reobabesstuff

[reobabesstuff]

chapter 9

MESSY MAKE-OUT!!

The tension in the air was thick as she stood in the center of Jun-yeong’s dimly lit apartment, her voice sharp and unrelenting. The rain outside battered against the windows, a distant echo to the storm brewing inside.

“You think I don’t notice, Jun-yeong?” she snapped, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “The way you pull strings behind my back? The way you manipulate every little thing to keep me under your thumb? Do you even hear yourself when you talk about ‘protecting me’?”

Jun-yeong, who had been sitting on the edge of the couch with his head bowed, clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. His usual mask of cool indifference was cracking, his jaw tight as her words lashed at him.

“I trusted you,” she continued, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and betrayal. “And all you’ve done is use that trust against me. Every time I think I can rely on you, you prove me wrong. What kind of person does that?”

“Y/n, that’s enough,” Jun-yeong said quietly, his voice low and dangerous. But she didn’t stop.

“No, it’s not enough!” she shouted, her eyes blazing with fury. “You think you’re some kind of savior, don’t you? Playing God with my life, deciding what’s best for me. Newsflash, Jun-yeong—you’re not the hero in this story. You’re the villain.”

His head snapped up, and for a moment, the room went silent. Then he rose to his feet, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. When he spoke, his voice was cold, razor-sharp.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to her. “You stand there, accusing me, judging me, as if you’ve lived even a fraction of the life I have.”

She held her ground, though her heart pounded in her chest. “Don’t turn this around on me,” she said, her voice wavering but defiant. “This isn’t about your past. This is about what you’ve done to me.”

“What I’ve done to you?” he repeated, his voice rising. “Everything I’ve done has been for you! Do you have any idea what I’ve sacrificed to keep you safe? What I’ve risked?”

“I never asked for that!” she shouted back, her hands shaking. “I never asked you to play puppet master with my life.”

Jun-yeong’s temper snapped. He slammed his fist into the wall beside her, the sound reverberating through the room. She flinched but didn’t back down, her breath coming in short, angry bursts.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he growled, his voice trembling with rage and something deeper—something almost vulnerable. “I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you think I’m a monster. But I will not stand by and watch you get hurt because you’re too stubborn to see the danger.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. “And I won’t let you control me anymore,” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.

They stood there, the distance between them a chasm neither could cross, their emotions raw and exposed. For once, neither of them spoke, the only sound was the pounding of the rain outside. And in that silence, both of them realized just how deeply they had wounded each other.

The silence stretched between them, the weight of their argument hanging in the air like a storm that refused to pass. Jun-yeong took a step back, his chest heaving as he struggled to rein in his anger. Her eyes followed his movements, her own emotions tangled in a web of frustration, pain, and something she couldn’t quite name.

He turned away from her, running a hand through his hair as if trying to physically dispel the tension coiling within him. “You want me to stop?” he said finally, his voice low and raw. “Fine. I’ll stop. I’ll let you go, if that’s what you want.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. For a moment, she felt the air leave her lungs, her anger evaporating into something much colder. She should have felt relieved, vindicated—but instead, a hollow ache settled in her chest.

“Is that what you think this is about?” she asked quietly, her voice trembling. “That I want you to walk away?”

Jun-yeong turned to face her, his expression unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. “Isn’t it?” he asked, his tone sharp but wavering. “You’ve made it clear that you think I’m the problem. That you’d be better off without me.”

“I never said that,” she shot back, stepping closer. “You twist everything I say into something it’s not. I’m angry because you keep shutting me out. You make decisions for me, you control everything, but you never let me in.”

Her words seemed to strike a nerve, and for the first time, Jun-yeong looked uncertain. Vulnerable. “I don’t let people in because when I do, they get hurt,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I can’t… I can’t let that happen to you.”

Y/n’s heart clenched at the raw emotion in his voice, the crack in his armor that he usually guarded so fiercely. “Don’t you see?” she said, her tone softening. “By keeping me out, you’re hurting me anyway. You don’t have to carry everything on your own, Jun-yeong. I’m stronger than you think.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t understand. If they find out about you—if they know how much you mean to me—they’ll use you against me. They’ll destroy you just to get to me.”

“Then stop giving them the power to control you,” she said, stepping closer still. “Stop hiding behind your lies and manipulation. Trust me enough to stand beside you, not under you.”

Jun-yeong stared at her, his jaw tight, his eyes searching hers for something—confirmation, forgiveness, or maybe just the courage to believe her. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world had finally caught up to him.

“I don’t know how to do that,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

“Then let me show you,” she replied, reaching out to gently take his hand. “But you have to let me in.”

For a moment, he didn’t move, his hand stiff in hers. But then, slowly, he squeezed her fingers, a silent acknowledgment of the leap of faith he was about to take. The storm between them hadn’t passed, but for the first time, they faced it together.

Y/n’s breath hitched as Jun-yeong’s hand tightened around hers, his grip trembling but firm. His eyes, stormy and unreadable, bore into hers, and the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. The air between them felt charged, their emotions raw and unfiltered, a volatile mix of anger, pain, and something far deeper that neither of them could suppress anymore.

“You think this is so simple,” Jun-yeong said, his voice low and strained, the words tinged with bitterness. “You think I can just let you in without falling apart.”

Y/n refused to back down, her fingers curling tighter around his. “Maybe you need to fall apart."

He closed his eyes briefly, as though trying to block out her words, but when they opened again, the conflict in them was replaced by something fiercer. Before she could say another word, he moved, stepping so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Y/n,” he murmured her name on his lips a mixture of warning and desperation. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Yes, I do,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest. “Stop pushing me away.”

Something inside Jun-yeong snapped. His hand shot up to cradle her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek with a roughness that sent a jolt through her. He stared at her for a moment longer, as if giving her one last chance to pull away, but when she didn’t, his resolve shattered.

He crushed his lips against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was desperate, almost bruising as if he was pouring every unspoken word and unresolved emotion into the connection. Y/n gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt to steady herself, but he didn’t give her a moment to breathe. His other arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against him, their bodies colliding in a chaotic mix of passion and frustration.

She matched his intensity, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Their movements were messy, urgent, their emotions spilling over in a way neither of them could control. Jun-yeong’s lips moved to her jawline, trailing down her neck with a possessive hunger that made her shudder.

“Why do you do this to me?” he muttered against her skin, his voice hoarse and ragged. His grip on her tightened, his emotions teetering between anger and longing. “You drive me insane, Y/n.”

“Good,” she breathed, her voice trembling but defiant. “Maybe it’s time someone got under your skin.”

Her words seemed to ignite something in him, and he kissed her again, harder this time, his teeth grazing her lower lip as his hands roamed possessively over her back. The world around them blurred, their surroundings forgotten as they gave in to the storm raging between them. It wasn’t gentle or tender—it was raw, messy, and unapologetically real. And in that moment, it was everything they needed.

[reobabesstuff]

chapter 8

The apartment door slammed shut behind Y/n, the sound echoing through the small space. Jun-yeong looked up from his laptop, startled by her sudden entrance. She stood there, dripping wet from the rain, her fists clenched at her sides, and her eyes blazing with a fury he hadn’t seen before.

“Y/n—” he started, but she cut him off, her voice sharp and trembling with emotion.

“Don’t you dare,” she snapped, her words laced with venom. “Don’t you dare try to explain yourself this time.”

Jun-yeong closed his laptop, leaning back in his chair as he watched her. “What happened?”

“What happened?” she repeated, her laugh bitter and hollow. “You! You happened! I’m sick of your lies, your games, your manipulations. I’m sick of letting you crawl your way into my life and tear it apart like it’s your playground!”

His expression darkened, but he stayed quiet, letting her words wash over him.

“I trusted you,” she continued, stepping closer, her voice breaking. “Despite everything, I trusted you. And what do you do? You twist everything I care about, everything I try to hold onto, just to keep me close.”

“Y/n, that’s not—”

“Don’t!” she yelled, her voice cracking. “Don’t you dare deny it. Don’t you dare stand there and act like you’re some innocent bystander in all of this.”

Jun-yeong’s jaw tightened, his usual calm demeanor beginning to crack under the weight of her accusations. “You think I want to hurt you?” he asked, his voice low and tense. “You think I enjoy seeing you like this?”

“I don’t know, Jun-yeong,” she spat, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Do you? Because you keep doing it. Over and over again. And I let you. Every single time.”

Her words hit him harder than he expected, but he didn’t show it. Instead, he stood, stepping closer to her. “I’m not perfect,” he said, his voice steady but strained. “I’ve never claimed to be. But I care about you. More than you realize.”

“Care about me?” she repeated, her voice filled with disbelief. “If this is how you care, then I don’t want it. I can’t keep doing this, Jun-yeong. I can’t keep tearing myself apart just to make sense of you.”

The room fell into a tense silence, her ragged breathing the only sound. Jun-yeong looked at her, his expression softening as he saw the pain behind her anger.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice catching her off guard. “I know I’ve hurt you, and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I’m trying to be better.”

She shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. “You can’t just say that and expect everything to be okay.”

“I don’t,” he admitted. “But I’m not giving up. Not on you.”

She turned away, her shoulders trembling as she struggled to hold herself together. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, without another word, she walked toward the door, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the room.

Y/n's footsteps echoed through the stairwell as she descended, her breath ragged, her mind racing. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to get away—away from him, away from the tangled mess he always seemed to drag her into. But the sound of hurried footsteps behind her made her freeze.

“Hey, stop!” Jun-yeong’s voice was sharp, almost pleading.

She whirled around on the landing, her eyes burning with frustration. “What, Jun-yeong? What could you possibly say to make this better?”

He halted a few steps below her, rainwater dripping from his hair and soaking his jacket, but his expression was intense, unreadable. “I can’t let you go,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Not like this.”

She laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the empty stairwell. “You don’t get to decide that. You’ve already decided too much for me.”

“Because you don’t see it!” he snapped, stepping closer. “You don’t see how much I care about you—how much I’ve already ruined trying to protect you.”

Her jaw tightened, her hands clenching into fists. “Protect me? Is that what you call lying, manipulating, and breaking me down piece by piece until I don’t even recognize myself?”

His face faltered, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I know I’ve messed up. I know. But everything I did—every choice I made—it was to keep you close. Because the thought of losing you—”

“You already lost me!” she yelled, her voice echoing. Her chest heaved as the weight of her anger and pain crashed over her. “You lost me the moment you decided that I was just another pawn in your games.”

Jun-yeong flinched as if her words had physically struck him. For a moment, he said nothing, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “You think I don’t know that?” he said finally, his voice hoarse. “You think I don’t hate myself every single day for what I’ve done to you?”

Her breath hitched, the rawness in his voice catching her off guard. She wanted to hold onto her anger, wanted to keep the walls she’d built around her heart intact, but he always knew how to slip through the cracks.

“Then why?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Why do you keep hurting me?”

He stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he were afraid she’d bolt. “Because I’m selfish,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “Because I don’t know how to let you go.”

Her lips trembled, her emotions warring within her. She wanted to scream, to cry, to push him away and never look back—but she also wanted to believe him, to believe that somewhere beneath the lies and manipulation, there was something real.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she said, her voice breaking.

Jun-yeong hesitated, then reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. “You don’t have to decide right now,” he said softly. “Just… come back upstairs."

She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Every instinct told her to turn and run, but something in his eyes—something raw and unguarded—made her pause.

With a shaky breath, she nodded. “One last chance, Jun-yeong. Don’t make me regret it.”

He nodded solemnly, stepping aside to let her walk past him, his presence both a comfort and a weight she wasn’t sure she could carry.

[reobabesstuff]

chapter 7

The apartment was dimly lit, a single lamp casting a warm glow over the disorganized space. Y/n sat cross-legged on the couch, her arms folded tightly across her chest as she glared at Jun-yeong. He leaned against the doorway, his signature smirk firmly in place, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his jacket as if he hadn’t just barged in uninvited.

“I told you to leave me alone,” y/n said sharply, though her voice wavered at the edges. She hated how he always made her feel—conflicted, uncertain. He was like a storm she couldn’t escape.

Jun-yeong shrugged, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “You say that, but you’re still here. And you let me in.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” she shot back, but the heat in her voice didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until he was standing just a few feet away. The air between them seemed to hum with tension. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it seemed to peel back her defenses with maddening ease.

“Doesn’t it?” he asked softly, his voice low and almost coaxing. “You could’ve slammed the door in my face. Could’ve walked away. But you didn’t.”

y/n looked away, her jaw tightening. She hated how right he was, how easily he read her, even when she didn’t understand her own emotions. “You’re impossible,” she muttered.

Jun-yeong took another step closer, his movements fluid and unhurried. “And yet, here I am.”

Her eyes flicked back to his, narrowed in frustration. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

He tilted his head, his smirk softening into something almost gentle. “Because I don’t want to.”

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as he reached out, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. It was such a small, intimate gesture, and yet it felt like it carried the weight of something much larger.

“Don’t,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but she didn’t pull away. “Don’t make me believe this is something it’s not.”

Jun-yeong’s hand lingered by her cheek, his fingers barely grazing her skin. “What if it’s exactly what it seems?” he asked quietly, his tone devoid of the usual playful edge. “What if I’m not lying this time?”

y/n shook her head, her hands clenching into fists on her lap. “You’re always lying. It’s what you do. I can’t—” Her voice broke, and she pressed her lips together, trying to hold herself together.

He crouched down in front of her, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “I know I’ve hurt you,” he said, his voice steady but soft. “And I know you don’t trust me. But I’m not going anywhere."

Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she looked at him, torn between wanting to believe him and wanting to protect herself. “You make everything so complicated,” she whispered.

Jun-yeong smiled faintly, his hand finding hers. She stiffened but didn’t pull away. “That’s because I don’t know how to do simple,” he said, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. “But I can try. For you.”

The tenderness in his voice, the vulnerability he rarely showed, made her heart ache. She hated how much she wanted to believe him, how much she wanted to let herself fall, despite the risks.

“Just… give me time,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, almost reluctantly, she allowed herself to relax, her fingers curling slightly around his. It wasn’t much, but it was enough—for now.

The rain poured relentlessly outside, its rhythmic patter filling the silence of the room. She sat on the floor, her back against the edge of the couch, knees pulled up to her chest. The dim glow of the streetlights filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows that danced on the walls. She stared blankly ahead, her mind heavy with thoughts she didn’t want to confront.

Jun-yeong stood a few feet away, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching her. His usual smirk was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an expression she couldn’t quite place—an almost pained softness.

“You’re just going to sit there and say nothing?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual, as though he was afraid to break her any more than she already seemed.

She didn’t answer. Her silence was louder than any words, and it made his chest tighten. He hated this—hated seeing her like this, hated that he didn’t know how to fix it.

He took a step closer, then another, until he was kneeling in front of her. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice a mix of frustration and something gentler, something almost pleading. “Talk to me.”

Her gaze shifted to him, her eyes red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears. “What’s the point?” she murmured, her voice cracking. “What’s the point of any of this? You… you lie, you manipulate, and I keep letting you. Why? Why do I keep letting you in?”

Her words hit him like a blow, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he sat down fully, resting his arms on his knees as he looked at her. “Because you see me,” he said quietly. “Not the version I show everyone else, not the lies. You see me.”

she let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t even know who you are. Not really.”

“Yes, you do,” Jun-yeong insisted, his tone firm but gentle. “You know more about me than anyone else ever has. You’re the only one who’s ever looked past all the bullshit.”

She pressed her palms to her face, letting out a shaky breath. “I’m so tired, Jun-yeong. I’m tired of trying to figure you out. Tired of wondering what’s real and what’s just another one of your games.”

He reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against hers as she lowered her hands. “This is real,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “What I feel for you… it’s real.”

Her breath hitched at his words, the raw emotion in his voice catching her off guard. She searched his eyes, looking for any trace of deception, but all she saw was vulnerability—a side of him he rarely, if ever, showed.

“Then why does it hurt so much?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Because I’m a mess,” he admitted, his tone laced with regret. “Because I don’t know how to love someone the way they deserve. But I’m trying, y/n. For you, I’m trying.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she looked at him, her walls crumbling under the weight of his honesty. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Jun-yeong leaned closer, his forehead resting lightly against hers. “You don’t have to decide right now,” he said softly. “But I’m here. And I’m not giving up on us.”

For a moment, the world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them in the quiet intimacy of shared pain and tentative hope. She didn’t know what the future held, but for now, she let herself lean into him, seeking solace in his presence.

[reobabesstuff]

chapter 6

It had been a long, draining week for Y/n. Everything felt off, like the world was slipping through her fingers, and she couldn’t keep up. The small things had begun to pile up—failed assignments, unfinished projects, misunderstandings with friends—and with each passing day, her sense of isolation grew. It wasn’t that she was truly alone, but it felt like everyone was moving on without her. Her friends had their own lives, and their own problems, and the distance between them seemed to grow no matter how hard she tried to bridge the gap.

She sat at her kitchen table, the room dimly lit by the fading afternoon light. Her phone lay in front of her, the screen cracked from an earlier accident. It had been hours since anyone had reached out, and the emptiness around her was almost suffocating.

The weight of everything pressed down on her—her inability to connect with those around her, the anxiety gnawing at her from every direction. She wanted to scream, to vent the frustration that had built up inside her. But there was no one to listen. There never was.

Her thoughts drifted to Jun-yeong.

She hated herself for it, but in the deepest part of her mind, she couldn’t deny that she thought about him more often than she should. The way he always seemed to know what to say, the way his words made her feel like he understood her in a way no one else could. Even if his presence made her uneasy, she couldn’t shake the pull he had on her.

She had pushed him away countless times. Told herself that he was toxic, that his manipulations were dangerous, that she didn’t need him. But right now, at this moment of weakness, she was struggling to convince herself that it was true.

Her phone buzzed, and Y/n glanced at the screen. It was a message from him.

"You seem off. Want to talk?"

The words were simple, but they hit her harder than she expected. He knew. He always seemed to know when she was struggling. He was always there, lurking in the shadows of her thoughts, offering a hand when she was most vulnerable.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she debated whether to respond. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear what he would say, but the isolation, the frustration, the crushing loneliness inside her pushed her to reply.

"I’m not okay."

There was no immediate response. Y/n’s heart raced, the silence stretching longer than she expected. Just when she thought he had ignored her, her phone buzzed again.

"I’ll be there in a few."

Y/n stared at the screen, her pulse quickening. She didn’t know what she expected from him, but the fact that he was coming—no questions asked, no judgment—felt like a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty.

She stood up, pacing around her small apartment, trying to calm herself. Her mind raced with doubts. Was this a good idea? Should she reach out to him? He wasn’t someone she should rely on, not when she was already feeling this fragile. But as the seconds ticked by, she couldn’t help the growing desperation. She needed someone. Anyone.

The knock at her door made her jump. It was him.

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before she opened the door. When she did, Jun-yeong stood there, leaning against the frame with his usual half-smirk, but his eyes—his eyes were different. They were softer, more knowing.

“I thought you might need me,” he said quietly, stepping inside when she didn’t say anything.

For a moment, they stood there, the weight of the unspoken tension hanging in the air. She couldn’t find the words to explain the mess of emotions swirling inside her, so she didn’t try. Instead, she just closed the door behind him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself be vulnerable.

She leaned against the door, her eyes focused on the floor. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just… I feel so alone, like nothing is going right.”

Jun-yeong didn’t say anything at first. He watched her carefully, his gaze unreadable, before walking closer. His presence, though unsettling at times, felt oddly comforting now. He was the only one who had ever been so persistent, so unwilling to let her slip away.

“You’re not alone,” he said, his voice low, almost gentle. “I’m here.”

Y/n looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “But you don’t understand. No one does. Everyone around me seems so caught up in their own lives. They don’t care.”

Jun-yeong’s expression shifted, something darker flickering in his eyes. “That’s because they’re not the ones who see you for who you really are. They don’t know you like I do.”

She shook her head, trying to push the feeling away, but it kept creeping in, this dangerous belief that maybe he was right. Maybe she didn’t have anyone else. Perhaps no one else cared in the way he did.

The thought made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t push it aside.

“I don’t want to need you,” she admitted quietly, almost as if to herself.

Jun-yeong stepped closer, his gaze softening just slightly. “You don’t have to want it. You just do. And that’s okay.”

The words hit her harder than she expected. She wanted to fight against it, to deny it, but there was an undeniable pull to him, a familiarity that made her feel understood in a way she had never felt before. He wasn’t here to fix her or save her. He was just… here. And that was enough for her at this moment.

“Don’t tell anyone,” she said, the vulnerability in her voice thick. “Please.”

Jun-yeong didn’t need to ask who she meant. He simply nodded, his expression unreadable but somehow reassuring. “I won’t. But you don’t have to carry this on your own. Not anymore.”

In that moment, despite everything she had told herself about him, despite the manipulations she knew he was capable of, she felt a strange comfort in his presence. She didn’t want to admit it, but she couldn’t deny that she needed him—just like he had said.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel completely alone.

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She sat on the couch, her knees pulled up to her chest, staring out the window. The streetlights outside cast a faint, warm glow through the curtains, but her mind was elsewhere.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, and without looking, she knew who it was. Jun-yeong. She had been trying to avoid him, trying to convince herself that she didn’t need him, but when she glanced down at the screen and saw his name, her heart skipped.

“I’m outside. Let me in.”

Y/n's breath caught in her throat. He knew things, and found ways into her life without her even realizing it. He always seemed to know when she was at her breaking point.

With a mixture of hesitation and something else—something she couldn’t name—she stood up and walked to the door. When she opened it, he was standing there, leaning against the frame, his dark eyes locking with hers. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The tension between them was thick, charged with unspoken words and emotions that neither wanted to acknowledge. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she stepped aside to let him in.

“Why are you here?” she asked, her voice a mix of frustration and curiosity, her arms crossed over her chest.

Jun-yeong didn’t respond right away. He simply closed the door behind him and looked at her with that same unreadable expression he always wore, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Because you need me,” he said softly, his voice low, almost soothing in its certainty.

Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t need you. I didn’t ask for your help.”

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “No, you didn’t. But I know you. You don’t need to say it. I can see it in your eyes.”

Before she could protest, he closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently brush her hair behind her ear, the touch surprisingly tender.

Her breath caught at the sudden intimacy. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed the warmth of someone else’s presence, the feeling of being cared for—cared about—despite the way he had manipulated her in the past. Despite everything, she felt herself drawn to him, unable to look away.

“You’ve been pushing people away,” Jun-yeong said softly, his voice almost a whisper as his thumb gently traced the curve of her cheek. “But you don’t have to do that with me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/n felt her heart beat faster as his hand lingered on her face. There was something in his gaze, something raw and vulnerable that made her want to lean into him, to allow herself to feel what she had been trying so desperately to deny.

“I don’t know if I can trust you,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching his for some sign of sincerity.

Jun-yeong’s hand slid down to her neck, his fingers tracing lightly over her skin. “You don’t have to trust me. But I’m here, aren’t I?”

She closed her eyes, the gentle pressure of his touch sending shivers down her spine. There was something about him, something magnetic, that made it hard to resist. The walls she had built up so carefully started to crumble, piece by piece.

Without thinking, her hand reached up to touch his, fingers brushing against his as if testing the reality of his presence.

“You can’t just walk into my life and expect me to fall for this,” she whispered, but her words were lacking the usual conviction.

Jun-yeong smiled, his eyes dark with something that made Y/n’s pulse quicken. “But you already have. Haven’t you?”

Before she could respond, he leaned down, his lips brushing softly against her forehead. It was gentle, almost too soft, but it sent a rush of warmth through her that made her feel both grounded and out of control at the same time.

“Just let me in,” he murmured, his voice low and insistent. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

The sincerity in his voice, the warmth of his touch, and the way he seemed to understand her better than anyone else made her heart ache. She didn’t know how to respond, but all of a sudden, the weight of her loneliness, her isolation, became too much to bear.

She closed the small distance between them, her lips brushing his in a kiss that was slow, uncertain at first. But as the kiss deepened, all the doubts and fears she had been holding onto melted away. She didn’t know where this was going, but for the first time in a long time, she didn’t care.

In that moment, it was just the two of them—no expectations, no manipulations. Just the feeling of connection, the overwhelming sense that, for once, she wasn’t alone.

[reobabesstuff]

Stalker

Oh jun yeong x reader

chapter 5

The night was quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears, heavy and still. Y/n had just finished her late shift at work, her mind already preoccupied with the restless thoughts that always followed Jun-yeong's presence. She had tried to keep him out, to push back the thoughts of him—but tonight, something felt different. Something pulled her toward him.

As she walked back to her apartment, the familiar streets felt unusually eerie, like the world was holding its breath. Her pace slowed when she saw him—standing at the same corner where they’d met before, almost like he’d been waiting for her. His figure was outlined by the streetlight, his face shadowed, but his eyes… they gleamed, as if they already knew the questions that would swirl in her mind.

"Jun-yeong," She said, her voice steady, even though she could feel the anxiety bubbling up in her chest. "What do you want from me?"

He didn’t immediately answer. Instead, he watched her approach, his gaze flickering from her eyes to the way her hands fidgeted, the way she stood a little too stiffly. He could sense her nervousness, the underlying curiosity she was trying so hard to hide.

“Come closer, y/n," he said softly, his voice a low hum that seemed to reverberate through her body. There was no malice in his tone—just an almost unplaceable calm. "I want to show you something."

Her heart skipped, but against her better judgment, she took a few steps closer. The tension between them was almost unbearable, the air thick with unspoken words. Her breath caught when he finally spoke again, his voice barely a whisper.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, not really. At first, I thought… maybe I was just curious. But after watching you, after learning more about you, I realize I want something else.”

Her brow furrowed, her instincts on edge. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear what he was about to say, but she was already too deep into the game he was playing.

“What are you saying?” she asked, her voice steady despite the wariness inside.

Jun-yeong took a slow step toward her, his presence more commanding than ever. He didn't answer her immediately. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the side of her face, his touch light but deliberate. The contact sent a shiver down her spine.

“I’ve watched you from the shadows,” he continued, his voice now softer, almost intimate. “I know your routines, your fears, your strengths. I’ve seen you try to distance yourself from me… but I think, deep down, you feel something too. Don’t you?”

Her breath caught in her throat, her mind racing. She tried to pull back, to brush off his words, but there was a flicker of truth in them that unsettled her.

“You’re wrong,” she said, the words feeling hollow even as they left her lips. “I’m not interested in whatever it is you’re doing. I’m not part of your games.”

Jun-yeong’s smile widened, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m not playing a game, y/n,” he said, his voice hardening, an edge to it now. “This is real. I want you, and I’ve been waiting for you to realize that too.”

Her heart hammered in her chest. “Want me?” she repeated, struggling to make sense of his confession. “For what?”

“For everything,” he replied, stepping even closer, his face now inches from hers. “For the way you make me feel… alive, more than I’ve ever felt before. I don’t need anything from you, y/n. I don’t need your forgiveness, your understanding. But I do want you—more than anything. And I won’t stop until you realize you want me too.”

She recoiled slightly, her thoughts a storm of confusion, fear, and something else she couldn’t quite place. “This isn’t normal,” she whispered, barely able to meet his gaze.

Jun-yeong didn’t seem offended. If anything, the look on his face softened, his hand falling away from her cheek to rest at his side. “I never promised you normal. I’m not here to fit into the box you want to place me in. But I’m not going anywhere, y/n.”

There was a long pause, the tension stretching out between them, thick and palpable. She felt her pulse racing, the fight inside her at war with the pull she felt toward him. She wanted to run. She wanted to push him away. But his words, his presence, made her question if she really could.

“I’ll be waiting,” he said, his voice a whisper now, his smile almost like a challenge. “You can fight it, you can pretend you don’t care, but I’ll always be here, y/n. And eventually, you’ll come to me. I know you will.”

With that, Jun-yeong turned and began to walk away, his steps echoing in the quiet of the night. Y/n stood there for a long time, her chest tight with a mix of emotions she couldn’t name. His words lingered, and despite every instinct to deny it, she knew they weren’t empty.

He was right. She wasn’t as unaffected as she wanted to believe.

As the night deepened, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Jun-yeong was already inside her head, and maybe… just maybe, he was right. She didn’t know what to do with the emotions he had awakened in her, but one thing was certain: things between them had changed. There was no turning back now.

It was a quiet afternoon when y/n found herself walking home from the local bookstore, the heavy weight of her thoughts lingering in the back of her mind. Lately, things had felt… off. Her interactions with friends had become increasingly strained, the distance between them growing for reasons she couldn’t quite understand. At times, she felt invisible, as if the world around her had moved on without her.

She sighed as she walked, her footsteps echoing down the sidewalk. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, breaking the silence. Y/n pulled it out, glancing at the message. It was from Jun-yeong. She had been trying to avoid him lately, but the little part of her that still felt a pull toward him made her open the message.

"You seem off today. Meet me at the usual place."

She hesitated. She didn’t want to face him, especially not when she was already feeling vulnerable. But something in his words intrigued her. Despite everything, despite the manipulations she had already seen, there was still that whisper of comfort in his presence—an unsettling comfort that made her want to seek him out.

With a resigned sigh, she decided to meet him. The place he mentioned was a secluded park near her apartment, a spot that felt distant from the rest of the world. When she arrived, she spotted him leaning against a tree, his hands in his pockets, his usual smirk in place.

“You’re late,” he remarked, but his tone lacked the usual bite. It was casual, almost too casual, as if he had been waiting forever and it didn’t matter.

“I didn’t want to come,” Y/n admitted, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. “But I’m here now. What do you want?”

Jun-yeong pushed off from the tree and stepped toward her, his eyes unreadable. “I just wanted to check in on you. You’ve been distant lately.”

Y/n looked away, unwilling to meet his gaze. “I’ve been busy.”

"Busy with what?" His voice was calm, almost soothing, but there was something unsettling beneath it, like a predator biding its time. "Everyone else around you seems to have their own lives. But you… you’re alone. Aren’t you?"

Her heart skipped a beat. The words hit her harder than she expected. She wasn’t sure why, but the way he phrased it—the certainty in his voice—made her feel small, like a forgotten puzzle piece no one bothered to pick up.

“I’m not alone,” she replied quickly, her voice shaking a little. “I have friends, people who care about me.”

Jun-yeong's smile didn’t reach his eyes. "Do they? Really? Or do they only pretend to care when it’s convenient? I’ve been watching you, y/n. I see how they treat you. They don’t need you, not really."

Y/n's stomach twisted. She hated the way his words made her doubt herself. But she forced herself to speak, to stand her ground. “I don’t need them either.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Is that so? Tell me, how long has it been since one of them actually reached out to you without a reason? How long has it been since someone cared enough to check on you without expecting something in return?"

Y/n's mind raced as the questions sank in. She had been the one reaching out to her friends lately, always the one initiating the conversations, the plans. She had told herself it was fine, that she was just being considerate, but… maybe Jun-yeong was right. Maybe they didn’t care as much as she thought they did.

"You’re wrong," she said weakly, but her voice faltered.

Jun-yeong took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “You’re not wrong, y/n. You know deep down that you’re alone. No one needs you. Not like I do.”

The words were like a punch to the gut. Despite her attempt to remain indifferent, she felt the weight of his words pressing down on her chest, suffocating her.

He tilted his head, studying her with an intensity that made her skin crawl, but also made her feel strangely seen. “You think you’re just one of many to them. You’re expendable, a convenience. But with me? You’re different. I’m the only one who’s ever truly noticed you.”

His words were calculated, carefully crafted to twist her reality. Y/n felt the familiar stirrings of doubt rise up again. He was right, wasn’t he? Everyone else had their lives, their relationships. She was just a shadow in their world. But Jun-yeong? He understood her. He saw through the walls she built around herself, and in his twisted way, he wanted her. Didn’t he?

“No one else sees you like I do,” he continued, stepping even closer, his voice now a whisper in her ear. “And no one else ever will.”

Y/n took a shaky breath, trying to force her mind to clear. She didn’t want to feel this way. She didn’t want to give in to him, to his words that made her doubt everything she knew about herself. But deep down, in the quiet corners of her mind, she couldn’t deny the seed of truth he had planted.

“You’re… wrong,” she repeated, but it was more of a plea than a statement.

Jun-yeong smirked, his gaze sharp as he took in her conflicted expression. “Am I? Or are you just scared of facing the truth?”

Y/n swallowed hard, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her. She wanted to run, to escape, but something inside her held her in place. She didn’t want to admit it, but his words had gotten under her skin, like a poison creeping into her bloodstream.

“You don’t need anyone else,” Jun-yeong said softly, almost tenderly. “You just need me.”

For the first time, y/n wasn’t sure if she could trust her own feelings. She wanted to hate him, to walk away and never look back. But a part of her was beginning to believe him, despite herself.

Jun-yeong watched her for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before finally speaking again, his voice gentle but heavy with something unspoken.

“I’m always here, y/n.”

As the words settled between them, y/n felt herself teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something she wasn’t sure she could escape from.

And somehow, she knew that, just like every other time before, Jun-yeong had won this round.

[reobabesstuff]

chapter 4

The days dragged on, and the weight of Jun-yeong's cryptic messages and unpredictable behavior lingered in the back of Y/n’s mind. She tried to focus on other things, tried to push the anxiety aside, but it was always there, a constant hum that made it hard to relax. He had a way of getting under her skin, of making her think about him even when she didn’t want to.

Her routine became more rigid, her steps more cautious as she moved through her day-to-day life. She couldn’t let him win. She couldn’t let him control her, no matter how much he tried to insinuate himself into her thoughts. But even with her defenses up, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was getting closer—closer to breaking through the walls she had built around herself.

It was a rainy evening when it happened. Y/n was walking home from work, her mind preoccupied with the mundane thoughts of the day when she suddenly heard the soft crunch of footsteps behind her. She froze, her heart racing in her chest, her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

Jun-yeong.

She didn’t know why, but in that moment, she didn’t feel the same fear she had before. Maybe it was the rain, or maybe it was because she had started to accept the idea that he wasn’t going to leave her alone. But this time, she didn’t run. Instead, she turned slowly, meeting his gaze as he stopped a few feet away from her, his expression unreadable.

“Are you following me again?” Y/n asked, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart.

Jun-yeong’s lips curved into a small, almost playful smile. “Following you?” he repeated, his tone light. “I prefer to think of it as… keeping an eye on you.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, studying him as the rain soaked his hair and clothes. He looked like he didn’t care about the storm, standing there with that same eerie calmness. She had to admit—there was something unsettlingly magnetic about him. He was dangerous, but there was something in the way he looked at her that made her feel… alive.

“What do you want?” she asked again, her voice a little more fragile this time, a little less certain.

Jun-yeong took a step closer, his eyes glinting in the dim light from the streetlamps. “What do I want, Y/n?” he repeated, his voice quiet now, almost intimate. “I want to understand you. I want to know what makes you tick. Why you act like you don’t care, when I can see it in your eyes. You’re just as tangled up in this as I am.”

Her breath hitched in her throat as his words sunk in. She hadn’t realized it before, but he was right. There was something in her—the same curiosity, the same need to understand him that had been gnawing at her ever since their first encounter. She didn’t want to admit it, but part of her was intrigued by him. Part of her wanted to know the twisted workings of his mind, to understand why he was the way he was.

But another part of her—perhaps the smarter, safer part—knew that to delve too deeply into him was to risk losing herself.

“I don’t need you to understand me,” she said, her voice firm despite the uncertainty inside. “I don’t need anyone to. And I’m not going to let you make me feel like I do.”

Jun-yeong didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he closed the gap between them, his presence overwhelming. He reached out, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle. Y/n didn’t flinch, though every nerve in her body screamed at her to step back.

“You’re lying,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper now. “You’re not fooling me, Y/n. You want to understand me, just as much as I want to understand you.”

Her chest tightened, the words leaving her feeling exposed in a way she hadn’t expected. She was used to keeping her walls up, but Jun-yeong was starting to chip away at them, piece by piece.

“You don’t know anything about me,” Y/n said, though the words came out more uncertain than she’d intended.

Jun-yeong smiled, a look of quiet satisfaction in his eyes. “Oh, but I do. And that’s what makes it so interesting.”

Before she could respond, he took a step back, the playful glint never leaving his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I’ll be here, watching, waiting. And sooner or later, you’ll want to know what happens next.”

With that, he turned and disappeared into the rain, leaving her standing alone in the street, her heart pounding, her thoughts racing.

In the days that followed, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. The lines between them had blurred in a way that unsettled her. She was no longer sure if she hated him, or if, in some strange way, she was beginning to crave his attention. It was a dangerous thought, one she tried to push away, but it kept coming back, like a persistent echo in the back of her mind.

She was walking a thin line, teetering between fear and fascination, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep herself balanced. Jun-yeong had gotten under her skin, and now there was no way to escape it.

The rain had been relentless all day, pounding the city in a steady rhythm that made the streets slick and the air heavy with tension. Y/n had expected it to be just another lonely evening—maybe a quiet walk home, maybe another few hours spent lost in thought. But as she rounded the corner near her apartment, she saw him again.

Jun-yeong stood in the shadows of a nearby alley, his silhouette barely visible against the backdrop of streetlights and rain. He wasn’t exactly hiding; it was as if he was waiting, patient and knowing that she’d come.

When she spotted him, her heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. He looked the same as always—calm, composed, almost unnervingly so—but something in the way he was standing, the way he seemed to be waiting for her, made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she couldn’t explain.

Without thinking, she walked towards him, her feet moving on their own accord, driven by the strange pull he always seemed to have over her.

“You’ve been watching me again, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice low but steady. There was no fear this time—just exhaustion, maybe even curiosity.

Jun-yeong’s lips curled into a smile, the familiar glint in his eyes that both comforted and unnerved her. “I’m not stalking you, Vaunne. I’m… observing. There’s a difference.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite behind it. “You’re really starting to sound like a creep.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Maybe I am. But you wouldn’t walk toward me if you didn’t want to know what happens next.”

Y/n hesitated, standing just a few feet away from him now. She could feel the electricity in the air between them—thick and charged, as if the very space they occupied was alive with unspoken tension.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she whispered, her voice softer than she intended. “You make me feel… things I shouldn’t feel.”

His eyes darkened, a flash of something—maybe desire, maybe something darker—crossing his face. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his breath warm against her skin. “And what exactly is it that you’re feeling, Y/n?”

The proximity was intoxicating. Y/n could barely think with him standing this close, the air between them heavy, suffocating almost. Her pulse quickened, and despite every instinct telling her to pull away, she found herself leaning in just slightly, drawn to him, unable to stop herself.

Before she knew it, his hand was on her arm, his touch firm yet gentle, almost like he was grounding her in that moment. She didn’t pull away—couldn’t.

“I told you I wasn’t going anywhere,” Jun-yeong murmured, his voice like a soft caress. “And I think you’re starting to realize you don’t want me to.”

Y/n’s breath hitched as his fingers slid to her wrist, holding her in place. His other hand reached up to gently cup her face, his touch lingering. There was something so intensely intimate about the moment, something that felt almost too raw to bear.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she didn’t look away. There was a pull between them, an undeniable magnetism that made her want to lean into him, to let the world around them fade away.

He tilted her chin up slightly, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, tracing the outline like he was committing every detail of her to memory. Y/n could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, a strange mix of shame and desire swirling in her stomach. She had always told herself she would never give in to him, never let him get this close, but now, in this moment, she wasn’t so sure.

“You don’t have to be scared, Y/n,” Jun-yeong whispered, his voice soft and almost tender. “I’m not going to hurt you… unless you want me to.”

Her body tensed at his words, but the way he spoke them—so calm, so sure—only made the tension between them grow. His touch lingered on her skin, his fingers gently caressing the curve of her jaw, and it was almost too much. She closed her eyes for a second, her mind fighting against the raw attraction she felt toward him.

“What if I don’t know what I want?” Y/n whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Jun-yeong’s lips brushed against her ear, sending a wave of shivers through her body. “Then you’ll have to figure it out, Y/n. And I’ll be here when you do.”

He leaned in, his lips just inches from hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze. The rain continued to fall around them, the sound of it mixing with the rapid beat of her heart.

And then, without warning, he stepped back, breaking the moment before it could become something more. Y/n’s breath came out in a sharp exhale, the tension between them still palpable in the air.

Jun-yeong’s eyes held hers for a long moment, and then, with a small smirk, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving her standing there, her heart racing, her thoughts spinning.

Y/n stood still for a long time after he left, her mind reeling. She didn’t know what had just happened, or why her body felt like it was still buzzing from the briefest of touches. But she knew one thing for sure: Jun-yeong had changed everything. And whether she liked it or not, she was already too deep to pull away.

[reobabesstuff]

Stalker

Oh Jun Yeong x Reader

chapter 3

The next few days passed in a haze of uncertainty for Y/n. She couldn’t escape the feeling that something was steadily closing in on her. The encounters with Jun-yeong had left a mark, the tension building in the pit of her stomach. Every time she stepped outside, she half expected to see him standing there, watching her. But it wasn’t just that; it was the unsettling fact that her mind kept drifting back to him, trying to decipher his motives, trying to understand why someone like him would focus on her.

She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeper, something beneath the surface of his actions, but she couldn’t figure out what.

Then, one night, she received another message.

I know where you live.

Her blood ran cold as she stared at the text, her hand trembling. The words were simple, but they were enough to send a rush of panic through her. She couldn’t even remember how he had found out where she lived, but the fact that he knew made her feel exposed in a way she hadn’t before.

She quickly glanced around her apartment, checking the locks, checking the windows, the door—everything seemed in place. But she couldn’t help the paranoia creeping in. Was he watching her right now? Was he outside, waiting?

Y/n couldn’t let this continue. She wasn’t going to be his victim, caught up in his twisted mind games. She knew she needed to confront him, to make him understand that she wasn’t going to be afraid of him anymore.

She grabbed her coat and made her way outside, determination hardening her features. She had to find him.

Her steps were quick and steady as she walked through the quiet streets, the weight of her decision pressing on her chest. The cold air bit at her skin, but it did little to numb the knot of anxiety twisting in her gut.

As she turned a corner, she saw him—standing there, casually leaning against the same lamppost from the other night, as though he had been waiting for her. His eyes locked onto hers the moment she appeared, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

“You know,” he said, his voice light and almost playful, “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.”

“I’m not going to play your games anymore,” Y/n said, her voice shaking but resolute. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. “You’ve had your fun. But I’m done.”

Jun-yeong chuckled, pushing off from the lamppost with a fluid movement, his eyes never leaving hers. “Done?” he repeated, as if the concept of her walking away from him was something he couldn’t quite comprehend. “You think you can just walk away?”

Y/n didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she glared at him, willing herself not to flinch, to stand her ground. “I’m not afraid of you anymore.”

He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her words. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement, perhaps—but it quickly faded, replaced by something darker, more predatory.

“You think you’re not afraid of me?” he asked softly, his voice low. “I know you, Y/n. You’re scared. You’ve been scared since the moment I first saw you.”

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. He was right. She was scared—terrified, even—but not of him, not in the way he thought. It wasn’t fear of his threats or his twisted games that kept her on edge. It was the uncertainty, the feeling that she couldn’t predict his next move. The power he seemed to have over her, the way he was always one step ahead.

“I’m not scared of you,” she repeated, though it sounded less convincing this time.

Jun-yeong took a step closer, closing the space between them. His eyes bored into hers, his presence overwhelming. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin.

“You should be,” he murmured.

Her breath hitched as she stood frozen, her heartbeat thundering in her chest. She didn’t want to give in to the fear, but something in the way he spoke, the way he looked at her, made her feel small and vulnerable.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she said again, this time with more conviction. She took a deep breath and pulled away from him, taking a step back.

Jun-yeong didn’t follow her, though. Instead, he stood there, his eyes narrowing in contemplation, as if she had said something that intrigued him.

“You’re a lot stronger than I thought,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I’ll give you that.”

Y/n took another step back, her heart still racing. “This ends now. I don’t care what you want, Jun-yeong. I’m not your game, and I’m not your prey.”

For a moment, he just stared at her, a cold, unreadable expression on his face. Then, without warning, he gave a small smile, almost too faint to notice.

“You’ll regret this,” he said, his voice soft but with an edge that sent a chill down her spine. “You’ll come to me eventually. And when you do, I’ll be waiting.”

With that, he turned and walked away, his footsteps quiet but certain, disappearing into the night. Y/n stood there for a long moment, the words hanging in the air like a dark promise.

But for the first time since this madness had begun, she felt a spark of something else—something that wasn’t fear. It was determination.

She wasn’t going to let him control her. Not now, not ever.

But deep down, a part of her wondered—What happens when he comes back?

The days that followed were eerily quiet, the kind of silence that felt like the calm before a storm. Y/n had expected Jun-yeong to retaliate, to push her boundaries again, but his absence was almost worse than his presence. It made her paranoid, made her second-guess every decision she made. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still watching her, lurking in the shadows, waiting for her to make the next move.

It wasn’t until she was heading home one evening, the sky already darkening with the onset of night, that she felt the familiar sensation of being followed. Her steps quickened instinctively, but it didn’t help. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on her back.

When she turned the corner of the street leading to her apartment building, she froze.

There he was.

Jun-yeong stood casually in front of the entrance, his arms crossed, as if he had been waiting for her. The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement, painting him in a muted glow that made his presence feel even more menacing.

“Looking for me?” he asked, his voice a lazy drawl, as though they were old acquaintances catching up.

Y/n's heart slammed against her ribcage, but she didn’t let him see her fear. She forced herself to walk towards him, every step a battle against the instincts telling her to turn around and run.

“What do you want, Jun-yeong?” she asked, her voice trembling only slightly.

He smirked, eyes glinting with amusement as he took a slow step toward her, closing the distance between them. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re different from the others. You’re… interesting.”

Y/n’s fists clenched at her sides, the desire to push him away burning in her chest. “I’m not interested in whatever game you think you’re playing.”

“Who says I’m playing a game?” Jun-yeong’s eyes sparkled with a hint of something sinister. “Maybe I’m just trying to understand you.”

Y/n’s stomach twisted. “I don’t need your understanding.”

His smile faltered for a brief moment, and for the first time, Y/n saw a flicker of something more than just amusement in his eyes. It was almost… sad.

“You’re wrong, Y/n,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You don’t need me to understand you. But you need to understand something else.”

She stood frozen, trying to read his expression, trying to make sense of what he meant. What could he possibly think he knew about her? What was it that he wanted her to understand?

Jun-yeong took another step closer, his presence overwhelming, but this time, there was no trace of mockery in his voice. “I’m not like the others. I don’t do this for fun. I do it because I’m trying to figure out why you make me feel this way.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless. “What way?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm in a light, almost tentative touch. It sent a shiver down her spine, but this time, she didn’t pull away.

“There’s something about you,” he said softly, almost like he was speaking to himself. “Something that makes me want to… protect you.”

Y/n’s head spun, the implications of his words crashing over her like a wave. She didn’t know how to respond. What did he mean by that? Was this all some twisted confession? Or was he just toying with her, like he had been doing all along?

But before she could speak, Jun-yeong stepped back, as if realizing how close he was, how vulnerable he had allowed himself to become in that moment.

“You’re so confusing, Y/n,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “You make it so hard to figure you out.”

Without another word, he turned and walked away, his footsteps fading into the night. Y/n stood there, motionless, as the last of the tension in the air seemed to dissipate.

She didn’t know what to make of it. She didn’t know if he had meant what he said or if it was just another part of his manipulation. But one thing was clear: Jun-yeong wasn’t done with her.

And as much as she hated to admit it, part of her didn’t want him to be.

The next few days were filled with the weight of Jun-yeong’s cryptic words. Y/n couldn’t escape the feeling that his confession—if it could be called that—had triggered something deeper in her as well. Was it fear? Was it intrigue? Or was it something more dangerous?

She tried to ignore it, tried to tell herself that she was just being paranoid, but every time she stepped outside, she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder, wondering if he was nearby. And every time she felt the creeping sensation that someone was watching her, she knew—he was close.

And just when she thought she might finally get a moment of peace, her phone buzzed.

I think you’re starting to understand now.

The message was short, but it hit her like a ton of bricks.

She wasn’t sure whether she hated the fact that he knew her so well or the fact that she might be starting to understand him too.

[reobabesstuff]

Stalker

Oh Jun Yeong x Reader

Chapter 2

The next few days felt like a blur, the heavy feeling of being watched never quite leaving Y/n’s chest. She’d changed her routine, avoiding the café where the man had been the last time, trying to reassure herself that it was just a coincidence. But every corner she turned, every shadow that seemed to stretch too far, reminded her that the world was no longer as safe as it once seemed.

Her phone remained quiet for most of the day, but the feeling never lifted. And then, one evening, as she walked home from work, she saw him again.

He was standing across the street, leaning against a lamppost, his eyes fixed on her as she made her way down the familiar road. He wasn’t pretending to be inconspicuous—he stood there with a casual confidence, his gaze unwavering, the same twisted smile playing at the corner of his lips. He didn’t hide the fact that he was watching her. In fact, it was as if he wanted her to know.

Y/n's heart dropped into her stomach as she froze mid-step. Every instinct screamed at her to turn and walk away, but something kept her rooted to the spot, her eyes locked onto his.

He didn’t move, didn’t speak, but his presence was overwhelming. It was as if the world had narrowed down to the space between them, and she was caught in his web, unable to break free.

She gathered herself, forcing her legs to start moving again, but this time with a purpose. Her mind raced—was this the same man who had sent her the text? The one who had been following her? And why now, why today? Was he trying to get her attention? Or was he simply playing with her, like a puppet on a string?

As she walked past him, she could feel his eyes on her, still lingering, burning into her skin. She tried to keep her face expressionless, her steps purposeful, but her heart was pounding in her ears.

"Y/n."

Her name. Spoken softly, but it cut through the air like a knife.

She stopped dead in her tracks. His voice—calm, smooth—sent a shiver of both recognition and fear down her spine. She didn’t turn around. She couldn’t.

"Why are you following me?" Her voice was stronger than she felt, but it didn’t stop her hands from shaking. "What do you want?"

Jun-yeong took a step closer, his shoes tapping softly against the pavement. He wasn’t in a rush. He was enjoying this.

"You don’t have to be afraid," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I’m not going to hurt you."

The words didn’t reassure her in the slightest. If anything, they made her feel more exposed, like a prey animal, vulnerable and cornered. What did he want from her? Why did he think this was some game?

"I’m not afraid of you," she snapped, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. "Just stay away from me."

He was standing only a few feet away now, his dark eyes reflecting the streetlights as he regarded her with a kind of detached curiosity.

"Is that how you feel?" he asked, almost mockingly, like he found her resistance amusing. "You don’t even know me. How could you be so sure?"

y/n felt a surge of anger. How could he act so nonchalant? So confident? She wanted to lash out, but something held her back. She didn’t know how far he was willing to push, or what he was capable of. But one thing was clear—he wasn’t going to stop until she confronted him.

"What do you want with me?" she demanded, her voice trembling but fierce. "Why are you doing this?"

Jun-yeong didn’t respond right away. He studied her, his gaze calculating, as if weighing his words carefully. And then, finally, he spoke—his voice soft, almost gentle.

"I don’t want anything from you," he said, his tone completely at odds with the tension in the air. "I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice."

Y/n blinked, thrown off by the response. It didn’t make sense. He was playing some twisted game with her, toying with her emotions, and it made her skin crawl.

"I noticed," she said, her voice colder now. "And I don’t want any part of this."

A flicker of something passed across his face—a glimmer of amusement or perhaps disappointment—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He didn’t move closer, didn��t push her further. He just stood there, watching her with a mixture of fascination and something else, something she couldn’t quite understand.

"I don’t think you really mean that," he said, his voice quiet but somehow penetrating. "You’ll see. You’ll realize why this is happening."

Without waiting for her response, he turned and walked away, his pace leisurely, as if the encounter had been nothing more than a casual conversation. Y/n stood frozen, her pulse racing in her ears, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning—that he would be back.

And the worst part? He was right. She couldn’t ignore him. She couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place in her mind, but none of it made sense. Why had he chosen her? What did he want from her? And, most terrifying of all, how far was he willing to go to get what he wanted?

As she made her way home that night, the weight of his presence lingered, a constant, unsettling reminder that Jun-yeong wasn’t just an observer—he was someone who would stop at nothing to be a part of her world, whether she wanted him there or not.

[reobabesstuff]

Stalker Oh Jun Yeong X Reader

Chapter 1

The next morning, Y/n was jolted awake by the sound of her phone buzzing on the bedside table. She had slept poorly, her dreams tangled with strange, fragmented images that left her feeling disoriented. Reaching for her phone, she rubbed her eyes, still half asleep as she glanced at the notification.

I see you.

Her heart skipped a beat, the message sending a cold shiver through her. It was a cryptic, unsettling text from an unknown number. The words seemed to linger in the air, heavy with an ominous weight. She stared at the screen for a few seconds, trying to process the meaning behind the message, but it felt like her mind was moving too slowly.

She didn’t know who it was. She didn’t know why someone would send her something so strange, so chilling. She opened her contact list to see if it was anyone she recognized—no luck. The number was completely unfamiliar. Her stomach tightened with unease, the disquiet gnawing at her.

She’d been in situations before, had people make strange comments or send uncomfortable messages, but this felt different. Something about the simplicity of it—I see you—spelled out a deeper, more dangerous meaning. A part of her dismissed it, telling herself it was probably some random prank, but another part of her felt that strange, nagging suspicion that there was more to this than met the eye.

Y/n decided to ignore it for now. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it wasn’t meant for her. She went about her morning routine, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that clung to her, but her mind kept circling back to the message.

By the time she left for work, the feeling of being watched intensified. The world seemed the same—people walking down the street, the noise of cars, the familiar buzz of the city—but something was off. She couldn’t pinpoint it. She just knew that something had shifted.

As she made her way into the office, she tried to focus on the tasks at hand. But her mind kept drifting, wondering who would have sent that message. She checked her phone repeatedly, just to make sure there were no new texts, no sign that whoever it was had contacted her again. But it stayed quiet.

At lunch, she went to the same café she always visited, hoping to ground herself in something familiar. She ordered her usual—a black coffee and a small pastry—and sat near the window, watching the people outside. The sun was bright, the world full of life, but all she could feel was a subtle tension in the air, the gnawing sense that someone was watching her.

She glanced up briefly, catching sight of a man sitting across the café. His face was familiar. She couldn’t place where she had seen him before, but there was something unsettling about the way he was staring at her. His gaze wasn’t just a passing glance—it was intense, purposeful. It made her skin crawl.

He was seated by the window, one hand resting casually on the table, the other holding a cup of coffee. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes never left her. There was a flicker of recognition, something she couldn’t name, but it sent a shiver down her spine. As their eyes met for a moment, he didn’t look away. Instead, his lips curled into a faint smile, almost as if he were acknowledging something she couldn’t yet understand.

She quickly averted her gaze, her heart rate picking up as the tension in her chest grew. She felt her palms growing clammy, her breathing shallow. Had he been watching her before? Was he the one who had sent the message? She didn’t know, but the feeling of unease was undeniable.

She tried to shake it off, telling herself she was just being paranoid. It was a busy café; people were just being people. But there was something about him, something about the way he sat so still, so deliberately, that made her feel like she was the target of something bigger. The longer she stared, the more his presence seemed to press in on her, suffocating her.

When she stood up to leave, she noticed him standing as well, moving in the same direction. He wasn’t following her directly, but his movements were synchronized with hers, as if he were always a step behind her. Her pulse quickened, her instincts screaming that something was off.

She turned a corner and walked faster, her thoughts racing. Was she imagining it? Was he really following her, or was it just her anxiety making everything feel worse?

But when she reached her building, she turned around one last time, catching a glimpse of him again across the street. He wasn’t moving any faster, wasn’t making a direct approach, but he was still there—watching. And in that moment, the unsettling realization hit her: this wasn’t paranoia. He was watching her. And he had been for some time.

The weight of the message from the morning—the one that had seemed so distant and abstract—suddenly became all too real. He had been watching her for longer than she realized. The connection between the text and the stranger in the café was no longer just a coincidence.

Suddenly, she wished she hadn’t ignored the warning signs. Because now she was tangled in something far darker than she could have imagined, and the person responsible for it was far closer than she could have guessed.

[reobabesstuff]

Stalker Oh Jun Yeong X Reader --------------------------------------------------- warnings: Stalking, curse words, psychopathic behavior. ---------------------------------------------------

Introduction

The night was quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of Jun-yeong’s fingers on his keyboard. His eyes were glued to the screen, his mind lost in the dark corners of the digital world he thrived in. His hands danced across the keys effortlessly, as if the complexities of hacking came as naturally to him as breathing. But tonight, he wasn’t just manipulating code or stealing information. Tonight, he was watching her.

Y/n. The woman whose phone he had found, discarded carelessly in a café. He didn’t know why he picked it up. Maybe it was the thrill of something new, something that didn’t belong to him. Maybe it was the way she had looked that day—her eyes, her smile, the way she moved through the world with a quiet confidence that intrigued him. She didn’t know him, didn’t know that he was watching, and yet he couldn’t look away.

With the phone in his hand, he had dug deep into her life. Her contacts, her photos, her texts—it was all there for the taking. He’d mapped her out, learning her routines, her favorite places, the people she talked to. Every detail was a small piece of a puzzle he couldn’t stop assembling. The thrill of knowing everything about her made him feel alive in a way nothing else did. He didn’t need a reason. He didn’t need a purpose. Watching her was enough.

Tonight, he sat in his dark room, surrounded by the glow of multiple monitors, waiting for her. She didn’t know him, but he knew everything about her. Her work schedule. Her favorite café. The way she responded to texts. Even her deepest secrets, buried in her personal files. He had seen it all. She was his, in a way. He had already won. All he had to do was wait for the right moment to make his presence known.

As the hours passed, he grew restless. He couldn’t help but feel that something was missing. The screens in front of him, filled with her pictures and messages, no longer satisfied him. He needed more. He needed her to notice him, to feel the weight of his gaze. He needed her to know that he existed, that he was watching, that he was there.

His phone buzzed—Y/n had just posted something on social media. A picture of herself, smiling, carefree, unaware that someone was watching her every move from the shadows. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the screen. There she was, so close yet so far. The thrill surged through him again, and for a moment, a twisted sense of satisfaction washed over him.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He could send her a message, pretend to be someone else, someone who cared. But he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to play games. He wanted to be real. He wanted her to know that he was here, in her world, in her life, without her even realizing it.

He typed quickly, a single line of text appearing on her phone screen.

I see you.

It was simple, cold, but it was enough. He watched as her phone buzzed, the notification appearing. His heart raced. What would she do? Would she panic? Would she confront him? The thought of her responding, of her acknowledging his presence, made his skin tingle with anticipation.

He didn’t care about her reaction. It wasn’t about getting her to like him. It was about control. It was about knowing that he could reach her, invade her world in ways that no one else could. He was the invisible force in her life, the shadow that hovered just beyond her vision, and that was enough for him.

As the minutes ticked by, Jun-yeong leaned back in his chair, a twisted smile curling at the corner of his lips. He wasn’t looking for love, for connection. He wasn’t even looking for anything logical. He was just watching, waiting, feeding off the chaos he was about to bring into her world.

And Y/n had no idea that her life was about to unravel, all because of a lost phone and a man who had nothing but an unrelenting obsession.

[reobabesstuff]

Cuddling with Blue Lock boys

Pt. 2

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Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, x g!n reader

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Isagi Yoichi

The blue-haired boy was fast asleep after returning from a tough practice day. You peeked at him from his shoulder, "he is asleep" You laid on your back and let a sigh out. It was the third day! THIRD DAY! without any cuddles. you knew he was torn out because of the practice but you deserved some cuddles.

You glanced at his sleeping figure, you were supposed to be mad at him but he looked cute while sleeping. You hugged him from behind and wrapped your arms around his torso. You felt his body relaxing against your touch.

He murmured something in his sleep and held your hand. he curled into a ball and pulled your hands closer to his chest. You smiled, "won't give me a chance to be mad at you" You closed your eyes.

"no. I won't" he said in a sleepy voice. "Go to sleep, Mr. Striker," you scolded him. He chuckled softly and pulled you over his torso, "Isagi?" You raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, I didn't give you much attention these days" he said in a low voice.

And you thought he didn't care, "no need, Mr. Striker, I know you were busy" you caressed his cheeks. "... Let's go on a date.." he suggested, "your practice?" You asked.

"It's off tomorrow and I want to spend time with you" he caressed your hand which was on his cheeks. "Ah, I missed your touch" he snuggled into your palm, and you felt your cheeks getting hotter.

"so ... Be ready for a date?" He looked at you with his tired eyes and a weak smile. "Boy, you are so tired, sleep" You hopped beside him and pulled him closer to you. He snuggled into your neck and fast asleep, while you played with his hair giving a soft massage.

Bachira Meguru

In the middle of the night, this boy would definitely wrap his arms around you and pull you against his chest. He loves the smell of your hair and occasionally sniffs them. It isn't creepy, it's rather cute. In the morning, the moment you try to get off the bed he would pretend to be asleep and embrace you tightly. "Meguru, I will be late" you sighed. "Hmm ~ 5 minutes more" he whined and buried his face into your neck. "Only 5 minutes" you repeated. "Yea only 5 minutes" he grinned mischievously, "now I don't have a good feeling about it" you mumbled. "Why is that? I just want your affection, no harm" his voice purred. His warmth made you melt into his touch. He knew what he was doing to you, and you knew that too. "Yep 5 minutes over" *he pulled away and went to the bathroom. "What a cruel being" You sat on the bed, brushed your hair back, and leaned back on the bed your palm resting against the soft mattress. It felt empty to stay away from him, his mere presence would ease you. You wished to stay in his arms forever but that's just not how the world works.

After you're back from work and Bachira is done with practice, he will cling to you while you're busy doing your work. He would try to ask the silliest question known to human beings to grab your attention, embrace your waist, and tell you about whatever happened at the practice.

[reobabesstuff]

Ness Alexis x G!n Reader

Warning: Obsessive behaviour, stalking, Ness Being a freak.

His eyes soften as he found the familiar figure sitting on the bench as usual, playing with the little puppy. He adored your soft smile at the creature as it curled around your feet. You patted the puppy on the top of its head.

He clenched his hold on the phone as he imagined himself in the puppy place. Would you pat him gently too? Would smile at him like that too? He clicked a few pictures of you. He signed and pulled his body behind the bushes. Scrolling through his gallery, filled with your pictures.

You stole his heart the first day he saw you, walking in hurry and bumping into him. You had walked away but his eyes never left you.

He found out everything about you in less than a day. Every day you would come to the park to play with the puppies and he would find an opportunity to click a few pictures of you.

He always looks forward to make a little conversation with you but is left flattered just by looking at you.

He gently touched the phone screen with your picture. "I...I can't wait anymore..." He bit his bottom lip almost making it bleed.

On another day, Ness walked into the cafe. He found an empty spot and took his seat. "um...excuse me..." he heard a voice turning his head towards the source of the voice, he found you. He skipped his heartbeat as he saw you.

"I left my notebook here...can you pass it?" you pointed at the notebook on the table. He was a blushing mess, you were talking to him?? "s-s-sure..." he grabbed the notebook and passed it to you. As you grabbed the notebook your finger brushed against his and he almost screamed. He immediately released his grip and covered his mouth.

You looked at him confusingly. "thanks" you murmured and left the cafe. Ness was still processing, you touch his finger!?

YOU TOUCHED HIS FINGERS ?! There is no way in hell he would ever wash his hand. Ness being a freak brought his finger closer to his nose and inhaled your touch. A lewd low sound leaving his lips.

"Aw...more...I want more..." he whispered. His eyes trailed out of the window to look at you, walking away. His purple eyes stared at you as he bit his bottom lip.

[reobabesstuff]

Reader Flirting with Bllk boys

They're not in relationship with the reader.

Characters: Rin Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Nagi Seishiro,

Rinnie

He was confused, looking at the person trapping him with their hands against the wall. He squinted at the person trying to remember if he had ever encountered any meeting with the person.

"you don't remember me?" They cooked their head, "no idea" Rin bluntly replied. "Well it doesn't matter, I gotta remind you who I am", they smiled mischievously. "whoever or whatever you are! I don't care... I have the practice to attend" rin States.

"Of course, you can but after you attend me" their lips curled into a small smirk. Rin unbelievably looked at the person. They grabbed Rin's tie and pulled him to their height. "I didn't know your mother was an artist " they remarked.

"what the fuck do you mean?" Rin raised his bow, "I mean she literally made a masterpiece" they confidently said. Rin pulled his tie from their grip, "I don't have time for your lukewarm bullshit" he walked away. But they saw the red taint on his cheeks.

Michael Kaiser

Bad idea

"Damn, German prodigy, I'm gonna treat you as my homework." You rested your chin on your palm and admired the man. He tilted his head, "You are going to forget me? And then make excuses for it?" he said.

"No! I wanna slam you on my desk and do you all night" You intensely stared into his eyes until he burst a laugh, "Ha ha Where did you find the pick-up lines, kiddo" he ruffled their hair.

"I'm not a kiddo" you pouted. "Of course, but I doubt you would be able to do me all night" he scooted closer to you. "to be honest, you look like you are gonna pass out after a round or two" he whispered, glancing at you.

You widened your eyes, of course, it was a bad idea. "Never mind" you announced, "I'll leave now" you added. "What about doing me?" he asked. "I would treat you as my homework, forget you and make excuses about it" you said and ran away.

Nagi Seishiro

The class was extremely boring and you might die because of boredom, the boy beside you was playing under the table on his phone. "Well fuck!" Nagi cursed as he lost the game. "we'll" you remarked.

"huh," he snapped his head towards you. "I was just correcting you," you shrugged. He gave you side eyes and grabbed the collar of the purple-haired boy, pulling him closer "Reo, I'm scared" he whispered into his ear.

"Nagi, You know today reminds me of you" You passed a sweet smile. "why?" he looked at you. "It's hot as fuck".

Reo gave you a bombastic side eye, "..."

"I'm really scared" Nagi said.

[reobabesstuff]

Sae Itoshi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Self-hate, non-consent kiss, oral sex through panties...? Orgasm denial, mean sae typical sae, slapping, pet names (slut, whore, puppy), the reader has a degrading kink

Walking out of the bar you rubbed the side of your forearm, and the cold wind hit your wet puffy face. You sniffed and tried to warm yourself but failed terribly. The tears streamed down from your puffy eyes spilling the mascara. You bit your shaking bottom lip.

Your vision was blurry as the tears clouded your eyes. You bumped into a hard shoulder causing you to disbalance. You trembled on your feet, a hand pulled you preventing you from falling.

You lifted your eyelids and saw a familiar yet unknown face, you were too occupied with the past event that you didn't want to put any effort to recall the person. "Tch, You are pathetic" You recalled, he was Sae, you gulped and looked away from him.

His eyes scanned you for a moment, hair a little messed up, your make-up messed up, your chest pounding faster, your legs trembling. The dress you wore was a bit very revealing, you wore a turtle-neck sleeveless dress with a heart cut on the cleavage.

"I'm leaving " you announced in a faint voice and stepped away, but a hard grip caught your arm, "you know what time it is?" he said, "well I don't care about the time.!" you huffed. "It's late night, And have you ever taken a look at your dress?" he said monotonously.

You snatched your arm away from his grip, "Stop chasing Rin, it makes you look pathetic" he said. "what do you even see in him?" he raised an eyebrow. "I don't wanna hear your lecture," you said.

"I'm pathetic, I know," you said while rubbing your arm to comfort yourself. "Everyone is so...so much better than me" you felt yourself breaking down again. "What does she has that I don't?" you fell in your knees, which surely left bruises. "I-I just want him to acknowledge me" you sobbed.

"You are annoying" sae bent to your level, and grabbed your cheeks with his index finger and thumb causing you to look at his face. His lips smashed against your puffy lips before you could react. You widened your eyes, his tongue ran against your lips. He pulled away after a peck. "Keep talking shit about yourself and I'll choke you with my spit," he warned...?

The next thing you remember you were in his car, sitting on his lap while he sucked on your neck. Faint lewd noises escaped from your lips which sounded heavenly to him. He nibbled your earlobe, "Always so dressed up for Rin" he whispered in your ear you could hear the jealousy in his voice. His other hand rested on your bare thigh, "I bet you're gonna be a good slut for me" his fingertips drew circle on the skin.

You bit your lip and nodded excitedly. "Such a desperate whore" he patted your head and pulled your hair gently. "I'll be a good slut for Sae-San" you whined. "please f-fuck me" your 'innocent' eyes looked into his lustful eyes. You grabbed his hand and guided it to your soaked panties, "abuse by slutty pussy" The blush spread over your face as his rough digits pressed against your clothes throbbing clit.

He circled his fingertips making you a moaning mess, "So-so good!" you moaned. You grabbed your breast and pinched your nipple. Sae scoffed at you, pushing his finger a little too hard on your sensitive bud.

"Ah...more h-harder" you shyly demanded, his digits moved back and forth, and you felt your insides knotting. "Sae! Sae! fuc–" You were cut off with a hard slap across your cheek, "no cursing, little puppy," he said, you quickly nodded. You were almost close as his fingers perfectly abused your clit. "Sae-San, I-I'm cu–" Before you could spill your cum out he pulled his hand away.

You tried to protest, "I was so close!". "No complaints!" he rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb, "we have the whole night, don't we?" he looked seductively into your eyes.

[reobabesstuff]

When your cleavage is exposed.

Character: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Ness Alexis, Michael Kaiser, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae x reader.

Isagi, Nagi and Reo

Would notice at first glance that your cleavage is visible but would ignore it.

Too focused on your sweet face.

Would glare at anyone who eyed on you.

Michael Kaiser

He would smirk at first glance and whisper weird shit in your ear.

Keeps his hand around you so it is not visible to anyone.

And steal glances wait he is shameless he would stare at the cleavage and you could see his drool.

You bit your inner cheek and covered your cleavage with your hands .

"Oh no, don't honey ... You should have been ready for this"

Bachira, Ness

This boy worships every part of your body when he saw your cleavage he instantly wrapped his arms around you and pulls you closer.

"You shouldn't wear that..." he says with a blushing face. You innocently look at him, "Never mind" he bluntly murmured and pulls himself away.

The entire time he steals glances and shot death glare to anyone who dare to look at you.

Rin, Sae

You think this boy would let you wear revealing clothes?

Not a chance

But let's say you somehow managed to put on some revealing clothes

Death glares at everyone... Even those who didn't look at you.

Too protective... won't let you go anywhere without him

"I would be fine alone" you whine, "in this dress, never" he tugs his hand in his pocket

[reobabesstuff]

“rin?” you call from the bathroom. “are you ready? we’re leaving in ten minutes.”

“uh huh.”

you poke your head out of the bathroom to check on him. only to groan loudly when you see that he’s still standing in front of the tv in his boxers, his suit still laying on the bed behind him.

“why aren’t you dressed yet?” though your way of asking sounds more like a warning before you smack the back of his head. “we need to get there early for pictures, remember?”

he doesn’t answer you, looking over the top of your head and inhaling sharply when the goalkeeper on the screen just barely makes a save.

“rin.”

“just ten more minutes,” he begs. well, it doesn’t really sound like begging, because everyone knows itoshi rin does not beg, but it’s about as close as he’ll get.

“five minutes,” you offer.

“nine,” he bargains (with his life).

“five.”

“seven.”

“five.”

“okay fine, five.”

you repeatedly and aggressively check the time on your phone during those five minutes. he doesn’t shut off the tv when his five minutes are up. he’s aware that he’s pushing his luck (if the throbbing vein on your forehead is any indicator) but the game is just too close.

“i think it’ll be okay if we’re a little la—”

“you want to be late to your brother’s wedding?”

he clamps his mouth shut because, well, when you say it like that.

you pinch the bridge of your nose, muttering about how you should have just agreed to go out with the nice accountant your mother had wanted to set you up with.

okay, maybe he’s pushed his luck a little too far tonight. he’s about to shut of the tv and apologize when the team he’s silently rooting for makes a strong break for the net.

the striker makes it past two opposing players and is rearing back to kick—

you shut the tv off, tossing the remote onto the bed.

he snaps his gaze toward you. “hey! he was about to—”

you grab the waistband of his boxers and pull him toward you, a coy smile playing on your lips.

there are red flags going off in his mind, screaming that it’s a trap, but with your fingers trailing up his abdomen like that…

he rests his hands on your hips, pulling you closer so you’re pressed against him.

apology accepted.

you let him dip his head down to kiss you. his lips are just barely brushing yours when your hand disappears and you reach around him, grabbing and shoving the suit against the firm planes of his chest.

“if you get ready quick, maybe we can pick up where we left off after the ceremony,” you tease as he begrudgingly pulls on his trousers.

“the game, or the sex? can i have both?”

“seriously, rin?!”

[reobabesstuff]

Bllk boys Romanticizing little things

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Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro, Nanase Nijiro, Hiori Yo, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Kurona Ranze, Ness Alexis, and Michael Kaiser

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Yoichi Isagi, Hiori Yo, Nanase Nijiro

When you hold his index finger out of nowhere while walking next to each other. He would definitely skip a heartbeat at how softly you held him. He would glance at you before looking at your fingers wrapped around his index finger.

It is a tiny thing but it makes him flattered and wants you to do that more often.

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Michael Kaiser and Sae Itoshi

You were mad at him and were not stopping from babbling shit about him. He sighed heavily and pressed both of his palms against your cheeks, squishing them that made your lips puff out. He found it cute and also succeed to shut you up.

Since then he often did it, looking at your face and feeling his heartbeat increase. He doesn't care when and where you will be, he presses his palms against your cheeks.

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Nagi Seishiro and Ness Alexis

He needs a lot of affection and cares a lot. You are used to him grabbing your hand whenever he finds an opportunity and wrapping his arms around you. But when you were in the middle of some conversation and he did the same again you grabbed his cheeks and squeezed them to push him away. And he kinda likes it. So now he found a new way for some affection.

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Reo mikage, Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma

When you rub his earlobe with your fingers...? Do people do that?? He was first confused when you brought your hand closer to his ear and gently rubbed his earlobe. It was strange but he found a source of peace. And now he wants you to do that every moment.

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Rin Itoshi and Kurona Ranze

He loves when you tip-toe to match his height but fail. He would snatch your phone or whatever you were busy with and hold it in his hand. You gave him a confused look, "give it back", "take it" he said. You lifted your body on your toes and try to snatch it back. But the boy only has his eyes on you. Never miss an opportunity to do that.

Bonus: you kicked in his balls to snatch your belongings (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)