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042300jn · 3 days

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I'm like some kind of Supernova

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solbet · 2 days

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🌸 ꙳ ☆⃞

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elryuse · 2 days

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Can you do a yandere story with all the aespa members meet the reader at an event and they become friends, but the members slowly start to get obsessed and dominate towards the reader?

Thanks

Lose My Breathe

YANDERE AESPA OT 4 X MALE READER

Y/N POV

The afterglow of the charity event still buzzed in my veins. Meeting AESPA, the hottest girl group in Korea, wasn't on my bingo card, but here I was, sprawled on their plush dorm room floor amidst a chaotic sleepover. It all started innocently enough. We clicked at the event, laughing over shared jokes and discovering a surprising mutual love for obscure horror movies. Next thing I knew, they were insisting I crash their sleepover.

"Come on, Y/n, it'll be fun!" Ningning chirped, her voice like a siren song. Fun felt like an understatement. Karina, the fierce leader, was already draped across me like a giant, possessive koala. Winter, the usually stoic rapper, kept stealing shy glances, her cheeks dusted pink.

The movie night devolved into a cuddle puddle of limbs and nervous laughter. Karina, still clinging to me, buried her face in my shoulder, her warm breath tickling my neck. Winter, emboldened, rested her head on my lap. A playful look flickered in Giselle's eyes.

"Looks like someone's popular tonight," she teased, her voice a husky purr that sent shivers down my spine. "Don't worry, Y/n, there's enough of you to go around."

That's when the playful teasing started to morph into something… unsettling. Every time I tried to adjust my position, a hand would brush mine, lingering a beat too long. When I attempted to stand, a chorus of whines erupted.

"Where are you going, Y/n?" Karina pouted, her eyes wide and doe-like. "We were just getting comfortable."

Comfy soon turned into scorching. Giselle, ever the firebrand, brazenly leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "You know, Y/n," she whispered, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness, "we wouldn't mind sharing you, but only if you share something with us."

My heart hammered against my ribs. The playful atmosphere had vanished, replaced by a suffocating possessiveness. My eyes met Ningning's across the room. Gone was her usual bubbly energy, replaced by a chilling intensity.

The night continued in a haze of stolen kisses and whispered threats. Winter, usually reserved, surprised me with a searing kiss, her tongue exploring mine with a desperate hunger. Karina, her once playful demeanor gone, pressed her body against mine, her moans echoing in the dimly lit room.

As the night wore on, inhibitions crumbled. With each touch, each stolen kiss, the line between affection and obsession blurred. Giselle, ever the seductress, led me to her bed, her touch both playful and possessive. The air crackled with a dark energy as we explored each other's bodies, a twisted dance of fear and arousal.

Morning arrived, a pale sliver of light peeking through the curtains. The girls slept soundly, their faces serene, their possessiveness momentarily forgotten. Yet, the weight of the night hung heavy in the air.

Looking at them, I realized this wasn't a sleepover gone wrong. It was a descent into madness, a horror movie starring me as the terrified protagonist. They weren't just obsessed with my presence; they craved me with a twisted intensity.

The front door was locked, the windows bolted shut. A shiver of fear ran down my spine. The girls had become my captors, their dorm transformed into a gilded cage, their love story a chilling nightmare I couldn't escape. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I whispered a silent plea, a prayer for escape from the twisted paradise I'd so naively entered.

Days bled into weeks, a grotesque parody of a love story playing out within the confines of the dorm. The playful affection of the first night had morphed into a chilling possessiveness. Kisses weren't stolen anymore; they were demanded, enforced with a terrifying intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

A single glance lingered a beat too long, a smile deemed too friendly, and I'd be met with a barrage of lips on mine, each kiss a desperate claim of ownership. The playful teasing had been replaced by a chilling possessiveness. Any mention of leaving, even a veiled attempt, was met with a chorus of whines and veiled threats that sent a cold dread coursing through me.

One day, a frantic knocking shattered the tense silence. My heart hammered against my ribs – a lifeline, a chance at escape. It was their manager, Seulgi, worry etched on her face. Relief flooded me, a fleeting spark extinguished as quickly as it ignited.

The girls' playful demeanor vanished. A feral snarl contorted Karina's face as she flung open the door, the others flanking her like a pack of hungry wolves. Seulgi's eyes widened in horror as she saw me, a prisoner in their twisted fairytale.

Before she could utter a word, a sickening crunch echoed through the room. Ningning, the seemingly innocent maknae, had launched herself at Seulgi with inhuman speed. Screams were cut short, replaced by a horrifying silence. The scene that unfolded was a nightmare come to life.

When the last vestiges of life drained from Seulgi's eyes, the girls turned to me, their faces devoid of emotion. Then, a horrifying giggle escaped Giselle's lips, a sound devoid of its usual playful lilt.

"See, Y/n," Karina purred, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness, "no one gets to take you away from us."

The horror of the scene was punctuated by a chilling laugh that echoed through the room. Winter, ever the stoic one, surprised me by cupping my face in her hands, her gaze intense. Before I could react, she leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a soft, almost tender kiss.

It was a grotesque parody of affection, a stark contrast to the violence they had just unleashed. The taste of blood mingled with the sweetness of her cherry lip gloss, a constant reminder of the brutal reality of my situation.

The others followed suit, each kiss a chilling claim of ownership. Karina, with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. Giselle, a dance of dominance and desire. Ningning, a whisper of innocence forever stained by violence.

I was trapped. Not just in their dorm, but in a twisted nightmare fueled by their obsessive love. The once vibrant colors of the dorm room seemed to lose their vibrancy, replaced by a grimy gray, a reflection of the horrifying reality I was forced to endure.

There was no escape, no help coming. I was a prisoner, a plaything in their twisted game of love, forever traumatized by the horror they had unleashed and bound to them by a love as dark and deadly as the blood that stained the floor.