed at the driver, promptly offering a tip before stepping out of the vehicle.

Tentatively, you made your way into the restaurant, your lingering shyness still present from your contemplations. As you entered, a poised waitress gracefully approached you, her steps purposeful and her presence welcoming.

“Good afternoon, madam. Are you reserving a table?" inquired the waitress, her professional demeanor graced by a warm smile. "Ah, no, I'm here for a VIP meet-up with Taeyong," you replied, reciprocating her smile. Sensing the purpose of your visit, she requested your name, opening a journal awaiting your response. "Y/F/N," you promptly provided. The waitress scanned the pages, seeking your name among the entries. "Ah, Ms. Y/L/N! Welcome to the Vortex Lounge. Please follow me," she cordially invited, guiding you towards the VIP room.

As the waitress led the way, your mind couldn't help but wander, pondering the choice of a restaurant for this meet-and-greet event with Taeyong. Unlike other idols who typically only have a brief encounter with fans, this setting felt more akin to a romantic rendezvous than a traditional idol-to-fan gathering. The notion of a private date with the esteemed Lee Taeyong briefly flattered your imagination, although you remained acutely aware of its unlikelihood. Snapping out of your delusions, you refocused as the waitress halted in front of the VIP room.

"Enjoy your stay. Please refer to the order button on the table if you require anything," the waitress informed you, graciously opening the door. Expressing your gratitude, you bid your farewell to the waitress and stepped into the room, sensing the door gently closing behind you.

An inaudible gasp escaped your lips as your gaze fell upon the solitary figure of Taeyong seated at the table, his eyes fixed upon you as though he had eagerly awaited your arrival for an eternity.

Taeyong gracefully rose from his seat, extending a kind gesture as he pulled out a chair for you. "Please, have a seat," he invited, his smile exuding warmth and hospitality. Grateful for his courtesy, you settled into the chair, feeling a mixture of disbelief and elation as Taeyong resumed his place across from you. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N. My name is Lee Taeyong," he introduced himself, his words laced with sincerity.

The reality of Taeyong's presence before you, no longer confined to a phone screen, seemed almost surreal. His physical allure surpassed even your wildest expectations, leaving you awestruck and feeling as if you were living a dream come true. It was as though your eyes were playing tricks on you, unable to fully grasp the extraordinary moment unfolding.

"Likewise, my name is Y/N," you managed to utter, your flustered state growing more apparent with each passing second. Taeyong responded with a gentle smile, attempting to alleviate your nervousness. "Please don't be anxious. I'm just like any other person, really," he reassured you, his politeness shining through. "Feel free to order anything you desire; it's my treat," he graciously continued.

The extraordinary level of fan service offered by Taeyong made you wonder if all the VIP holders were being treated to the same extent. This elevated experience surpassed all expectations, and you couldn't help but feel immensely fortunate to be among the privileged few granted such a remarkable opportunity.

You carefully perused the menu, deliberating over your choice. "A Carbonara will do," you finally decided, sharing your selection with Taeyong. His smile grew wider as he promptly pressed the button to place your order. Soon after, a waiter entered the VIP room to take Taeyong's order, greeting you both with a warm smile. "What can I get you today?" the waiter inquired. Taeyong responded graciously, "Just one serving of Carbonara for this beautiful woman, please." The waiter jotted down Taeyong's order before expressing their intention to bring it promptly. With the waiter's exit, Taeyong's gaze fixated on you once again.

Taeyong's compliment had left you completely flustered; his description of you as beautiful caught you off guard, rendering you momentarily speechless. Frozen in place, you struggled to find an appropriate response, your cheeks tinted with a deep blush. Sensing your flustered state, Taeyong chuckled softly, his amusement evident. Seeking to redirect the conversation and regain your composure, you changed the topic.

"Taeyong... We greatly appreciate your unwavering dedication, particularly in light of the challenges you've faced, including the accident. How are you holding up?" you inquired, earnestly seeking his perspective. Taeyong's expression softened as he responded, weaving a fabricated tale of personal struggle and trauma stemming from the incident. He wiped away his tears, emphasizing the profound impact of his bandmates' tragic passing and how it had left him grappling with profound emotional scars. In reality, he was deceiving you, his mind replaying the haunting screams of his bandmates as they met their agonizing fate.

Filled with remorse for broaching such a sensitive topic, you sincerely apologized to Taeyong, expressing your concern in a gentle tone. The weight of your words weighed heavily on your conscience, and in an effort to alleviate some of the discomfort, you swiftly reached into your bag, retrieving a handcrafted gift. With a warm smile, you extended it towards him, presenting a meticulously made jar adorned with an array of motivational letters nestled within.

"I hope this gift brings you solace during challenging times. Please accept it as a token of my support," you offered, your smile conveying genuine care and empathy. Taeyong's countenance softened further as he reciprocated your gesture, accepting the gift graciously.

In that moment, Taeyong found you endearing. Though your question had touched upon personal territory, he didn't mind sharing his feelings with you. Moreover, he couldn't help but notice the beauty of your voice, envisioning the possibility of incorporating your screams into his musical compositions. Little did you know, Taeyong had already marked you as his next prey, his twisted mind reveling in the prospect of capturing your terror.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: I apologize for stopping early. I just wanted to see if anyone was still going to read ‘Lovesick’ after I halted the release for 2 years TT feel free to make suggestions for the fic <3

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alecki234 · 1 year

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ღ Confessionღ ❥Valentine's Day

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El collage lo hice yo pero las imágenes no son mías.

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•❥❥❥•Yandere Confession•❥❥❥•

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Estaba esperando a mi amigo, Jared, en la puerta de la escuela, dijo que se había olvidado algo en clase y que lo esperara mientras él iba a recogerlo. Hice caso y me quedé esperando para irnos juntos a nuestras respectivas casas. El problema era que después de un largo tiempo no salía de ahí. Los estudiantes y algunos profesores se habían ido y yo me había quedado sola en la puerta.

Jared es uno de mis mejores amigos, yo lo sé todo de él y él sabe todo de mí. Es alguien en quién puedo confiar. Y no sé que haría sin él. Es todo mi apoyo y siempre me pone como su principal prioridad. Suele ser olvidadizo y un poco torpe pero ya estaba demasiado tiempo esperando y me estaba empezando a preocupar. Vi salir a un niño de allí, pero parecía no ser él.

El niño se acercaba a mí cada vez más hasta estar frente a mí. Y ahora lo pude ver mejor, era un niño de mi clase, no es de los callados pero tampoco de los alborotadores. Nunca lo tuve mucho en cuenta ya que no lo conocía mucho. Sé que se le daban bien los idiomas y no era muy bueno en matemáticas. Sabía que se llamaba Allen pero además de eso, no sabía nada de él. Nunca nos hablamos realmente y las pocas veces que lo hacíamos era para preguntar la tarea y cosas relacionadas. Escuché que quería ser actor. Pero no sé si era verdad.

━H-hola, te he estado buscando un tiempo. Quería hablar contigo, hoy es San Valentín y por eso yo...━ Miró hacia el suelo, sus mejillas tenían un bonito color rojo y movía el pie nervioso.━ Em... ━Me miró un segundo antes de apartar su cabeza de mí evitando así mi mirada.━¿Aceptarías ser mi San Valentín?━ Las manos que tenía en su espalda ahora estaban delante de él revelando que tenía una carta entre ellas.

Me quedé impactada, ¿Una carta de San Valentín? ¿Para mí? Tenía que ser un sueño. Nunca recibí una y no me esperaba hoy sería el día en el que alguien tuviera sentimientos por mí. Dejé de pensar tanto cuando el chico me miraba con nerviosismo, cosa que podía entender. Agarré la carta de sus manos la abrí y la leí.

<<Feliz día de San Valentín, hoy quiero que te olvides de todo lo que te rodea y solo te centres en mí y en nuestro amor. Me harías muy feliz si aceptases ser mi novia y por ende, mi amor. Gracias por hacer mis días mas felices, te amo.>>

Me sorprendió la carta, era lo más romántico que nunca me habían dicho. Creí que era una broma pero nadie sería tan cruel para hacer esto. Además el chico parecía que de verdad estaba nervioso y la carta expresaba amor de verdad. Me quedé sin palabras, el chico se comenzó a impacientar y habló antes que yo.

━¿Te gusta? S-sé que no es muy larga, pero sabía que si escribía más no pararía de escribir sobre ti y al final haría muchas cartas. Esto es muy repentino para ti, lo sé pero por favor acepta mi confesión.━ Me miró, impaciente. Sabía que tenía que contestarle, no podía huir de su confesión.

━Estoy muy agradecida de que tengas sentimientos por mí y me siento alagada. ━Su sonrisa creció por todo su rostro, esperanzado. ━Pero, tengo que rechazar tu confesión. No te conozco mucho y no estoy enamorada de ti. Podríamos conocernos más para ver si esto podría funcionar, eso es todo lo que puedo hacer por ti.━ Su sonrisa cayó, luciendo devastado.

━¿M-me rechazas? No... Es mentira, ¿Verdad?━ Me miró, esperando a que le dijera que era una broma o algo parecido pero solo me quedé en silencio. ━ ¿T-Tú... no me amas? ¿No me amas para nada? ¿Después de todo lo que hice por ti?━¿De qué hablaba? ¿Qué había hecho él por mí?

━Mira, no sé a que te refieres con eso. Pero yo a ti no te conozco, y como entenderás, no salgo con una persona con la cual no siento algo por ella. Repito, podemos conocernos más para ver que pasa entre nosotros dos. Así podríamos congeniar mejor. ━ Intenté razonar con él lo mejor que pude. No quería quedar como una mala persona y sé que duele que te rompan el corazón. Pero no podía aceptar la confesión que era casi un extraño para mí.

━¿No sientes nada por mí? T-Tú... ¿Me odias? ¿No soy suficiente? ¿Quieres que haga algo? ¿No te gusta algo de mí? ¿Te gusta alguien más? ¿Es alguien? ¿Quién es? Contesta, ¡CONTÉSTAME! ━Me agarró del brazo fuertemente y me hacía un poco de daño.

━¡Suéltame! Me estás lastimando. ━Agarré su brazo con mi mano libre e intenté librarme de él. Pero su fuerza era superior a la mía.

━Me vas a amar, ¿Oíste? Lo harás y te gustará.━ Agarró mi otro brazo mientras yo intentaba forcejear para librarme de su agarre.

━¡Ayuda! ¡Qué alguien me ayude!━ Grité por ayuda, pero nadie me ayudaría. La gente se había ido ya.

Me arrastraba más cerca de él. Creí que conseguiría su cometido de que yo acabase en sus brazos pero alguien me tiró con más fuerza alejándome de él.

━No le pongas una mano encima. ━ ¡Era Jared! Vino a salvarme de este loco. Me colocó detrás de él protectoramente para servir como escudo si Allan intentaba algo.

Allen nos miró a los dos con ira. Se llevó las manos a la boca, comiéndose las uñas con nerviosismo y desesperación. Así pasaron unos instantes donde parecía que uno se le iba a saltar al cuello al otro. Pero el chico sólo nos miró antes de irse corriendo en dirección contraria. Una vez que no estuvo en nuestra vista más, Jared se giró para mirarme y verificar si estaba bien. Lo miré preocupada asustada y confusa por lo que acababa de pasar.

━¿Estás bien?━ Asentí, no podía decir si mi voz no tartamudearía si intentaba hablar. ━Vale, escúchame. Si ese loco vuelve u otro como él llámame. No podemos arriesgarnos de que personas como él te hagan daño. Ahora vamos, te acompañaré a casa. ━ Beso mi frente antes de agarrar mi mochila y llevarla él.

Entrelazamos nuestros brazos para que me sintiese más segura. Y así, me acompañó a casa y estuvo un rato conmigo. En caso de que ese loco volviera. Así era mejor, me sentía más segura con él.

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Fue al día siguiente cuando lo volví a ver. Pero esta vez era diferente.

Tenía miedo de volvérmelo a encontrar, así que Jared me acompañó y no separó de mí. Pero tuvo que ir al baño. Me quedé sola un rato esperándolo. En ese corto tiempo escuché voces que se acercaban. Era Allan y lo que parecían ser otras personas. Se estaban acercando al lugar donde estaba. Sin ninguna opción más, decidí esconderme por si volvía a repetir lo de ayer. No quería volver a vivir esa escena. Me escondí recé para que pasasen sin que me pillasen. Mientras más se acercaban más podía escuchar lo que estaban diciendo.

━ ¿En serio?━ Dijo una chica que acompañaba a Allan.

━Sí, fue muy extraño. Jack o Jared o como sea que se llame me dio dinero para actuar como un loco enamorado. Raro, ¿Verdad?━ ¿Qué? Imposible, Jared jamás haría eso.

━ ¿Y aceptaste?━ Preguntó otra chica al otro lado suyo.

━ Chica es dinero, no lo iba a rechazar. Además, siempre voy en busca de retos y hacer a alguien tan loco como me pidió es un logro para mi carrera. ━ Se lo estaba inventado, ¿Verdad? Sólo quiere quedar bien y miente para que no le pillen. Sí, debe ser eso.

━ ¿Carrera de qué? ¿De repartidor? Porque con las notas que llevas... ━ La otra chica soltó una risa. Mientras Allan soltaba un sonido de protesta.

━Lo digo en serio, me dijo que actuase como un yandere. Cuando le pregunté el porqué me contestó que era porque quería comprobar algo. A lo mejor se quería hacer el héroe delante de la persona que le gusta. Ahí ya no me meto yo. Yo sólo quiero el dinero, no me importa nada más.━ Se me heló la sangre al oír que lo confirmaba. ¿Jared hizo todo esto? ¿Por qué? ¿Qué quería comprobar?

Siguieron hablando pero yo no escuché más la conversación cuando estuvieron lejos. Salí de mi escondite todavía sorprendida por el hecho.

━¿Nos vamos? ━Escuché una voz detrás de mí que reconocí como Jared. Me giré y efectivamente era él.

━Sí, está bien. ━ Caminé junto a él en el pasillo. ¿Debería preguntar acerca de lo que oí? ━Sobre lo que ocurrió ayer...━ Me interrumpió antes de que pudiese seguir mi frase.

━Sí, lo sé. Qué rarito. Confesándose de esa manera, es un loco. ¿Quién haría algo así? Y pensar que te pregunto si le gustabas. A nadie le gustaría alguien así. Lo rechazaste ¿verdad? A no ser ¿Qué te gustase? ━ Me miró, esperando mi respuesta.

━No, por supuesto que no ¿A quién le gustaría eso? ━ Dije automáticamente asqueada. ━¿Por qué preguntas?━

━Quería comprobar algo.━ Contestó antes de agarrar mi mano y acompañarme a clases.

Esa era la única respuesta que temía y no quería.

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Se alargó este OS. No iba a ser así este OS pero lo quería extender. Yo sólo lo terminé ahora que es San Valentín, pero comencé a escribirlo en 2020. Pero como no lo terminaba para San Valentín tenía que esperar al siguiente. Al final me puse y lo terminé jajaja. Espero que os haya gustado.

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