#bit-trip runner

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[moinbeet]

BIT.TRIP RUNNER

BIT.TRIP © Gaijin Games and Choice Provisions

[howlonomy]

we are so back

[yellowlaboratory]

It’s been a while, you good?

I love y'all for checking up on me LOL 🫶🫶🫶

I'm okay, just MIA from Tumblr for a work trip. and obviously still upset and angry and pissed tf off about a lot right now. I have a few asks in my inbox I'll use to rant in more detail but this is just a smoke signal to let y'all know I haven't disappeared LMAO

[brian-astropixels]

BIT TRIP RUNNER GOT A REMAKE ON STEAM WITH A LEVEL EDITOR AND EVERYTHING

PLAY IT OR I'LL KICK UR ASS store.steampowered.com/app/2222540/...

[dyson-the-vacuum]

So, BitTrip Presents... Runner 2: The Future Legend Of Rhythm Alien

[doggytail-duck]

Me: looking out the window when my mom mentions our neighbor's dog is out

My dog: a single, commanding bark

Me: okay okay i'll pay attention to you and not another dog calm down!!

[aurazoo]

feeling very much like a girl who is smoking weed alone on this sunday evening

[lostplay]

Game 49: BIT.TRIP Presents... Runner2: Future Legend of Rhythm Alien

The Bit Trip series has always been a franchise that has delighted me ever since it's Wiiware days. The series took simple concepts, and ran with them to make really high intense rhythm game fun. Runner2, unfortunately, is not that simple aspect of a rhythm game put to runner form. In a lot of ways, Runner 2 feels like it's trying to do way too much at once while not letting the player, difficulty, or characters breath.

I think anyone familiar with this series should know that these games are far too hard to actually complete, but for the rest of you, keep your sanity and don't complete these games. Bit.Trip series has always been a very demanding beast of a challenge, and while I can say Runner2 isn't as challenging as it's Wiiware counterparts, it certainly doesn't slouch at giving far too much to handle else where. The game sports a ridiculous amount of levels per world. Roughly, each world gives about 10 levels to go through just to get to the end, with an additional 5ish levels to unlock. Add in the extra paths to take, the ability to perfect these levels by collecting everything, getting bullseyes, skipping checkpoints, and just getting a higher score through some dancing and you really get a bloated mess of content. You get plenty of unlockable skins, levels, and characters to get, and the acknowledgement that you did all this, but at a certain point it feels more like a time sink than something fun you are enjoying. This game is a completionist's nightmare, and you are absolutely better off just getting what you get and moving on.

What's perhaps more upsetting though is just how difficult this game is to learn. A lot of the game is taught to you through world 1 and half of world 2, and I will say that these are the hardest levels in the game due to the sheer amount of information you have to process, the limited time you have to execute said actions, and the game never really stopping so you could just enjoy the levels. I understand the first worlds are meant to teach players the basics, but when the rest of the worlds are simply harder variants of the previous world it makes the rest of the game feel lacking of any real challenge. Not everything needs to be introduced in the beginning, and by doing so you make all the difficulty bundled up in a spot that should be reserved for players liking your game more. I was honestly confused going through world 3 as I wasn't having nearly a difficult time with it because I already faced everything that made the game hard.

Runner2 really feels like it wants to be this funny little indie title that has a lot of whimsy to it, but I can't just help feel like it lacked far more personality than it was trying to come across. As the second game in the series, I was lost at the beginning with what was happening, but as I finished the game, it effectively amounted to nothing. Sure, we are trying to get Commander Video back to the big fight, but a lot of the cutscenes and dialogue is just "we are here now", and gave us next to nothing of the character. I'm not really asking for a bit thing here either, just some sort of personality for the main protag, proper stakes involved, just something to get the player invested. Heck, just having the bosses mention a few little bits of dialogue or given more musical weight would have been enough. What we get though, is just a whole lot of running, and not a lot of personality.

Bit. Trip's original appeal was it's simplicity, and with the way the Runner series is now, I just feel like it became too bloated. Like a writer telling you all their ideas before publishing a book, or filling up on bread before dinner arrives. Runner2 certainly isn't a bad game, but it's also widely unappealing. The art direction is a bit all over, the characters are just kinda there, difficulty is out of wack, and the game just demands a lot of attention. If you do give Runner2 your time, I just suggest you enjoy the run rather than kill yourself for perfection.

[skysometric]

new stream archive, in which we check out the new BIT.TRIP RERUNNER and... accidentally clear the whole game and all of the new levels in one sitting! oops – turns out this game is still super addictive!!

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[iamasaddie]

boiling

Tommy Miller x f!Reader

summary: What Tommy liked was structure, schedule. What he didn't like was reckless bullshit that you seemed to be a fan of. He also didn't like you, or so he says. warnings: MDNI, implied infidelity, PWtinyP, oral m!recieving, throat fucking, orgasm denial, still big girthy age gap (reader late 20s-30s; Tommy 55), thick Tommy, kinda rude Tommy wc: 2.6k a/n: is this becoming a series? i dunno, maybe. send asks gimme ideas please. this is not heavily edited, english is not my first language all mistakes are my own and yada yada (if u notice a silly mistake dm me pls). series masterlist | previous part | next part ao3

When Tommy was told that you went on a run he didn’t believe first. First, the runners’ outings were spelled out in the schedule, according to which everyone except the patrolmen were supposed to stay in Jackson today. 

Second, you weren't one of the runners. Even though you were young and pretty agile, you lacked the necessary skills. You were good with guns and had quick reflexes, but you were dangerously inattentive. With a runner like you, they'd be left with nothing every time. 

And third, the runners left in established pairs or threes. It was a matter of speed, trust and safety. 

You left alone.

By the rules of Jackson, an unauthorized exit could end up with expulsion from the community, as it entailed an immediate risk. And knowing that, you risked your own place in one of the safest places on earth for what? His attention? If they hadn't needed an extra pair of hands in the stable today, Tommy wouldn't even have thought about you. At least that's what he told himself.

Jackie from the radio room, who quickly had given out all the information about your little trip with her lips pursed, was quietly babbling excuses. The girl swore that she was sure you wouldn't have gone outside alone. You were so confident when you told her about your nonexistent dialogue with Maria. 

Tommy clenched his gloved hand into a fist, the leather squeaking and breaking the tensed silence.

“Fuck,” he spat out a curse and headed to get the horse.

You had enough brains to not go too far, yesterday’s report from Alpine was positive –no sign of raiders or infected– so Tommy wasn't too worried. Cold bit his cheeks, and frost formed on his mustache, which already began to shine with gray. Damn it, in this cold, normal people tried to hide their asses in the warmth of their houses, but there wasn't a drop of sense in you.

The horse tensed between his legs as they began to climb the mountain, and Tommy pulled harder on the reins, clucking to the animal. 

The remnants of the once small town were well preserved compared to the majority of places he’d seen. The buildings, for the most part, survived year after year without much change, with the exception of cracked windows and occasional raids by overly daring vagrants. 

Tommy tried and failed to figure out what exactly you might need there. Absolutely everything that was at least a little useful was cleaned out of the old supermarket and adjacent houses a year ago. All that was left inside was rotting furniture and trash.

He saw Pepper, the horse you particularly liked, tied to a pine next to one of the remote houses. His own stubborn Callus now trotted more confidently, apparently noticing his neighbor from the stable.

After making sure that the horse was securely tied, Tommy armed himself with a gun, making sure that safety was still on and he had enough bullets in the magazine, just in case. 

The room greeted him with silence and the smell of mold. After taking a few slow steps deeper, Tommy finally heard muffled curses accompanied by the rumble of drawers opening.

“Oh, come on, really? I cannot fucking believe that.”

He followed the sound and found you kneeling next to an old dresser, pulling out drawers haphazardly and trying to find something. Tommy looked around the room, it was too empty to be messy: a couple of broken chairs, a half-rotten bedframe and this dresser you continued assaulting with your words. 

He crept in without making any noise, and even with your usually swift reaction, you didn’t expect anyone there so he went unnoticed as he pointed a gun at the back of your head, almost kissing your crown with the barrel.

“Hands up.” 

His voice was lower than usual, and the long ride through the cold with his neck exposed had made him hoarse. With a paused breath, you slowly raised your hands, not even trying to grab a weapon. Did you even bring it with you? Tommy felt a surge of irritation. “Turn around.”

“Tommy?” As you turned around and saw his face, your shoulders relaxed and you swatted the gun from your face with ease. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“That’s my line.” He put the gun in the holster, clicking it in. “You’re not a fucking runner, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Slowly, you stood up from your knees, brushing the dirt of the dark blue jeans that you managed to rip somewhere. 

“Why do you care?” You huffed, “are you in love with me or something?”

Somehow, magically, all the calmness and restraint evaporated from him as soon as you opened your mouth. You knew exactly what to say to make him seethe with rage, the destructive feeling overwhelmed him and resulted in physical aggression, which he had been trying to repress ever since he ran away from the fireflies.

“Shut the fuck up.” He took a step towards you, practically pressing you into the corner of an opened drawer. His finger poked you in the chest, the tip of his index finger arched from how hard he pressed on your solar plexus. His eyes never left yours, turning black with every passing moment. “This is not about you, and not about me. I don’t fucking trust you.” For a second, it seemed to him that you twitched from the words like he slapped you in the face, but he did not stop. You always went too far, ignoring the consequences, and it pissed him off. 

“I don’t trust that you’ll put a bullet through your thick fucking skull if you happen get bit. I don’t trust that you won’t tell some psychopaths about a nice little village with food and warm beds if they stick a knife in one of your pretty legs.” You kept quiet, lowering your eyes in semblance of shame, your fingers toyed with an edge of your opened flannel shirt, twisting a stray thread but not ripping it off. “That’s why we don’t go alone.”

He was boiling with rage, and when he smelled the already familiar scent of your sweat and skin, he realized how close he was standing. He was practically pressed into your body, his own belly hidden behind a layer of white top, a shirt and a warm winter coat was millimeters away from yours, and the tip of his nose was almost touching your face. After taking another gulp of your air into his lungs, he took a step back, shaking his head.

“What did you need here anyway? We’d searched these homes for goods months ago.”

Once he was out of your personal space, his voice less violent and carrying something that sounded like genuine interest, you felt like you could breathe again. Cockiness and indifference clinked in your words like armour. 

“Thought that maybe they had some dicks laying around.” You shrugged your shoulders. “After all, you runners don’t look for shit like that and if some neglected wifey lived here she could’ve had a stache.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Tommy looked at you with an indescribable shock, as if you had just admitted that you had started the apocalypse with your own bare hands. When you didn't laugh, signalling a joke, an angry scowl returned to his face. “You’re actually serious.”

“Well, of course I’m serious. If I can’t get the real deal I can at least hope for a fake one!'“ You chuckled, walking past him and heading towards the door. He quickly catches your shoulder, his iron grip makes you hiss in pain. When you look at him with a question in your eyes, he only kisses his teeth and starts unbuttoning his coat, while still holding your srm hostage. 

“What?” You ask him, even though you already knew what. You pussy had started throbbing the moment you saw his angry scowl that was soaked in worry. 

Not granting you with a reply, he continued undressing hastily, the massive belt buckle –his special pride and joy– clacked loudly as the pull tab smashed into it. Tommy forced you on your knees, pushing you down in one rough movement, and you hissed when your knees hit the cold concrete floor. You let him do it without saying a word.

“What, shy all of a sudden? Wasn’t it what you wanted? Didn’t you just beg for my dick, sugar?” He looked menacing, standing over you like that. He was too close, his bulge almost pressing to your face. It was clear he was at least half-hard already, his jeans barely doing anything to contain his thick cock. His thighs were slightly spread, and even though he wasn’t holding you anymore, you couldn’t move, your mouth opened in surprise. “All hat, no cattle. Fuckin’ pathetic.” 

You looked lost, your lips were dry and you swiped your tongue over them watching Tommy’s eyes follow the small movement. He thrusted his hips forward, the cold metal of his belt buckle hitting your lips. “Go on. It’s your last chance, and I am being serious.”

With spoken out permission, your hands start moving on their own. You unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. He sighed in relief as his stomach was released. More gently than you planned, you untuck his shirt and a white top underneath, sliding your hands over his belly and giving it a light massage, pressing into the hot skin with your thumbs and rubbing. You could feel the imprints his jeans and belt left, and you wanted to kiss reddened lines, but Tommy grabbed your hands in one of his and pushed them south with a disapproving grunt. You moved his jeans down enough to take his cock out. As you guessed, it was already hard, and a cruel part of you celebrated the fact that he was as excited about the thing as you were. He was just hiding it better. How long did he want you?

You didn’t have an opportunity to see him so upclose, and you spend a fleeting moment studying the dick heavily swaying inches away from your lips. 

He was girthy enough to make you doubt yourself, a thick, veiny shaft that was surrounded by black and grey hair at the base. The tip glistened with his need for you, and you felt saliva pooling in your mouth in response. Slowly, you move closer, your lips pressing a wet kiss to him and gathering the salt from the spongy head. 

Tommy breathed in through his teeth, the air stinging his lungs like his consciousness stung his mind. Your soft mouth welcomed him inside slowly as you lathered him in your saliva. He was more than a mouthful, and you gagged when he hit the back of your throat, quickly releasing him.

A sticky thread of your saliva mixed with his precum connected your lips to his cock, but instead of giving you a break, Tommy just took his cock between thumb and two fingers and slapped your cheek in a humiliatingly arousing action. Your eyes shot up, and you met the black embers staring back at you. His plump, wet lips were parted and he let out shallow breaths. 

You swallowed the lump and returned to his cock, swapping his hand for yours. In an attempt to get your breathing in order, you caressed his shaft with your lips, running them over his tense dick and tracing the pattern of his veins with your tongue. 

As soon as your throat stopped burning, you slowly took him back in, enjoying the low growl mixed with the moans coming from above. He tried, he tried so hard to pretend that he didn't care. That he didn’t even want you. But he crumbled under your lips as quickly as you crumbled under his gaze.

With more confidence, you began to slowly push his cock deeper and deeper. Swallowing each time as soon as he pushed inside, and swirling his head with your hot tongue when he pulled back. Inch after inch you managed to take all of his throbbing shaft in, your nose tickled with his sweat-stained pubes.

For a moment you stayed like this, accepting your throat being stretched painfully, your airflow barely managing to support your lungs as you breathed slowly through your nose. 

When you felt tears welling up in your eyes, you pulled off, exchanging your mouth for your hand. Hollowing your cheeks, you kept sucking his head and some of his shaft that you couldn’t cover with your palm. 

Tommy’s grunts became quieter and you felt one of his hands grabbing you by the hair while the other gripped your wrist and pulled your hand from his cock. You could only moan in question once before he pushed all of him inside you roughly, setting a rougher pace than you were ready for.

Immobilized, you kept taking his cock into your throat, his heavy balls slapping your chin as Tommy practically fucked your throat. There was anger written all over his face, but you could barely see it through the wetness in your eyes. You just let him use you, remembering a new feeling, storing this side of him in your back pocket.

His movements became more erratic, the grip on your hair tightens so much that you whine in pain afraid that he'd pull your hair out. He was close, you could feel it by the way his stomach quivered, hear it in every ‘fuck’ he grunted out.

Tommy pressed you hard into his body as he held you on his cock. His top rode up, and your forehead slid against his happy trail that was covering his sweaty stomach. You felt him start to pulse and spit cum inside you, thick warm loads coating your abused throat as he almost folded over you. 

As soon as he pulls out, his cock glistening in your drool and some of his cum, you start coughing violently, swallowing as much air as you can. He tasted like fresh earth after a long rain and salt. Two things that didn’t go together but you already craved more. 

You wiped your lips and rubbed your head where he tugged on your hair just minutes ago. The sound of metal clinking brought you back to the moment and you snapped your head at Tommy.

You gave him a confused look when you saw him tuck his soft cock back into his jeans and re-tie his ruffled hair in a low bun. He intentionally ignored your insistent stare for as long as he could, but when you didn’t get up from the floor, he finally turned his attention from redressing to you.

“I wasn’t the one begging for your pussy,” he shrugs simply and points at your pussy where it was hidden and crying under your jeans. “So I guess you’ll have to sort your little problem yourself.”

You squeezed your thighs pathetically, trying to relieve at least some of the tension.

“We need to be back before the sunset, hurry up.” He threw over his shoulder, not giving you another look. Your eyes stung as you almost cried in frustration watching Tommy walk out.

It was going to be a long drive home.

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[81pastrys]

hello, love your fics, i was wondering if you could write landos daughter being a runner and lando keeps having to chase after to stop her from running away but it gets to the point were lando has had to put her on one of the child leashes and all the other drivers are just making fun of him, thx (if you need help just look at the modern family episode s3 ep22)

The Leash Child

Summary— Lando ends up with a leash kid after making fun of them as a kid

Warnings— kid leash

A/N— apparently kid leash backpacks come with kid handcuffs 😃

Dad Lando List

Lando always found it funny when parents would ‘leash’ their kids. Karma sacked him in the side of the head with a runner for a kid. Not to mention no one really knew it was his daughter.

They thought he was hauling around his sister on a leash, but no. It was just 3 year old Lexie. He thought long and hard on whether or not he should get the stupid looking backpack, but she liked picking one out.

“It’s pink!” She said when he ordered one. He nodded. She was going to absolutely hate him. The backpack came in and he put it on her so they could go to the track. “Pink backpack!” She said excited while he clicked the harness in the front.

“It’s so I don’t lose you Lexie.” He said. She didn’t catch on to what he meant until they got to the track. He would sign away things and feel her pull the leash, yanking his arm. “Lexie, stop!” he laughed.

“I can’t run that way!” She whined. That’s the point, he thought. “Look a puppy!” She said, trying to bolt but ultimately just yanking Lando towards her. He stumbled a bit but got control of her, telling her continuously not to try running and she wouldn’t get yanked.

Lando nearly had a heart attack when she tried again but ended up tripping and face planting on the cement. He picked her up as she cried in his arms, luckily there weren’t many people around because she started screaming.

“Daddy!!” She screamed in his arms. He held her tight, shushing her cries. “My knee daddy.” She sniffled. He looked to her knee that was bleeding.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said. She was usually good at keeping the word ‘daddy’ out her mouth while they were at the paddock, but she got hurt and it was hard not to scream for him.

He got her knee bandaged up and decided the leash was not going to cut it. He gave her a break from the god forsaken thing until she proved to him he definitely needed it.

They were heading out and she ran ahead, no leash stopping her. He jogged after her and attached the leash to the backpack again. “Mate is that a kid leash?” Carlos asked a smirk forming.

“Sure.” Lando said. “She runs off, I can’t just hold her.” He said. Other drivers notice and find it endearing he doesn’t want to lose her but also funny.

“Roscoe grew out of his, maybe she will too.” George joked. Lando mocked a laugh. Some drivers thought it was the smartest thing in the world.

“Keeps her safe, I mean no better way.” Alex commented. “Are there other options though, she looks like a dog.” He silently judged.

“Not bringing her.” Lando scoffed. Within the next few months Lexie quit trying to run off and he threw the damned leash to the side of his closet.

I’m dying at this and the modern family reference hello?!

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[toskarin]

it's hard to express just how much I like Nier's story. I always find myself tripping over it a bit

you can only write praise so high in the tone-spectrum you have with text, but I do feel guilty about how it would be easy to take away that I like it "as much as [...]" or "a bit more than [...]" when it's probably my singular favourite piece of video game writing on the whole, separated by a full empty tier from the next runner-up, and that's the distance that informs me saying "I like Automata, but I hold a grudge over how much air it steals from Replicant"

[blue-jisungs]

hi!!!!! congrats on 8k!!! u deserve it so much ur writing is so amazing<3 for the little ask game, although it's not a word in your list, i thought about cats + piwon's jongseob!! i love cats, he loves cats and i love him so it's a Great combination in my opinion eheh if u dont wanna write w that word it's okay! and i choose glasses from ur list instead :3 thank u so much and i hope ur exams go well!!!!

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ THIS CAT LIKES HEAD SCRATCHES ! 🧸ྀི — you discover that your boyfriend resembles a cat … wbk though :3 ( wc 957 )

[ extras ] coffee mention + i decided to mention the glasses prompt and i had those ones in mind hehe 🙏 he just looked so cute wtf:(

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! AHHHH TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!!! thank u for the req bc it was really fun to write and i believe it’s my first seobi work too 🥹 i hope you enjoy it hehe <3 and my exams went well!!! tysm hehe <3 i still have one more to take but !! its gonna be okay i believe 🙏

@kstrucknet = ^-^ =

the wind is gentle against your face when you leave the coffee shop, and you wrap your scarf a little tighter around your neck. jongseob pulls you aside, not to block the entrance, and dives into his bag to look for headphones. you hold his drink and take a small sip. 

the vanilla flavor explodes on your tongue and you just grin, taking another sip of the sweet beverage. maybe he won’t notice–

“it’s a bit too sweet, to be honest. do you want to finish it?” he asks and you realize he’s been watching you, gaze amused from behind his glasses. the red oval frames cutely frame his face, almost distracting from the fact that you just got caught. 

“no, you can have it” you sigh and trade. he hands you one earphone, you give him the drink back. (it wasn’t too sweet, really. jongseob just said that so you could finish it without feeling guilty). you accept the earphone and put it in your left ear, grabbing his hand. 

“do you want to watch something once we get back?” he asks softly before putting on one of his rap playlists. you pucker your lips in thought and miss the way he smiles fondly at the sight.

“maybe… i still have to finish that one kdrama my friend recommended but i don’t really feel like it’ you say and start your journey back to the dorm. 

the music isn’t playing too loud - despite the energetic tune and some… unusual lyrics, it serves as a background to your conversation. jongseob intertwines fingers with yours, seeking a little more warmth on the chilly day. 

“maybe we can rewatch the maze runner…?” he offers and you just scoff. your boyfriend takes another sip of his vanilla cappuccino and hides a smile behind the cup. 

“again?” you laugh at the ridiculosity. “i’d rather watch… oh, i know! i know!” 

jongseob halts, the impact almost making you trip. 

“let’s watch old harmony adventure eps! please, please, please…! they are so funny… well, you are but…” you stop and trace where his gaze is. 

a cat. 

“wait, i want to take a picture” he hums and looks for his phone. the moment it’s in his hand, it almost gets yanked from the impact of you kneeling down. and the plugged earphone– 

jongseob manages to catch it and lets out a sigh of relief, your earphone dangling in the air. he started taking pictures of the brown colored feline hiding in the bushes. 

“how did you even notice it?” you ask, gently tapping your nails against the concrete to lure the cat.

“i just have a cat radar” he smirks and squats next to you, joining in your scheme. 

the cat’s big green eyes track your movements. jongseob looks around and notices a bin. 

“i’m just gonna finish it and throw it out” he says and drinks the coffee, doing as he said. 

meanwhile you successfully lure the cat, the feline approaching you carefully. it sniffs your hand, soft nose poking your skin. jongseob observes with a proud smile. 

the cat plops on its back, showing its white belly to you. 

with a loud whine, you start to pat its belly.

“seob, oh my god!” you mumble, pout forming on your lips. the fur is soft beneath your palm and your boyfriend joins you again, his hand petting the cat’s head. 

“do you think we can steal it?” he asks, hopeful sparkle in his eye. 

you bite your lip, looking at him. 

“i’m really gullible, you should stop making offers like that” you laugh and he just snickers, hand moving to pat its belly too. your fingers occasionally bump into each other, the cat’s loud purring making you chuckle. 

“no, really, what’s stopping us…?” your boyfriend mumbles to himself, adoring the pet’s happy face. 

“jongseob!” you whine, moving to scratch the cat’s chin. it stretches a bit, throwing its head back to give you better access to its chin and neck. “just like you…”

“i don’t purr” he grunts “and i am not a cat”

“mhm…” you decide to ignore his meows of protest “also, i think this cat isn’t a stray. it’s a little too friendly. and it’s cute underbelly tells me its being fed good at home”

“eh, you’re right” jongseob grunts and pats the white belly for the last time “let’s keep going then. before it’s too late”

“too late for what?” you ask, tilting your head. he just opens his bag widely, pretending as if he’s going to swoop the cat in. 

the street fills with your laughters and the cat stands up, startled. jongseob helps you stand up and dusts off your knees while you wave at the cat. 

“bye, kitty” you hum and grab your boyfriend’s hand again. and as you try to persuade him into watching harmony adventure, he keeps wondering when did you manage to change the playlist. 

once back at home, happily watching the content you wanted, jongseob is laying on your lap. his red glasses messily thrown on the nightstand, face buried in the warmth of the duvet covering your legs. 

you sneak your hand into his hair, massaging his scalp gently. one second he’s laughing at a joke he made, the other he’s groaning softly. 

“that feels nice…” he mewls, nuzzling his head. 

“yeah?” you ask with a grin. his limbs stretch a little and jongseob lets out a sigh of relief.

“m’yeah. keep doing that, please… oh, oh, here” he purrs in delight.

“not a cat, you say” you whisper quietly, not wanting him to hear. he doesn’t, luckily - and you decide to tease him about it later. something along the lines of ‘who needs a cat when i have you’.

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[jinusajas]

03/03/25; 12:10am

yandere!sung jinwoo x fem!reader | jd!sung jinwoo x veronica!reader

notes: i fell in love with heathers the film and musical when i watched it a few years ago and have been dying to make an insert loosely based on it. i wasn't able to find the right character to be the j.d. to my veronica!reader-

until now.

this will be my birthday fic for jinwoo, and warnings will be put in place in case you readers wish to skip this story.

summary: wishing to come out of your comfort zone during your university years, you befriend a group of queen bees who seem to rule the campus with their wealthy status and beauty, rendering you to be nothing more than their servant as you are subjected to do their bidding as their unwilling gopher- but that all changes when a transfer student with haunting, grey eyes appears, turning your world upside down in the darkest of ways.

notes + warnings: unedited; dark content; purposeful ooc-ness (out of character) to help with fitting the narrative; power dynamic / bullying; death of major character(s); s-icide mention; suggestive themes; attempts at forced intimacy (not by jinwoo); alcohol use

alternate title: meant to be yours

{ i was meant to be yours | we were meant to be one | i can't make it alone | finish what we've begun | you were meant to be mine | i am all that you need | you carved open my heart | can't just leave me to bleed...! }

cha hae-in was bathed in a golden glow as she walked with confidence throughout the halls of the humanities building. with each step she takes, she catches the attention of numerous male students, with the young woman seeming to bask in such attention as she tosses aside her blonde hair just to give off that added touch.

being the star runner of the university's track team, hae-in had a body that millions of women envied and a personality that was too saccharine sweet to be considered genuine. she shows her kindness in ways that were only fit to benefit her. being the sole daughter- an heiress of a multibillion dollar company, it came as no surprise that she surrounded herself with people who would do anything for her-

which unfortunately included you.

heaving out a sigh, you run a hand through your locks of hair while trailing your gaze away from hae-in and towards the women settled next to her, yoo soohyun and blanche alicia. soohyun worked part-time as a model, while alicia was also an heiress to her family's own company. this is where your 'friendship' with these dazzling young women felt too much like a joke.

you had no special upbringing and would not inherit any riches from your parents. you were simply an ordinary woman who lived an ordinary life, being the sole child of parents who worked normal office jobs. you spent most of your school life hiding in the shadows, making decent grades in hopes of getting into a decent university so you could obtain a decent 9 to 5 job.

that had been your ultimate goal for as long as you could remember-

yet it all seemed to change the moment you turned 18.

you look back on your utterly boring life and felt as though it had been wasted by your apathy. you knew that you were simply going through the motions and felt a bit disappointed in yourself, which was why you made a promise- no, an oath to come out of your comfort zone.

you would enjoy your university years by befriending and associating yourself with people whom you would normally despise, basking in their glory as you would use their status to get into parties and try to... live a little.

which was why you found yourself living in the shadows of cha hae-in and her lackeys for the first semester of your freshman year.

being lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice the way hae-in had casually slipped behind soohyun and alicia. she takes advantage of your distracted state and casually sticks her slender legs out in front of you-

making you trip as you land unceremoniously against the concrete sidewalk.

the wind was knocked out of you, and you felt your cheeks burning with humiliation. tiny scratches were seen on the palm of your hands from where you had fallen, yet what hurt more than the cuts was how your sense of pride had just been torn apart into smithereens.

"oops, sorry. i guess you were just walking too slow for my liking." hae-in began to giggle before looping her arms together with soohyun and alicia. "well, we're off to our appointments now to get our nails done, and since the salon was all booked up, i wasn't able to make an appointment for you." soohyun's voice was dripping with sarcasm, and you were left to wallow in your embarrassment and misery while fighting off your tears.

as your supposed friends left you behind, you were so caught up in your own intrusive thoughts that you failed to see the startling pair of glowing, lilac eyes taking in your form...

{ ... }

resting your cheek against the window, your eyes stare blankly at the scenery as hae-in began to gossip profusely with alicia and soohyun chiming in.

"i heard hwang dongsoo and kim chul were going to host a party at their fraternity tomorrow night!" soohyun was grinning now, and you swore you could practically hear her purrs of content (acting very much like a spoiled cat who's had her fill of cream). as she rests her cheek against the palm of her hand, you could see the purple ombre hues of her nails.

alicia joins in with her giggles, tossing her hair back while showing off her own perfectly manicured nails painted a baby blue with sparkles. "i honestly cannot wait. dongsoo has quite the reputation when it comes to throwing the craziest parties!"

hae-in simply smiles in response, her hands gripping at the steering wheel as she stopped at a red light. from the glow, you saw that her own nails were painted in a classic french manicure style, the white tips curving along her nails that made her already perfect hands appear even more ethereal.

your hands end up curling into fists, feeling the edges of your own uneven nails form crescent shaped marks against your skin.

as soohyun and alicia continue to rave on and on about the party, hae-in manages to silence them with the mere snap of her fingers. "why be so excited for tomorrow when we can have our own little pre-party tonight?"

alicia's eyebrows furrow as she runs a hand across her thick strands of hair (a motion you had come to realize she would do whenever she felt anxious). "but hae-in, we're only 18. we're not allowed to consume and purchase alcohol until we're of age. that's why dongsoo's party is such a big deal to us."

"oh i know that, but i have no intention of paying for anything." you catch the way hae-in's eyes gleamed mischievously while meeting your horrified gaze from within the mirror, "after all, that's why we have our little wallflower here."

she says your name, coating the syllables with a thick, syrupy sweetness that made your stomach drop with anxiety, "why don't you be a dear and... fetch us some wine coolers at the convenience store?"

before you could answer her, hae-in weaves through the streets with a calculated expertise, quickly approaching the glowing sign of the nearest convenience store before parking her sports car at a corner parking lot. she was grinning at you along with her lackeys, with their voices cooing at you to just do it.

fighting back the nausea, you toss open the back door and slam it shut, clenching your fists upon hearing the sounds of their laughters echoing from within the car. forcing down the anxiety and the impending nausea left in its wake, you enter the convenience store, their automatic sliding doors feeling very much like a death sentence.

the variety of colors seen in the products that decorate the aisles momentarily overwhelms you. your breathing comes out in uneven breaths, shutting your eyes for a few seconds before taking in the scenery. the cashier was a young woman who looked to be around your age, and she was currently focused on a magazine while blowing bubbles with her gum.

okay, perhaps luck was on your side after all. you couldn't get much luckier than having the most distracted person manning the cash register. knowing that you had to act fast, you head toward the back of the store, eyes assessing the drinks that lined the fridges. as you were searching for the wine coolers, you became achingly aware of the store's entrance sliding open as a new customer walks in.

a quiet string of curses escapes from your parted lips as you found the shelves that held all of the wine coolers. opening the fridge, you grab three glass bottles in a variety of flavors, planning to hide them beneath your hoodie when a dark figure seen from your periphery catches your attention.

he was tall-

by far the tallest man you had ever seen, dressed in dark pants and a jet black trench coat. he towers over you with perfect locks of ebony hair and full lips tilted up in a smile, and you found yourself caught within his grey eyes. for a brief moment, you were stunned, unable to say a word when this perfect stranger trails his gaze towards the bottles of alcohol in your hand.

"what do you have there?"

the sound of his voice breaks through your reveries, and you struggled to come up with the right words to say. "uhm, i... this is just- i-i'm just-"

amusement was seen in his gaze when he takes the wine coolers away from your hands. "you have freshman written all over you, sweetheart." he chuckles while holding the bottles close to his side, "let me guess..."

leaning down to reach your height, you had to hold back your shivering when he manages to whisper in your ear, "your friends set you up... they made you steal these bottles, right?"

words failed you as you were unable to respond to him, yet the way you thickly swallowed was damning enough.

"relax, i'm only here to help you, sweet thing." the terms of endearment he kept referring to you with made your knees clash together in response. as if he had hypnotized you, you felt as though you were caught up in a trance, allowing the perfect young man to lead you toward the cashier.

the woman looks away from her magazine, meeting his grey eyes as his charm seemingly made her laziness disappear. she sits straight up in her seat, swallowing her gum in the process as her shaky hands scan the bottles of alcohol. "u-uhm, i need t-to see your i.d. to make sure y-you're of age to purchase these."

truthfully, had you not been so awestruck yourself, you would have laughed at how silly this cashier was behaving.

a rich chuckle was heard coming from the devastatingly handsome man, "but of course." he reaches into the pockets of his pants to pull out his wallet, extracting both his i.d. and a sleek black debit card. from your observations, you knew that his name was sung jinwoo and that he was 20 years old (a mere two years older than you.)

the cashier's gaze lingers a bit too long on his license before shaking her head, "t-thank you so much, sir!" taking his card, she swipes it, allowing the payment to go through before returning them to him. jinwoo thanks the cashier and takes the bags filled with alcohol, walking out of the convenience store with you trailing behind him.

a haughty voice calling our your name makes you stop dead in your tracks. as if sensing your discomfort, jinwoo takes a protective stance in front of you, his cool gaze meeting hae-in. yet whatever annoyance that once twisted her perfect features all but melts upon seeing jinwoo.

trying to act coy now, she brushes aside her golden blonde hair, allowing her grey eyes to morph into a much more seductive look. "oh, who's your new friend?"

a bitter taste fills your mouth at the sight of hae-in flirting with jinwoo, and you felt a strange sense of red hot anger burning through you. somehow, you could already feel the dread making a deadweight settle at the pit of your stomach as you were certain that jinwoo would fall to his knees for her-

so imagine your surprise when he shoves the bag of wine coolers into her unsuspecting hands. "introductions aren't necessary, i know that you're the sole heiress to cha industries."

your eyes go wide upon seeing the shocked look on hae-in's face, with her taking a step back as she struggled to find the right words to say, "w-well, if you know who i am, then that should give you all the more reason to hang out with me..."

she was practically ignoring you, pulling out her claws with every intention of sinking them into jinwoo.

yet he further surprises you the moment he grips at hae-in's wrist, "sorry, but i'm not interested." his smile was achingly polite when he releases hae-in's hand, "i paid for your drinks in full and would like to have..." jinwoo purposely trails off before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "her as compensation."

"HER?!" hae-in's shrill voice of disbelief echoes throughout the parking lot, her nostrils flaring in response all while refusing to meet your gaze. unfazed by her outburst, jinwoo simply gives her a kind smile before leading you away from her. "if you'll excuse us."

your head felt like it was in the clouds now, your gaze taking in jinwoo as he was nothing short of a savior within your eyes. with your attention solely focused on jinwoo, you didn't see the way hae-in's eyes burned with hatred for you-

how she bit down so harshly at her bottom lip that it was enough to draw blood.

with soohyun and alicia seen hesitantly getting out of her car, hae-in could practically taste something metallic within her lips the moment she sees you getting into jinwoo's sleek vehicle. running on autopilot, she allows her feelings of disdain for you fuel her, calling someone she knew would be all too willing to help with her endeavors. she waits a few seconds, feeling a smile spread through her expression when he picks up on the other line.

"tomorrow, when you see us at the party, i want you to completely ruin this pest for me..."

{ ... }

admittedly, your mind was still spinning the moment you got into the car with jinwoo, your eyes drawn to his hand as he meticulously wove through the streets of the city. knowing that you had to say something to convey how grateful you were to him, you cleared your throat and hesitantly began.

"uhm, jinwoo... what happened back there, just- thank you, for helping me."

he looks back at you from his periphery, grey eyes shining with mirth while giving you a nod and a hum. the silence was deafening as jinwoo continues to drive for a few more minutes before turning into a parking lot. choosing a random spot, he parks the car before shutting off the engine, allowing his keys to swing back and forth as he focuses his attention on you.

"that girl is clearly not a true friend, so why even bother hanging out with her?"

jinwoo's question causes your stomach to sour slightly in response. letting out a shaky breath, you play with the ends of your hair, trying to find the right words to explain your situation to him. gathering your thoughts, you decide to be honest with him. "i've spent most of my life simply breezing through it."

you could see jinwoo lift an eyebrow in response to your words, but keeps quiet, silently beckoning you to continue. "i am an only child, yet had always been mild mannered. i made good enough grades and was able to attend university with some scholarships. looking back at my simple life, something inside of me changed with a desire to... to live a fuller life. that's why... i associated myself with cha hae-in and her groupies to begin with, constantly living in their shadows just for a taste of something more-"

"like parties and stealing alcohol?" there was an almost mocking tone heard within jinwoo's voice, making your cheeks burn with a bit of shame. you couldn't find any words of protests to try and defend yourself, but jinwoo's sudden laughter makes you visibly relax.

"it's okay, i was young and foolish when i was your age too, and that wasn't too long ago." the sensation of his palm gently cupping at your cheek was what made you practically melt into him. he was smiling at you, grey eyes appearing as dark as onyx from beneath the night sky-

only to suddenly flash a glowing, lilac hue for a brief second before returning back to its hue of endless darkness. "if any of them hurt you, come find me."

before you could respond to his command, jinwoo takes out his keys from the ignition while opening the door, "come on, let's go get some ice cream. i found this great parlor not too long ago, and it's located within this exact shopping center."

the promise of delicious ice cream banishes the memory of his glowing eyes and biting words as you got out of his car and joined him, feeling your breathing hitch the moment he takes a hold of your hand and leads you towards the ice cream parlor.

{ ... }

jinwoo's words kept echoing within the confines of your mind, making you lose your focus throughout the day. he had given you his number the night before, yet you were still too hesitant to reach out to him.

you didn't want to seem desperate or needy-

yet the more irrational part of you didn't care.

you wanted to be with jinwoo regardless of the consequences.

with your thumbs poised over jinwoo's name saved on your phone, you were about to give him a call when your phone came to life, alerting you with a call from hae-in. as a habit, you pick it up immediately, letting out a silent string of curses as you answered, "h-hello?"

your name was heard on the other line, void of the prior anger you had witnessed from the night before. "hey it's about time you picked up! you didn't forget about dongsoo's party, right?"

you ignore the pinpricks of anxiety at the mere mention of the party, reminding yourself the reason you had befriended such an awful girl like hae-in to begin with. letting out a shaky breath, you clutch your phone even tighter, "you... aren't mad at me?"

a series of melodious laughter was heard coming from the other line, "you mean what happened last night? please, i can get guys who are more devastatingly handsome than that lanky toothpick. all is forgiven, sweetie, so come meet us all at the frat house, okay? we'll be waiting~"

hae-in hangs up the call, letting you know that she would not accept no as an answer from you. clenching your eyes shut, you take a moment to even out your breathing and strengthen your resolve, jumping out of bed to get ready for the party.

one party-

just one party-

you would take this chance to attend this single party before cutting off all ties from hae-in and her toxic world.

{ ... }

the atmosphere of dongsoo's event was stifling to say the least. the moment you entered the fraternity house, you saw no signs of hae-in or soohyun and alicia. not interested in partaking in any of the debauchery that was bound to happen, you decided at the last minute to simply mingle for a few hours before leaving.

you managed to find a secluded area near the dining room and kitchen, searching for a bottle of water when a booming voice was heard calling your name. stopping your search, you trail your gaze over the general area where your name had been called, only to stiffen significantly upon seeing dongsoo's towering figure making his way towards you.

"there you are, babygirl, been lookin' everywhere f'you." his massive arm captures your wrist in a tight grip, making the panic set in as he pulled you away from the kitchen and towards the stairs. "where are you taking me? let me go!" you attempt to pull your arm away from his grip, but he was too strong, practically dragging you along.

your heart was pounding, its palpitations nearly choking you as the anxiety and adrenaline courses through your veins. your pleas for help goes unnoticed as they were drowned out from the music and hundreds of people conversing and laughing together. your deepest fears were confirmed the moment dongsoo finds an empty bedroom, slamming the door shut before locking you within the room with him.

"y'know, y'don't look half bad... you're pretty in that stuck up type of way..." you tremble, nearly gagging when you could smell the powerful scent of vodka wafting off of him. a shudder of disgust runs down your spine when you felt his wet tongue lapping at your skin. tears of desperation were streaming down your face now, and in a latch ditch effort to get this fucking pig away from you, you gave his abdomen a swift kick.

thanks to his inebriated state, dongsoo immediately falls to the ground, letting out a grunt before vomiting his brains out just seconds later. the scent of bile reaches your nostrils, causing you to recoil before unlocking the door, making a mad dash out of the room.

tears kept streaming down your face, and you were solely focused on getting out of this place when a flash stops you from moving forward. you look toward the direction, only to see three familiar girls with their phones aimed at you, taking what had to be a plethora of pictures.

"hehe, say cheese sweetie!"

with hae-in's words echoing within the depths of your mind, you shove through the crowd and manage to escape from the house party. your sobs echo throughout campus as you blindly searched for a way home.

due to your tears nearly blinding you, you didn't see the dark figure that suddenly appears in front of you, causing you to crash against a hard chest as a voice calls out your name. "hey hey, calm down, it's just me...! what happened?"

you were still sobbing when jinwoo was felt framing at your cheeks, eyes filled with concern for you as he takes in your bloodshot eyes and face damp with tears, "what happened? who hurt you?"

all you wanted to do was forget, clinging to the front of jinwoo's coat while burying your face within his chest, "n-no, don't make me t-talk about it! i-i just want to forget, j-jinwoo, just please, take me away."

needing no further urging from you, jinwoo takes you in his arms and begins walking, keeping you pressed against his chest. surrounded by his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne, you felt safe and protected in his embrace, not daring to let him go even as he unlocked the door to what you assumed was his dorm.

pressing gentle kisses against your hair, jinwoo takes steady strides within his dorm room, leading you towards his bedroom while placing you on top of his mattress. he was about to tuck you in and let you rest when the sensation of your arms wrapping around his neck halts his movements. your tears had finally dried now, and you wanted nothing more than to have jinwoo-

"stay." you tell him in hushed tones, tightening your arms around his neck, "please stay."

letting out a groan of your name, jinwoo remains hovered over you, pressing a deep kiss against your lips before descending upon you. how you found yourself so intimately intertwined with jinwoo was a mystery. one moment you were basking in the sensation of experiencing your first kiss with him-

and the next, you felt him piercing through you, your bodies tangled together in a dance of intimacy that takes your very breath away. never once did jinwoo stop kissing you, feeling his hands caressing at your skin in such a reverent manner that takes your very breath away.

time became a lost concept to you when jinwoo finally lays beside you, wrapping his powerful arms around your waist before bringing you closer to his naked chest. pressing another lingering kiss against your temple, you felt your walls slowly crumble in response when you decided to tell jinwoo what had happened during the party.

"i think hae-in had every intention of using dongsoo to hurt me tonight... to hurt me in... immeasurable ways."

jinwoo tightens his arms around you, and you could hear the way his breathing becomes even more labored in response to your confession. you take his silence as a means to continue, wishing to soothe his concerns, "but i was lucky. dongsoo was nearly blacked out drunk and i was able to fight him off of me and escape."

"so you ran out of the house and into me." jinwoo finishes your story through gritted teeth, earning a nod from you. "y-yes... so despite how fucked up it was, i'm okay... i'm okay."

you didn't even realize that you had began crying again until jinwoo wiped the tears from your eyes, focused solely on comforting you as he takes you even deeper into his embrace. while he comforts you, jinwoo was able to distract you from the wisps that escapes from jinwoo's growing shadow, not even seeing the glowing lilac quality of his eyes while he silently commanded his soldiers to do his bidding-

all for your sake.

{ ... }

the party had ended when dawn came as hae-in walks with her friends back to her car. she giggles, basking in the memory of your teared stained face while taking another swig of alcohol from the glass bottle.

"that'll show that bitch for daring to make a fool of me!" hae-in twirls around soohyun and alicia, basking in their giggles while taking turns drinking from the same bottle of alcohol.

as their laughter continues to echo throughout the area, they remained blissfully unaware of how their shadows lengthened, revealing three ant-like monsters from the depths. hae-in was the first to react, feeling the strands of hair stand from the back of her head when she turns around to face the looming figure.

it was over before she could even scream as the scent of blood thickens within the horizons.

{ ... }

with jinwoo by your side, you felt like you could finally face hae-in and cut ties with her for good. by some miracle, you were able to go through the motions of your day, finishing up your classes with jinwoo texting you during your free time.

it was now late in the afternoon, and you were waiting with bated breath outside of your university's cafe. jinwoo remains by your side with a bored expression on his face, taking casual sips of his coffee before speaking to you,

"i thought you said that hae-in usually gets her lunch here?"

"she does." you tell him with a sigh, getting out your phone as you looked at the text you sent a few hours ago to come and meet you. yet it remains unread even now.

is it possible that she could have blocked you?

where could she be?

not only had your texts remained unread and unanswered by hae-in, but by soohyun and alicia as well.

"what is going on?" you ask no one in particular, yet still received an answer from jinwoo.

"come on, we've been waiting here for thirty minutes, and it's clear that they're not going to show up." jinwoo was standing in front of you now, hands lovingly framing at your face before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead, "perhaps they wanted to enjoy a trip away from campus or something, using their connections to get some free time?"

you end up smiling upon hearing his explanation. after all, it made perfect sense to you, and it was something you could see hae-in pulling off with ease. giving jinwoo a nod, you loop your arms together with his, "lead the way, jinwoo. i'm starving and could use something delicious and hearty to eat."

basking in his rich chuckles, jinwoo places another kiss against your hair while grinning down at you, "and i think i know the perfect place."

{ ... }

three months had passed, and you failed to even realize that they were missing-

that hae-in, soohyun, alicia, and dongsoo had not been seen ever since the night of the party.

investigators had flooded the university with questions of when they had last seen the group, yet the copious amounts of alcohol they had consumed during such an event made their memories hazy as to what had happened that night.

with zero leads and the case steadily turning cold, the authorities were pulling at the seams for any clues with each prestigious family breathing down their necks to find their beloved children-

yet you remained blissfully unaware of their respective absences, basking in your newly found life of peace while remaining by jinwoo's side, trapped in a rose-colored lens as you failed to see the lingering darkness that trails behind jinwoo with each step that he takes.

{ ... }

despite only dating for a few months, when jinwoo asked you to move in with him, you said yes to such an offer with zero hesitation. the only thought that ran through your mind was how much you wanted to be with jinwoo, filling your days with daydreams of how jinwoo would spoil you as you woke up next to him.

with the boxes of your belongings unpacked, you trail your gaze towards your boyfriend's own boxes. none of them had yet to be unpacked, and jinwoo had even strictly told you to let him deal with it-

to never open any of those boxes as he would take care of unpacking his own belongings.

yet you, so stupidly in love with him, wanted to be a good girlfriend and help out your lover in some way. ignoring his own words, you unpack one of jinwoo's boxes at random, slicing open the tape with your scissors only to suddenly freeze in response.

settled within the box were some clothes stained a deep red, the faint scent of iron wafting off of the fabric causes the bile to travel up your throat. your hands were shaking, picking up what appeared to be a slender dress in what was once a champagne gold in hue. your mind immediately goes back to the horrific night of that party all those months ago-

with your mind painting a vivid image of hae-in wearing this exact dress.

what felt like ice courses through your veins, turning your body cold as you shivered in response to the sudden revelation. you didn't need to further explore the contents of the box to know that soohyun, alicia, and dongsoo's bloodstained clothes were tossed haphazardly into the box as well.

there was a sudden shift in the air as you felt the sensation of jinwoo's hands releasing your tight grip on hae-in's ruined dress. "i thought i told you to leave the unpacking to me?" jinwoo's voice was heard softly cooing in your ear, his tone void of any malice as they dripped with adoration for you.

"but i suppose i can't hide it from you any longer." he sighs, taking your limp form into his lap while burying his face within your shoulder. "you know i had to do something to all those people that hurt you, right? you know how much i had fallen for you when i saw you at first sight?"

your body trembles in response to his confession, making you dimly aware of his words when he lets out a sigh, "i didn't think anything would happen the moment i transferred here, yet... the sight of you was enough to bring me to my knees. i had seen you trailing behind those rotten women with your head bowed low, had seen how they saw you as something meant to be forgotten."

his reverent touch was felt against your hair now, with his lips trailing down your temples before pressing a lingering kiss on your skin, "i knew then that i had to claim you as my own, to somehow protect you from their selfishness."

jinwoo's breathing becomes ragged now when you felt him gripping at your chin, "when you came to me that night, running straight into my arms with tears running down your face, i had seen what they had done to you. i had every intention of killing each and every one of them a painful death from how they had wronged you-

but the sight of your crying face stopped me... and i chose to comfort you instead; keeping you in my arms while allowing them to disappear by other means."

there was a crazed expression seen glimmering within jinwoo's eyes, with those irises flashing violet as his hands continue to frame at your face, "so i got rid of them with the intention of staging their deaths as mere suicide, just to protect your happiness- just to protect your peace. you understand where i'm coming from, right? that i did it all for love- that i did this all for us."

your lips remain parted when jinwoo finishes his confession. you knew that this man wasn't normal, that he was a monster you had foolishly fallen for. you knew that he was capable of destroying you, or taking your life away with a simple snap of his fingers-

yet there was a single thought that runs through your mind, repeating itself over and over again in a neverending mantra-

for how could you ever reject a monster who loves you so deeply?

knowing what you were getting yourself into, you lean closer to jinwoo to capture his lips in a searing kiss-

sealing your fate with jinwoo as you willingly tied your life together with his.

end notes: lmao this totally wasn't inspired by the indie horror film piggy either lmaooo what do you mean??

and happy birthday jinwoo 🙂‍↕️ i hope you enjoyed this unhinged story dedicated to you.

ps - if this ends up sucking really bad, i apologize and won’t write stories like this ever again 😭

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!