#SUMMARY ᜴ yeonjun is in love with you, and you were in love with him, now each time the world drapes itself in the gloomy cerulean shroud, you begin a cruel game to drive him an inch closer to the edge.
𖤝 GENRE: ANGST. warnings. reader is kinda mean, mind games, obsessive love (yeonjun), yeonjun kind of shows yandere behaviour, suggestive content.
🕸️ THIS WAS REQUESTED BY MY B3LOVED YERIN!
At every nightfall spent with you, Yeonjun witnesses the cruel game begin.
You've loved him, and Yeonjun? He still loves you; and for that single difference, he is the inevitable loser.
Gossamer cracks that envelop the world you two had built begins to appear before Yeonjun's eyes. His fragile flesh tending onto them; doing all he could to save the splintering relationship all by himself, but all that was left in the end—in his own hands was the shards of what you two had once treasured. The debris of a beautiful bond that was nothing but trash you wanted to toss away, despite being colored by the crimson of your lover.
You've loved him once didn't you?
Yeonjun often wondered as he stood by his window sill when you were avoiding his calls, refused to meet him—pretended that he never existed at all. The dull moonlight reflected onto all the ways your "so called" relationship pulled itself by its carmine thread—so close to breaking off. Completely sending the two of you to your respective fated ends, to never be reunited again.
All it required was one simple—
'Do you love me anymore?' Yeonjun meant to ask you, as you avoided his gaze. Preoccupied by the task at hand, you turned your back towards him. Yeonjun remained where he had been as you moved further, and further away from him. The lit cigarette situated between his index and finger burned away, the remaining ashes staying still on the paper roll—all it would take was a simple nudge for it to fall off. It reminded Yeonjun of the two of you.
"Are you going to stay the night?" Yeonjun asked, finally giving a tap to his cigarettes, letting the stray ashes fall off. The wisps of his black hair falling into eyes as he watched your back carefully, the strums of his heartbeats playing into a devious rhythm; waiting for your reply, for you to turn back, for you to nod—just acknowledging him somehow.
Of course you wouldn't provide him with satisfaction. He realized that something that deific doomed night as the sound of the slammed door rang in his ear long after you were already gone.
"I'm waiting for you to end it."
You didn't need to say it out loud. Yeonjun could see it in your empyrean eyes. He's aware of your conniving ways; he had found himself the devotee of wicked nature once. The acidic taste of your words burned his tongue just the way he liked it, but now it only seemed to rot his flesh and nothing more. The two of you had outgrown each other, to put it simply.
Maybe Yeonjun was just as much fault as you were. He noticed you suffocating from his love, and he let that happen. At one point, it had started to prickl you to the extent you couldn't look past, but Yeonjun just assumed you would learn to love him like the way he loves you; deeply, and dyspnoeic. How could love ever be ugly?
Yeonjun would continue to love you even if you cut into him each and every night, and brought him back to life each time the sun had risen—you should be able to accept his love even if it smothered you. He wasn't going to be the one to set you free.
"Just end it."
Yeonjun challenges you each night before he kisses you. The sweetness of his lips contradict the aim it harbors; the acrid savour entangles into the corrupt schemes that lies underneath his saccharine tongue. You dance barefoot with him to the macabre harmony on the shards of your broken relationship, the knife pressed to each other's neck as your eyes tell lies to each other, whispering sweet nothings—driving one another to the end of the cliff.
Amongst those many deceitful gloam, Yeonjun had decided—if you were the one to begin the crude game, you should as well be the sadistic one to end it.
@ranb00-b3loved when they realised I turned their constant posting into a competition and I'm angry at them for little to no reason other than the fact I have the emotional maturity of a 2 year old
Reposted from 🌈🌈🌈 . . . . . @serahdoeshairahh 🌈🌈🌈 When @pulpriothair #faction8 #liquiddemis and #semipermanents make a baby. I utilized all three to make this rainbow under light look! . @brazilianbondbuilder in this formulas . @colortrak Tools . . . . . . . . . . . . #pulpriothair #pulpriotsemis #pulpriotartist #brazillianbondbuilder #b3disruptors #b3love #colortrak #colortraktools #colortrakcrew #colortrakfam #rainbowhair #rainbowhaircolor #rainbowhairdontcare #rainbows #rainbowhighlights #rainbowunderlights #underlights #summerhair #summerhaircolor #summerhairgoals #beautylaunchpad #americansalon #modernsalon #behindthechair_com #glossgenius (at South Salt Lake City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSz-njzJlSB/?utm_medium=tumblr
You’re my tumblr parent! You’re very cool, and your other fronts (is that the right term? I’m still learning) are nice to chill with too. Overall, I feel loved on your page. I go there for comfort quite often tbh. /gen /pos
😑: am I annoying?
Not at all! /srs /gen
♥️: am I your favorite mutual?
Close to my favorite. You’ll have to fight @s0apie-my-b3loved for that title /j
😌: am I funny?
Very much so /gen
🥰: rate my blog from 1-10
I’ll have to rate your blog a 7/10 cause idk who the blue haired mask person on your blog is but they’re a constant on your page so I just flow with it.