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Yeonjun - trust fund baby

synopsis: He was the ultimate, stereotypical rich kid. A trust fund baby having grown up with everything he wanted, never had to work an honest day in his life. You didn’t know exactly why your dad decided he was the ‘’ perfect fit ‘’ but you ended up being forced to marry him.

wc: 8.3k

pairing: f.m reader x yeonjun

genre: yandere, thriller

note: I decided to do short stories to post for a member every once in a while - every member gets assigned a song from the album somewhat related to the story + every other story has a good or bad ending, 🖤

there’s a lot of time-skips bc I didn’t want to make it too long, also the ending is so bad I’m terrible at endings

a/n + extra warning: this will probably be the darkest fic out of the all the members as it has non-con in it (not description, only ‘’ beginning of it ‘’ + talk of it after - and ofc this is in no way a reflection of yeonjun irl. This character is the most vile, disgusting, punchable asshole I’ve probably ever created. Pls read trigger warnings before continuing ⚠️⚠️⚠️

tw / trigger warning: non-con sex (SA), murder, degrading language, swearing, arranged marriage, forceful feeding, daddy issues & mommy issues, unhealthy attachment style, dacryphilia, LGBTQIA death

((none of the GIFs are mine, if you feel uncomfortable with yours being used in yandere fics pls message me <3 :) ))

He didn’t deserve any of it.

That was all you could think about as you walked the halls of your husband-to-be’s extravagant house. You had always had a deep-rooted hate for rich people. What had they really done in their past lives that made them so special, that made them so worthy of the privilege and easiness that was handed to them at their birth. What was it?

In all your years alive, you had never figured it out. You were quite spiritual due to your upbringing, and believed rich people or people in general who live comfortably with minimal pain - were people who had worked hard in the afterlife to earn points, being able to reincarnate to whatever they wanted to - yet it was still a mystery; why, how - you did not possess the true answers to these questions. You could only watch as they took everything they had for granted, while you barely had enough to survive.

Perhaps the person having the riches didn’t know himself, because he was arrogant, delusional and entitled, thinking the whole world was supposed to be catered to him. 

All he knew was that he wasn’t built for love. At least not normal and healthy love. He only knew obsessions and extremes, that was how he was raised with absent parents, always working. He knew that their parenting, or rather lack of lead to their son being unhealthily attached to his maids and that this would eventually affect his love-life too. He wouldn’t fall in love the typical way - no, he’d fall in ‘’ love ‘’ due to obsession, due to not being able to get whoever he desired whenever he desired it, like a kid throwing a tantrum.

You just happened to be an inconvenience - why did your father have to propose such an idea to a lustful, hormonal young man who was trying to figure out the world. 

So it was really your fault. You were the reason for his forbidden, hushed feelings; those that were dark, unwanted and scary - those he carried but could never show.

That’s why he looked down on you now, standing on the second floor at the top of the stairs - with a mix of emotions behind his eyes. Hatred, anger, maybe pity.

You looked quite kind, sweet and far too innocent for what he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop from happening to you.

He was going to ruin you completely, he’d enjoy it for sure but now all he could feel was sympathy for the broken down version, that was a complete 180 from this woman, that would come to be.

*******

The butler next to you shifted uncomfortably, very much embodying the tense and slightly awkward air in the room.

“ Welcome to house Choi, ma’am “ he pressed out before hurrying away.

You now stood in front of your husband. It all felt a little too unreal. Other than the person you had been married off to, there was also the fact that were was no wedding, no send off or goodbye, no nothing really.

It made it so much harder to accept your current reality.

“ Hello “

He was the first one to speak out of the two of you, now that you had been left alone, to your dismay.

“ Hi “ you said, only keeping the eye-contact briefly.

“ I’ll show you to our room “

You nodded, swallowing all the insults you wanted to hurl at your husband. He took you further into the second floor, where endless hallways stretched from a sort of pentagon shaped base. 

You followed him hurriedly, afraid to get lost - to the middle hallway, at the end of it was yet another unnecessarily extravagant and luxurious item, an almost white or beige tall door with gold carvings on it.

He pushed it open to reveal even more lavishness. You refused to show any sort of fascination or awe at any of it. Yet he still looked at you smugly while you took it all in though, as if expecting anyone to be immensely impressed.

You put down your bags at the end of the bed and sat on it, sighing deeply since you felt grateful for some time to yourself and to be able to rest. But your husband, Yeonjun seemed to linger for long in the doorframe, just watching you creepily.

You finally tore your eyes away from the floor and looked at him, an assertive look on your face.

‘‘ Can I get some alone time or will you stick to me at all times because we’re married now? ‘‘ you asked coldly while keeping eye-contact.

Something flashed behind his eyes, but just as quickly as you had seen it, it was gone and instead replaced by a cocky grin.

‘‘ You’re feisty, aren’t you? ‘‘ he laughed and then turned on his heel, but stopped before closing the door behind him.

‘‘ Ah, right. Dinner’s at 6, don’t be late ‘‘ he pointed at something behind you, a clock and then winked cheekily before finally exiting completely.

You buried yourself under the covers, barely having any time to think before you drifted off to sleep in a heartbeat. 

*******

A loud noise woke you up several hours later. You swore you had just dozed off for a couple of minutes. As the grogginess from sleep wore off, an angry Yeonjun came into your line of view.

He was staring down at you, tie undone and he looked like he could get on top of the bed and choke you just about then.

You sat up straight, now feeling a lot more awake with the fear-inducing eyes on you.

‘‘ S-sorry, did I..? ‘‘ you began, not quite sure yet what you had done wrong.

‘‘ Miss dinner? Yeah ‘‘ he wasted no time on closing the space between you, a hand gripping your arm and hoisting you up on your feet.

You only stared at him in fear but he paid you no mind - stubbornly forcing you to go down the stairs and sit to eat.

The fact that while glancing over and seeing that his seat was empty, made the whole situation more uncomfortable. He was standing to your left, very close and just staring at you waiting for you to eat.

You didn’t even realise you were sweating - you should’ve just taken a bite, to satisfy him but for some reason you couldn’t. The anxiety paired with the intense stare on you made you unable to hold your fork straight.

After a while he was even more fed up. One hand grabbed ahold of your jawline while the other grabbed the fork with a bit of meat. He then forced your mouth open and shoved it in so forcefully that you felt the ends of the fork stab the roof of your mouth.

You winched away from him, but he was already going for another bite. This time you let him open your mouth without much resistance.

When his eyes lingered on you again you quickly swallowed. He looked satisfied and you made the mistake of thinking he wasn’t angry anymore; that, that was the end of it.

He led you upstairs again, into your shared bedroom and closed the door behind. Everything was normal at first, he got ready for bed without saying a word - you of course turned away when he took his shirt off and instead went to the bathroom to do the same thing and brush your teeth.

You ended up admiring the nightgown he had given you. It was a bit too short but it was very cute with bows and lace at the edges. You smiled for the first time that day at such a small thing.

Then you braced yourself before walking out again. You barely looked at him before crawling into bed but felt how the bed dipped as he got in too.

Why was he being so quiet?

‘‘ Goodnight ‘‘ you said, hesitantly.

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up at the long silence after. Then you heard shuffling and felt him turn around to face you.

You felt uncomfortable again, closing your eyes and trying to think of anything but the fact that he was so close. That’s when he started to move closer, his heavy breath eventually tickling your neck as he buried his head in the crook of it.

‘‘ Aren’t you gonna give me a wedding gift? Stay still for me ‘‘ he said in a half-whisper, his husky voice sending shivers down your back.

Your furrowed your brows and was about to ask what he meant. 

‘’ I deserve this ‘’ he added.

Yeonjun’s hand slipped under the nightgown, lifting it so your underwear was exposed. You gasped and instantly reacted by trying to tug it down but his hand caught your wrist.

He liked how you struggled in his iron-like grip, he was stronger than you, way stronger and he was very determined to get what he had been waiting all day for.

You whimpered as you felt yourself run out of energy to keep trying to fight back and the realisation that the inevitable would happen because of it, broke your heart; tears streamed down your face as he flipped you over on your stomach.

Yeonjun felt ecstatic. He had been waiting too long for this, the moment you were declared his wife he wanted to mark you as his - practically willing to go to your house straight away. But he composed himself, he wanted it to be special. 

As special as it can be for someone who is sick and is only able to love sickly. In his fantasy it wasn’t romantic, it was a sort of ceremony. For his pleasure, and for your submission to be put into stone.

What he hadn’t expected though was for him to enjoy your tears so much. While watching you now, face down and pressed to the pillow with muffled sobs escaping you - he felt arousal and ecstasy and most of all power, all that he craved in front of him and within.

You did that to him. You brought out those addictive feelings. It was your fault you made him feel like this.

And finally he’d be able to punish you for it, something sure to leave a mark forever.

*******

The sun shined right onto your face early in the morning, making you toss and turn and realise at the same time that you were unfortunately alive - you had prayed to not wake up again, but alas God never listens.

The memories of the night before came flooding back to you but you tried your best to push them away by repeating random words inside your head in hopes of your brain latching on to something else.

You cautiously peeked at the man beside you. Seeing that monster after what he did to you almost made you throw up. The glance was quick, he looked like he was sleeping comfortably, resting on one of his arms that was stretched up and under his head.

Despite you crying yourself to sleep and wishing to never wake up again, there was one thing you had wished for more - for him to never wake up again. It would be the ultimate karma if he never did. You would inherit his fortune living comfortably in this big mansion all alone, not a man in sight to disturb you.

But whenever you allowed your mind to wander like that the more realistic thoughts would hit, unfortunately. Saying that if it sounded too good to be true, it was very likely to be so.

Soon enough, you felt your husband’s hands wrap around your waist, tugging you so close that your back was touching him.

Involuntarily you began to shake, thinking he was going to repeat his horrific acts until you showed submission and obedience.

A sudden deep laugh caught you off guard.

“ You can’t even look at me “ Yeonjun said, tauntingly.

You closed your eyes praying to whatever God was out there to not make you cry in this moment, to not show weakness.

“ You’re still fighting, which makes it more fun for me “ he added.

“ But really, we both know you should give up, especially after yesterday “ he sneered.

Your body froze, you felt like you had to get out of his arms because they were not a safe space. Putting your weight on your forearm, you pushed with it to sort of shuffle out of his hold.

He scoffed and not even a second later you were pulled back into his arms without any effort.

It felt humiliating and defeating.

“ You’re so fucking weak “

His words hit like knives, and he knew it did.

The dark, mocking chuckles that followed felt very disturbing. But nonetheless, you were still extremely determined to not give in completely and let yourself cry. It proved to be harder than you had thought. You almost flinched and audibly gagged when you felt his disgusting hands wandering and snaking around your waist again. It took a lot of effort to not do any of that, on top of not crying - it was honestly exhausting.

Your eyelids began feeling heavy again. Yeonjun felt you relax - finally not fighting back anymore, which surprised him. Instead of having to fight the emotions from overtaking you, you now had to fight to stay awake, because there was no way in hell you’d let yourself fall asleep around him and be as vulnerable as can be.

It was taking all of your energy to stay awake though. The man behind you gave you a rare smile, one only he could see. He couldn’t help but find you cute in that moment. You looked very vulnerable - fighting deeply against the unfairness of the world, but in the end, succumbing to something as simple as a basic human need.

How pathetic

As your breathing became heavier, head hanging only for it to dart back up a few seconds later - along with you desperately trying to tell yourself words in your mind to stay awake, you eventually was not able to fight the laws of the nature.

Your head dipped again, but this time you fell asleep deeply. Soundly sleeping comfortably in the arms of your abuser.

Yeonjun looked down at you with a newfound curiosity. In a way it was bittersweet - he could have manipulated you, played his cards right and made you fall in love but in the end he knew it was gonna be a one-sided relationship again, like all his past relationships, wether it be romantic or platonic.

He was scared of going out of his usual routine. New things or experiences scared him and he didn’t feel that anything such would go his way. If you knew this, maybe you wouldn’t blame him but then again, that was probably just him making excuses for acting badly towards people.

He hadn’t known any other way but for some reason you had to suffer because of it - Yeonjun knew that wasn’t fair, but he felt he couldn’t help it. It’s very hard to break free from the way you’re programmed to do, every day of your life.

Your newfound husband thought this as he looked at his wife. He didn’t want to do anything inappropriate at that moment, he just wanted to watch you sleep, curiously.

You looked the most comfortable and safe when you slept, a slight upturn of the corners of your mouth was something that indicated this, and something he had noticed the night before.

Maybe it was because that was the only place that felt truly safe for you. If he was normal, he would’ve started to feel immense guilt by now, but Yeonjun felt nothing.

He felt that very thing he did - he did for a reason and putting oneself’s first as a priority wasn’t a bad thing.

*******

When you opened your eyes again, it didn’t take long for you to recall what had happened just before you fell asleep. However, you quickly realised you couldn’t feel his strong hold around you anymore.

You looked behind you and then scanned the rest of the room and came to the conclusion that he must’ve got up and left the room. You let out a relieved sigh, not sure if you could handle his suffocating presence again. You were thankful for the few moments alone you got.

So you sat there for several minutes - not particularly admiring the room like you would’ve if this was normal, because it was anything but normal. Instead you were looking around the room to look for weapons and escape routes.

It was spacious, should he chase you; but it had downsides - it didn’t have any good weapons, maybe purposefully and it only had the one door to the bathroom, the other door to the entrance and windows that were far too high up.

You went over the pros and cons of jumping through the window, because you were way too sure there was no way you’d get out through the front; he had those terrifying guards, maids and probably an alarm. In short, way too many things to alert the devil that you were trying to escape.

If you were to jump, you might break a leg or two at most, you could handle one leg or a broken ankle, as well as a broken arm but maybe you were being way too optimistic. Either way you refused to let the small spark of hope inside die.

Firm knocks interrupted your thoughts. You glanced to the door just in time to see it open, revealing Yeonjun. He hadn’t even waited for you to give an answer, the thought made you scoff as you met his eyes - of course not.

‘‘ You’re finally up ‘‘ he said plainly.

You pursed your lips and nodded.

‘‘ Let’s go down then, my maids are waiting for you ‘‘

You furrowed your brows confusedly. His maids? What could they possibly want?

He laughed at your puzzled expression.

‘‘ To bathe you ‘‘ 

‘‘ To, bathe- ‘‘ you stuttered.

But your husband had already turned on his heel.

‘‘ I have short patience, move it ‘‘ he warned while looking over his shoulder at you, not stopping once.

You hurriedly followed and on the way down the staircase you looked around like you had done in the bedroom to look for escape routes and possible weapons. The sight disappointed you yet again, and without meaning to you let out a defeated sigh.

‘‘ No need to look, there’s no way out of here ‘‘ he snickered in front of you with his back turned.

‘‘ What? I wasn’t- ‘‘

‘‘ I have cameras, everywhere ‘‘ 

You swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in your throat. Technically you hadn’t done anything wrong but you were terrified of getting punished again, which was why you felt like you were now walking on eggshells.

You followed him all the way down the many notorious hallways - ending up outside a smaller bathroom, luxurious nonetheless, with the door standing open and revealing one maid kneeling by the bathtub. It looked like she was scrubbing it. When she heard your footsteps coming to a halt in front of the bathroom she looked up and gave a polite smile.

‘‘ Hello, master ‘‘

You cringed at the word.

‘‘ Take care of her ‘‘ Yeonjun said, barely reacting to what she had called him.

The maid nodded and then turned her attention to you.

‘‘ Welcome, y/n. We’re very happy you’re here ‘‘ she said, warmly.

You had to bite your tongue to hold yourself back from exploding in anger or giving her a sarcastic comment. Still, you realised they most likely had no choice in what to say or do when it came to their ‘master’s’ house.

A hand grazed your lower back, sending shivers down your spine, before giving you a slight nudge that made you take a step forwards.

You were about to look back and say something but yet again he was already on his way. You scoffed. He did how he pleased at all times.

‘‘ Y/n? ‘‘ the maid’s soft voice caught your attention again.

‘‘ Hm? ‘‘ you said mindlessly, still watching your husband striding down the corridor.

You wondered what he was in such a hurry to do, where was he going?

‘‘ By orders, I have to wash you. Please enter ‘‘ she said, the polite smile faltering a bit showing that her patience was running out.

You sighed and stepped inside. Not long after an arm reached behind you and closed the door, locking it.

The maid clearly didn’t want to waste any more time, because as soon as the click echoed in the small room - her petite hands quickly found the rim of your t-shirt. She was keeping eye-contact to get consent so she could continue undressing you, and it weirdly felt very intimate yet appreciative.

You nodded, smiling awkwardly. It was clear that both of you wanted it to be over with, so you weren’t going to fight and risk making it last longer.

She pulled the shirt over your head and looked into your eyes again when reaching for your pants. You nodded, avoiding eye-contact.

She did the rest swiftly and then told you to wait while preparing the bath. As she was doing so, you got the chance to really look at her. You couldn’t stop yourself even if you really wanted to. 

You were planning on leaving this place anyway and didn’t want to have to save people you had just met. But you couldn’t help but feel pity as you watched her turn on the tap. She looked young, but older than you by quite a few years and you knew deep inside that there was no way she was doing this job willingly, something you didn’t want to think about.

She also looked sad, her head was hanging most of the time, except for when she had to look into your eyes. It was obvious her polite, sweet smile was a trained automatic mechanism to appear fine and normal on the outside. But if you looked closer you could see the stress evident on her skin and her dark circles.

She turned to you now, with that smile on her face.

‘’ The bath is ready, miss ‘’

You got up and let yourself be lead into the bath, one hand holding onto hers for balance. While in you let out a satisfied breath. This was definitely the most relaxed you had felt since arriving at the mansion; a well deserved break.

After some time of having your eyes closed and a long silence, you opened your eyes again to thank the maid. Her hand was still holding yours but she looked back at you with such intensity that all your words got knocked out of you.

Her eyes were open wide, red specked like she hadn’t slept in days and her fingers tightened around your hand when she saw that she had finally caught your attention.

All you managed to get out was a confused groan.

‘’ Miss, you need to get out of here ‘’ she started, talking at a rapid speed.

‘’ It’s awful here you need to escape before it’s too late I know a way it will take time- ‘’ she added, so quickly it all melted into an incomprehensible mumble.

‘‘-slow down! ‘‘ you grabbed her shoulders to ground her and she breathed out shakily.

‘‘ I’m sorry, miss ‘‘ 

You smiled at her, seeing that she had calmed down but she looked rather disappointed in herself.

‘‘ You have to escape ‘‘ 

You tilted your head at this.

This was the last thing you had expected. The first worker you see is willing to risk their life to help you escape. Not only that, but they grab the first chance they get with you alone to tell you that you need to escape.

‘’ I know a way, I- ‘‘ 

‘‘-What? You know a way? Please tell me, hurry, please! ‘‘ 

It was your time to sound desperate now. You felt paranoid that Yeonjun would come back any minute now. Your heartbeat had picked up and you stared at her the same way, with the same intensity she had done just a few seconds ago.

‘‘ Yes, but it will take time, miss calm down ‘‘ her thumb stroked over your intertwined hands.

You breathed in and out deeply which made your heart-rate stabilise as well as calm your overactive mind which was overflowing with questions, having an urgent need for action.

‘‘ First, you need to gain his trust. You will have to do whatever it takes, no matter how much you hate it ‘‘ she nodded firmly when she saw you grimace at the idea.

‘‘ Then, once he trusts you enough he will let you go outside. You will always be with maids or guards outside but when the day comes that I’m the one to watch over you, you make a run for it! ‘‘ she said in a hushed, urgent voice.

‘‘ Where to? ‘‘ 

‘‘ At the end of the garden he has a botanical pathway, big plants and flowers cover it, but there’s a secret gate there at the very end that leads directly onto a footpath ‘‘

‘‘ You follow it and you will eventually reach a hill, on top you can see the neighbourhoods and the city. It won’t take long to get to the nearest house ‘‘

You nodded eagerly, now taking both of her hands into yours.

‘‘ Thank you, thank you so much ‘‘ your eyes welled up with tears of gratitude.

She gave you a genuine, wide smile full of hope for the first time.

‘‘ What are you doing? ‘‘ a curious and slightly disgusted voice asked.

You and the maid jumped at the new voice joining the conversation. None of you had noticed the door opening, Yeonjun must’ve opened it slowly because he heard hushed voices inside. 

But to your surprise, he didn’t look angry. He merely cocked an eyebrow and smirked when you looked at him bewildered and with what you could only imagine was a guilty expression.

‘‘ Are you two done? ‘‘

The maid snapped out of her shock and got up on her feet, pulling you up by the arm with her. She bowed deeply and seemed to keep her head hanging lower than usual, probably to hide her flushed cheeks.

‘‘ Yes, sorry sir ‘‘ she hurried to blurt out, voice shaky.

Yeonjun looked satisfied with her answer and turned his eyes to you again. An amused glint took over his brown eyes, that traveled over your body. That was the exact moment both you and the maid realised you were still naked.

You shrieked and immediately darted behind her to try and hide.

‘‘ Oh come on, it’s not like I haven’t seen it already ‘‘ he teased meanly. 

You felt yourself get angry again but held back when the maid’s words came into your head again. She, on the other hand looked embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable at his words.

Several seconds in silence passed without him moving an inch, he had a challenging look in his eyes whenever you dared meet them. So you sighed after finally having enough of the game and went past the maid to pick up your clothes.

You could feel both their eyes on you as you quickly got dressed but you ignored it and hoped that your cheeks wouldn’t be flushed as well.

Then you stood up and stepped out of the room to stand next to Yeonjun, ready to follow him. You gave the maid another small smile of gratitude.

‘‘ Let’s go ‘‘

*******

After your talk with the maid you barely saw her and you started to feel anxious, thinking your husband had gotten rid of her or somehow found out your scheming. Time was moving incredibly slow, it felt like he never let his noose around your neck go, never making things a bit easier for you or being a bit more lenient - no matter how much you took whatever he did to you.

Every night, you’d cry and pray that the next day would be different, that tomorrow would be the day he loosened the hold to give you the opportunity to escape.

You hoped he hadn’t noticed your sudden change in behaviour. Thankfully, you didn’t think so because he had acted the exact same the past week. He rarely showed affection unless it was concealed under a humiliating tone but nothing else had changed. He was away for most of the day, going to his prestigious school and studying some before coming to torment you.

But then, the day came at last. You had thought it was another normal day with the same routine, a day of similarity merging together with all the other mundane days. 

You got up at the same time as him like always. Then you went downstairs to make breakfast for him and with a dead, emotionless expression on your face, you served him. He finished eating and dragged you upstairs to sit on the bed, praised you for being a ‘’ good girl ‘’ and forcefully kissed you, like he always did because he was afraid of showing he actually loved you.

Then he went downstairs and you were expected to follow him. As you were about to close the door he spoke to the guard next to the door.

‘‘ Ah right, today, she’s allowed outside. Don’t let her get out of your sight ‘‘ 

You immediately lit up but you suppressed it from showing with all your might. The guard nodded and bowed as Yeonjun walked to his driver, meanwhile he himself turned to you.

He didn’t say anything, but just opened the door all the way so you could walk out. You gave him what you thought was a weak smile, filled with uncertainty and nervousness and then followed as he started walking down the garden.

The garden was a lot bigger than you had imagined, something that would be a disadvantage to a person looking to escape. It was wide, long and open - not having many hiding-spots due to the big flower bushes being far from the path. They followed the huge cobble-wall that seemed to go as far as you looked.

The guard came to a halt about halfway down the path. If you continued down the steps that were a few meters away, there was a crossroad, one way to the left, where you assumed hot-springs were, due to the cloud of steam emitting from over there - and one straight way that looked thick with bushes almost swallowing the small path, you were sure that was where you’d reach the botanical garden the maid was talking about.

You made a mental note of it and then walked over to the wooden bench that the guard was pointing to. He lingered for a few minutes behind, keeping a close watch on you but left momentarily to answer a phone-call.

When he returned he barked orders at the handful of gardeners watering the plants to keep an eye on you as he had to do something important.

This could be your only chance.

The only problem was that you had to distract them somehow. But you thought there were a few ways although a shot in the dark, that you had to try. Not trying would make you more disappointed in yourself than trying to escape and then getting caught.

So you took a few calming breaths to prepare yourself and then approached the one closest to you. She was an elderly lady and was crouched down, picking some berries.

‘‘ Excuse me? ‘‘

You went over the practiced lines and plan once more in your head and tried to give her a confident smile.

The elderly woman turned her head towards you and blinked a few times, a blank expression on her face.

‘‘ Um, well I saw that there were some kids over by the entrance, they were apparently cutting off the flowers to give to someone else ‘‘

She continued to stare at you with a puzzled expression but gave no answer. When you saw her head turn to look at the other workers you panicked a bit, she didn’t seem to believe you so you had to give everything you got.

‘‘ Really, think of how disappointed Yeonjun would be when he finds out, your master ‘‘

Her eyes bulged as soon as you mentioned Yeonjun and she quickly scrambled to her feet, setting off on a half-run straight away.

You hurried down the steps, getting even closer to the crossway now and hid along with the wall. The gardeners who were working on the flowerbeds further away looked at each other confusedly. 

You got lucky, they started to move to follow the elderly woman meanwhile the ones closest to the mansion’s wall, where they couldn’t see you, stayed behind.

Just like you had planned in your head, you waited a bit longer before you would try to run for it.

You started to count down a minute, glancing a lot at the workers above and down the path again. It seemed quiet, so you slowly moved along the wall.

‘‘ What do you think you’re doing? ‘‘

The blood in your veins froze.

That voice...the one you hated so much. 

It was coming from right behind you. Somehow, being caught redhanded made your fight or flight kick in and you ran for it without looking back.

You could hear steps coming closer and closer.

Heading straight for the overgrown botanical garden you jumped into a rose bush some meters in. Running wasn’t your strongest suit so you figured hiding was the smartest move, and also since he’d know exactly what you would’ve been heading for. 

The steps became louder and you held your breath as they went right past you. The sound disappeared completely as the distance between you and your captor increased. How you wished there was another way out though; all you could do now was to wait for him to run back after realising you weren’t there and then you could crawl out and make a run for it again.

It would take way longer than you had anticipated.

It felt like you had sat still for hours in the bush, not daring to move around or barely breathe. The sky had even turned dark before you felt brave enough to peek out from your hiding spot.

Every sound made your anxiety spike - every rustling leaf or crunch from the gravel below your feet. Maybe it wasn’t too late to turn back? You could go out and up to the house, beg on your knees for Yeonjun to forgive you and maybe you’d be left alone, unhurt. 

You quickly shook off this thought invading your mind, it was too late to turn back now, you had waited too long for this opportunity to escape your personal hell on earth to chicken out now.

You remembered what your mom had told you - if you try there’s a 50/50 chance, if you don’t, it’s 0%. With these words echoing in your mind you finally pushed the last bush aside, revealing the path again to you.

A quick glance from side to side told you that no one was on it. You also listened for a few seconds but all that could be heard in the deafening silence were your own heavy breaths. 

You took a hesitant step out, being fully out in the open now to whoever had a view of the botanical garden’s entrance. It felt as if the sound of your heart drumming in your chest would cause it to jump out any minute - maybe along with any predators that lurked in these corners. 

The path cleared only for you to come face to face with an overgrown bit again but you knew that this was the way out, the hidden door. Pushing through it would prove to be quite the hassle. Thorns cut your skin easily and you hissed while trying to ignore the warm liquid pouring down slowly.

There wasn’t much left now, the maid can’t have meant a long path.

Right as you were beginning to see the clearing through the thinner leaves in front, you were yanked back by your hair.

You yelped in pain and tried to get out of the person’s hold. Deep down, you knew who it was which only made you thrash around frantically, desperately trying to get away from your predator.

‘‘ Found you ‘‘

His voice was low with no amusement in it, like he was tired and quite irritated. You felt cold metal touch the exposed skin on your neck, and seconds later you weren’t able to continue fighting back.

You cursed yourself, Yeonjun and even the world for being so unfair - expecting your vision to get blurry and accepting it when you fell into darkness again. 

*******

Your husband stood in front of your slumped form now. The guards had tied you up behind the pillar like they were told and he was just waiting for you to wake up.

Yeonjun was feeling only a little bit bad about what was about to happen, but you had tried to escape after all. Although it wasn’t successful, you had almost put everything on the line. If the public found out that a top businessman’s son had treated his wife like that, then the empire wouldn’t be his to take over. He couldn’t let that happen, so he needed to teach you a lesson - never escape again, never even try it.

Minutes passed and he was getting impatient. He walked over and nudged you with his foot, like you were no more than an animal that he didn’t want to be associated with.

You stirred slightly and then opened your eyes. Immediately you wished you could go back to being asleep, the only place you seemed to get peace.

The first thing you saw was your dad. Hands and feet bound and kneeling on the floor with a gag in his mouth. He looked rough. There were visible cuts on his face and his head was hanging looking like just holding his head up was tiresome. 

‘‘ What have you done to him? Why is he here? ‘‘ you asked, voice hoarse.

You felt exactly like your dad, tired and like you had given up. That hope you had so desperately held on to was not at all evident in your voice now.

Yeonjun crouched down next to you and the corners of his mouth curled up. There was no frustration in his eyes anymore, he met yours confidently - he had after all gotten what he wanted.

‘‘ Your dad is here...because you couldn’t behave ‘‘ he says, mockingly slow like you were a child or too stupid to understand.

You didn’t answer him, you only looked at your dad with pity. Somehow you knew what was going to happen to him but you felt too tired and angry to care. Nothing really surprised you now anyway, especially when it came to the extent of Yeonjun’s sadism and cruelty. 

His eyebrows twitched while watching you, he was confused.

‘‘ You don’t care? ‘‘

At that you saw your father move, his head raising to somewhat try to look at you. Something stirred in your heart; no matter what he had done to you, you could never hate him. No matter how hard you’d try, there would always be a sense of love and care for him. You wanted him to be happy and healthy, not here to meet a horrible fate that was due to your reckless actions.

The realisation of your true feelings made a single tear fall. You looked at him and met his eyes, smiling bittersweetly.

‘‘ I do ‘‘

‘‘ But? ‘‘ 

‘‘ There’s nothing I can do ‘‘

His arrogant laugh echoed. Not long after, he started to turn his head to focus on your dad, as if expecting something.

‘‘ I think there’s something you should know. Before your dad meets his fate that is ‘‘

Yeonjun paid you no attention as you stared bewildered at him, not sure what to expect.

He smirked again, eyes never leaving your dad. You saw in the corner of your eye how one of his guards moved from behind.

‘‘ You see, your dad never sold you off, not easily anyway ‘‘ you blinked at him, dread slowly creeping up on you.

‘‘ He was forced to. My dad threatened that he would kill you when your dad failed to follow through a payment. This was the only way he could save your life although immediately putting his own in misery ‘‘ he laughed mockingly to your dad.

‘‘ How pathetic ‘‘

Your eyes stung with fresh tears. You wished so badly that he was wrong; that your dad had really been an awful person to give his daughter up like that. But reality was often much more crueler than you’d expect, making this goodbye a deeply painful one.

Yeonjun felt amused as he watched your dad cry upon seeing your tears fall. He had lived with such guilt and pain, having to know every day that you hated him. But now, he felt more the pain of seeing his beloved daughter cry as she realised something and as he knew they would soon be separated again.

During the time you were apart and you hated him, he couldn’t help but think like a father - was your husband treating you okay? Were you fed and cared for? Did you feel lonely?

It ached his heart to come face to face with the person he had been forced to give you off to - a couple of days ago when he had visited your parents’ home, there to take him away and cause his daughter more pain.

Still he felt immensely grateful that the truth would come out before you had to say your goodbyes. It hurt too much on his soul to know you had hatred for him, for something he only did to save you.

Your dad saw it too, the man approaching him while you were focused on Yeonjun, hanging on to every word he said. Therefor he hurried to say his last words.

‘‘ I love you, y/n, goodbye ‘‘

Your head whipped around at his words just as the wandering man plunged a sword through his heart. It felt as if your whole world came crashing down. The lifeless body of your dad fell to the ground and a thick silence followed.

You started to sob uncontrollably, breaths getting quicker. Yeonjun smiled at the mess he had created and then sat down fully next to you, his back resting against the pillar. 

He let you cry there for a long time. You weren’t even sure how long had passed when your sobs calmed down and you felt like there wasn’t an ounce of water left to cry out anymore.

It seemed as if his niceties had been extended for a reason though as more was yet to come. The entrance door opened, the maid coming in with two guards behind her and she was tied just like your dad had been.

You furrowed your brows in confusion and sat up straight, the grogginess from crying quickly disappearing.

Yeonjun got up too, looking happy that there was some new action. This time, he decided to go over to the maid.

He took a hold of your maid’s hair that was neatly tied into a bun and yanked it forwards, earning a yelp of pain from her. Now that she was closer, you could see that she also had marks of resistance, cuts that were bleeding and even old bruises. It made you feel like you could cry again.

Was this all because of you?

‘‘ Do you recognise her? ‘‘

You nodded; mind working overdrive to try and find a possible way he could’ve found out.

‘‘ The one who helped you escape, right? ‘‘ 

He tilted his head while looking down at her degradingly. 

‘‘ And does she know? ‘‘ he met your eyes, smirking and visibly enjoying your puzzled expression that then turned into a horrified realisation.

The maid kept her head down and you were thankful you didn’t have to meet her eyes as your husband continued his torture session.

‘‘ Does she know that all it takes for little y/n to catch feelings is...someone being nice to her? ‘‘ he scoffed ‘‘ So pitiful ‘‘

You felt your face burn in embarrassment, fresh tears threatening to spill at any moment.

‘‘ And an older woman at that ‘‘ 

You refused to meet any of their eyes. 

‘‘ Is it maybe to make up for the lack of love your mommy gave you? ‘‘ he smiled gleefully, not even trying to hide his sadistic emotions.

It was starting to feel painful and uncomfortable. You twisted - trying to in any way get away from the words hitting you, insulting you. The painful childhood memories that somehow Yeonjun had known was hitting every deep spot you had fought so hard to keep buried, and he knew this.

‘‘ But I feel betrayed, by both of you. So someone has to pay ‘‘ he added.

You immediately found his eyes again.

‘‘ Please! Don’t hurt her, just kill me instead! ‘‘ 

You didn’t know if you were begging for him to kill you for your sake more than the maid’s, because after all there’s no way you actually had feelings for her already, right?

You had laid awake every night since then thinking about her. Wondering if she was safe and happy but that must all be normal? She had helped you after all. Either way, there was no way Yeonjun was going to kill you, in the end it’s not the dead you should feel bad for and that are in pain, it’s the living.

Both the maid and you knew what was coming. You gave her a sad, apologetic smile and refused to let your true feelings show; even as the guard reached the second victim, plunging the sword deep into her heart and as her lifeless body hit the floor, you refused to cry. 

You knew that wasn’t what she would’ve wanted you to do anyway. She would’ve wanted you to get revenge and escape on both of your behalves. Just like that, the spark of hope inside came alive again.

No matter what, you had to go through with the plan the maid had told you about a week ago. That time she had approached you and told you about what was going to happen when you’d try to escape.

/

‘‘ They know you’re gonna escape soon. Everyone’s on high alert, even if they’re doing everything to not show it ‘‘ 

You blinked at her, caught off guard by her sudden appearance behind you. You hadn’t seen her since that time she told you about the plan.

A few other maids passed by and you smiled as to not draw attention to yourselves.

‘‘ How do they know? ‘‘ you whispered urgently.

The maid sighed.

‘‘ I overheard maids gossiping as I was cleaning one of the bathrooms a few days ago ‘‘

You sighed now too.

‘‘ Don’t worry. I know their whole plan, you just have to be the perfect actress and then after- when they’ve..killed me. That’s when you can go ‘‘

‘‘ W-what do you mean kill you? ‘‘

She gave you a sad smile, full of meaning.

‘‘ You have to let them kill me for this to work, just trust me please ‘‘ she pleaded, eyes glossy.

‘‘ Okay...I guess I have no other choice ‘‘ you answered after a few moments of hesitating ‘‘ I will trust you ‘‘.

/

As if on cue while you reminisced the memory - all of the guards, maids and even Yeonjun covered their yawning mouths, sudden sleepiness hitting them. It quickly escalated and they grabbed whatever was nearest to not plunge to the floor.

The maid’s plan had worked, the sleeping pills she had slipped into their drinks had worked.

Fresh tears streamed down freely down your cheeks now as you whispered a small ‘’ thank you ‘’ to her still body. Then you untied yourself and stood up. 

It didn’t take long for you to gather your stuff and finally be able to leave your personal hellhole. You opened the door cautiously as if you were expecting someone to be outside the front door ready to ambush you. 

But it was deserted, not even a gardener in sight. You stopped for a moment, having the time to do so as you had already called for a taxi; you just stood there, still and finally feeling at peace, breathing in the fresh air.

You weren’t sure how long the pills would last - the two of you had discussed the use of poison to really be sure they wouldn’t come after you but the maid insisted to use a non-killing option. She explained that he had way more people working for him, they would try to get their revenge by either killing you or getting you convicted, aka a life sentence is prison. So, you had to reluctantly agree. 

But for now, you weren’t too anxious with thoughts of them waking up and possibly finding you within a week because - At last, you were free.

-

a/n: thank u for reading, this is my longest fic yet! also plz don’t drink and write LMAO, this is how the first draft went, I hope it makes u laugh as much as it made me;

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Perhaps the person havijng the riches didnät know himlsef, becausde he was arogant, delusional and enititled, tnining the whole world was supposed to be catered to him.

All he knew was that he wasn’t bu9lt for love. At leadt npt normal and healthy love. He only knew obsessions and extemes, that was how he was raisefd with absednt parents, always fowkring, Hr  knew rhat their faith would eventually ebefall his fown, he wouldnät gall in love the picak way - no, heäd faöö in lovde due to obsession, due to not being able to get whoever he desire whenver he desired it.

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GOOD BOY GONE BAD | Beomgyu - in the nightfall

note: the new comeback has me more in love with txt again man 😫 so I decided to do short stories to post for a member every week if I can keep up - every member gets assigned a song from the album somewhat related to the story + every other story has a good or bad ending,

synopsis: The enchanted forest called nightfall was something you had been told to avoid ever since you were born, you didn’t know why, except for the fact that many people disappeared in the forest. Many said it was due to its size, people got lost in the rain that often befell the place but others talked of a beautiful siren in the woods, luring its victims in with their seducing and velvety song. You knew deep down that one day you’d have to go inside and you dreaded it. A vision of your little sibling walking into the woods and not coming back had been shown several times, it was a prediction.

Will you survive?

trigger warning: yandere themes, very creepy, murder, blood, gore, non-con kissing, swearing, suicidal thoughts

genre: yandere, suspense, mystery, fantasy, horror

((none of the GIFs are mine, if you feel uncomfortable with yours being used in yandere fics pls message me <3 :) ))

pairing: fm reader x beomgyu

wc: 5.7k

Dawn was fast approaching, having come just as fast as it did every day that went by. This was when the nightfall was at its most beautiful, with the light shades of the twilight shining through the tree-tops and casting a glimmer like shine on your family’s little cottage.

The cottage you lived in was by the edge of the forest and the official entrance to it. You had been told tales of how your ancestors were ‘’ forest keepers ‘’ with their only duty being to either protect and stop people from entering it in the first place - or if they went anyway and got lost, to retrieve them as they were the only ones in the village that knew their way around.

The tradition for your family to know the ins and outs of the forest had ended with your parents. They refused to become keepers but still shooed away any nosy kids lurking around the entrance, daring each other to go in.

So you had never gone inside, never even dared to step foot more than ten feet into it. You had this fear that if you went further, somehow, your house would disappear and you’d be taken by the monster living inside.

The both pleasant and horrible dreams you had of the forest was enough to win against the curious side of you that wanted to explore it despite your parents views.

Your little brother was the same way. He often played by the edge of the forest instead of the big backyard you had and it would always piss your parents off; they didn’t know that when you were alone, babysitting him, you’d let him play there.

You always watched him of course, it was your duty as the older sibling. Still the anxiety that something bad could happen or would happen in the future was always there but you wanted your baby brother to be as happy as can be - besides, playing just by the edge had never hurt anyone.

As the twilight was transitioning into dusk, you and your brother were the only ones still out. Your mother had called from inside for you to come in and stop playing but your brother seemed more interested in the forest than usual today.

He had this tricycle that he would always ride around with and on some days he would creep you out by standing still at the edge, staring blankly into the forest while sometimes humming a song and wagging the bike slightly.

He was doing this odd thing now too and had been for a big portion of the evening. You tried not to think too much of it. He was about four, it’s only natural to have a fascination with nature and especially a forest as beautiful and enchanting as that one.

Still, after about twenty minutes had passed since your mother had called last - he still wasn’t moving. Gently you lifted him off the tricycle and held his hand while carrying the tricycle.

Despite the few meters it took to close the distance between the place you had been playing, to the cottage - his gaze was still been glued to the forest.

You helped your brother get his jacket and shoes off and then went into your room.

The very next day all of the students of the university of the village - which wasn’t many - but nonetheless, had a big exam. Having been busy with babysitting your brother, you hadn’t studied too much and you planned on cramming it now, the night before like you always did. 

Waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t anything unusual to you. Anxiety kept you up at times and you had expected it to do the same since you were stressed yet again.

You laid in your bed for hours, tossing and turning after giving up on studying. As the sun was rising the temperature went up. The heat along with the light shining aggressively onto your head bothered you. So you got up and went to the window. 

What use was there to go back to sleep any way when the day had now started; you pulled the curtains back and opened the window. While your hand was on the window’s handle, an eerie noise reached your ears as soon as you pushed it open a bit.

It seeped in through the crack and made you feel very uneasy. The hairs on your skin that was already filled with goosebumps, stood up.

Immediately you slammed it shut and released a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. What was that? It sounded like something you had never heard before. An airy, dreary and clear sound. 

One thing you would probably never admit to yourself was that despite all the weird and uncomfortable, obvious signs of uncomfortableness - there was still a small bit inside that wanted to hear more, almost willing to go out in your nightgown barefoot and following the voice into the forest. 

The urge to do so was so strong that you had to hold yourself back, shutting the window was the best you could’ve done in that situation, you never know what could’ve happened if you gave into the urge.

Trying to shake off the feeling wasn’t too hard. The thoughts about the exam and anxiety over how it would go quickly seeped into your mind again and occupied it.

You started getting ready and was about to head out the door with a toast in your hand.

‘‘ Bye, see you later! ‘‘ you said before leaving like you always did.

No answer came.

An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach but you knew this had happened many times before. Your parents were morning-people and often got up before the sunrise to pick berries and do errands.

So instead of going a bit from your house to where they usually were this early, you went straight to school.

*******

Everyone was just as nervous, their pens ticking in unison while they glanced at the door, waiting for the teacher’s arrival. The regretfulness due to not studying was hitting you hard. You could almost predict now how disappointed your parents would be when you’d get the worst grade out of your class.

The sound of the door creaking open was the only thing giving you a break from your negative thoughts; just like everyone else, you glanced at the door any time a sound that could be the starting sound of a door opening was heard.

It was already dead quiet but somehow it managed to get even more quieter as the teacher’s face popped around the door. She didn’t look happy, not her usual cheerful self and she closed the door with a slight slam, quickly walking to her desk.

A stern, gloomy expression had settled on her face. Not even the jokesters of the group could make her crack a smile today it seemed. 

‘‘ The exam is cancelled ‘‘ her voice rang out and echoed.

The classroom that had been filled with whispers due to the teacher’s weird mood, immediately went out.

‘‘ There has been another disappearance, into the woods, another boy ‘‘ she said, a hint of pain flashing behind her eyes.

You furrowed your brows. Some kids sighed loudly, complaining how it was probably just another stupid kid not listening to their parents nor knowing the true dangers of the forest.

‘‘ It’s...y/n’s brother ‘‘ the teacher added.

You swear your heart stopped.

The surrounding got blurrier by the second and the sounds seemed to dampen out, only leaving room for a ringing sound in your ears.

Their invasive and intense stares were on you, so suffocating that you tried to get out of the classroom as quick as possible - pushing through the crowd and slamming the door behind you, you pushed your back against it with your weight to prevent anyone from following.

It seemed that the corridor was the only place you were allowed to catch your breath. You did so for about five minutes before your family started to occupy your thoughts, followed by imaginations of your terrified brother, all alone in that forest.

You started running home, ignoring the burning sensation in your chest and pushing forward all the way.

The door wasn’t open. You weren’t sure why you’d expect it to be. It looked the exact same way since you’d left it the same morning.

The only thing that differed was your parents’ pained faces in the windows by the kitchen. 

You went inside and your mother gasped in relief, hugging you.

‘‘ We almost thought we lost you too ‘‘ you felt something drop down on your shoulder, tears. They were quickly wetting down your clothes.

You pulled away, sharing the same pained looked your mother was but you still tried to hold the tears in. Then you looked to your father, wanting to give him a hug since he looked like he desperately needed it - judging by the way he looked absent-mindedly into the forest. 

He hadn’t reacted to the sound of you entering, or you and your mother talking to each other. It was like as if he was a zombie, neither dead nor alive, just empty.

Your mom’s hand found yours and she stroked her thumb over it in an attempt to be comforting.

‘‘ He’s been this way ever since we noticed your brother was gone ‘‘ your mom said, a sad smile on her face as she watched your father.

He didn’t react again, barely showing signs of registering your voices.

‘‘ When did you notice? ‘‘ that sinking feeling in your stomach had returned.

You started thinking about a scenario that would make you feel so much worse, and you feared she was about to confirm it.

‘‘ When we woke up, he wasn’t in his bed. ‘‘ your breath hitched.

‘‘ So we went out and looked for him. We didn’t want to wake you though, thinking he hadn’t gone too far and was just playing ‘‘

There it was. The confirmation that made guilt hit you like a stabbing. That intuitive feeling that something was wrong, had been right after all and you had ignored it. While you went to school, completely oblivious of your parents’ and brother’s pain - they were out looking for him, probably becoming more distressed as more time went by without a sign of him.

It felt like there weren’t any options for you, to make it right and somehow make it up to your parents, except..

‘‘ I’ll go after him ‘‘ you blurted out.

Your mother stared at you in shock, looking like she didn’t know what to say. Even your father reacted this time, you had looked at him directly while saying it and you saw how his shoulders tensed up ever so slightly at your words.

‘‘ I can find him. Please ‘‘ you begged to your mother.

‘‘ Honey? ‘‘ she looked hesitant to answer your question so soon, instead walking over to where your father was sitting with his back turned to you.

She laid a hand on his left shoulder and smiled down at him. Her slender fingers beginning to tap gently at a continuous pace when she didn’t get a response from him.

‘‘ Did you hear what she said? ‘‘ she asked, softly.

Several seconds of an uncomfortable silence passed.

‘‘ It was.. ‘‘ your father whispered.

It was so low that you and your mother looked at each other in confusion, seeing if the other had understood.

Many more seconds passed and just when you thought he wouldn’t speak again, 

‘‘ It was her fault! ‘‘ he screamed.

You and your mother both jumped. Then it got quiet again as you let his words sink in.

Your fault? He thinks it’s your fault...But how? You hadn’t done anything except for what you had been told to do by your father. You had never once dared to disobey him, talk back or get bad grades.

Your breathing got heavier, you stared at him as if your look would tell him to explain himself, but he of course couldn’t see you.

However, your mother did and she looked very sad upon seeing your reaction to your father’s hurtful words.

‘‘ I-I’m sorry ‘‘ the tears were close to spilling over now.

‘‘ Don’t apologise, y/n. I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that, we’re all stressed-’‘

‘‘-If she wasn’t such a bad older sister, then he’d never go missing in the first place ‘‘ he interrupted, not an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

‘‘ But, honey...’‘ your mother tried.

‘‘ You’re going, because you have to make it right. But I will come with you. You’re too weak to do it on your own. ‘‘

He stood up, his dominance being assertive, making you both know there was no more arguing with him - he had made up his mind.

‘‘ We leave now. I’m not letting you waste any more time, not when you could’ve killed him ‘‘ 

You nodded. There was no space for crying, and although his words stung and would for long after, you only had one thing on your mind - you were going to make father proud. You were going to find your little brother and bring him home.

*******

The walk to the forest was quiet, even well inside it. You didn’t feel too scared when he was by your side, and you were still close enough to see the house.

Instead, the focus was laid on trying to keep up with father’s quick and not very discreet footsteps - he was almost stomping with hate and bitterness, any time he moved, as to visibly show his emotions to you.

The supposed monster living inside this forest didn’t get thought about until your house was completely gone, covered by the trees. For some reason, the sun had started to go down, yet you remember leaving in the midday just after you went to school.

The panic hadn’t set in fully but you did look to your father to see if he had noticed. Clearly he didn’t want to offer you guidance or comfort; like he always did, he walked in front with his back turned.

But after a while, even he couldn’t ignore the quickly falling night. He went off the track by a few meters, underneath a big rock that was curved in a way so it could cover for potential rain. 

You followed, sitting down at a comfortable distance and relaxed against the rock wall. You had barely been able to keep up with the pace and were now very tired and thankful for the break.

‘‘ We’ll rest here tonight, then continue once the sun goes up ‘‘

You frowned and hesitated, leaving seconds of silence before answering.

‘‘ But...Shouldn’t one of us stay on watch? ‘‘

You father snorted, like you couldn’t have said any thing more ridiculous.

‘‘ Watch? What for? ‘‘ he spat, staring at you.

You weakened under his eyes.

‘‘ I just. Well, in case there really is something in the woods-’‘

His laugh made your voice waver, confidence decreasing quickly ‘’-an animal or, something ‘’ you continued and cleared you throat.

‘‘ Nonsense. Go to sleep child, unless you want to stay up of course? ‘‘ he raised his eyebrow and then cackled condescendingly. 

He gave one last look at you, making you feel even smaller - before laying down and turning on his side away from you.

You curled up; not feeling particularly sleepy in the moment, you instead just watched the forest as it was.

Although everyone was terribly afraid of it, most if not all would probably say it was beautiful, even from the outside. But on the inside it was even more so. The trees stood tall and proud, ever so slightly swaying with the wind, making them look like they were dancing.

The treetops were so high up that it looked like it was covering all of the sky, only letting in small beams of light through their top leaves. almost giving off enchanted vibes, the way the light bounced made the trees look even more alive.

You sat there admiring it for quite some time. Not sure how much time had passed, you got up when you finally got bored and started walking. 

You weren’t planning on going far of course but naturally, wanting to see even more beautiful things further away made you be lured away - not even noticing how far you’d went.

All of a sudden it was like you snapped out of a trance you didn’t know you had been in. And you looked back, relieved to still see your father in your line of sight. Still, you were a bit confused on how that had all happened. You just kept walking and walking.

Then you heard it. The weird eerie noise, but now it sounded clearer and more beautiful. You felt how your body went into that trance again, wanting to follow the voice, yet there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Silent tears that didn’t match your enchanted face, ran down your cheeks. Anyone who’d see you know would think you’re out of your mind.

The voice got closer and in the distance you thought you could see the outline of a man. He stood on top of a rock, watching you delightedly as you approached him.

It felt like you were floating above your body, watching it walk but not being able to control it. And you saw yourself walk all the way up to the man.

He looked even more beautiful up close. You had seen it from a distance, his shiny siren like eyes that seemed to catch the light perfectly. Up close you could see the details you had missed.

Long, messy but perfect hair. It looked like he didn’t need to do anything to look good, he just did, without any effort and probably hadn’t styled his hair or ever worn makeup in his life.

You felt a deep rooted jealousy come up to the surface. Same feeling you felt when you looked at the popular girls at school. They always reminded you that life was unfair, just like this man but maybe ten times more. Others beauty was barely comparable to the man in front of you.

‘‘ Perfect ‘’ you whispered.

It was too late before you realised you had voiced your thoughts while staring intrusively at him, a hand subconsciously reaching out to touch his face.

He laughed, a deep but clear and warm laugh that seemed to go right to your stomach.

You had never felt this way for someone before, and you had just met him, what was wrong with you? Were you really as superficial as everyone else? Or was there something...magical about him?

‘‘ Why are you here? ‘‘ was the next thing you said.

The longer you stood there looking at him, the more questions had started piling up, although your focus had first been on his appearance the questions were bound to overflow.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, like he was confused or perhaps toying with you. A smirk slowly formed on his perfect lips and you felt a bit uncomfortable, taking a step away.

‘‘ Well, I live here, y/n ‘‘ his smirk turned into a more taunting smile.

He had been waiting for this since forever. Not only the part of watching you fall apart as you become scared of the beautiful creature you had once trusted automatically, because humans are superficial and foolish - but also just you entering the forest. 

It would be worth it, all those years he had silently watched you, tried to beg you to come to him but you never heard him. He watched as you read fairytales, you loved those, and he would smile with pride as you always picked the siren as the most beautiful creature, opposite to your friends that would choose the prince.

What else was it if not destiny? 

The way he had randomly spotted you once reading a fairytale book while pacing back and forth in front of the forest, was nothing short of a love story in Beomgyu, the siren’s eyes.

He loved you from the moment he saw you and he knew you would do the same if he could get you inside the forest. It would prove to be a challenge. You were too mentally strong; he needed to weaken you, to make you paranoid, stressed and feel alienated - just like how his victims did naturally, without him even having to try.

But he didn’t care about those people. They were only fun for toying with. It had been a great pleasure to the siren to watch them look at him with awe before realising something was wrong, as well as watching them squirm in pain when he killed them mercilessly like the monster he was. But you, you were different, he had to have you, if he had to kill the whole town to get you, so be it.

While watching you, he realised you had a weakness - your little brother. He was a lot younger and an easy target for Beomgyu. The younger they are, the more they listen to the forest without their parents’ biased views invading their innocent minds.

Your little brother just wanted a friend. There had never been a more perfect opportunity to make you come to him. Why did your father have to come with though? Now he’d have to get rid of him in front of you, and risk you not seeing him as your picture perfect soulmate.

‘‘ H-how do you know my name? ‘‘ your voice snapped him back to his reality.

He was about to answer with how you were destined for each other, and how you’d live happily ever after with him, in this forest while he’d let your brother out safely as a compromise. But of course, someone had to ruin it again.

‘‘ Hey! What the fuck are you doing with my daughter? ‘‘ a male voice from behind roared in anger.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. Things sometimes, to his dismay, don’t go according to his plan.

Your father ran up as quickly as he could and tugged your arm harshly, making you move behind him. He stepped back with the both of you, and in his hands he held a small broken off tree branch.

The siren laughed mockingly when he saw the pathetic weapon.

‘‘ You think that is going to stop, me? ‘‘

Horror made your stomach sink. How had you not realised it, all those fairytales and stories about the forest, all the disappearances; you should never have let your dad try to rationalise it or try to morph your theories into his.

‘‘ Father, we need to go ‘‘ you whimpered behind him.

Your father pushed you behind him further away, not caring about what you said but also refusing to let you act out on your own.

You felt frustrated, and more scared than you had ever felt.

‘‘ Who are you? ‘‘ your father barked at him.

Spit was flying everywhere, he had gotten closer to the siren who didn’t budge one bit. He still had that amused look on his face and that told you everything you needed to know. 

‘‘ Father, please! ‘‘ you cried out.

‘‘ We can leave now! And look for him ‘‘ 

Your pleas went ignored. From your point of view it looked almost like they were having a stare-off. Your father looked so angry, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d do something he’d regret.

So you got up to them and stood in the middle. Facing the siren, was your best bet.

‘‘ Please, don’t hurt him ‘‘ you begged.

There was no room for feeling embarrassed or pathetic - not when possibly one of the most dangerous creatures was in front of you.

His attention focused on you again. He smiled widely. Maybe in an attempt to charm you but with emotionless eyes that said move or I’ll make you.

‘‘ Get away from him y/n! ‘‘ your father shouted.

You backed away but still kept eye-contact with him to silently plead. He thought it was cute how much you were trying to get your way, you had even teared up to add to the theatrics - but unfortunately, he was the one that always got his way in the end, and so he wouldn’t back down even if it was for you.

‘‘ If you want to let your brother leave this forest alive, I have something I want in return ‘‘ he had a teasing glint in his eyes.

You just knew it wasn’t something good.

‘‘ You let me kill your dad ‘‘ he voiced as if it was a completely reasonable condition.

You gasped.

‘‘ No, no! You will let them both go, alive ‘‘

Your response seemed to make him impatient and annoyed.

‘‘ You have to choose either of them ‘‘ 

You shook your head and looked down, trying to go over any other conditions he might agree to.

Your father had frozen in his spot and didn’t even stop the evil man from approaching you; slowly but threateningly with an aura of dominance and confidence excluding from him. Like he knew there was nothing you could do but comply.

‘‘ Are you really that stupid? ‘‘ your head shot up to look at him as he snarled an insult at you ‘‘ To think that I would let you get out freely, out of my forest? ‘‘ he chuckled darkly but there was a hint of anger behind it.

He was so close, you could almost touch him but you felt so uncomfortable under his intense stare that you looked away.

‘‘ You have to choose one now ‘‘

The small remaining bits of your tough facade you had been holding on to finally broke down and the tears started streaming down.

‘‘ No ‘‘ you whimpered.

‘‘ Who will it be? ‘‘ he amused ‘‘ Your lovely brother, who isn’t much use at all and will probably amount to nothing in his life but at least you love him - or perhaps, the villain of the story, your dad that has only criticised and judged you all your life, never being happy with you, hm? ‘‘ he reached out for you, a soft hand turning your chin, forcing you to look at him.

The crazed look on his face told you that he was enjoying this, like he had talked so casually of killing someone it might just be a game. Still, you both knew his words had hit deeply. The tears had turned into choked sobs.

‘‘ I’m serious. If you don’t pick in the next five seconds, I’ll kill them both ‘‘ he leaned in to whisper in your ear ‘‘ and i’ll enjoy it ‘‘ 

Panic started to course through you.

‘‘ I-uh ‘‘ your fingers nervously picked at your hand as you realised you had no other option and you really had to pick between two lives.

‘‘ 2...’‘

You stared at him bewildered, how had you not even realised he had started counting? 

‘‘ 3...’‘

Your heartbeat was increasing rapidly, thumping against your chest and almost muffling all the outside sound.

‘‘ 4...’‘ he sighed deeply while looking at your distressed state.

‘‘ fi- ‘‘

‘‘-Father! ‘‘ you screamed.

There was a long silence. It felt like the forest, as well as the siren almost wanted you to bask in what you had just said. That you had really chosen to let someone in your family die instead of offering yourself; it was like a punch to the stomach.

You avoided both their gazes - one terrified and betrayed, the other satisfied and condescending. You still refused to look when you saw in the corner of your eye how Beomgyu turned away, towards your father.

Instead, you crouched down in the opposite direction, tears streaming down your face and hands covering your ears firmly.

Beomgyu however, had other plans. He wasn’t gonna let you off so easily. A foot nudged your back and you slowly turned a little bit as to not accidentally see your father’s dead body.

He crouched down to you, stroking your hair creepily which matched the almost psychotic look on his face. Your flinched as you saw small specks of blood on his cheeks, a shriek involuntarily leaving you.

His hand rested on top of your head as he looked right into your eyes. You felt yourself start to shake at the thought of him pulling away his hand and it being bloody.

He smiled down at you warmly - something you would’ve blindly believed was genuine if you hadn’t known him better.

‘‘ You have to watch ‘‘ he said furtively. 

‘‘ N-no, please ‘‘

The corners of his mouth quirked at your already messy mental state, further crumbling in front of him.

‘‘ It wasn’t a question ‘‘ his eyes narrowed.

Standing up, he easily was able to turn you around to face what looked like your father laying on the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed. He hadn’t fought back? When you come to think of it, he hadn’t even screamed - or was it, that he couldn’t?

From your spot you could still see that he had small cuts all over, matching the splatters of blood on Beomgyu’s face. Surprisingly, you weren’t crying anymore. You just wanted him to get it over with so you and your brother could get home safely.

The siren watched your face as you took in your father’s condition and he raised an eyebrow in amusement as well as utter surprise. This was not at all what he had expected. He grinned to himself before walking over to the person laying on the forest floor and crouched.

He had been waiting so long for this moment, and he cherished how your father was now struggling to breathe. Beomgyu could’ve killed him in seconds but he didn’t want to, horrible people deserve it long, slow and painful.

He looked to you, knife in his hand and something in you made you nod. He whispered good girl to you while smirking at your answer - then he plunged the knife deeply into your father’s left chest. Blood seeped out, crimson red quickly painting the forest’s moss below. 

You stood up. Your father didn’t have a pained expression, perhaps he had accepted his faith as soon as he walked into this forest. 

‘‘ Hey ‘‘ 

The siren turned his head and flashed an almost childish, excited grin to you.

‘‘ Finally ‘‘ he walked up to you and pulled you into his embrace. ‘‘ If you only knew how long I’ve been waiting ‘‘ you looked up at him with a puzzled expression. 

‘‘ For us to be together, forever of course ‘‘ he smirked when he felt your body stiffen.

‘‘ What? No, that was not the deal! ‘‘ you pushed his chest so he stumbled backwards a few steps.

‘‘ I said he gets to get out safely ‘‘ he answered ‘‘ But I never mentioned you, did I? ‘‘ you inhaled sharply.

‘‘ No...’‘ you whispered more to yourself than to him.

He suddenly snapped his fingers and out of nowhere your brother appeared. He didn’t look hurt or scared, something was...different about him. He didn’t even smile when he saw you.

But before you got to hug him or tell him everything was gonna be okay, he snapped his fingers again and he was gone.

‘‘ What did you do? ‘‘ you growled angrily. 

You were ready to fight him if he had hurt your brother.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes like you were merely an inconvenient child in his presence. 

‘‘ He’s fine. I teleported him to the edge, where your house is ‘‘

You let out a sigh of relief, but then your reality hit you again. Being stuck here for all eternity, with an evil, deadly beautiful siren that you wanted nothing do do with. All you wanted was to go home. To read your brother to bed; snuggling up together, watching his eyes get droopier and droopier before he finally gives in and falls against the cushions, fast asleep. You wanted to see the look on your mother’s face as you two arrived safely, perhaps she’d be quite relieved your father didn’t make it. And you wanted to tell your best friend all about how the theories about the forest were correct.

But you couldn’t. You weren’t sure why but you had a feeling it was due to him wanting to keep you around to then just kill you cruelly. 

‘‘ Why do you want me to stay here? ‘‘ you voiced out loud.

You had to know. He simply scoffed.

‘‘ Because I love you ‘‘

‘‘ Love me? ‘‘ your voice was laced with venom. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

‘‘ You just met me ‘‘

‘‘ Not true ‘‘ he smiled. ‘‘ I’ve been watching you for years, y/n ‘‘ 

Goosebumps appeared all over your skin upon his confession. It all felt very surreal. Like a nightmare, only you didn’t know if it would ever end this time.

He stepped closer menacingly, his towering height adding to how terrifyingly beautiful he already looked.

‘‘ I have loved you for years ‘‘ he said, desperation and a hint of repressed anger underneath. 

‘‘ I called for you with my song, every night - but no response ‘‘ he clicked his tongue.

‘‘ But now, you’ve come to me ‘‘

‘‘ I’m gonna leave you, I-I’m gonna escape and-’‘

Beomgyu burst out laughing. ‘’ Escape? There’s no way for you to escape ‘’ he got even closer.

‘‘ My song - my voice reaches every corner, every crevice in this forest - it can tell you to do anything, or what not to do ‘‘

You felt and looked completely defeated inside. All hopes vanished at once, draining the will to live out with it. He forced you to look at him again, but this time he kissed you. A kissed filled with impatience, lust and a longing.

‘‘ You need to accept your faith, darling. We’ll be happy here together, the two of us ‘‘