𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏’𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝟒 — a yang jungwon fanfic
𖤣 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after betraying his trust, yandere!yang jungwon tries his best to maintain a forgiving heart towards you, but things only take a turn for the worse when you foolishly refuse his rules again…
𖥧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mild-nudity, insinuated food poisoning, abduction themes, suggestive (mentions of self/pleasure and cnc themes), swearing, violence, slow burn, crying, angst
𖡼 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.8k ~ Previously ⊱✿⊰
✎ note: In no way does this fanfic intend to romanticize unhealthy relationships or abusive behaviors. I write purely for entertainment and creative purposes. Reader discretion is advised
TWO DAYS HAD passed since Jungwon first confronted you about sneaking out to the greenhouse while he was away at work.
You’re certain your heart nearly pumped out of your chest once those ominous words escaped his mouth, sending a valley of chills down your spine.
Tracing back the steps you took in your mind, you’re not entirely sure how Jungwon even found out about your little adventure anyways…
Still, your soul contented itself to some degree in the simple fact that he hadn’t asked you anything about what you saw in his greenhouse…
Or better yet, what you weren’t supposed to see.
The only time you saw Jungwon in between those days were whenever he brewed you a cup of tea in the morning, or came back home from work to prepare your supper.
A suspicious inkling in your heart remained concerning his reasons for wanting you to drink the mysterious herbal concoction so routinely.
Out of paranoia, you would instead pour the shimmery liquid into the ivy plant on your nightside table, hoping that he’d never find out about it…
At the end of the day, you really did want to trust Jungwon… not that he deserved it or anything… you just felt that trusting him was the very least you could do in return.
…Especially ever since he vowed to never hurt or touch you against your will again…
“I’m sorry,” your voice began at a whisper, somehow sounding loud in the quiet of Jungwon’s presence.
You were currently in the kitchen with him, sitting at the round wooden table while he prepared you a bowl of fresh fruit from his garden.
He turned to look at you over his shoulder, eyes barely visible through his shaggy bangs as his grip around the bowl tightened slightly.
“Sorry for what?,” he asked, not sure as to why you were apologizing.
Did you do something bad without him knowing?
Did you somehow manage to go against his rules right under his nose again?
You could tell from the sudden feeling of tension in the room that Jungwon’s mind started to wander in dark places, so you knew you had to speak fast.
“M-my little incident with the greenhouse… I hope you find in your heart t-to forgive my curiosity…” you stuttered nervously, picking with your nails in your lap.
He remained quiet, breathing pattern still like a wind chime frozen in time as he turned on his heel, eyes still not meeting yours.
You watched as he reached for a spoon to drizzle honey on your breakfast, “Would you like any yogurt or granola with your fruit, love?”
You couldn’t believe he just asked you that, of all things—
“Jungwon, I’m trying to apologize here…”
“I know,” he hummed sarcastically, “and I’m trying to prepare your breakfast…”
“I… I know…,” you repeated with a sigh, hanging your head low now as the tension only grew thicker, “thank you, Jungwon… just the fruit and honey is fine…”
He was pleased with your obedience to his subtle cues, bringing the bowl to you with a silver spoon perched in its side, “You're welcome…”
And with that, the stale morning continued as usual, you and Jungwon barely exchanging any small talk as the nearby sun rose to its fullest extent.
He never explicitly said that he forgave you for sneaking out into the greenhouse that day, but it elated him nonetheless that you took a small step to compliance.
About another hour had passed after you both finished breakfast together before Jungwon received a call from his boss, saying that he could have the day off because of a blackout in the city.
That meant you and him would be spending the entire day together, an occurrence that rarely even happened on the weekends given his busy work life.
Jungwon was always busy, so he claimed… which only made you question how he was able to stalk you all those months before abducting you.
You quite seriously couldn’t believe a single word that escaped his serpentine mouth—
“I want to show you a creative piece I've been working on in my greenhouse for you,” he began with gentle enthusiasm as you two spent some time rearranging the bedroom.
Or more accurately, while you sat on the bed, watching him add three extra locks to your bedroom door.
You didn’t respond yet as you didn’t know what to say, so he busied himself with neatly putting away his work tools before standing up from the ground to meet you.
“I hope you don't mind that I kept the dress you wore on your first day here,” he continued bashfully, “I used it to come up with your measurements for the dress.”
He also used it to please himself in eery hours of the night while he thought of a whiny you squirming beneath him, but he'd rather keep that part private for now...
His freshly calloused hand found yours as he joined the spot beside you on the mattress, pulling you back into the moment with a pleasant expression on his angelic features.
It was a shame how someone so demented could be so beautiful.
“What's wrong, my love? Did you spoil the surprise for yourself that day you went snooping around without my permission?” Jungwon interrogated frantically, worried that the blank expression on your face had something to do with his mentioning of the dress.
And it did, but not for reasons he assumed.
“God, you saw it already, didn't you? Please don't hate me ____, I know it didn't look like much at the time, but—”
“Jungwon—”
“I made a few finishing touches since then, but it looks way better now, I promise... I'm so sorry for not hiding the surprise from you better—”
“Wonie,” you said a little louder this time, making his guilt-stricken eyes soften slightly at your use of a nickname.
He let out a sigh, shaking his head with a light-hearted chuckle before running a hand through his thick brown locks, “Guess I kinda rambled a bit there, didn't I?”
“Just a little,” you agreed, patting him on the back as he rested his elbows on his thighs while sitting.
If only you could feel the way his crooked heart fluttered at your simple initiation of physical touch.
“And I didn't see your project in the greenhouse, by the way... only a naked mannequin and some plants… so please, don’t stress yourself out over that,” you reassured in a soft tone, almost as if cooing to the hurt child inside him…
“I appreciate everything you do for me, Jungwon… you know that…,” you confessed in the stillness, an odd sincerity behind each word.
“Thank you for saying that, my love... but as a committed pair, my duty is to please you, and that's all I could ever aspire to do so long as you keep pleasing me...” his voice trailed off ominously, your eyes watching as little sighs kept leaving his body…
It was a strange thing, really...
Seeing such an intimidating person falter to reverence… insecurity.
You wondered in your mind exactly what Jungwon meant by you pleasing him, but you decided to keep quiet for the meantime instead of asking.
Suddenly, he lifted himself from the bed, turning to face you with a seemingly restored countenance as he spoke, “I can't wait for you to try on the dress though, ____... I just know you'll look absolutely divine once its on you... Ready?”
“Ready,” you smiled, taking his extended hand in yours as he guided you out of the bedroom and to his forbidden greenhouse.
YOUR BODY STIFFENED as stone, your lungs hardly remembering to breathe as Jungwon’s cold hands stripped you of your clothing layer by layer.
You stood in front of him, now only in a washed-out pair of lace panties and thin bralette, a wooden stepping stool placed beneath your feet which strangely resembled a pedestal.
The sound of metal clothes hangers sliding into each other hit your ears as he rummaged through the wardrobe in between one of his gardening shelves.
Meanwhile, your eyes scanned the room before inevitably falling back onto the sight of two mannequins, one whole and another headless.
From the looks of it, you almost couldn’t believe that Jungwon had designed either of the pieces himself, let alone crafted them by hand.
Despite how Jungwon had proved to you multiple times that he was a jack of all trades, his array of skills never seeming to fail.
The red dress you watched him carefully remove from the mannequin was the one that belonged to you.
It’s neckline was made up of fancy lace, dried out field flowers trailing the accented seams.
The waist of the dress was decorated similarly, an array of gorgeous flowers with warm hues floating idly atop the skirt of feathery fabric, ballon-like sleeves completing the look with a mocked neckline.
The piece, in short, was lovely, Jungwon having brought with him a pair of silk white leggings and sliding them up your dainty ankles as would a servant before his queen.
It was evident all over his face that he took such delight in dressing you, hands respectfully adjusting your undergarments and fastening the makeshift zipper up your spine.
With delicate hands, he straightened out the fabric over your shoulders and down your waist as needed before stepping back to get a full look at you.
“My precious blossom...” he began adoringly, observing how the thin material draped over every ethereal curve of your body, and how the coloring palette complimented your natural one as if it were the only dress you were ever meant to wear.
"You're glowing," he almost whispered this time, voice so light that it tickled you when it touched your skin.
“Thank you,” you replied with a similarly gentle tone, not quite sure on how to respond to his enamor for you.
Pacing back towards you, he took your hands in his, looking almost as if he was holding back tears once his feline eyes met yours, “What do you think, my love? Did I do a just job for you?…”
“It’s perfect,” you smiled, abandoning one of his hands so you could swipe the moisture from his eyes, watching as he nearly purred at your action, “I love it…”
“And I’m so happy you do,” he replied, gentle touch grazing your wrist as he continued to admire the view of you in his unique piece.
“I have a question, though,” you started shyly, still watching his face in case there’d be an unpredictable change of emotion.
He simply nodded, feelings as though he was in a sleep-like state from how lovesick he felt right now, “You may continue, my love…”
“Okay,” you went on, swallowing any nerves building up in your throat before speaking, “What compelled you to design such a dress for me in the first place?”
A prolonged silence meddled between you two at the question up until he giggled slightly to himself, confusion washing over you at the sight of his now full-smile.
“Has it really been that long, love,” Jungwon asked in a half-serious tone, “for you to not even remember anymore?”
“Remember what?” You asked back, using the most polite voice you could muster.
“Remember that you’re my little flower, silly,” he smiled eerily, pinching one of your cheeks in a way that triggered a fear response within you.
Fortunately though, you did a good job of concealing it this time…
I’m not a flower, Jungwon, a voice similar to your own weakly choked out in desperation, trying to trigger a memory.
“I…. I’m not sure I fully understand,” you admitted, not even aware of how your legs stiffened, or the way your heart started to pulse as if you’d just been in a fight.
“Your rebuttal,” he clarified, “in the woods that day… it rang true to my ears,” he said, still tracing your skin with his touch.
“Jungwon—”
“Let me finish… please,” he interrupted sternly before tilting his head at you. “You brought something very important to my attention that day… and it was that every flower ought to have petals…”
He stopped in his words, hoping that you would understand, and to some degree, you did.
All of this, from day one… was to make sure that you, as his flower, blossomed accordingly…
The tea he ‘watered’ you with every morning…
The rays of sunlight he valued synonymously with any other form of nutrition you received…
The dress he designed for you with his own hands…
And the initial nickname he graced you with since as long as you could forget…
Jungwon loved you from the depths of his stony heart, and he had a very strange way of expressing it to you at times.
Though, now that you were complete with a set of more petals than he could possibly count, the last step was for Jungwon to make sure he took good care of you so you wouldn’t wither away…
So you wouldn’t have to perish like the last girl did…
THAT EVENING, JUNGWON brought you back to the garden just outside the main cabin on the land lot.
You sat quaintly, hands folded in your lap as he toiled in the flower bed, the knees of his dark blue jeans turning dark with moist soil.
"You look rather bored," he started, a glint of playfulness in his eyes, "care to give me a hand?"
"Sure," you replied apprehensively, getting up from the wooden bench you sat at and joining him at the seedling patch.
"See that shovel over there," he asked, directing your attention to its auburn handle a few feet away from you, "use it to sprinkle a bit of fertilizer over these here flowers, please."
"Okay," you obliged, a little grunt escaping you as you reached forward to grab the shovel, Jungwon's eyes trying their best not to follow the curve of your outstretched figure, the sounds you made doing enough to tingle his imagination.
"Is everything alright? You look warm," you said, observing the slight hue rushing to the apple of his cheeks.
"Oh- No, I'm alright," he said with a reassuring smile, reaching in his side pocket to pull out a pair of gardening scissors.
You busied yourself with sprinkling the flower bed with fertilizer, meanwhile, the distant sound of Jungwon snipping a few plants filled your ears alongside the peaceful melody of songbirds.
Your mind couldn't help but think of the day he made you kill one of their kind... the day he made you steal another creatures freedom, just as he had done to you-
"What're you picking?" You asked, not meeting his eyes as you dusted a bit of dirt from your hands.
"Just some herbs for your tea," he answered in a quiet voice, focusing most of his mind on the task at hand, "the ones in my greenhouse withered out somehow, but I'm glad I had a few back-up plants out here..."
Your eyes followed as he continued to snip, colorful leaf and flower bud remnants falling into the mini mortar bowl he held in his free hand.
"Do you recognize all the plants you farm by name?"
"Pfft... of course I do," he chuckled, "I've been a man of the garden my whole life," he added. "These purple ones here are called valerian, the vibrant ones passion flowers, and the red ones are poppy's... though, I often mix these with berry brews in your tea..."
You took a mental note of the names he listed, "And do you have a botanical book by any chance-"
"You're asking a lot of questions again, love," he said, voice sounding a bit cold even though his face remained just as friendly.
"S-sorry," you apologized timidly, hanging your head low as the evening wind picked up, blowing sprinkles of wildlife into the air as Jungwon turned his head to avoid getting anything in his eyes.
"Let's head back inside now," he said softly, "it's getting late."
You got up from the ground, holding your day-dress at either side of you as if it already hadn't been soiled from the soggy flower bed, Jungwon guiding you back to the cabin with a protective hand around your waist as the wind continued to beat at your backs.
Promptly upon being met with the warmth of the main cabin, Jungwon locked the door behind you two before making his way to the kitchen where he set a kettle on the stovetop.
Meanwhile, he had ran you a bath so you could get washed up in the nearby restroom down the hallway, cleaning yourself with haste and changing into a fresh pair of clothes.
The tea kettle was whistling angrily in a matter of minutes, Jungwon having crushed the collection of herbs and berries with the pestle in his bowl and pouring the scalding water right over it.
With a skilled hand, he drizzled a bit of honey at the bottom of your teacup, transferring the brew right over.
Clink... clink... clink.
Jungwon gave the mixture a few stirs with a metal spoon before deciding to himself that it was ready.
"____," he called after you from your bedroom in a sing-songy voice, waiting for a now-refreshed you to meet him on the mattress.
The feline eyed boy held the warm cup tenderly in his grasp just as you returned with a damp head of hair and natural glow.
"It's time for your tea, love," he reiterated, scooting over on the bed as you didn't hesitate to join the spot beside him.
He opened your hands before placing the cup within your grasp.
There was something about the expression on his face in this moment... a knowing look displayed on his cat-like features as he eyed you fiercely, waiting for you to take the first sip.
"I added a new ingredient to it this time, too," he went on, breaking the odd silence, "not that you'd even notice a difference in the taste since you never drink it despite my instructions to."
Your heart nearly rolled from your chest and onto the prickly wooden floor at his sudden words.
"W-wha... what did you say," you stuttered nervously, tightening your grip around the teacup.
"Oh, please... you didn't think I'd catch on to the ivy's pot and soil being over-soaked so frequently?" He challenged, shaking his head at you in disappointment that you even thought you could get away with lying to him.
Again.
"The poor thing almost died because of you," he continued, taking in your anxious body language even though your eyes failed to meet his daunting ones.
"I... I don't know what to say," you admitted with a shaky voice, knowing that with Jungwon, it was better to say something, even if it was stupid, instead of saying nothing at all.
He hummed at your reply before speaking again, "So I'll ask you a question instead... how come you never drink it? I mean... you're not a picky eater, so there must be some other reason... isn't there?"
You let out a hesitant breath, "Jungwon, I don't know what you want to hear, but-"
"I don't want to hear anything but the truth, ____," he clarified with an exhausted huff, keeping his eyes on you as if pleading.
"Now don't keep me waiting with your nonsense because you already know how I get when you do that to me..."
“I…I just,” you stumbled over your speech, struggling to maintain eye contact with him as his gaze practically pierced you.
“You don’t trust me,” he finished for you, shaking his head at your failure to even deny it. “You genuinely think that I’d do something bad to you,” he scoffed while clenching his jaw, “even after that pathetic little promise I made to you…”
That’s when you felt the cup harshly leave your grasp, a bit of its liquid spilling onto your lap as he abruptly stood up from the mattress.
A scornful look took over his delicate features, throwing his head back before drinking the tea in one big gulp, wiping the remaining residue from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, “There… you see?! Not that hard, right love?”
You meant to respond but he already paced out of the room by now, coming back in less than a minute with the kettle in his hand, refilling the teacup he’d just drank from.
Smiling facetiously at your nervous frame, Jungwon pushed your legs open with his own, now standing dauntingly between them.
You were still sat on the bed, legs trembling at either side of his thighs as his broad shadow nearly consumed your lesser one, eyes rising to meet his nightmarish face thanks to his hand guiding your chin upward.
You didn't like this one bit, the cold air of the room hitting your core now that your legs were spread open, nor his body being positioned right between you.
He tilted his head, your eyes brimming with fearful tears that every bone in your body tried to push down with the growing lump in your throat that you couldn't swallow.
“So do it then,” he went on sternly, voice not raised but just as impactful, “Take the fucking cup and drink it.”
There was a certain beast imbedded behind Jungwon's contrastingly angelic face... it was always hungry, waiting for whatever enticing peep-hole of a chance was provided for him to squeeze through.
And as perverted as it sounds, that same hole of temptation laid right within you, hidden behind a dainty nightgown that acted as wrapping paper to a precious gift.
With every day that passed, Jungwon could feel himself crawling despairingly closer and closer to its rim, praying that he might someday spill over the edge and be basked in all its glory...
The very glory he placed on your purity since day one, seeking after it as if it'd rescue his corrupted soul.
You had no other choice but to heed to his words, parting your lips with a broken whine as his grip on your face tightened.
He refused to bring the cup to your lips, watching as if entertained once you lifted the cup over his hand, letting the tea meet your dry tongue.
“Swallow it,” he ordered, looking into your eyes before the feeling of warmth hit your stomach almost instantly, the teacup now being empty.
“Wonie,” you choked out, a single tear gliding down the supple curve of your cheek as his free hand set the cup on the nightstand, only to find your lips and toy a thumb at it.
“What is it love?” He whispered in a hoarse voice, peering impossibly close to your face as his grip remained tight.
“I’d like to go to bed now,” you yelped weakly, lips twitching with fear that only continued to multiply within you now that he'd pushed your back against the mattress, caging you beneath him.
“And without supper?” He taunted, whispering these words right under your ear as your hands trembled at his chest.
“Yes,” you blurted out with heavy breaths, “I’m no longer hungry, Jungwon…”
He let your words sink in, taking in just how scared you seemed when he hadn't even done anything yet.
The way you feared Jungwon used to bother him, but now he started to see an advantage in it... an advantage in the way you crumbled into submission before him.
“Very well then,” he said, hands finally leaving your chin with a few red marks still remaining on your skin from the pressure, “sleep well, my love...”
☆ Thank you all so much for reading this piece! I always love how interactive you guys are in the comments with this story and it truly brings a smile to my face !! On a side note though, this part turned out much longer than expected, so apologies for the cliffhanger ;-; ... to be continued hehe ;)
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