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Bittersweet revenge

Part 2

Pairings: dark! Geum seongje x female reader

Summary: As Seongje's carefully constructed dates make you fall for him,the tension with your overprotective brother erupts, proving to Seongje that your home life is the perfect weapon.

Warnings: emotional manipulation, dysfunctional family, overprotective brother, yelling, stalking behaviour. 

The text from Seongje came two days later. It was polite, considerate, perfectly in character for the persona he’d built for you.

Seongje : Hi Y/N. It’s Seongje. Just checking in. Hope you got home alright the other night and everything’s been okay.

You’d stared at the message, a flutter of something warm and unfamiliar in your chest. It was a concern, plain and simple. A commodity so rare in your life that receiving it felt like receiving a precious gem. You’d typed back a reply, assuring him you were fine, thanking him again.

The conversation had continued, light and easy over the next week. He was a masterful texter—attentive, funny in a dry, intellectual way, and always knew when to pull back before he seemed overeager. He never once mentioned the tension in your home, but he’d ask subtle questions that showed he understood. “Is it a quiet night there?” or “Everything calm?”

He was building a world with you, a quiet, safe corner of the universe that existed only in the glow of your phone screen. And you were eagerly, naively, moving in.

The invitation for a proper date came on a Friday afternoon. The air in the house had been thick all day, your father’s mood black and silent even before he’d started drinking. Ji-hun was a live wire, pacing and tense, waiting for the inevitable explosion. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Seongje : There’s a new superhero movie out. Heard it’s good. Would you want to see it today? We could get pizza after.

It was an escape hatch. A chance to step out of the suffocating darkness and into something bright, loud, and normal. You said yes without a second thought. You didn't tell Ji-hun you were leaving. You never did. Telling him meant questions, meant his own stress and worry being projected onto you, meant another thing for him to try and control in a world where he had control over nothing. You simply waited for a moment when both he and your father were in the living room, their attention locked in a silent, hateful standoff, and you slipped out the front door, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Seongje was waiting for you outside the multiplex, looking effortlessly handsome in a simple black sweater and dark jeans, his glasses catching the afternoon sun. He smiled when he saw you, a warm, genuine-looking smile that made the knot of anxiety in your chest loosen just a little.

“You came,” he said, as if he’d half-expected you to stand him up.

“I said I would,” you replied, your voice quieter than you intended.

The movie was loud, full of explosions and quipping heroes. In the dark, surrounded by the smell of popcorn, it was almost possible to forget the house you’d left behind. He sat close enough that you could feel the warmth of his arm next to yours on the shared rest, but not so close that it was presumptuous. It was perfect.

This was all part of the plan. The perfect first date. Normal, fun, generous. He was playing the role of the ideal boyfriend so perfectly he should have won an award. But somewhere between sharing a bucket of popcorn and hearing your soft gasp at a plot twist, a tiny crack appeared in his own armor.

It was your laugh during the funnier moments. It was quieter than he’d expected, a little hesitant, as if you were surprised to be hearing it yourself. But it was utterly genuine. And it was aimed at him.

A strange feeling, warm and uncomfortable, bloomed in his chest. He quickly stamped it down. Innocent. Naive. Ji-hun’s sister. A means to an end. He recited the mantra in his head, rebuilding the walls.

The movie was followed by pizza at a noisy, vibrant arcade. He paid for everything, refusing to let you even look at your wallet. “I invited you,” he said firmly, but kindly. “Please, let me.”

He was surprisingly good at the arcade games, his calm focus making him a natural. You cheered him on as he expertly handled a racing game, and he actually smiled, a real, uncalculated flicker of pride. Then he led you to the claw machine.

“Pick one,” he said, nodding at the sea of plush toys.

“They’re impossible,” you laughed. “It’s a scam.”

“Just pick one,” he insisted, his voice soft.

You pointed at a ridiculous, overly fluffy white dog. He inserted the tokens, his concentration absolute. His hands, usually held with such deliberate stillness, were precise and steady on the joystick. On the third try, the claw dropped, grasped the dog, and carried it perfectly to the chute.

You gasped as he bent down and retrieved it, handing it to you with a slight, almost shy smile. “For you.”

You hugged the soft plushie to your chest, a real, unforced smile spreading across your face. “You’re a claw machine genius.”

“I have hidden talents,” he said, and the way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat.

You found a quieter booth to eat your pizza. You were telling him about something funny, and you tucked your legs up underneath you as you sat in the circular seat. The movement caused the hem of your skirt to ride up slightly on your thigh.

You didn’t notice. But he did.

Seongje’s breath hitched. The sight of your bare skin was… it was supposed to be a conquest. A checkbox on his path to corruption. But the reality was disarming in its simplicity. It wasn’t provocative; it was innocent, an accidental intimacy that felt more vulnerable than any planned seduction.

A faint, unfamiliar heat crept up his neck. He quickly looked away, coughing awkwardly into his fist. Ji-hun’s sister. Revenge. Destroy her. The words echoed in his head, but they felt hollow, distant.

Without overthinking, acting on an impulse that felt entirely separate from his master plan, he reached out. His fingers were careful, almost hesitant, as they brushed against the fabric of your skirt. He gently tugged it down, covering your thigh again, his touch fleeting and oddly respectful.

The moment his fingers made contact, you stopped talking, your eyes widening slightly in surprise. You hadn’t even noticed. He pulled his hand back as if burned, adjusting his glasses, a faint pink tinge visible on his cheeks.

“Sorry,” he muttered, staring intently at his pizza. “It… it was riding up.”

The gesture was so unexpectedly protective, so contrary to the cold calculation he was supposed to embody, that it left you speechless. “Oh. Th-thank you,” you stammered, feeling a blush of your own.

He just nodded, still not looking at you. The air between you had shifted, charged with a new, unspoken tension.

It was then that you felt your phone vibrate incessantly in your pocket. Then again. And again.

The spell was broken.

You pulled it from your pocket to see the screen lit up with missed calls and notifications, all from Ji-hun. The panic was immediate and visceral. The joy of the day evaporated, replaced by the cold dread of reality. You looked at the time; the sun had set. You’d been gone for hours.

Seongje saw the change in your expression instantly. “Everything okay?”

“It’s my brother,” you said, your voice tight with anxiety. “I… I lost track of time. I have to go. I’m so sorry.” You hadn't told him you'd left without a word. The guilt was a sharp stone in your gut.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, his voice calm, anchoring you. The flustered boy from a moment ago was gone, replaced by your protector. “I’ll walk you home. Right now.”

He didn’t complain, didn’t ask questions. He simply gathered your things, including your new plushie, and guided you out of the arcade. The walk home was quiet, your earlier ease replaced by a nervous tension. You held the stuffed dog tightly like a shield.

“He’s just worried about you,” Seongje said softly as you turned onto your street. He was giving your brother the benefit of the doubt, further cementing his role as the understanding, good guy.

You just nodded, unable to explain that Ji-hun’s worry wasn't gentle; it was a frantic, fearful thing that often mirrored the very anger it sought to protect you from.

He walked you all the way to your gate. The house was dark except for the living room light. You could feel the angry energy emanating from within.

“Thank you, Seongje,” you said, meaning it more than he could ever know. “For today. For everything.”

“I had a really good time, Y/N,” he said, and for a split second, you saw something real in his eyes behind the glasses. Something that looked like regret. But it was gone before you could place it. “Get inside safe.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath before turning to open the gate. You heard his footsteps start to retreat down the sidewalk.

You pushed the front door open. The light from the living room spilled into the entryway. Ji-hun was there, silhouetted in the doorway, his phone clenched in his hand.

“Where the hell have you been?” The question wasn’t asked; it was ripped from him, raw and shaking with a fear that instantly curdled into fury.

You jumped, clutching the plushie tighter. “I was out—”

You didn’t get to finish. In two long strides, he was across the room. His hand shot out, his fingers closing around your upper arm. It wasn't a gentle grip. It was tight, bruising, born of pure, unadulterated panic. He yanked you further inside, away from the door.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” he snarled, his face close to yours, his eyes wild. “I’ve been calling you for two hours! I didn’t know if you were dead in a ditch somewhere! Who were you with? What were you doing?”

You winced, trying to pull your arm back, but his grip only tightened. “Ji-hun, you’re hurting me—”

“You don’t get to say that!” he yelled, his voice echoing in the small entryway. “You don’t get to just disappear! God knows what could have happened to you! Do you ever think? Or do you just expect me to always be the one who has to…”

His voice cracked. The anger was a thin veneer over a bottomless well of terror. But all you felt was the painful pressure of his fingers, the familiar sensation of being trapped, of being someone’s problem.

Outside, hidden in the shadows just beyond the gate, Seongje stood perfectly still. He hadn’t left. He’d lingered, wanting to ensure you got in safe, but also… curious. He heard every word. He saw the sharp, aggressive movement through the still-open door. He saw Ji-hun grab you.

A slow, cold smile spread across Seongje’s face, invisible in the darkness. The protective gesture in the arcade, the flicker of regret—it all evaporated, burned away by the satisfying sight before him.

Like father, like son, he thought, the irony exquisite. The beloved, protective brother was just another brute who used his hands to express himself. The pillar of your world was made of rotten wood.

He turned away finally, the sounds of your brother’s frantic yelling fading behind him. The game was even more perfect than he’d imagined. He wasn’t just corrupting innocence; he was going to pluck you from one monster and deliver you straight to another.

And you would thank him for it.

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Bittersweet revenge

Part 1

Parings: dark! Geum seongje x female reader

Summary: To ruin his rival,Geum Seongje targets his one weakness: his innocent sister. He plans to be her perfect protector before becoming her ultimate downfall.

Warnings: stalking, planned revenge, manipulation, dark themes.

Part 2 here

Geum Seongje understood that true revenge was not a blunt instrument. It was a surgical strike. It was architecture. You didn’t just break your enemy; you identified the load-bearing pillar that held up his entire world, and you reduced it to dust. Only then would the entire structure of his life collapse inward, and he would be buried alive in the rubble of his own greatest weakness. It was a slow, meticulous process, and Seongje, with his infinite patience and cold precision, was a master architect of ruin.

For his rival, Ji-hun, that pillar was you.

His discovery was incidental, a piece of intelligence gathered not in the heat of a fight, but in the tense, sterile silence of the principal’s office. They’d been summoned—again—for an incident Seongje had meticulously orchestrated but let Ji-hun, with his glorious, predictable lack of subtlety, take the visible fall for. Ji-hun, a tempest of coiled muscle and impotent rage, sat vibrating beside him. Seongje sat perfectly still, his wire-framed glasses reflecting the pale, sickly fluorescent light, hiding eyes that saw everything.

Ji-hun’s phone, carelessly left face-up on his thigh, lit up with a notification. A photo. It was a girl. You.

Your head was thrown back in unguarded laughter. The sun caught the edges of your hair, creating a soft halo. You were holding a fluffy white dog, your eyes scrunched shut, and you looked like a creature from a different world—a world of warmth and softness, utterly alien to the grim, competitive brutality of their high school. You were innocence personified.

What fascinated Seongje was not the image itself, but Ji-hun’s reaction. The anger drained from his posture. The perpetual, hardened scowl on his face softened into something achingly, stupidly vulnerable. His thumb, a thumb that had been curled into a fist aimed at Seongje’s jaw not an hour before, stroked the screen with a reverence that was almost devotional. He typed a quick reply.

“Don’t wait up. I’ll get dinner. Lock the door.”

The message was fiercely, desperately protective. A command forged in raw worry. His sister, Seongje deduced, the click in his mind as sharp and final as a safety being switched off. Ji-hun, the brute, had a heart. And he had foolishly placed it outside his body, in the care of a smiling girl.

The revelation was the blueprint for total annihilation.

The subsequent stalking was a clinical, daily exercise. Seongje was a ghost in your periphery. He learned the minute details of your routine. Your life was a small, sad orbit around two fixed points: your school and your home—a place he quickly discerned was a house of horrors.

He saw the way your shoulders would tense imperceptibly as you approached the front door. He saw the faded yellow-green bruise on your wrist one Tuesday afternoon, carefully hidden the next day under a stack of colourful woven bracelets. From a distance, he heard the raised, slurred voice of your father crack through the quiet neighbourhood, saw your silhouette flinch behind the thin curtain of your bedroom window.

But his observations began to shift, subtly and against his will. The initial clinical analysis gained a new, unwelcome dimension.

He noticed other things.

He noticed how you’d sometimes stop to watch the stray cats that gathered near the dumpsters behind your apartment complex, a small, sad smile on your face as you left out a scrap of food you’d probably saved from your own lunch.

He noticed the way you’d hum to yourself when you thought you were alone, walking home from school, a soft, tuneless sound that was somehow more captivating than any music.

He noticed the way the late afternoon sun turned your hair into a cascade of light, and how you’d often gaze out of classroom windows with a look of profound loneliness that made something stir uncomfortably in his own chest.

She’s pretty, the thought would intrude, unwelcome and clinical. Pretty in a broken way. Like a vase that’s been glued back together, all the cracks still visible.

He found himself cataloging these details not just as weaknesses to exploit, but as… features. Aesthetics. The lonely slope of your shoulders, the way you bit your lip when concentrating on a problem, the startling clarity of your eyes when you laughed at something on your phone. It was inconvenient. It was a variable he hadn't accounted for.

His goal was to woo you, yes. But wooing was a strategy, a series of calculated actions. This… attraction… was a complication. It was a flicker of empathy for a subject that was supposed to remain just that—a subject. An object of his experiment.

He would shake it off, his face settling back into its customary blankness. She’s Ji-hun’s sister, he’d remind himself, the mantra cold and anchoring. She’s the tool. The weapon. Her prettiness is just a facet of her usefulness. Her loneliness is the key that will unlock her trust.

He learned about your brother’s role. Ji-hun wasn’t just protective; he was a barrier. He was the sole reason, Seongje surmised, that your father’s particular brand of poison hadn’t consumed you completely. Ji-hun was your shield. Your saviour.

And Seongje, the increasingly captivated observer, was going to make you his weapon. He would turn your brother’s greatest act of love into the instrument of his total destruction. The fact that he was beginning to find the weapon itself so strangely beautiful only made the impending victory feel more… intimate.

The planned meeting couldn’t be something as mundane as a clumsy grocery store collision. Your life was already filled with enough accidental violence. His entrance into your world needed to feel like fate. It needed to be a moment where he appeared not as a threat, but as a saviour. He would be the knight, and the dragon he slayed would be one of his own creation.

He chose his stage with care: the dimly lit, narrow street two blocks from your house, the one you always power-walked down, your keys already laced between your fingers. He chose his props: three older boys from a rival technical school, ones he’d subtly agitated with a few well-placed words and a fifty-thousand-won bill. Their job was to scare you. To make you feel the cold, genuine bite of fear, a fear he would then effortlessly dispel.

And he chose his moment: tonight.

He watched from the mouth of a darkened alley as you turned the corner. Right on time. Your head was down, your steps quick and light. The three boys emerged from the shadows ahead, blocking the narrow sidewalk. He saw you freeze, your entire body going rigid. The textbook in your arms was clutched to your chest. He heard the lead boy’s voice, loud and taunting.

“Hey, pretty. What’s the hurry? Lost?”

You took a step back, your breath catching. Your eyes darted toward your house, too far away. Your hand tightened around your keys.

This was his cue.

Seongje emerged from the alley with a calm, purposeful stride, his school jacket making him look authoritative. His voice was low and steady.

“Is there a problem here?”

The three boys turned. They saw him, recognized the calculating coldness in his eyes behind the glasses, and remembered the money. “This doesn’t concern you, four-eyes. Piss off.”

“It concerns me now,” Seongje said, his voice dropping into a menacing register you weren’t meant to fully hear. He took another step forward, placing himself physically slightly between you and them. His entire focus was on the boys. “You’re scaring the young lady. Walk away. Now.”

There was a tense standoff. You stood frozen behind him, your heart hammering. You saw the way the boys’ bravado seemed to falter under his cold, unblinking gaze. After a moment, the lead boy scoffed, muttering a curse before jerking his head for his friends to follow. They slunk away.

The sudden silence was deafening. Your adrenaline was still coursing, making your hands shake. That’s when he turned to you.

His entire demeanour underwent a seamless transformation. The cold menace evaporated, replaced by a look of soft, genuine concern. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a gesture that made him look boyish and vulnerable.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice now gentle. “They didn’t touch you, did they?”

You could only shake your head, words failing you. “N-No. I’m okay. Thank you.” The words came out in a breathless whisper.

He gave you a small, relieved smile. “Thank god. I was just cutting through here on my way home. I’m glad I was in the right place at the right time.” The lie was perfect.

He looked you over, his eyes lingering on your shaking hands. Up close, he could your face looks even more prettier, the slight tremble of your lower lip. Pretty. The thought was an irritant. And frightened. “You’re shaking. Here.” He subtly gestured for you to start walking. “Let me walk you the rest of the way. Just to make sure they don’t decide to come back.”

Every instinct screamed to say no. But the fear was too fresh. And he… he didn’t feel threatening. He felt safe.

“I… live just there,” you said, your voice unsteady. “You really don’t have to.”

“I’d feel better if I did,” he insisted softly. “Please. I’m Seongje, by the way.”

You fell into step beside him. “Y/N,” you offered. “Thank you, Seongje. Really. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t…”

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, cutting you off gently. He walked with his hands in his pockets. He glanced at you. “Do you have to walk this way often? It seems… a bit unsafe for you to be alone.”

“My brother usually meets me,” you confessed. “He… he had something after school today.”

“A good brother,” Seongje remarked, and the comment felt genuine. He was building rapport, establishing trust, all while a part of his brain noted the way the fading sunlight caught in your hair. “The world needs more of those. Someone to look out for you.”

You merely nodded, a familiar guilt twisting in your gut.

You arrived at your gate. The house was dark and silent.

“This is me,” you said, stopping. The fear was gone, replaced by a fluttering nervousness. “Thank you again. I owe you one.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “You don’t owe me anything. Just… be careful, okay?” The advice was earnest, caring.

He made to leave, then turned back as if struck by a sudden thought. “Actually… would it be too forward if I gave you my number? Just… in case your brother ever can’t make it again? I’d rest easier knowing you had a way to call someone if you ever felt… unsafe.”

It was a masterstroke. He was offering his number as protection. A sanctuary.

You hesitated for only a second before nodding, pulling out your phone. You saved it under Seongje .

“Get inside safely, Y/N,” he said, giving you one last, warm smile. Then he turned and walked away.

You unlocked the gate and slipped inside, leaning against the front door, your heart racing. But it wasn’t racing from fear anymore.

Outside, once he was sure you could no longer see him, Seongje stopped. The concerned, gentle expression melted from his face, leaving behind a chilling emptiness. He pulled out his own phone.

A new contact: Y/N.

A slow, cold smile spread across his features. The architect surveyed his first completed stage. He had made his entrance. He had positioned himself as the protector.

The first move was complete. The game was now truly afoot. And as he replayed the image of your wide, grateful eyes in his mind, he felt a thrill that was far more complex than the simple anticipation of revenge. It was the thrill of the hunter who has finally cornered his prey, and found it more beautiful than he ever could have imagined.

[♡]

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I spent hours writing 3 parts of seongje series. My obsession with him is clearly unhealthy. Yeah. I just need to do some editing then I'll upload those 3 parts👀..

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Helloooo can you please do a series or long one shot about Geum Seonje where he woos a girl bc he has beef with her brother and wanted revenge so he gets her to fall for him and takes her virginity then insults her afterwards and tells her that now he's even with her brother and some cruel things then he finds out she's pregnant (like 3-4 months later) and her father is abusive af so he hits her and kicks her out but Geum seonje takes her in and she's like extremely pissed at him and slaps him but still she knows she needs his help with the baby and bc she has no place to live and you can do the rest LMAO make him dark and mean but still with a soft spot for her and the baby plssss love uuuu

Idea so goated I'm already half way done with part1😭. Omg some of you are really creative with ideas. I've decided to turn this request into series. I've not written a series before, so my series won't be having many parts, only 5 to 6 parts. Btw can you guys handle angst because I'm sure there would be a lot in this one🤧. I love u anonie🤍

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Your fic are so good I keep returning to read them

Ahh thank you so much 😭that means the world to me! I’m so glad you enjoy rereading them 🤍

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hii, can I request an incel/misogynist geum seongje fic? I think he’d have a high sex drive bc of how addicted he is to adrenaline, so he and reader have sex practically everyday. he begins seeing that as her purpose and always points out that it’s all she’s good for, etc.

Just uploaded it. Hope you like it!🤍

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His property

Parings: dark! Geum seongje x female reader

Warnings: noncon, incel themes, unwanted relationship, jealousy, humiliation, belt whipping, slapping, choking, obsessive behaviour, unprotected sex, creampie, forced pregnancy.

Summary: Geum seongje doesn't ask. He takes.

Requested by anon

Taglist: @mirwors

The first thing geum seongje noticed about you was your carelessness.

It was a fleeting observation in the crowded school hallway. Your uniform skirt had ridden up slightly at the back, revealing the silver of skin above your knee-high socks. You were laughing with a friend, completely oblivious, not even noticing the way his cold, calculating eyes behind his glasses tracked the movement, how his gaze lingered.

‘So dumb.’he thought, a curl of disdain on his lip. ‘So easy, she doesn't even have the basic awareness to protect herself.’

The idea was a spark that quickly caught fire in his twisted mind. You were pretty enough, vacant enough. The perfect toy. He decided then and there that you would be his.

His approach was a masterclass in manipulation. He played the part of aloof, slightly mysterious transfer student. He found excuses to be near you, offering clumsy, backhanded compliments that you mistook for shyness. He made you feel special, chosen, the only one he'd bother talking to.

“My parents are never home.”He said one day, adjusting his glasses, a gesture meant to look nervous but was purely calculated.” The house is quiet. We could…study there. Better than the library.”

You, naive and flattered by the attention of someone so intense and handsome, agreed. You followed him to his apartment, clean space that held the faint metallic sent of adrenaline and sweat, not books.

There was no studying.

He backed you against the front door the moment it clicked shut, his body caging yours. His first kiss was deceptively soft, almost gentle, a predator luring it's prey into a false sense of security. His hands were careful as he undressed you, mapping your body with curiosity that made you shiver. His large hands roaming around your body gently.

But the patience of a fighter is a thin veil. The moment he had you barely and vulnerable beneath him on his bed, it shredded. 

“Wait–seongje–slow down!” you protested, a flicker of fear finally igniting as his touch turned from exploration to possession.

“Why?”he murmured, his voice low, but his hands were rough,pinning your wrists above your head. “Isn't that what you came for? You followed a guy you barely know to his apartment. You knew what this was.” The hatred dripped from his words,  slick and poisonous. “This is all you're good for anyway. Stop pretending otherwise.”

He didn’t wait for your reply. He sheathed himself inside you in one brutal thrust, tearing a choked cry from your throat. Your pain and protest meant nothing to him, they were just background noise to his own gratification. 

“So tight.”He grunted, his hips setting a punishing rhythm. “Such a pretty, dumb, little hole. Made one this, only for this.”

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And so it became your routine. Your purpose. He has a fighter's high sex drive, an addiction to adrenaline that needed a physical release only your body could provide. He'd text you a location–a time–a command. My place. After school. Be there. He never waited for a reply. You were expected to obey.

You grew to hate it. The roughness that left you sore for days. The degrading comments he'd whispered and snarled into your skin ‘you take me so well, you filthy slut.’ ‘This cunt is the only smart thing about you.’ ‘come for me, I own you.’

The worst was when he saw you laughing with a male classmate about a group project. That night his possession was violent.

“Why were you laughing with him?” He snarled, his thrust so hard the bedframe slammed against the wall.” You never laugh like that with me. You his slut,now? Huh?” he punctuated each word with a snap of his hips, his hands leaving bruises on your thighs. “I'll ruin you for anyone else. You think anyone would want used good like you?”

You tried to dissociate, to let you mind drift away while your body endured. But he tightly gripped your chin to make you look at him. Without his glasses, his eyes are even more terrifying. “Look at me, when I'm cum inside of you. You like it. You whore.” You whimpered when his cock hit your cervix. Then ropes of hot sticky cum hit your walls. He keeps himself buried inside you, making sure his cum stays inside you.

But today, you decided to be brave. The text came as usual. My place. Now. You read it. You left it on read. You went home instead. 

Seongje was buzzing from a fight, his knuckles raw and bleeding. The adrenaline was singning in his veins and all he could think about was burying himself into your warmth, using your body to come down from the high. But you weren't there.

He called. Once. Twice. Five times. You didn’t pick up.

His texts grew progressively darker.

Where are you?

Answer your phone, you stupid bitch.

You have three seconds to tell me you're on your way before I come find you.

You silenced your phone, your heart hammering with mixture of fear and exhilarating defiance.

A humorless, chilling laugh escaped him. ‘You're trying to rebel.’ The thought didn't anger him, it excited him. A new game. A new way to dominate you.

He was at your home within an hour, his expression a perfect mask of concerned friendship for your mother.

“I'm so sorry to bother you, ma'am.” He said, pushing his glasses up his nose, the picture of polite worry.” We had a project meeting. Y/n wasn't feeling good and left her notes. I just wanted to make sure she got home okay and give them to her.”

Your mother utterly charmed, let him in.

The moment she was out of earshot, the mask dropped. He backed you into the corner of the front door, his voice a venomous whisper only you could hear.

“You dare to ignore my calls and messages.” He tilted his head, his eyes dead and cold. It was the greatest insult you could have ever offered him. “Put your shoes on, we're going. Now”

Trembling, you followed him out. “Seongje–look I'm sorry. I just…I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm tired.”

He didn’t even look at you. “No more of that. You think any real man would want after I'm done with you today? You're spoiled. Broken. I'm the only one who'll even tolerate you.”

The walk to his apartment was a silent death march. Your whispered pleas”please just let me go home.”dissolved into thet air, ignored. He didn’t even look at you. His silence was more terrifying than any shout.

The moment his apartment door clicked shut, the fragile dam holding back his fury shattered. 

He didn’t speak. He moved. His hand snapped out, a blur of motion and connected with your cheek with a crack that echoed in a silence. Your heart snapped to the side, a cry tearing from your throat as the taste of copper bloomed on your tongue.

“Shut up.”He hissed, his voice low and guttural. “You don't get to speak. You don't get to plead. You lost that right when you decided to be a disobedient little whore.”

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at him. Without his glasses, his eyes are black pits of pure, unadulterated hatred. “You ignored me. You. You dared to ignore me.” The words were laced with a disbelief that curdled into venom. “Who do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He dragged you to the center of the room and threw you on the floor. You scrambled backwards, but he was on you in an instant, his knee digging into your spine, pinning you face down, against the cold unforgiving floor. The weight knocked the air from your lungs.

You heard the unmistakable metallic click of his belt buckle opening, the harsh zip of leather whipping through the loops.

“You need a reminder.” He snarled. “A reminder of what happens to sluts who forget their place.”

But the belt didn't fall immediately. Instead his free hand groped at your legs, roughly pushing your skirt up your thighs and bunching it around your waist, exposing you to the cold, dank air. A sound of pure terror escaped you. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties.

“No–!” You pleaded but the word was cut short by a brutal rip of fabric tearing. He shredded the delicate material and yanked it down, bearing your skin completely. 

Now the belt fell.

The first lash came without warning. A searing line of pure fire erupted across the back of your thighs. You screamed, the sound raw and utterly terrified. The second landed higher on the tender exposed flesh of your ass and you choked on sob tears immediately blurring your vision.

“This is for ignoring me.”He growled, bringing the belt down again with a sickening crack. The leather bit into your skin, raising an instant burning welt. “This is for thinking you could say no.” crack. Another stripe, parallel to the first. “This is for making me come find you.” crack. “Like some common bitch.” 

crack.

But then, a treacherous, shameful heat began to pool in your core, a sickening contrast to the stinging fire on your skin. Your body, betraying you completely, grew damp and aching with each punishing strike. A broken, confused whimper escaped your lips—not just from the pain, but from the horrifying, unwanted arousal that coiled tight in your belly. You clenched your thighs together, a futile attempt to hide your shame.

“Look at that,” he whispered, a dark, triumphant laugh in his voice. “All marked up and dripping for me. You really are a perfect little slut, aren’t you? You even get wet from your punishment.”

He didn't stop. The blows rained down, methodical and cruel, until your skin was ruined canvas of angry, cross hatched welts, until your screams turned into broken, hiccupping whimpers against the dirty floor.

He finally threw the belt aside, his breath ragged with perverse excitement. He leaned down, his mouth closer to your ear.

“Now you'll remember. “He panted, “every time you sit down. You'll remember who you belong to.”

He picked you up and threw you on the bed, flipping onto your back. Your tears meant nothing to him. They are just proof of his control. He tore at your clothes, the fabric ripping under his frantic hands.

“Was it him?” He spat, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips, leaving bruises. “That pathetic loser from your class? The one you were laughing with? Did you spread your legs for him? Did you let him fuck this stupid, worthless cunt?”

“No! Seongje–please!” You begged, trying to push his chest away, but your strength has gone.

He slapped you again harder this time, making your vision swim. “Don't lie to me! I saw you! Laughing like a whore. You think he'd want you if he knew how many times I've filled you with my cum? You're used goods. You're my used goods.

He shoved himself inside you in one violent, tearing thrust. You cried out, the pain from the belt lashes a fresh agony beneath his weight. He set a brutal, punishing pace, his hips slamming into you, the bedframe screeching in protest. 

“You belong to me!” he roared, his hands wrapping around your throat and squeezing. Your eyes winded, your hands clawing at his wrists as spots danced in your vision. “Your body, your fuckimg holes, they are mine!You breathe because I allow it!You come because I allow it!”

He released your throat only to flip you onto your stomach, ignoring your pained cries as your wounded backside hurted. He entered you from behind, his grip on your hips viscous. 

“You think you can find someone better than me?” he grunted pounding into you. “There is no one better. There's no one else. I'm the only man who'll ever touch you. I'm the only man who will ever want the pathetic broken slut I've made you.”

His degradation was a relentless torrent, each filthy word another brick in the wall of your despair. He came with guttural shout, spilling deep inside you but he didn't stop. He was a machine of possession driven by a bottomless well of rage and insecurity.

He flipped you onto your back again, his eyes wild. “I'm not done with you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk. Until you can't even think about anyone else. Until my scent is the only thing you know.”

He forced you onto your knees, then onto all your fours, then against the wall. Each position was a new violation, each thrust a punishment. He came inside you again and again, marking you, claiming you, trying to fill you so completely that no imaginary rival could ever exist.

Finally as a pale dawn began to lighten the windows, he collapsed over you, spent. His weight was suffocating prison. He nuzzled into your sweat damp hair, his voice a grotesque parody of affection.

“You see?” he whispered, his large hand splaying over your lower stomach. “Now you're really mine. You'll carry my child. My son. Everyone will look at you and see my property. You'll never escape me. Never.”

He fell asleep like that, on top of you, inside you, a permanent horrifying claim. You lay awake, trapped under the crushing weight of him. Naked. Raw. Used. The defiance was gone, burned away his rage. But a new, colder terror had taken its place, freezing you from inside out.

A child. The thought was an ice pick to your soul. You are too young. It's not a choice. A permanent tether to seongje. And his insistence that it would be a son–a little version of him to continue his legacy of control–made your stomach churn with nausea. Just the thought of being pregnant is making you feel like this. And if you turned out to be pregnant then you then you're fucked. You need to get out of this mess as soon as possible. But you don't know if seongje would let you get away from him or not. 

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Important question here: recently I've realized I put too much space between paragraphs. Do you guys also feel like that? I’m thinking of lessening the space in my writing.

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Do you write for all of us are dead??:D

Yeah I do write for 'All of us are dead'. Please send me requests on this kdrama.

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Heloooo, do u write requests??(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Yeah I do

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Will readers parents regret throwing reader out ?

No,unfortunately🥲they did not regret kicking her out. In their eyes, she was simply a rebellious daughter who had shamed them by getting pregnant by a boy whose name she wouldn't even give. Given the social norms of that time and place, her silence made the situation seem even worse. The only other person who knew the truth was her brother, Byeong-tae, but he was too much of a coward to speak up in her defense.

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Are you gonna do part two of Jeong gyeong tae x reader ?

Yeah guys there would be pt2. I'm little sad at the fact my man is underrated🤧.

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i love you you might just be my new fav tumblr author😭😭❤️

This made me so soft 😭❤❤ I love you too, thank you for supporting my writing.

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The way you made him total psycho is Amazing!! I mean him getting caught at the end was cherry on top😭🤍. Like my man is crazy and I fucking love it💞. We need pt 2!!

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Yandere!Yeon Sieun x Fem!reader

Summary : Your parents decide to move where their lifelong friends live, the friends who's son you've known as a shy six year old sweet boy, now still introverted yet more sinister, soon after his mom and yours forced you to be friends and walk to school together, you've come to realize how obsessive and sinister he is, and how possessive he can get when you pay attention to someone else.

Warnings : Noncon! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Forced impregnation! Forced oral (male receiving!) Throwing up mentioned but not happening! Loss of v-card! Slapping (on face!) Dark themes (obviously..) Fingering! Hair pulling! Sieun mentioning Suho and Beomseok while in the act! Beomseok having a crush on you! Suho being flirty despite not having a crush on you! (Yet Sieun sees him as a threat) Reader's wrists are tied with Sieun's belt! Sieun's mom coming home and catching him! Tell me if you notice more tw's! Apologies for any typos and know that i haven't wroten in a long time so forgive if im sloppy with it!

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It was a surprise to you, really, your parents deciding to move away so suddenly, you didn't want to move but you can't say anything.

Their lifelong friends have told them there's a free apartment right next to their door, and that's how you've become neighbors with them and their son.

Sieun used to be a shy and a meek boy, you never were close with him despite your parents's relationship.

You did forgot about him when you moved out away but now you remember him, he's more quiet now, but there's some darkness in him as well, but you choose to not may mind to it, thinking you're just paranoid.

Your mom had told you last night, that you and Sieun will go together to school, you agreed, thinking it's better to be with someone you know than alone.

His mother had told him that he needs to take care of you, as she sees you as her daughter, so she told him "Sieun-ah you'll have to look after her, after all she's like your younger sister, protect her"

He glared blankly at her when she said those words, then nodded before disappearing into his room.

And that's how you're here now, walking with him towards the school, hands brushing occasionally. Yet both of you didn't spoke.

Then so suddenly, like a thunderstorm, a boy with a bright smile appeared.

"Yah! Yeon Sieun, you have a girlfriend now?" The loud boy laughed, throwing his arm around Sieun's shoulder.

You looked at both of them with slightly wide eyes, the loud boy smiled sweetly at you and you smiled back shyly.

"Our parents are friends and we are neighbors" Sieun replied blankly, his jaw clenching at how you smiled at Suho.

"Ah im Suho!" Suho said loudly and happily,

"And you are?" He asked, but before you could tell him your name Sieun suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"You'll be late cmon ill walk you there" he said, wanting to walk you towards the all girl school that's close to his school.

Suho had frowned at Sieun's interrupting you.

"I'll be good on my own thanks" you pulled your hand away from his tightening grasp. He clenched his jaw at your, what he thinks rude attitude.

"Im y/n by the way" you looked at Suho and smiled yet again at him, Sieun's breath hitched, jaw clenching even more in frustration, you were supposed to only smile at him, he did not know when he started feeling so possessive over you, but he can't stop now or ever.

"Y/n! You're so beautiful" Suho grinned widely, just as Sieun was about to say something, another boy appeared, standing closs to Suho, that boy looked shy but then as he looked at you, his eyes widened behind his glasses, his cheeks and ears becoming pinkish color.

"Ah Beomseok! That's y/n, Sieun's neighbor" Suho put his arm around Beomseok now.

You smiled shyly and waved at the shy boy, who swallowed before muttering a soft hello.

Sieun's eye twitched, it all become too much for him to bear, Why were you paying so much attention to these two and not to me? He thought in his head, his fists clenching tight.

"Go to school y/n, and be careful" he said, colder than intended, you looked at him then nodded, as you started walking towards your school. Suho yelled,

"Yah! Come hang out with us after school!" He said happily, you turned around and gave a thumbs up. He laughed at that, all three of them watching you dissappear from their vision.

Suho turned to look at Sieun and noticed his weird behavior, "whats wrong with you?" He asked his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Nothing." Sieun replied blankly, looking at Suho then at Beomseok, he knew that the shy boy immediately liked you and Sieun didn't like it.

It all became so regular, all four of you started hanging out, Sieun didn't like it that you pay so much attention to Suho and Beomseok, yet he didn't say anything, after all he didn't hate his friends, he hated that they are taking you away from him.

Tonight was like the other nights, all four of you at a restaurant, eating laughing and sharing random stories, it was mostly Suho telling some funny stories from his part time job.

As you laughed at Suho's story, he winked at you playfully, he always does it, flirting with you jokingly.

Yet Sieun sees Suho as a big threat, thinking you're "cheating" on him with Suho,

Sieun's jaw clenched at the sight of Suho, flirting shamelessly in front of him.

"Ill be back" you said, needing to use the restroom, Suho nodded and continued on eating.

Sieun's eyes lingered on you as you walked away, then as Sieun finally turned his gaze away from you, Beomseok stood up and without a word he walked after you. Sieun's jaw clenched yet he sat still.

As you were washing your hands and got out of the ladies restroom, you saw Beomseok waiting for you, he smiled shyly and stuttered.

"Y/n..i wanna tell you something, im sorry for doing it so suddenly but i can't wait anymore, i like you- i like you so much. Ever since i saw you weeks ago i-" he then was rudely interrupted by an angry Sieun.

"What do you think you're doing" he looked at Beomseok, his eyes dark and sinister. Your eyes widening, and Beomseok furrowed his eyebrows.

"Cmon lets go." He demanded before Beomseok could answer, Sieun dragged you with him, Beomseok after both of you.

After you reached the table, Suho looked at all three of you, immediately sensing the tension, he saw Sieun's eyes, usual soft and melancholic eyes now dark and obsessive.

"What are you doing Sieun-ah? Stop dragging her" Suho said, his voice serious as he stood up.

"Y/n doesn't feel good, we're going home." He took your bag and handed it to you, and then took some bills from his wallet to pay for his and your food.

Then he dragged you outside, the other two shocked.

After he found a free taxi he demanded you to get in and you did, the drive seemed long and awkward, you noticed Sieun's clenched jaw and fists, his eye twitching from now and then.

"Sieun.." you muttered but he didn't look your way, after awhile you finally arived, he payed the driver and dragged you out before walking towards the building.

"Sieun..ill go home now." You whispered, now scared from his weird behavior.

"No- come with me, im alone in the apartment." He demanded, before you could do anything he dragged you towards the door, after unlocking it he basically pushed you in,

"S-sieun..you're scaring me" You backed away from him but he grabbed your wrist tight and dragged you towards his room then locked the door.

"Do you want him?" He asked dryly, your eyes widened and you shook your head.

"Or you want Suho hm? You like how both of them are paying you attention"

"Sieun-" he interrupted you by grabbing your hair tight.

"You like their attention on you! You're such a whore for wanting both of them" he hissed, tilting your head back, you whimpered from pain.

"Sieun stop it!" You grabbed his hand with your trembling one, he just scoffed at that.

"Did you suck their dicks huh? You fucking slut! You should've ignored them! But no you're just an attention whore am i right? You shook your head, his grip tightening.

"You're not theirs! You're mine ever since we were kids! You dont belong to Beomseok or Suho- ill fucking show you who you belong to" and before you could protest more, his hands came to your shirt and ripped it open, you yelped at the action, trying to back away from him. But he grabbed your hair again.

"You're scaring me! What are you doing" you sobbed out, tears falling out of your wide with fear eyes freely.

"Now you're scared?" He scoffed, making fun of you, he grunted and ripped your bra off and threw it on the floor, you yelped, hands going on your chest to hide.

"I'll cut of your hands if you hide" he hissed, you looked down as he looked at your chest and licked his lips hungrily.

"You're so beautiful fuck" his hands immediately went to his belt, to unbuckle it, you whimpered at the sound, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down with his underwear.

"get on your knees-" he demanded, throwing the belt on his bed.

"Sieun please..i can't! You know I've never-" he groaned then.

"Then time to learn, get on your knees before i rip out your fucking hair slut!" You sobbed out but got on your knees, you knew you couldn't do anything, you were always so weak.

"Look up at me baby" Sieun said softly, like you want this as much as he does.

You looked up at him through your teary eyelashes, his hand came down on your cheek to caress you softly, thumb wiping a tear. Hjs other hand wrapped around his thick flushed cock, stroking it slowly.

"Tongue out" he whispered, you sobbed out yet again but did as he said, he moaned at the sight and then he pulled away the hand on your cheek just to slap your face sharply.

You cried out at that, your body shaking in fear, he grabbed your hair and tilted your head to look up at him, your tongue still out.

He grabbed his cock and slapped your cheek with it, then slapped your tongue, you nearly gagged from that alone, he groaned, rubbing his tip on your tongue.

"Ill fuck your face now, open wide" he demanded and you obeyed in fear, he started pushing his thick shaft in your warm mouth firstly slowly then he pulled out just to push in roughly, making you gag wetly.

Sieun moaned, his eyes shut tight, head back and hips thrusting into your face roughly, your eyes widened as tears fell freely from them.

Your jaw aching from his length, you choked around him loudly. Your hands scratching his thighs.

Praying he'll stop or even slow down at least, but it just made him moan and thrust harder.

"Look at you f-fuck, you're such a slut- drooling around me and choking on me" he groaned out, his hands holding your head as he fucked your mouth violently.

You closed your eyes tightly, snot mixing with your drool and tears, Making your face messy.

"Look up at me- fucking cunt swallow my cum!" He moaned loudly, pulling your hair.

You looked up at him, blinking the tears away as you felt his cock throb inside your mouth.

You gagged loudly at that, making him groan as he looked down at you, his eyes full with lust.

"Swallow it all! C-choke on my cum" he moaned louder than before, cumming in your throat, you gagged at the salty-bitter taste but swallowed everything.

Nearly throwing up, after awhile he pulled out fast.

Making you groan, you sobbed out loudly, looking down in shame and pain.

"Get up-" he demanded, taking off his pants fully then his t-shirt, you shook your head.

"Sieun please- you got what you wanted!" You cried out, then gasped as his hand came down to slap your face.

"Get up y/n" he demanded calmly, you did as he said, standing up on shaky legs.

You looked at him with pleading eyes, his eyes went down towards your skirt and he bit his lip.

"Leave the skirt one, take you panties off!" You didn't want to do it, but you saw his threatening eyes, you slid off your cotton panties off.

He looked at you and licked his dry lips, then demanded.

"Get on the bed and bend over-" you shook your head,

"S-sieun you know i never did this! Please im scared-" he groaned out in frustration, and started pushing you towards his bed, forcing you himself on all fours.

"Stay like that" he took his belt and wrapped it around your wrists, you whimpered at his actions.

Your face smashed against his pillow, your tears, snot and drool staining it.

"You're so pretty baby" he praised you, as his hands pushed your skirt up and his hands roamed over your naked ass.

He moaned out at the sight of your pussy from behind, he licked two of his fingers before pushing them inside your tight pussy.

You yelped at this, crying out loudly at the stretch,

"You're dry but not for long- you better relax if you don't want it to hurt more" he demanded, thrusting his fingers in and out sharply.

Despite not wanting it, your body started reacting to his actions.

You cursed yourself at your own betrayal, Sieun chuckled as he felt your wetness ooze out of you.

"So wet for someone not wanting it- fucking tight slut" he spanked your ass with his free hand, making you cry out.

"I bet you want them to be here hm? Want Suho and Beomseok watch how i shape your cunt into mine!" He rubbed your ass, almost tenderly.

Your hands wiggling, wanting to be free from the belt, he spanked you harder at that.

Then pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, moaning at your taste, he coated them in his saliva before forcing them inside your already abused mouth.

You gagged at this, he pulled his fingers out and smeared the saliva on your cheek.

He grabbed the base of his thick cock and rubbed the head against your pussy.

"You're gonna feel so good baby- gonna put my baby in you too" you cried out as he started pushing in agonizingly slow.

Your eyes widened in pain as you nearly screamed out.

"S-sieun please! It hurts so much" you sobbed out and he cooed at you mockingly.

"Then relax and get wetter!" He groaned out, placing both hands on your soft ass as he started thrusting hard, making your body go up and down with each thrust.

You moaned out in pain and a traitorous pleasure, Sieun spanked your ass with both hands on each cheek, you cried out at that.

"Gonna look so pretty full- with my baby" he moaned, one of his hands going between where you both joined and started rubbing your clit, you whined in pleasure

Pleasure you didn't even want, he laughed mockingly at that, thrusting faster, the sounds were sinful.

Wet slapping noises getting louder, you whimpered at the sound of your squelching pussy.

"Fucking gushing around me- you're such a whore for me fuck" Sieun moaned at the feeling of your wet and tight walls.

"S-sieun stop!" You cried out as you felt a familiar knot forming in your tummy.

"Squeezing me so tight baby, fucking cum around me- milk my cum out of me" despite trying to hold it, you came.

Pussy creaming around him, Sieun groaned at that, as he started fucking you harder.

The sounds now louder as you came, soon after you felt his cock throb in you, you tried to pull away.

"Where the fuck are you running! Take my cum- im gonna breed you with my baby" he grabbed your ass with both hands again, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

He groaned and moaned as he started cumming deep in you, you cried out at the unfamiliar feeling of warm cum in you.

"It better take or I'll breed you every day and night" he chuckled, still in you as his cock pulsed inside.

After awhile he pulled out slowly, his cum oozing out immediately. He groaned in frustration as he pushed two fingers in.

"Keep it in!" He demanded, and pulled them out, making you suck his fingers clean.

He untied your wrists, and you immediately fell forwards, body shaking.

He cooed at the sight, standing up he put his underwear and pants on again. Then he unlocked the door and went in the bathroom so he can wet an towel to wipe you, after all he wasn't cruel in his words.

Just as he headed back from the bathroom he heard the door unlocking, and he immediately stopped and then saw him mom coming in.

She closed the door and then noticed him, her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him, holding a wet towel and not having a shirt on.

"Sieun-ah? What's happening? The neighbors from below heard screaming-" Sieun nearly rolled his eyes at her words.

"It's nothing" he murmured and started walking back towards his room, but his mom walked behind and didn't let him go in first.

She opened the door and immediately noticed your shaking and naked body, then your ripped out shirt and bra as well.

Sieun groaned in frustration and pushed her away, walking in and going towards you, but she grabbed his arm.

"D-did you..did you force her?" She stuttered, her eyes tearing up.

"She wanted it-" he scoffed but his mom shook her head.

"How could you!? She's like a daughter to me! I told you to protect her and not hurt her!" She yelled, her voice making you flinch.

"Well soon you may have an grandchild" he murmured.

"D-dont touch her!" She immediately walked towards you and grabbed a blanket from his bed and pulled it over you.

You looked back at her and cried,

"P-please i didn't want it! I wanna go home i don't wanna see him!" Your voice trembled as you cried, his mom carefully brushed your tears.

"Im sorry..i didn't know he could do such a thing.." she cried in shame and terror.

Sieun rolled his eyes at that, walking towards you with the towel.

"Get out i have to clean her" he demanded his mom but she shook her head.

"You get out! I'll call her mom to come and-" Sieun glared at her.

"And what? Don't put yourself between us! She loves me now get out or ill hurt her in front of you" he said sharply.

His mom cried out and looked at you, you shook your head.

"Please dont leave me."

Well that shit turned out real bad! But its my first yandere story and first writing after months! Please tell me if you notice typos or misspellings! As English isn't my first language im sorry for any mistakes!

I had high expectations for my idea but it ended up so bad so apologies yall even had to read ts 😭

Feel free to like, comment & reblog if you will <3

Thank you so much ♥︎

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Pairings: dark! Yeon sieun x reader, dark! Ahn suho x reader, dark! Oh beomseok x reader

Warnings: NONCON, betrayal, Gangbang, forced male receiving, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, degradation, creampie.

Summary: What happens when your new friends become dangerously obsessed with you, and you have no idea?

Requested by my fav person 🤍 @vampira-69

Taglist: @mirwors

The move was your parents’ idea. A fresh start, closer to their oldest friends. You remembered the Sieuns vaguely from childhood; a single, blurry memory of a quiet, serious-eyed boy who’d hidden behind his mother’s legs. You hadn't thought of him in years.

Now, your mothers were determined to bridge the decade-long gap.

“Sieun-ah, Y/N is like a daughter to me. You look after her at school, understand?” his mother said that first morning, her voice sweet but firm. “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

So you walked to school together in suffocating silence, two islands of introversion adrift in a sea of awkwardness. Sieun didn’t look at you, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the pavement. You matched his pace, the weight of his mother’s request hanging between you.

Then, a whirlwind of energy shattered the quiet.

“Yah! Yeon Sieun! Since when do you walk to school with a girl?”

Suho appeared, slinging a familiar arm around Sieun’s shoulders, but his bright, disarming grin was aimed entirely at you. “Who’s this? Hey, I’m Ahn Suho. Sieun’s best friend.” His friendliness was overwhelming, instantly painting you as his new discovery.

Before Sieun could muster a grunt in reply, another boy approached—softer, shyer. Beomseok. His eyes met yours for a second before darting away, a deep blush creeping up his neck. “Hi,” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper, shoving Suho playfully in a nervous gesture.

Sieun’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. He saw it all. The way Suho’s smile was a little too possessive for a first meeting. The way Beomseok couldn’t meet your eyes, his shyness radiating a different, more intense kind of interest. A hot, coiling possessiveness ignited in his gut. You were his. His to walk with. His responsibility. His.

“She’s my neighbor,” Sieun said, his voice flat and final, cutting through Suho’s easy chatter. “Let’s go. We’re late.” He didn’t wait for them, starting to walk again, forcing you to follow in his wake.

That was how it began. The four of you became an unlikely, inseparable group. But beneath the surface of shared lunches and study sessions, a silent war was brewing.

Sieun saw every interaction as a threat. When Beomseok, gathering his courage for a week, finally brought you a strawberry milk, his hands trembling slightly—“I just… thought you might like it…”—Sieun’s pen stilled on his homework. He didn’t say a word, but the air around him turned to ice. Later, he “accidentally” knocked the unopened bottle into the trash.

When Suho, ever the physical touch enthusiast, slung his arm around your shoulders after you made a joke, pulling you into his side with a loud laugh, Sieun’s stare was sharp enough to cut glass. He found a reason to need your help with a problem immediately, physically inserting himself between you, his body a barrier.

And when Sieun himself stayed behind after school to help you with a math concept you couldn’t grasp, his patience uncharacteristically endless, his fingers lingering a second too long as he pointed to an equation in your textbook, both Suho and Beomseok watched from the hallway, their expressions a mirror of the same frustrated jealousy.

The competition was unsustainable. They were tripping over each other, their rivalries threatening to scare you away. They needed a new strategy.

The pact was formed in hushed tones behind the school, away from your ever-watchful, unknowing eyes.

“This is stupid,” Suho finally muttered, kicking a pebble. “We’re all going to lose her like this.”

“She’s not a prize to be won,” Beomseok added quietly, though his clenched fists betrayed his calm tone.

Sieun was silent, his dark eyes watching 6them. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and decisive. “No. She’s not a prize. She’s… ours.”

The word hung in the air, radical and inevitable. Ours. It wasn’t about winning individually anymore. It was about claiming you, together.

The plan was Beomseok’s idea. His parents were going overseas for a week. The house would be empty. Perfect.

The invitation was extended casually. A study session. Just the four of you. No distractions.

You agreed easily, innocently. You saw the three most important people in your new life.

You didn’t see the three predators who had just agreed to share their favorite meal.

The click of the door closing was a sound that would echo in your nightmares forever.

Beomseok’s house was enormous, a palace of quiet wealth that felt more like a gilded cage. “Wow, your house is so big.” You breathed, genuinely impressed.You were so distracted, so excited to see his home, that you barely noticed yourself shrugging off your school bag and letting it drop carelessly onto the polished floor of the entryway. A small, forgotten heap of trust and normalcy.

Beosmeok flinched, a faint blush on his cheeks. His mind was a whirlwind of the filthy, obsessive thoughts he'd harbored since you'd become Sieun's neighbor and their group's sole object of affection. “I get that a lot.” He mumbled sheepishly.

“Where are we gonna study?” you asked, still looking around in awe.

“Uhm..how about my room?” Beomseok suggested, his voice a little too high.

Sieun and suho exchanged a glance— a quick, silent communication of predatory intent. They sighed in audible relief. When you blissfully unaware followed them upstairs.

The moment you crossed the threshold into Beomseok’s bedroom, suho turned and clicked the lock on the door. The sound was final. You were making it easy for them, sitting on the edge of the large fluffy bed bouncing slightly. “Wow you got such a big bed.”

But then you felt it. The atmosphere shifted, growing thick and charged. You looked at them— Sieun's dark intense stare, suho's cocky grin that didn't reach his cold eyes, beomseok's nervous excited fidgeting. Your heart began to race. “I think…I should go home.”

You tried to stand up but a hand shoved you back onto the mattress. It was sieun.

“Sieun..?” you asked, shock rendering you immobile for a second. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer with words. He answered you by pouncing on you, his body crushing yours, his mouth attaching to your neck in a wet, claiming kiss that was sure to bruise.

“Sieun, what's wrong with you? Get off of me!” You screamed, pushing at his shoulder your pleas turning to pure panic. You looked desperately at suho and Beomseok. “Help me!”

Suho's grin winded. “Oh y/n.” He purred  climbing onto the bed with deliberate grace of a predator.” You don't know how much we love you.” He easily captured you flailing wrists in one strong hand, pinning them above your head. “Now hold still.”

“Suho please I'm your friend!”

“Shh..” He cooed, his other hand groping your breast over your shirt. “This is how friends show they care.”

Beomseok watched from the foot of the bed, his eyes wide, his breathing shallow. He was mesmerized, one hand subtly moving to adjust himself through his pants.

“I love you so much.” sieun murmured against your skin, his voice low and terrifyingly sincere as he unbuttoned your shirt with practiced ease. He tore your bra off, exposing you to the cool air and their hungry gazes.

“Fuck they are even sexier than I thought.” suho groaned, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to make you cry. He held your wrists tighter. 

“Look at her, beomseok. Isn't she pretty?” Beomseok could only nod, swallowing thickly.

You kicked out wildly as sieun shoved your skirt up and ripped your panties off. He shoved two thick fingers inside you without warning, the sqeulening sound obscene in the quiet room. You clenched around him, a traitorous wetness spreading despite your terror.

“Open up.” Suho commanded, tapping your jaw.

You clenched your teeth, turning your head away. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, wreching your head back. “I'm asking you nicely. Now c'mon open up.”

Your mouth fell open in a gasp as sieun suddenly replaced his fingers with his cock, sheathing himself inside you in one brutal thrust. Taking the opportunity, suho shoved his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your mouth.

“I swear if I feel your teeth,” he groaned, his hip beginning a shallow rhythm. “I'll knock every one of them out.” 

This was the cue beomseok needed. The mattress dipped as he joined, his eyes zeroing in on your breasts. “So perfect.” He whispered, before leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue like a man starved. He moaned against your skin, his own free hand fumbling to undo his pants. He was painfully hard. He grabbed your limp, free hand and wrapped it around his cock, forcing you to jerk him off with clumsy, unwilling strokes.

Sieun was relentless above you, his thrusts deep and punishing. “You feel so good.” He praised, his voice a husky whisper in your ear. His words were a grotesque contrast to his actions. “You were made for me. For us. Taking me so well.” His praise was as much a violation as the act itself.

When he came, spilling inside you with guttural groans,he didn't pull out immediately. He stayed buried within you, as if savoring his claim. 

Suho was already impatient “My turn.” He declared,  pushing a dazed sieun off of you. He positioned himself between your sore, trembling legs.

“No suho please I can't–!” You begged, fresh tears streaming down your face.

“Don't be like that, sweetheart.” He tutted, slapping your inner thigh. The sting made you yelp. “You took sieun just fine. You think you're too good for me?” He didn't wait for an answer. He drove into you, the stretch burning. You cried out, a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure making your head spin. 

“Look at her.” suho laughed, his thrusts brutal and degrading. “Getting wet for it. You're a natural little slut. Aren't you? Just needed us to show you.”

“Shhh it's okay.” Beomseok cooed from beside you, still forcing your hand on his cock. “You're doing so good for us.” His kindness was the most sickening part. He leaned over and littered your chest with kisses and bites, marking you as his own as suho pounded into you.

“Fuck I'm gonna fill you up!” suho grunted, his pace becoming erratic “gonna make sure you remember who you belong to.” He came with a roar, collapsing his weight on you before rolling off, leaving you feeling empty and used.

“Get off of her suho. It's my turn now.” beomseok didn't wait. He simply pushed suho's leg aside and positioned himself. You were so sore, so stretched, you could barely move. 

“Beomseok just stop please–I'm begging you!” you sobbed, hoping for a shred of mercy.

“Why?” he scoffed, his usual shyness gone, replaced by entitled leer. “You took both of them. You think I'm not good enough?” he didn't give you a chance to answer. He pushed inside and you whined, the sensation overwhelming. He was not as rough as suho but his thrusts were eager, desperate. He moaned your name like a prayer, his eyes glued to where your bodies joined.

“Open up.” Sieun was back, his renewed erection tapping against your lips. You looked at him, the boy you'd known since your childhood and fresh tears fell. You shook your head. 

“I said open your fucking mouth.” He snarled, fisting your hair. You obeyed and he shoved himself inside, fucking your mouth with the same possessive intensity as before. “Fuck your mouth feels so good.” He groaned. “So warm. Made for me.”

You were trapped between them–beomseok pounding into you from below, sieun claiming your mouth and suho watching from a chair, stroking himslef, urging them on.

Beomseok came first with a broken cry, spilling inside you. Your own body betrayed you with a second, shuddering orgasm that left you feeling hollow. Sieun followed, his release coating your throat some of it dripping from your lips as he pulled out with a satisfied sigh.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. You lay there, covered in their sweat and spend. A single tear traced path through the mess on your cheek.

You slowly sat up, your entire body screaming in protest. The sight that greeted you was suho, still seated, watching you with a dark, satisfied smile. You tried to stand but your legs gave away and you crumpled to the floor.

Sieun was there instantly, his hands on you  trying to help you. “Don't touch me!” You screamed, your voice raw and broken. 

He flinched as if you'd struck him.” Here sit..I'll.. I'll fix your dress.” He said, his voice soft again, that twisted parody of care returning. He led you back to the bed. His touch burned as he redid your bra and buttoned your shirt. When he tried to pull your panties up  you winced in agony. 

“Sieun ah do you really think she can wear those?”  suho drawled from his chair.” It'll definitely hurt her.”

Sieun hesitated then slowly pulled them down, holding the torn fabric. 

“I'll keep those.” Beomseok said, softly, his voice back to its shy murmur but request was perverse.

Sieun tossed them to him without a word. “You sick bastard.” Suho chuckled, but it was a sound of approval.

Sieun fetched a towel and began to clean between your legs, his movements clinical, like he was mopping up a spill. It was humiliating, a sloppy attempt to erase the evidence of their crime.

“Can you walk now?” sieun asked, his eyes searching yours for something –forgiveness, understanding, love.

You just stared through him.

“Looks like she's too fucked out to even to talk to us.” suho said, standing and walking over. He slapped your cheek lightly.” Hey, answer him. He's talking to you.”

“Is she okay?” beomseok asked, genuine worry in his tone. It was disgusting. 

“Totally fine.” suho answered for you. “Guesz she's just…happy.”

With herculean effort, you stood and walked over toward the door on shaking legs. “Wait y/n!” Sieun's voice was panicked behind you.

He caught up to you easily. “Let's go home together.”

“After what you did to me? No. Never. “

He followed you out, down the stairs and out the front door, a lost puppy. “Let me get your bag.” You ignored him. “Lets take a taxi. You can't walk.”

He was right. You were limping and the walk of shame was compounded by the aching emptiness between your legs. He hailed a cab and bundled you inside, his presence a suffocating shadow.

The ride was silent. When your street came into view, you practically fell out of the car. He was right behind you.

“Get out of my way! You piece of shit!” you spat, all your fury and pain boiling over.

He looked genuinely wounded. “Y/n, i–no, we love you. Don't you see it?”

The words were the final straw. “You're all sick. I hate you. I hate all of you. Don't ever talk to me again.” You shoved past him and stumbled into your house, slamming the door shut on his devastated face.

Sieun stood there frozen. ‘I hate you’ the words echoed, each one knife to his heart. No no you couldn't. You don't understand. They loved you. They'd show you how much they love you. You are theirs. This wasn't rejection, he'd accept. This was a temporary setback.

He loves you, and he would never, ever let you go.

[♡]

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Will gyeong tae marry reader?

it might be considered as spoiler but yeah.

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