#yandere choi yeonjun

[appleofthemoon]

Hey! Psst!!

Have you heard about that Yeonjun guy? The only one that survived in that car accident with his friends?

Yeah... the rumour had it he becomes friends with the ghost girl in our department, i think her name was.....?

Hmm, strange...i can't really remember it?

w. toxic workplace environment, allusion to murder

“poor” guy..

wasn't he the only one who made it out of that gory scene? i know that they were already acquainted, but perhaps he's trying to get even closer to her because they both lost someone. or, at least, we know yeonjun did.

the name's on the tip of my tongue.. n-n/n? from my recollection, she was a quiet girl; never really did anything to stand out or direct the attention to herself. i don't blame her, we don't have the most pleasant people in our department.

which is why it's imperative that you keep your head down, stick to those you know well, but don't reveal too much. should you ever make a mistake, the best case scenario is that you'll get off with a warning.

the worst? well, you could try asking n/n that.. so long as yeonjun doesn't find out.

that was the mistake his friends made.

now look at where they are.

come send in a rumor you heard !

[lovesick-wonderland]

Saccharine || c.yj

Summary: In which Yeonjun is addicted to your sweetness.

Warnings: DARK CONTENT, 18+, corruption kink, drugging, noncon, posessive yeonjun, jealous yeonjun, dom yeonjun, unprotected sex, naive y/n, y/n wears dresses and skirts, y/n has a vulva

Minors please DNI

Dislcaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

You're not his usual type, Yeonjun tells himself.

You're too sweet with your soft voice and doe eyes. Your pretty skirts and dresses. Too sacchrine that you drown out his other senses with your honeyed voice and personality.

But something akin to jealousy blooms in his chest when Beomgyu whispers something in your ear and you giggle or when you curl up in Soobin's chest when you watch a movie with him.

He reassures himself that you're not Soobin or Beomgyu's type either. Soobin always preferring older, more mature people while Beomgyu preferring someone with a bit more bite to them.

But that doesn't stop jealousy from rearing its ugly head.

Part of him hates it. Part of him hates the grip you have on him but he can't help himself being drawn to you like a bee to nectar.

But you're just too sweet he can't help but indulge.

It's not hard to slip something in your drink when you invite him over for your weekly hangouts.

You're cute when you're drowsy, fighting sleep, eyes fluttering curled up in your shared blanket with him on the couch. You even let out a small yawn and apologize to him before you finally fall asleep.

Yeonjun is estatic when he finally hears your breath slow and grow heavy. Quickly carrying you to your bed, veins buzzing with excitement.

You're finally his. Not Soobins, and especially not Beomgyus.

He drops you on your bed, climbing on top of you, taking in the sight of your cute sleeping form.

God he was going to ruin you.

Yeonjun captures your lips in a kiss, hands cupping your face. It's intimate, a kiss fitting of a lover and Yeonjun almost wishes you're awake. Would you kiss back? Would you be blushing? Or would you be forward? Would you freeze? Or maybe you would react with disgust, pushing him away?

Yeonjun moves down your neck, sucking hickies into your skin, marking you as his as he ghosts his hands up and down your body. His members will know exactly who you belong to.

He sits back and takes in your slightly disheveled appearance. You're so innocent and pretty like this, hair sprawled out, eyes closed, sleeping away without a care in the world or knowledge of what he was doing to you. Your skin starting to turn red and splotchy from the hickies, your lips swollen and slicked with saliva.

Yeonjun doesn't bother fully undressing you, skilled hands pulling your top up and fully discarding your bottoms and underwear. He doesn't fully bother undressing himself either, only taking off his bottoms and leaving his shirt on.

He pecks your lips before prying your legs open and trailing his lips down.

Fuck you look delectable.

He licks a stripe down your pussy, checking for any reaction. He lets out a groan at your taste before diving in and eating you out like a man starved.

He can hear your soft moans and light breaths as he continues. His hand gripping your thighs to keep you open as you approach your high.

He can feel you tighten around him as his tongue swirls inside you. He leaves your cunt, wanting to see your face when you cum. He replaces his tongue with his fingers as he watches you. You squirm slightly from his touch, letting out a whimper.

"It's okay sweetheart, be good for me and let yourself go." Yeonjun murmurs.

Yeonjun thinks it's cute as you cum with a whimper, your face flushed and body slightly sweaty, half undressed with your shirt pulled up to expose your chest.

He quickly removes his fingers and kneels between your legs, tugging at his already hard leaking member as he lines himself up with your slick hole.

Yeonjun lets out a huff as your tight walls engulf him, trying to move slowly as to not wake you. He lets out a moan as he feels himself bottom out, bumping against your cervix.

He begins thrusting, short and shallow, trying to carve himself into your walls.

You just feel too good. Your walls hugging him tightly, sucking him in deeper. Your small moans and breathy whimpers spurring him on.

It isn't long before Yeonjun's self controls slips away. How could he when you were just so addicting and sweet?

He folds your body into half, legs pressed against your shoulders as he fucks into you hard and fast.

Too caught up in his pleasure, Yeonjun doesn't notice it when your eyes begin to flutter open, awoken by the jostling.

"Jjunie? What's going on?"

Yeonjun freezes as ice fills his veins as he sees you gazing at him with your sweet bleary eyes. This was not supposed to happen.

His hand leaves your leg and comes to stroke your hair.

"Shhh, just go back to sleep. It's just a dream."

You slowly nod and lean into his touch, head not fully processing things as you mumble something incoherent as you doze off again.

You're so adorably naive, Yeonjun thinks to himself. Never questioning him and always obeying him.

Yeonjun resumes his previous pace before you awoke, chasing his high. He can feel you're close, hand snaking down to rub your clit in rough circles.

It's not long before you reach your high, taking Yeonjun along with you.

"You want my cum that bad? You're so good for me, aren't you? Take it like, it's all yours." Yeonjun speaks, out of breath.

Yeonjun's eyes roll to the back of his head as he cums inside you, feeling your walls pulse around him, milking him, begging for his cum.

Yeonjun pulls out slowly, eyes focused on your ruined cunt and how his cum oozes out of you.

He scrambles for his phone, quickly taking a picture of you and then one of your ruined pussy.

He lets out a small 'tsk' as he scoops up his cum and pushes it back inside of you.

He captures your lips in a sickly sweet kiss, his form suffocating your body.

"Not that innocent now, hm? You're just too sacchrine for me to resist, aren't you?"

[linos-luna]

To be desired ❣️🔪

Yandere!Yeonjun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: obsessive behavior, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, Yandere, making out, manipulation, controlling behavior

♡ ———————— ♡ ———————— ♡

Boys never loved you the way Yeonjun did. All through high school no boys had crushes on you, in fact many of them made fun of you, constantly calling you ugly or fat or weird. All you wanted was a boy to love you. For one to tell you that you’re beautiful or that you’re the love of his life. For a boy to be obsessed with you. To be desired. Other girls got that so why can’t you? A boy that wants to be with you and will go out of his way to make it happen. You grew sour of other girls that had that. Of course that can lead to problems but you didn’t care.

So when you met Yeonjun , it was a dream come true. He loved you so much! He called you beautiful every day and wanted to be with you 24/7. He wants to please you and hold you and kiss you. He loves everything about you. You don’t even realize how toxic he is. He’s obsessed with you and that’s all you’ve ever wanted… right?

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Yeonjun had you leaning back on your elbows as he passionately made out with you. You were dressed, ready to go out but your boyfriend wasn’t letting up. He grabbed your waist with one hand and laid you down. He continued making out while tugging your hair.

“Yeonjun….” You giggled. “I have to go…”

“No you don’t.” He said with a smile as he crawled over you. He continued kissing you while grinding his clothed crotch into yours. “You don’t have go go anywhere, baby…”

You gasped at the feeling and threw your head back, giving him access to your neck.

“Are you wet baby?” Yeonjun said with a tease in his voice as he tried using one hand to unbutton and unzip your jeans.

“Y-yeah… but…”

“But what?” He asked, tugging your hair lightly.

“I have to go, Junnie... It’s my sister’s birthday.”

“But I want you here…” he sighed as he finally unzipped your jeans. “I want to love you~”

You moaned softly as he lowered your pants and palmed you over your panties.

“Let me love you, baby. Stay here with me.”

“J-jun… J-Junnie…” you gasp when feeling him stick his fingers under your panties and now touching your clit.

“Forever baby… stay here forever…” he repeated while sucking harshly on your neck, definitely leaving hickies for later. “You’re my beautiful little girl. I want no one to look at you.”

“Y-yeah?” You ask as he continues rubbing your clit.

“Yes baby. You’re mine, darling.”

You stop struggling for a moment and help him lower your panties. Yeonjun was a little surprised at first but quickly started undoing his pants.

Your boyfriend smirked as he teased your cunt with his cock.

“You’re my pretty girl.” Yeonjun whispered in your ear as he thrusted into you. “My. *thrust* Pretty. *thrust* Girl. *thrust*

You nearly cried at how hard he was thrusting and the intensity. Moaning his name out loud, you came as he hit that sweet spot and your boyfriend pulled out. He rubbed your cheek, admiring you.

“Don’t go anywhere, baby…”

“You… you can come with me.” You replied while pulling up your panties, trying to catch your breath. You sat up, looking around for your pants, about to stand up when he grabbed your arm.

“No!” He yelled, yanking you back down. “Stay here!”

“Junnie, don’t be ridiculous…” you laugh nervously, getting back up again, only for him to grip your wrist tightly.

“You can’t go anywhere today, baby.” He said with an odd smile. You tried tugging your arm back but he’s pretty strong. “You’re going nowhere today…”

“B-but—…”

“NOWHERE!!” He shouted suddenly, making you jump. Almost as quickly as he snapped at you, he suddenly softened up, hugging you tight.

“Darling, don’t be scared. I’m sorry!” He pleaded. “I-I just want to love you…”

You didn’t know how to respond as you were being hugged quite tightly.

“You don’t love me? I love you! You’re mine! Mine forever!”

“Yours forever?”

Yeonjun let go of you and nodded. “Mmhm of course! And no one will ever have you except me!”

“Y-Yeonjun…”

“Stay here with me, baby! Please! You’re my princess! I’ll love you forever!” He pleaded.

You weren’t sure how to feel about this. On one hand, it was a bit scary. He seemed frantic and so determined not to let you out. But on the other hand… you were desired.

It was a weird sick dilemma. All you wanted was to be desired…

You responded with a sigh of relief and a feeling of bliss… “Okay… I’ll stay here with you…”

[minho-hoho]

Shush

☾ GENRE ➝ yandere, mafia

☾ PAIRING ➝ yan!mafioso!yeonjun × gn!reader

☾ WARNING ➝ yandere themes, mafia related themes, violence, blood, murder, etc...

☾ REQUESTED ➝ no

☾ WC ➝ 0.8k

☾ NOTE ➝ uhh i actually wrote this and a quite lengthy taehyun one shot but it got deleted so sksksks i just lost hope and stopped coming to tumblr for a while srryyy

MASTERLIST

you were shaking under the covers of your bed, as if the almost constant state of fear you were living in wasn't enough, yeonjun had to do his business in your house. the screams and threats were freezing your blood, you were terrified that anyone would get hurt, and that you, would get killed because of what you considered yeonjun's reckless behaviour. for someone who claimed to only want the best for you, and only acted with your best interest in mind, he sure was being dangerous towards your safety. the only thing you could do was wait patiently, praying that whatever thing he was doing, was ending soon.

you heard a scream of intense pain followed by a loud thud. the voice didn't belong to yeonjun, but you didn't know if that reassured you any better. did he kill someone in your house? you wanted to get up and check up on him, and what happened, but the thought of the possibility of seeing a dead body laying on your living room's floor was frightening.

you carefully tiptoed to your bedroom's door, and tried to listen to any sounds that might come out of the living room. for a few seconds, only a dead silence fell on your ears. the silence stopped as a string of curses left yeonjun's mouth.

quietly, you slightly opened the door, enough for your voice to be heard.

“yeonjun..?” you called out his name, your voice quivering a little.

his eyes immediately darted your way, looking at your figure peeking through the door. not knowing what to say, he stared you, his dark gaze piercing your skull.

“what happened, is everything okay?” you asked, a bit reluctant, not being able to decipher his emotions.

yeonjun sighed, looking at the corpse laying next to his foot.

“this is what happens when you decide to go outside and disobey.” he walked towards your door.

it was true, you went outside and went out with some friends when you were forbidden to do so, as yeonjun was scared that the wrong people would get you and him, and hurt you. you regretted ever going out with someone heavily involved in the mafia world, in every step you took, you were reminded of the risk that and of the chances that you'd get harmed by anyone in the opposing mafia to yeonjun's. and on top of that, you added his obsessive and overly protective behaviour towards you, you deeply regretted ever agreeing to go out with him, your mental not being able to take any of yeonjun any more.

but even if what you did was objectively dangerous and stupid, did that mean that he had to kill someone? at this point, you didn't know whether he did it to protect you, because of his borderline psychotic and obsessive behaviour or because he simply enjoyed witnessing the death of over human beings.

“because of what you did, people now know about you, and i need to kill even more people for you.” he was now in front of you, towering over you, maintaining a chilling eye contact with you.

“no matter how much i warned you, you still went against my directions. do i need to threaten you? to show you the corpses of the people i've killed? because i can, and i will if that's what you need.” shivers ran through your body, you knew that by working in a mafia he had to do some shady stuff that potentially involved ending some people's lives. but you never thought he'd kill some people because of you. especially if it could have been avoided.

a wave of guilt washed over you as you felt at fault for the death of many. your shoulders dropped, and tears started to well up in your eyes. yeonjun's eyes were piercing through you in the silence. you looked down to your feet, remorse still eating you, you took a shaky breath before muttering low excuses, your voice unstable.

unbeknownst to you, yeonjun was smirking. his efforts were paying off, he had successfully manipulated you into feeling culpability for things you didn't even control. he was now sure you'd never leave his side, which was his ultimate goal, it was all he dreamt of.

he sighed, before taking you in his arms, startling you a little. “it's okay, just, don't do it again, okay? let's not spill more blood than needed. be careful, and as long as you follow my orders to the letter, you'll be safe and happy.” his shirt was now wet by your tears, you nodded, determined to not make any more mistakes.

yeonjun grinned, he kissed the top of your head. you sobbed in his chest, as he softly rubbed your back, trying to comfort you back into a happier state.

he finally achieved his most important mission, and he was more than overjoyed inside.

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[sunflwryu]

warning: yandere, murder | not requested

crazy

"fuck, i didn't think you'd come back so soon. i didn't want you to see this, you know..."

you know that voice.

and you know what those words imply. they imply that he had a hand in this, they imply that he's the one responsible for the gruesome scene in front of you.

you turn around to prove yourself wrong, hoping that it's just a nightmare, that it's just a dream, but no, it isn't, and reality hits you even harder when you see your best friend yeonjun behind you, gross red soaking his white tank top, splattered on his face, all over his hands, and it makes your eyes go wide and a terrified scream rips from your throat as you make a run for it.

at least, try to make a run for it.

but he's fast, he must've anticipated it, and instantly, he's got you, he's got you in his arms, twirling you around to face him, knocking your phone out of your hand in the process, ripping a scream from your throat as you struggle against his hold, but he’s strong, he’s always been strong and patient. you still after a minute or two, your energy now spent and wasted even after the adrenaline you got from the prospect of escape, before he nabbed you away from it.

his eyes are crazed, burning holes into you as you feel reality seeping in, seeping in your clothes, your skin as you feel the blood on him transfers to you, making you feel more disgusting than you already feel from having seen that mess, from seeing your boyfriend in such a state, from being best friends with a murderer.

where was your best friend? where was that playful, flirtatious boy you've known for years upon years? but you can't deny the truth anymore now, especially not after seeing him like that.

"w-why...?" you whimper, lips quivering, body shaking from fear, head turning and eyes averting to anywhere but that mad gaze of his.

he reaches to hold your cheek in his palm, gently lifting so that you have no choice but to look at him. “he made you cry, doll, so i had to keep my promise, you see?”

you're almost afraid to ask, but question tumbles from your lips anyway: "w-what promise are you talking about?"

"you know, when you first started dating him, i promised to you that i'd kill him if he ever made you cry. i couldn't just not follow up on it, hm? besides—"

"you fucking killed him!" you interrupt him and start to sob, the sadness and confusion hitting you all at once, the grief and trauma sinking in, feeling yourself break at his pathetic reasoning, your legs giving out, but he catches you, holds you as you blubber, continuing to speak despite the ugly nasalness of your voice. "just for one fight, one! a-and it was about you...i can't believe i defended you...i-i can't believe you did this...i..."

you remember how your boyfriend told you about how yeonjun had threatened him to leave you, how you should stay away from him. originally, it was just a simple talk at the dinner table, but it turned into screaming when you refused to believe it, refused to listen, especially after a particularly hard day at work, and you ran away into your best friend's arms, the arms of a would-be murderer, or perhaps a fully-fledged one considering how unfazed yeonjun is.

his thumb gently wipes away your tears, his hold on your cheek growing slightly harder to hold you in place, to keep you staring, looking at him. "it was really sweet of you, but i made a promise, and i had to keep it," he says softly, calmly, scarily.

"i thought you were joking! anyone would think that..."

he only smiles at you, the smile you used to be so cheered up and comforted by now sending shivers down your spine. "really..." he muses, his tone light and carefree as ever, like this was all a joke, like murder was a joke.

"w-what the hell...who— no, what are you, choi yeonjun?"

"i'm yours," he replies simply, patting your hair gently with one hand before it returns to snaking around your waist, keeping you with him, his eyes filled with a strange fondness you wonder why you haven't noticed before. "all yours, doll...and you're mine, that's all you need to know."

you shake your head vigorously, wanting no part in the role he wants you to, "...i-i'm not, you're just crazy" you jeer venomously, but weaker this time due to your dwindling hope.

his eyes flare at you, but just as they light up with anger, they only sparkle with amusement as he laughs, moving his face close enough so that it's mere inches away from yours. you instinctively pull back, but he only moves closer, a wicked grin upon his lips.

"even if i am, so what? all the best people are..."

note: clearly written when i was in the melanie martinez rabbit hole again (something i hop into every once in a while). part of my publishing-draft spree!

txt masterlist | main masterlist | by @sunflwryu

[el-hawthorne]

Halloween Series: Special

Words count : 3,5k

Pairing : Yandere!Yeonjun x female!Reader

Rate : 15+

Genre : Dark romance (?), Strangers to lovers.

Warning : SUGGESTIVE, mentions that reader is a female, Yeonjun is full of himself and delusional (?), harsh words, swearing, please let me know if I should mention anything that I should put as a warning.

synopsis:

Yeonjun is a famous playboy among his peers. He really wanted to make you fall in love with him to prove his friends that he was capable to steal your heart. You were sweet to him, but that doesn't make him a special guy. So it hurt his ego and he was determined to have you all to himself.

***

There was no single soul who didn't know how famous Choi Yeonjun is. He was good at sports and his academics. All of the teachers really saw him as all of the students' role in his school. 

He was kind and nice to everyone. And also, he knew how to crack funny jokes. Everyone loved his presence.

But nobody is perfect, right? Yeonjun was an ace in his school, he was attractive and desirable. That's why he could play with anybody's feelings to his advantage.

He knew he could get what he wanted. Which could mean everything.

He wanted it, he got it.

That was until his friend asked him an easy challenge. For him. At least Yeonjun thought so, and his friends also thought that Yeonjun could do that.

"Make Y/n fall in love and confess to you."

"Well?" Yeonjun raised one of his brows, "that's it?"

"Yeah, she took advantage of me. I want you to serve what she deserves."

Yeonjun chuckled, "Why can't you serve it by yourself then?"

"You got that player title for a reason. Even though she was hard to get, I knew you could make her fall in love with you in less than a month."

The evident smirk now slowly faded on Yeonjun's face. He knew his friend was now trying to get him. His friends knew that he was taking pride in being loved easily by people.

"Well, what do I get from this?"

"This one?" His friend threw him a key. A cottage key in the exotic beach to be exact.

"Deal."

When Yeonjun suddenly came into your frame, you wouldn't be surprised at all.

He suddenly greeted you when you walked past him through the school gate all of sudden. All eyes now on you. Thanks to him for ruining another peaceful day.

You weren't popular in your school. But many students know who you are. You were actually quite active in the organization and loved by your juniors, because you always stood up for them when one of your seniors bullied them.

Yeonjun has been your classmate ever since your first grade. But now, as if you were in the spotlight, Yeonjun suddenly noticed you.

"I didn't know we were in the same class."

"I know, I just wonder why you suddenly greet me and even ask my chairmate to switch with you. Do you want something?"

"Yeah, your heart," he winked at you.

You scoffed, "Woah, calm down there Mister. My heart is mine, I'm not planning to give it to anyone yet."

"I'm sure I can wait for that," he laughed.

If you didn't know about his reputation of being a casanova, you might find out that his laugh was attractive. Maybe, you would confess to him the next day.

But thanked God, for giving you the ability to see through people's intention and connecting the dots. Aside from being a heartbreaker, you also knew that Yeonjun did revenge for his friends.

Last time you could remember, a guy named Wooyoung—one of Yeonjun's friends—suddenly approached you. He only wanted your connection so he could join your club. And he did.

But what cost? His ex came to you, paid you a big sum of money if you could sell his girlfriends information. Yeah, he had more than one girlfriend. So you did, and let all of his girlfriends give him a lesson.

 You knew Wooyoung was the one who asked Yeonjun to seek revenge towards you. You weren't stupid.

So, you decided to have a little fun. Because Yeonjun seemed to make an effort in order to make you fall in love with him.

Every morning, you would find him in front of your house to pick you up at school. Then after school, he would bring you to his favorite cafe and sometimes to have some study dates too.

On weekends, he would ask you to hang out together. He would bring you to his favorite place, like an art museum, amusement park, his apartment, you name it. He even made a romantic dinner just for you as well.

You didn't mind him bringing you chocolate or your favorite dessert or some gifts at your school. Making all of the entire school assumed that both of you were dating each other.

"Y/n?"

When you walked at school's corridor with Yeonjun who had his hands on your waist, you suddenly stopped. You heard a familiar voice called your name.

And you were right. Right after you turned your body, you saw Choi Beomgyu—your old friend and also your old crush.

Well, you and him used to attend the same high school. He was your chairmate back then and you developed a crush on him since that happened.

Who wasn't he was the only one who saw you when everyone didn't. He really cared for you to the point he always asked you to join him for studying together with his friends. 

And because of him, you managed to attend the college that you really wanted.

But after graduation, you lost contact with him. He was studying abroad.

"Beomgyu?" Your eyes widened as you gasped.

Nothing really changed about his features. He was still as ethereal as ever. His black hair that used to be short, now became longer with wolf cut style. He looked more mature and insanely attractive.

"I thought I called the wrong person," he chuckled before smiling warmly at you, "turned out I was wrong, looks like you have become—no, you've always been beautiful. But now you know how to look more beautiful. No wonder, you have a boyfriend now."

"A boyfriend?" You realized that Yeonjun's hand was still on your waist, you quickly freed yourself and walked towards Beomgyu.

"Nope, he's just one of my colleagues. Nothing special between him and I," you clarified.

Meanwhile, since your attention was fully on Beomgyu, Yeonjun didn't like the uncomfortable feelings inside his chest. The way you told Beomgyu that he wasn't special pinched his heart.

"Y/n, we have to go. Our class will start soon," Yeonjun poked his cheeks as he crossed his arms on his chest.

You rolled your eyes, "You go first, I still want to catch up with Beomgyu for a little bit."

"Fine!" He huffed before he left you and Beomgyu alone as he felt annoyed.

You didn't give a damn about about Yeonjun and decided to give your attention towards Beomgyu.

For you, men aren't worth it to be loved. But Choi Beomgyu was an exception.

Maybe those unsettling feelings that you left years ago are still there. You didn't really forget him. Especially your heart still longing for him.

"Why are you here? Don't get me wrong, I really like seeing you here now. But, aren't you studying abroad?" You asked him.

"Yeah, but I had a project here. Also, my brother is working here. Just want to know about his workplace. Turns out he's working in a decent place," he answered, "but that's not the main reason why I came here. It's because I want to see you."

You blush like crazy because of his statement, "It's been a long time, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "and I want to ask you something."

"Sure."

"You said that man isn't your boyfriend, so are you single or?"

"I've been single since birth," you answered without thinking.

"So I still have my chance now?"

You frowned at his sentence. Not that you didn't know about his obvious intention. You just didn't know how to respond when your crush likes you back.  It was your first time. Heck! You even never got into a casual date with someone you genuinely liked.

Beomgyu laughed as he patted your head, "well, are you free after class?"

"I am, but why are you asking?"

"Nothing, just want to ask you for dinner," he grinned.

"Yes, of course."

"And I will pick you up after your class. Now, go to your class and stay pretty—no, forget it. You always look pretty in everything you do," he shuffled your hair before you left him.

Right after you entered your class, you saw Gaeul—your friend greeted you. She already saved your chair.

"The last time I checked, you act like a girl falling in love was years ago because of Beomgyu. And now, are you so desperate that you even fall in love with Yeonjun too? You know he is a jerk, right?"

"Who said I fell in love with Yeonjun? And how do you know I 'act like a girl falling in love'?

"Simple, because you look stupid," she answered without thinking, "but wait, if it's not Yeonjun, then who?"

"I've met Beomgyu earlier," you said with the brightest smile on your face.

Gaeul gasped, "No fucking way."

"Yes way, young lady. And you better help me too," you said as you were biting your lips nervously.

"What for?" Gaeul arched one of her eyebrows.

"Since he asked me for dinner tonight," you whispered.

But you were too excited to notice that someone probably heard what you said.

All of the things he did, Yeonjun never felt this angry before. He was sure that you would fall for his charm in a week when he treated you as a special girl. He gave it all for you and would do anything for you.

But yet, he never got any special treatment from you. He even saw with his own eyes when you greeted that "ordinary" guy. Yeonjun knew that guy was actually less of him. Yet, he saw how you slip those hair behind your ears, how red your cheeks and ears. Then you smile shyly but genuine at the same time.

He never saw you like that when you talked to another, even to himself. Being with you made Yeonjun realize that he observed too much about you.  He cared too much for your well-being to the point he no longer didn't care about the prize anymore.

 

He wanted you. All for himself. You have to be his, and not anyone else. If he couldn't have you, then he would rather see you dead than with somebody else other than him.

***

"Hey Y/n," Yeonjun walked towards you while you were still packing your things inside your bag before you got out of the class.

Your classmate eyed you for a while before you nodded at her and gave her signal to leave you alone with Yeonjun.

Now that you were alone with him, Yeonjun smiled at you, "So, caffe date as usual?"

"Hmm, yeah. And I want to go somewhere, I think I need your help for something too," you said.

Yeonjun's smile couldn't get wider than this as he felt his chest swell because of his pride. You need him. It really fed his ego right now.

"Anything for you baby," Yeonjun said as he patted your head before he placed his hand on your waist as his way to claim you and to show others that you were his.

Different from what Yeonjun's thought, you started to enjoy Yeonjun's company. Despite that Wooyoung asked him to approach you, you could consider him as a good friend.

Yeah, he was fun to be around with. He was cool with everything. He was really smart too and also great with helping you study. No wonder almost everyone fell for him. 

Yes, "almost everyone".

Except you, of course. Someone permanently held captive your heart since your high school. And now that you have a chance, you're not gonna let go of that chance easily.

After "the study date" session you had with Yeonjun, more like a study session for you and meanwhile for Yeonjun was still a study date, now you asked Yeonjun to bring you to a cloth store.

"Why do you want to go here?" Yeonjun asked.

"Well, I want to go buy something that might need your opinion since you're a guy and have a really good taste in everything. So the point is, I need your help," you are seriously staring at Yeonjun.

"If you thought I would help you because you just complimented me earlier, well it works. Let's go," Yeonjun got out of his car and opened his car's door for you as if you're a princess.

His princess.

"Thank you, Jun."

The way you called him made the whole butterfly inside his stomach. And it didn't seem to bother Yeonjun at all. No, he liked it.

You entered the store and met some workers that already knew you. Well, you have often gone to this place before. Even the workers treated you as if you were their friends.

"Hi Y/n, it's been a long time. Did you come here with Beomgyu? Gosh you changed so much, I wonder if Beomgyu would change a lot like you or not. Oh wait, did you two are dating now? Because I already knew that both of you had a thing for each other," Hoseok—the owner of the shop greeted you like an old friend.

"Hi Hoseok," you chuckled, "no, I'm with my friend."

"Your friend?" Hoseok frowned when he saw Yeonjun walking behind you and didn't hesitate to place his hand on your waist.

If you thought he was fine, no you were wrong. The fact that you only consider him as a friend? He was pissed, to the point his grip on your waist became more tighter than usual.

Your eyebrows arched as you snapped at Yeonjun, "Yeonjun?"

Of course you were uncomfortable because of him. But you tried to hide it, you didn't want to make Hoseok worried over something small. Even though you clearly felt that something was off from Yeonjun.

"Hmm?" Yeonjun looked at you as his grip loosened up.

The uneasiness came easily inside you from the way Yeonjun stared at you. It was like he was dead inside and there was someone else instead.

"This is Hoseok, he is my old friend and the owner of this shop. Hoseok, this is my classmate, Yeonjun."

"Hi Yeonjun, nice to meet you," Hoseok awkwardly smiled.

Yeonjun stared at Hoseok with his blank face and didn't say anything other than nodded.

You decided not to overthink what you just felt earlier. Maybe you were too tired to the point you started to imagine things.

So you started to choose some dresses that you wanted to buy and some guys clothes. 

"Jun!" You called Yeonjun when he was busy with his phone.

But when his nickname you gave rolled from your tongue, he immediately had all his attention on you. He quickly scooted to you.

"What is it?"

"What do you think if someone buys this shirt for you," you showed Yeonjun that guy's shirt towards Yeonjun.

Is she going to give me a present? How cute.

Yeonjun chuckled.

You frowned, "What? My pick isn't literally terrible, you know."

A pout appeared on your face. Yeonjun couldn't help as his hand now reached the top of your head before he messed with your hair.

"Jun!" You ripped his hand from your head by slapped it.

"Sorry babe, it's bad. Actually it is quite the opposite, you clearly have a taste."

Your eyes directly glared at Yeonjun, you couldn't believe him. Maybe he tried to mess with you again. Who knows?

"No, really. If I receive a gift like this, I will be over the moon. Especially if it's from the girl I like—no, I mean the girl I love. Literally going to confess to her right at the moment," he said confidently as he saw that rose cheeks of yours.

Aw—now you're shy. How cute! It must be because of him, wasn't it?

No, you were imagining Beomgyu's reaction when he received a welcoming gift from you. He must be just like what Yeonjun said, and even confessed his feelings for you.

"Hoseok, I want to buy this," you said to Hoseok.

"Oh hey, I actually had a new design for a dress. I think you should have it," he said as he showed a flowery dress that actually looked beautiful.

You were stunned, "It's beautiful."

"I know, a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl, you know?" He teasingly smiled at you.

"Oh Hoseok, I really want this dress, but I don't have much money. But can you keep it? I'm going to buy this after I save up money this month."

"Oh forget it, you don't have to pay. think of this as my welcoming gift for you, and I know what you did girl," he winked at you, "you should wear this, Beomgyu might go crazy over you when he see you in that dress."

"Wa-wait, for real?"

"Yeah, but you have to tell me first when both of you are official."

"Sure!"

"Oh my God! Hoseok, thank you so much!" You happily hugged Hoseok.

***

"Here is the key," Wooyoung threw a key towards Yeonjun who was fond of his phone right now. His eyes were literally attached towards whatever it was inside his phone.

"What are you watching?" San—one of his friends scooted over as he tried to peek, but Yeonjun immediately locked his phone.

"Mind your business," he said as he put himself inside his pocket.

San scoffed, "What's wrong with him?"

Wooyoung shrugged, "I don't know and I don't want to know. All I care about is now I'm happy."

"Happy because Yeonjun rejected that girl, huh?"

"Yeah, and now she is sick because she can't keep up with the reality that Yeonjun is only playing with her feelings," Wooyoung smiled happily.

"Well, you win."

On the other side, Yeonjun heard his friends' conversation. His smirk was visible on his face.

What his friends didn't know was, everything was twisted. And so he was.

Yeonjun took his phone from his pocket and unlocked it. It showed a video of your unconsciously slept on his bed from his real-time cctv inside his mansion. Too tired from crying.

Your tears were still visible on your face as he still remembered how you cried beautifully, wanting to get your freedom.

But no, of course he couldn't do that. You were his and would be forever his.

So he walked to towards his car and drove to his mansion as fast as possible. He couldn't wait to see you as fast as possible.

He really missed you.

And he knew that you also missed him.

If not now, than he was sure in the future you would miss him just like what he felt right now.

You just needed time.

As he arrived at the mansion, he immediately walked inside his bedroom and kissed your lips.

Your eyes slowly opened when you felt something soft touched your lips. Oh, how gross it was. You wish you could wiped that kiss from your mouth.

Vibrant with your reaction, Yeonjun was actually quite the opposite. Those red and glassy eyes glaring at him looked so beautiful for him.

"Hi sleeping beauty, so you have a nice dream, huh?" He chuckled before he kissed you again, but this time was longer than before. Even the tongue involved.

He smiled when he saw that red and swollen lips of your still connected to his by the saliva.

"You gorgeous thing, how can I not notice someone gorgeous like you from the start?" he whispered, but you didn't answered anything other than a few tears came out from your eyes.

"Such a Goddess," he murmured as he licked your tears, "The medicine still didn't wear off yet. So I called the doctor to put an IV on you."

You silently cried. Your tears kept coming out from your eyes.

"Sweetheart, this is just for a while until you behave, okay. You can't do anything on your own now, because you need me. You will always need me."

That fucking bastard.

After you bought Beomgyu a gift, you were supposed to go home with Yeonjun. Even your best friend already waited at your home.

But instead, Yeonjun drugged you by putting something inside your drink that made you fainted. He kept you at his house and confessed that he loves you for a while now.

Of course you rejected him and asked him to free you away. But instead of freed you, he put a syringe inside you with whatever substances inside of it that you actually didn't like it.

You lost your consciousness after that.

That's wrong of you if you thought that substance inside that syringe only made you unconscious. Other than that, your whole body was paralyzed. You even couldn't talk!

And that bastard literally took advantage of it.

"Sweetheart," Yeonjun's sickening voice made you snap back at the shitty reality, "before the doctor came, how about shower? You looked dirty, I will definitely help you to take a shower."

You only stared at him who looked at you as he grinned widely.

"Let me take your clothes off, yeah? Don't worry, you don't have to be shy. I already see everything," he kissed your neck as he slowly removed your clothes from your body, "I promise, I'll be gentle with you."

- end

[candewlsy]

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Warnings! : YANDERE , manipulation , toxic-relationship, dark concept, comfort, loneliness.

Words count: 1k

A/n: block or ignore if you're uncomfortable with these kind of concept. I wrote this just to match my theme 💀 (stupid I know-) i may write this again but make it angst 🤭 I wrote this for fun actually just to start up with my theme 😓👹 and THIS WAS RUSHED TOO THOUGH SO UH IGNORE THEM IG 🏃‍♀️

You loved beomgyu, you really do. But, as time goes by you started to doubt the love you had for him.

"Why are you obsessed with me? I told you that I need space, but it feels like you're taking over my entire life. And, I'm so sick of you.. Let's just end it here" you said in a low and firm voice, staring straight at Beomgyu, your eyes narrowed slightly. A small part of you felt guilty for telling him the truth, but a bigger part of you felt like he needs to hear it. You stand up, turning your back on him, ready to leave.

But before you can even take a step, Beomgyu grabs your wrist, his grip strong and firm.

"I dare you to walk out of that door and trust me you're going to come back" he says with a smirk, his eyes locked onto yours. You can feel your heart beating faster in your chest, your hands shaking slightly. What if he's right? What if you come back to him, no matter what? You try to pull your hand back, but Beomgyu's grip doesn't weaken. He pulls you closer to him so that your bodies are touching, smiling at you with an all-knowing look in his eyes.

Your heart is beating faster as you tried to pull your hand away from Beomgyu's grip, your skin flushing with a mix of emotions. You feel like you're going to pass out, your stomach churning with anxiety. But you can't back down now, not when he's acting like this. You take a deep breath and look back at Beomgyu, your eyes fierce.

"I don't know what you're talking about," your voice shaking slightly. "I just want you to back off and leave me"

Beomgyu lets go of your wrist and takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yous. He smiles, and the smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"You'll be back," he says, his voice as cold as ice. "You always come back to me."

You turn away from him, your heart pounding in your chest. You can't deal with this right now. You need to get away from him, away from this situation. You start to walk towards the door, trying to ignore the feeling of Beomgyu's eyes on you. You need to get out of here. Now.

Beomgyu had always been overly protective of you. He was constantly interfering in your life and trying to control you. He didn't like it when you spent time with your guy best friend, saying that he was a bad influence and that he was just using you.

One day, Beomgyu decided to take matters into his own hands. He confronted your guy best friend and threatened him, warning him to stay away from you. The guy best friend was shocked and upset by Beomgyu's behavior. He couldn't believe that the guy his friend dated could be so controlling and possessive.

The incident caused a major rift between Beomgyu and you. You're angry that Beomgyu had meddled in your life and had threatened someone you cared about. Beomgyu, on the other hand, doubled down on his position, insisting that he was just trying to protect you from someone who didn't have your best interests at heart

The argument escalated. It was a painful and confusing time for both of them. The fight ended with you walking out the door, feeling hurt and alone. You knew that it was time to put an end to the relationship, even though it was one of the hardest decisions you had ever made.

You arrived at your friends' house with your eyes still red from tears. You had come over to vent about your fight with Beomgyu and hopefully to get some support. But as soon as you began to speak, you realized that they weren't really listening. They seemed to be distracted with their own lives, and no one was quite as invested in your situation as you had hoped.

As you continued to explain your situation, you could feel your anger and frustration growing. You had come to your friends for support and instead, they were ignoring you. It was as if they didn't care about your feelings at all.

Feeling defeated and alone, you left the house and made your way outside. You have nowhere to go, no place to sleep other than Beomgyu's house. As you walked, you decided to go back and couldn't help but wonder if you were making the right decision. But the pain and loneliness were too much to bear, and you needed someone to comfort you.

When you arrived at Beomgyu's house, you found him waiting for you. He looked concerned, as if he had been expecting her. You threw yoursself into his arms, crying and apologizing for what had happened. As they held each other, you knew that you had made a mistake by leaving him. You couldn't imagine your ife without him, and you didn't want to.

Beomgyu held you close, stroking your hair as he smirks and whispering words of comfort. He told you that he was always there for you, that he would never abandon you like your friends had. And as you listened to his words, you knew that he was right. He was the only one who truly cared about you, and you couldn't let that go.

Beomgyu smirked and say "There, there. I told you, didn't I? You wouldn't even survive without me by your side. See? I knew you'll come back.

As you heard Beomgyu say those words, a feeling of shame washes over you. You can't believe that you fell for his manipulations, that you came back to him just like he predicted. You felt so stupid and weak, as if you had no control over your own life.

Little did you know.

Beomgyu had threatened your friends before; Beomgyu had threatened your friends to stay out of the situation and not try to interfere. He had made it clear that if they got involved, they would suffer the consequences.

[yn-dere]

[2:14 AM]

TW: Extremely dark topics, please practice caution whilst reading.

The headlights of the car flickers softly, illuminating the bushes and trees spreading out across the dead end street. The crickets and the small croaks that I can only guess are coming from frogs, seem to get louder by the passing second. Roaring, almost as if they are small spectators tittle-tattling about this son of a bitch. The night black and bleak, the upended crescent moon frowning over my claustrophobic car. Droplets can be heard on the roof, even the clouds seem to be mourning.

I sigh as I cast my eyes upon the woman laying backseat, her eyes closed as the car lights vaguely reveals her face. My breath hitches as it has been my body's automated response to her for a long time. Along with the sweaty hands and stammering.

I wish it wasn't. I wish I wasn't such a loser. I wish I could conversate with her like a normal person without tripping over myself and falling head first. But it doesn't really matter... she understood me. She understood me and she liked me, she told me she did. Dates after dates, mostly her talking and me shyly chiming in at times. It was all that I treasured, really. At times she would be happy and I would be merry with her, other times I'd happily be her shoulder to cry on. She understood me... or at least I thought she did.

I didn't take her out to a concert for her to be making out with a nuance. I wanted to yell but I was confused! Why was she acting like everything is fine after flipping my entire world upside down? Smiling from ear to ear as we got into the puny car to drive back home. Why did she look so happy? Why kiss HIM on OUR date? Also, why didn't she care? Pulled up to a dead end street after gathering all the courage I had to confront her, and if the current predicament was bad..it worsened with an influx of questions thrown at me by her.

Why was I angry? Why did I care about who she kissed? Why was I acting crazy? We were just friends...?

...Friends?

Even through the dark lighting, I can still see the blood seeping in through the seats, creating dark parallel lines. The huge gaping wound at her neck takes nothing away from her beauty and I could almost swear that my hands were sweating like always, if it weren't for the headlights casting light upon the dark red colour coating them.

I take a deep breath as my thumb hovers over those three digits, leaving blood residue on my phone screen.

....

It's 112, what's your emergency?

Uhh, there has been a murder suicide at the.....end of poe street?

The end of poe street?

Yeah

Okay, do you happen to know any of the victims?

Yes, her name's YN YLN and the perpetrator is uhm... choi-choi soobin?

Oh. Are there any signs of life? Are you sure they're both dead?

She is, yeah and I'll be in a few minutes.

( Leading on someone like yan!soobin wether by accident or deliberately, is not a good idea.. I'm sure you'll agree )

Gif by @yeonjune

[human-psyche]

A DEADLY ATTRACTION.

" everybody has light around them. he has shadows... "

characters: yeonjun x reader

genre: dark, romance, angst, gangs, hitman!yeonjun, yandere!yeonjun, violence, mature content

about: choi yeonjun is txt's sniper. he's cold, emotionless and wicked, but most importantly, he's known to never miss. y/n, an unlucky witness, becomes his first ever mistake on his latest mission so he resorts to keeping her hostage and hiding this secret. y/n is soon caught in a toxic dance of attraction with the male who stands between her and freedom...

No matter how much Y/n pleaded, Yeonjun simply would not be moved at all. He'd watch her struggle with a curiousity that's both cruel and somehow distant, though underneath, he also has a strange fascination for the way she refuses to give up on her freedom, nevermind that she's now far away from even going out to a store to shop for her own clothes: reduced to wearing those he'd bought of his own liking, or lack of it, and thrown at her to change. Heck, she can't even pull the curtains without it having a negative effect on her existence with him.

During one of those times when she's gathering up all her hatred to confront him again directly, eventhough she knows deep down that it's nowhere near efficient, the male enters the bedroom, quickly subduing her before she can scream out loud. He holds her wrists so tightly that she winces in pain.

"Let me go!" she yells at him, injecting every ounce of power and courage she has into her demand which is a whole lot daring given her position as a victim.

Seeing her energy, something stirs inside Yeonjun; he has never taken a liking to a target before, sure, they're interesting, but none of them has ever made him feel...this. He needs to push it away to focus on his job. He may have thought he's immune to feeling anything, but the truth is he doesn't want to admit.

"You should be less vocal." he says.

Y/n narrows her eyes at him in defiance, provoked by the fact that he doesn't even take her argument seriously.

"And you should have the decency to be more human." she retorts back like an acrid insult, making her honest opinion of him known despite the fear that lingers in every interaction she has with him.

Yeonjun growls in irritation. He steps closer to her still form, towering over her smaller frame. "You don't know a thing about me," he hisses.

"I know more than you think. You make me sick."

The two lock eyes, a dialogue of anger and hate driving the exchange between them like a chain reaction, her attitude to his ill treatment adding fuel to the fire.

Yeonjun is the first to move: he lunges forward. The girl attempts to fight back but her strength's no match for him, she tries to keep herself unaffected though she fails, sobbing through her teeth at the sting produced because he pulls her closer. She can feel his breath on her face…her anger bleeding through her response to him which is to scream again at the hitman, this time akin to a defense mechanism to try and restore some space.

He can feel the sadness emanating off of her. He wishes he can turn off his feelings but for once, he can't. His cold demeanor is the only thing he allows himself to feel but despite all this, he finds her captivating.

"Would you shut up already?" he sneers. "You're wasting your breath."

"No!" Y/n shouts back. "I won't shut up! You can't do this to me! Let me go!"

The hitman cocks an eyebrow, intrigued by the passionate manner in which she's fighting against him. That numbing emotion that he's not sure how to interpret quickly leaves him as he remembers his mission and her screams return to the forefront of his mind. "It won't make a difference." he brings her back to reality. "You don't have a choice. You're my hostage now and you'll stay here with me untill I can find a way to use you."

As he tilts her chin up with one finger and looks at her with a cruel smirk on his lips, Y/n wants to rip away from his grasp and run for her life, but her body is paralyzed by fear. Instead, she just stares at him, unable to comprehend the situation she currently finds herself in, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Your defiance is attractive, but you're not going anywhere, Y/n."

His matter-of-factly voice is as cold as ice, sending shivers down the her spine.

Without warning, he leans in to plant a single kiss on her.

It feels like a brand, Y/n recoils in shock.

"Now you're quiet."

Avoiding his gaze, she swallows her protest, her gaze filled with stubborn tears that she refuses to shed in front of him.

The corners of his lips quirk up. "You look like you have something to say."

She scrambles for words, calming her ragged breaths before speaking. "I will never forgive you for treating me like this." she grits out, the venom evident in her verbalized disapproval of what their criminal - hostage relationship seems to have turned to, as if it wasn't enough how he dealt with her before, right from the beginning.

"Oh? And why's that?"

She lets out a scream of pure frustration. While backing away from him and getting off the ironically king sized, very comfortable, very spacious bed that his luxury apartment can afford, she has no intention to give in to his game. "You can't win, Choi Yeonjun. I'll never stop fighting." she swears, her determined voice betrayed only by how it shakes with the will to get over this.

He's silent as he watches her, curiousity resurfacing. She's a challenge for him, someone he finds interesting.

Her movements are steady as she curls down next to the big balcony windows and stares him down, her fingers clenching in the fabric of her shirt. Distance, that's what she needs from him right now, especially after how close they were earlier. It messes with her…she can't, she shouldn't even think about it. "I'm going to escape one day. You can't keep me here forever." Y/n whispers, trying to convince him一 or rather convince herself.

"It looks like you have a lot to learn, Y/n."

Yeonjun simply shrugs. A clear response.

He has no plans to let her go.

. . .

a/n: part one will be posted soon. share / reblog if you like and do follow me for more similar content!

[b3llab00]

Yandere!Soobin X Reader

An Opening Sequence song fic

Hi there! This is my first time doing something like this. If you have any suggestions on how to make this better I would appreciate it!!! Helpful tips are always nice :)

Anyways on with the show

Soobin doesn’t love. He’s not a lover. He’s a logical human. So what’s so different about you?

It was just another day on the stage. The words dull. The motions trained. The fans copy and pasted. Except one. One that stood out from the rest.

Her eyes pierced him like a blade through the heart. He went through the motions of the dance, his eyes never leaving her figure as she swayed with the music.

Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me

Soobin smiled. A real smile. Something nobody else here could ever pull from him.

The rest of the night was a blur. For the rest of the concert, his gaze never falling short of her. When they took their final bow on the stage, saying there cookie cutter goodbyes, he took the opportunity to wave at her.

Her eyes lit up as she waved back at him, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Take one more chance on me, chance on me, chance on me

But that all changed when he watched her eyes linger over yeonjun with a longing look. In that moment, he felt his work shatter. All that was left was a new side of Soobin he never thought he would feel. Hatred

I’m bleeding painfully, painfully painfully

Soobin stayed quiet as they got on the platform to leave the stage. The ground opened and the platform lowered. He looked up and saw Yeonjun playing with Beomgyu, lightly teasing him. He started dancing around the little platform, and Soobin couldn’t help it.

Soobin isn’t a bad person. He’s a very good leader, but to see Yeonjun GLOATING. Practically laughing in Soobin’s face about how YEONJUN was the one she looked at. How YEONJUN was the better Choi. How YEONJUN made her heart skip a beat and not Soobin.

Yeonjun was mocking Gyu, and went to take a step back to show off. Soobin didn’t even blink as he stuck his foot out slightly. Not much, not even noticeable to the other members.

The platform was poorly built, so tight in space anyone could fall. Too far up off the ground to even be safe.

There were screams from the other members. And then a sickening crunch hit Soobin’s ears. Somewhere below he heard a woman scream, and the platform stopped moving. His heart raced as he looked below.

Yeonjun wore a shocked expression, staring at the sky above. His left arm twitched as his right arm was twisted in a way it was down right horrifying. Blood. Blood was everywhere. He wasn’t dead, but he mine as well have been.

Soobin snapped out of it when he heard Kai let out a strangled sob. Tae immediately grabbed him and hugged him. Beomgyu was pale, and unmoving. Soobin didn’t dare look any of them in the eyes. How could he when he was smiling so hard??

••••••••••••

You, like many other girls, we’re waiting for the car to drive around the side. So maybe you could get one last glimpse at TxT. You checked your watch.

12:47

A sigh escaped your lips as you adjusted your bag. Oh well.. at least you got good videos. You begrudgingly fought through the crowd as you walked the block. Parking was nearly impossible, even arriving three hours in advanced.

It was dark out. Somewhere in the distance you heard a dog bark. It was creepy, and unsettling. Where was your pepper spray? Maybe you should grab your phone an-

That was your last though as you were hit by a wall. Well, but a walk, but that’s what it felt like. Your bag went flying and so did your light stick. Great, there goes 100 dollars.

You sighed and looked up, getting ready to cuss out some Jack ass. But when you looked up you froze.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you there.” Soobin said bashfully, reaching down and picking up your bag.

Holy fuck.

It’s Choi Soobin.

Choi Soobin as in THE Choi Soobin

Choi Soobin from TxT

Here

Speaking to YOU

“No it’s my fault!! Im so sorry! Im such a fucking clutz sometimes!” You laughed. Was it hot out here? Oh god you hoped your hair wasn’t a disaster.

You casually brush your hair back, relieved to find it still mostly intact.

••••••••••••••

Soobin smiled at the girls attempts to fix herself for him. It was unnecessary though, as she was already perfect as she was .

He continued to charm her and talk to the girl, all while Yeonjun was being loaded into an ambulance. He expressed his concern for his friend and sobbed. You felt awful, and rubbed his back.

Stay for me, stay for me, stay for me

Soobin took her hand, eyes rubbed red.

“Can you please stay with me while Yeonjun is in the hospital? It hurts my heart so much” he cried.

How could she say no?? It’s Choi Soobin, and his best friend was on the brink of death.

“Of course Soobin. I’ll do anything for you” she said, blinking back tears of her own.

I can’t get used to it, used to it, used to it

Of course Soobin felt bad for hurting Yeonjun like that. Yeonjun was practically his brother. Soobin loved all of his members equally, but now he had something better in his life. Something, no, someONE, he would risk it all for. He would gladly sacrifice any of his other members to be able to be held by you. This was all foreign for him, but hey…

True love is true love. And there was no denying Soobin’s love.

Not now, not ever.

[appleofthemoon]

uh so i heard from some people in our campus that yeonjun got send to jail after vandalizing the dorms, and my sister said he did that for me? i know he likes me but i'm not sure if it's real tho i just wanted to let you know

(i hope i'm doing it properly...)

w. bribery, food, vandalism, allusion to murder

hm, word really does get around quickly.

though jail's a bit of a stretch, yeonjun was merely put on a timeout. i could tell you more, but you have to give me a chocnut in exchange for something as precious as this..

..you don't have much time. my guess is that it'll take—at most—a week before he's a free man again. why are you shocked? as much as people refuse to admit it, money is a powerful tool. and when it's in the hands of a family like the chois, they're bound to use it to their advantage.

so run. take your sister and leave—get away from this life and start a new one. don't worry about expenses, i'll help you with that.

take my words into consideration. otherwise, you will never know peace while yeonjun is on the prowl, impatiently waiting for you to fall into his bloody web.

the vandalism? that's child's play; a piece of the masterpiece that he wants you to see.

and i might appear as a traitor, but i am not a liar when i say sooner or later, your sister will be “included”.

come send in a rumor you heard !

[lovekaikim]

Intersex/Trans! Yandere! Hongjoong and Yeonjun Male Reader Headcannon

Two bad boys? Hear we go!

Note: Also, this is my first time writing about intersex/trans folks. So if I fucked up something, let me know.

Note 2: Also, this is more of a soft yandere headcannon, so, if you wanna see blood and guts, then you won't find it here.

Note 3: Another thing, there's no smut in Yeonjun's one, as I wanted to focus more on the comfort aspects.

Hongjoong

SFW

Hongjoong hated you at first. You were a bisexual nerd at highschool, and he was a bully. How the hell would he like you?

You were a shy, timid thing who hated confrontation. You also had a bit of a crush on Hongjoong. And you thought he'd never reciprocate the feelings.

But you were dead wrong.

One night you were crying in your dorm, and Hongjoong knocked on the door. With a bag of pizza and an apologetic face.

"Hey...can we talk?"

After letting him in, he'd explain that he had a crush on you himself. But due to him being one of the popular kids, he was scared that he would get targeted.

He expected you to tell him to get out, but instead you hugged him. Still sobbing. He'd vow to protect you and your feelings. That night, he'd gained a lover for life.

If you were feeling sad, then he'd find the problem. One way or another. Sometimes, when he was feeling low, you'd do the same for him. Sometimes violently.

NSFW

Hongjoong's tounge is a fucking weapon. Eating you out like you were the most precious diamond in the world. He's the predator, and you're the prey.

He knows that you have a praise kink, so he uses it to his advantage to get what he wants. "Such a sweet boy..."

You were willing to offer your body for Hongjoong to use to pleasure himself, as you saw yourself as a doll for him to play with. But to Hongjoong, he saw you as his equal.

Hongjoong loved it when you let him ride you, but he also liked it when you fought back sometimes, as he knew you were your own person. Not a robot for him to fuck. A lover for him to cherish.

He likes to tease you. A lot. He could be using a vibrator to pleasure his cervix like a toy, choking himself out, or making you feel jealous, and you'd still fuck him hard. Just the way he wants.

But, after you both exhausted yourselves, he'd always make sure that you were ok. Brushing your hair whilst you were barely awake is one of your favourite aftercare activities.

"Just rest now, my boy."

Yeonjun

So, Yeonjun is a fashion designer in Seoul, working for the greats such as Vivienne Westwood and Karl Lagerfeld. You, on the other hand, had only recently graduated from University.

He couldn't what to meet you, but, at the same time, he wasn't.

Yeonjun had very possessive tendencies, especially with his models and fellow designers. He was trying to stop it from getting in the way of his work, but so far, he's not succeeded.

The other thing was that he was transgender, recently transitioning when he started working for Lagerfeld in 2016. So he was scared that if he told anyone, he'd be mocked.

But you were different. You were very quiet, unassuming, and a gentle soul. Always trying to help people with their problems. Yeonjun was quite confused - most of them were loud, and outgoing.

He soon started to fancy you, offering to give you coffee some nights after work. Giving you a rose gold necklace on your birthday. Making beautiful outfits for you when your older sister got married.

You took notice, but you thought he was being generous and kind. He was unintentionally breaking your heart.

One night when you were about to leave, Yeonjun noticed that you were on the phone to your mother. He didn't think anything of it, until you started crying.

"I love him, Mom...I love him with all my heart...but he'll never notice...will he? He's just being kind. He'll never love me..."

Your crying broke his heart. Yeonjun wanted to run and hug you, but he didn't do anything yet. He was also scared that you'd reject him due to him not being masculine.

Finally, he ran as fast as he could and hugged you, rubbing your back.

"I...I love you with all my heart, M/N, I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner...I was scared that you'd think I'm-"

You kissed him, tears still streaming your eyes. Yeonjun was surprised, but he kissed back, letting your love seep through the dark room.

[linos-luna]

Cream ❣️

Yeonjun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy making out, thigh riding, desperate reader, orgasms

What was it about his kisses that was so addicting? Was it his plump lips? Did he have a spell on you? You were always desperate for his kisses and would whine like a child getting their candy taken away when he pulls away. Yeonjun thinks it’s so adorable and loves teasing you.

He also loves getting you flustered and embarrassed. The look of humiliation on your face turns him on just as much just so he can tease you more.

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So here you are. Sitting on his lap, situated on one of his thighs as you desperately chased his lips. Yeonjun smirked as he held your hips, lightly grinding you on his thigh. He had your skirt hiked up so your silky panties were the only thing that separated your cunt and his muscular thigh.

You moaned into the kiss as he grinded you harder and bounced his foot a little.

“J-junnie-…” you panted, letting go for a moment before kissing him again. “J-jun… I-…”

“Hm? Cant hear you baby.” He said with a devious smile while pulling away.

“No no junnie!” You whined, chasing his lips again as he smiled and pulled back every time you’d try moving forward.

Yeonjun chuckled as he kissed you some more. “Ride my thigh, baby.”

You did as he said and could feel how soaked your underwear was.

Yeonjun continued kissing you, biting your lip to push his tongue through. You whimpered at the feeling and found yourself grinding on his thigh as if your hips had a mind of its own.

Your desperate whimpers and stuttering hips were a definite indicator of what’s to come and Yeonjun knew that.

“You gonna make a mess, hm?” He smirked while getting close to your ear. “I want you to cream in your panties, baby.”

“Y-Yeonjun… I-… I-…” you moaned as he moved you a few more times. Your eyes rolled back and you tightly gripped onto his shirt as you came. It was an intense feeling and you panted as you pulled back from his lips for a moment.

“Dirty girl…” Yeonjun said as kissed your neck and smirked while rubbing over your soaked panties. You whined at the overstimulation and bucked your hips.

“Are you junnie’s dirty girl?” He teased, continuing to rub your clothed cunt.

“Y-yes…” your breathing hitched as you tried to grab his hand to stop him. But he grabbed your wrist and moved your hand aside.

You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks. “W-want… want…” you were desperately trying to kiss him again and he kept pulling away.

“Junnie!” You cried while he chuckled.

“Aren’t you just adorable.” He teased before kissing your cheek.

You were red as you felt just how wet and sticky your panties were. It was embarrassing.

Yeonjun kissed you again as he rubbed your panties again.

“You want Junnie to clean you up baby?” He teased. “You’ll get to feel my lips somewhere else… and I’ll make you cum again… and again…”

[luvtwinz]

HONSOOL

La posición te resultaba un tanto incómoda, si bien tu espalda yacía perfectamente alineada contra el espaldar de la silla, que tus brazos estuvieran tendidos y atados detrás del material de madera, no estaba resultando precisamente agradable. Comenzabas a sentir la oleada eléctrica del calambre muscular subiendo por tus extremidades y como la soga que mantenía tus manos anudadas picaba contra tu piel.

Sumado a ello iba el pestilente saquito donde tu cabeza permanecía clavada y oculta; privándote de ver a dónde demonios te habían arrastrado esos idiotas que de repente te habían emboscado durante la sagrada hora de la cena. Quién quiera que fueran, la pagarían muy caro por no dejarte probar un bocado esa noche.

— Oigan, el putrido edor de este saco me hará morir antes de que siquiera se tomen la iniciativa de dar comienzo a un interrogatorio, o lo que sea que planean hacer conmigo — te quejas sonando tranquila pero severa, pues no era mentira tu primera réplica. Además, cabe destacar que ser raptada de la nada era algo a lo que te habías acostumbrado desde un principio dado a tu vida como líder de un cártel mafioso.

Comenzabas a sospechar sobre la posible persona que había dictado la ejecución de todos y cada uno de tus raptos hasta la fecha.

Luego de un rato donde el silencio parecía ser tu único acompañante, repentinamente el sonido producido por las suelas del calzado llegó a tus oídos, eventualmente el silencio volvió a hacerse presente en cuanto sentiste que el dueño de esas pisadas se detuvo frente a tu figura atada. De un segundo a otro la persona arrancó el saco dejando expuesta tu cabeza. Tomaste una dramática bocanada de aire en cuanto ya no sentiste el hediondo material cubrirte.

— Joder, a la próxima laven esa cosa. Puedo jurar que empezaba a vislumbrar la luz al final del túnel con tan solo tener eso puesto — aunque podía parecer exageración tuya, la verdad es que si te estaba afectando el olor proveniente del material que antes portabas. Incluso sentías como las náuseas se formulaban en tu interior.

El chico frente a ti se echó a reír irónicamente por tu melodrama, fue una resonante carcajada colmada de una mezcla entre la ironía y el placer.

Pues lo que dijiste le resultó gracioso, pero no podía negar que resultaba sumamente satisfactorio imaginar que hubiera sucedido si no te quitaban el saco. No obstante su risa se apagó abruptamente en cuanto la orden del líder principal resonó en el interior de su cabeza.

“Quiero que traigas ante mí a la líder de Honsool, de preferencia viva”

— Aunque la imagen mental de ti muriendo por asfixia me resulta deleitante, me temo que simplemente no puedo permitir que eso te ocurra, de lo contrario, el que terminaría tieso sería yo — sus palabras vibran con desdén, pero no te ofende su actitud burlesca. De hecho, solo te limitas a observarlo con la indiferencia escrita en tus facciones.

— Si bueno, creo que de Igual manera terminarán tiesos tu y tus hombres — se supone que era una amenaza, pero la forma tan pacífica en la que sonó tu voz le hace pasar desapercibida y el tipo frente a ti se limita a reír de manera arrogante como queriendo dar a entender de que si alguien tenía las de perder, definitivamente ese no era él. Aunque en realidad sí.

— Deja de sonreír como idiota y trae a tu líder, ya me duelen las muñecas — brameas retorciendo tu cuerpo en la silla dado a la incomodidad generada por la posición.

— Nuestro líder no vendría hasta aquí solo por tí, espérate hasta que nos den la orden de llevarte con él de una vez por todas — protesta con molestia, a lo que tú chasqueas la lengua contra tus dientes y dejas caer tu cabeza hacia atrás con rotundo pesar.

— Mira tesorito, en este negocio el tiempo es oro, por ende yo no puedo esperar que a tu líder le salgan del culo las ganas de llamarlos. Hagamos lo siguiente — propones incorporandote mejor en la silla. El contrario te mira asombrado por como de repente pasaste tus brazos hacia adelante, te habías deshecho del amarre como si nada.

— Sin necesidad de recurrir a los balazos, déjame ir por las buenas y reciban la penalización por parte de su cabecilla. Te aseguro que eso es mejor que morir a manos del clan Honsool — aseguras mirando fijamente al tipo. El mismo ignoró por completo tus palabras, desenfundó su arma y la posicionó a un costado de tu cabeza.

— ¿Que te deje ir por las buenas? ¿Recibir una penalización de mi jefe? No me hagas reír. Además, justo ahora estás en desventaja; no tienes armas y nadie está aquí para protegerte — murmura entre dientes contra tu rostro. Por su respuesta dejas escapar un bufido cansino y le miras una última vez.

— Conste que trataba de evitar llegar a este punto. ¡Yeong, entren! — gritas repentinamente capturando la mirada de todos los presentes, quienes no hacen más que reírse de ti, creyendo que solo lo hiciste con la intención de intimidarlos un poco.

Sin embargo, solo es cuestión de segundos para que tu mano derecha junto a una parte de tus hombres ingresen al almacén abandonado, todos con armas en mano soltando disparos y acabando con los otros tipos. El primero en ser acabo fue el idiota que hasta hace un rato se mantenía de pie frente a ti.

Después de la balacera, Yeong te tomó en brazos y te llevó con él al auto, dejando al resto atrás para que se encargaran de hacer arder el lugar y deshacerse de los cuerpos.

— ¿Se encuentra bien, jefa? — cuestiona el chico más que preocupado, temiendo que una bala te haya alcanzado.

— Descuida, estoy bien — aseguras sin siquiera apartar la mirada de lo que sea que estuvieras observando a través del retrovisor.

— ¿Sucede algo mi señora? — pregunta con curiosidad Yeong pues realmente pareces estar tan concentrada en aquello que estás mirando.

— No es nada — niegas finalmente apartando tu mirada del cristal tras no poder continuar divisando bien la instalación que ahora comenzaba a incendiarse a lo lejos.

— Yeong, muero de hambre, esos cretinos no esperaron a que comiera algo, me llevaron sin más. Llévame a algún lugar de los que suelo frecuentar.

— Como usted ordene, señora.

— De todos los restaurantes, justo debías traerme hasta este — brameas con fastidio mirando no muy gustosamente el lujoso edificio frente a donde ahora el vehículo se encontraba aparcado.

— Lamento haberle arrastrado hasta acá mi señora, pero los respectivos líderes de Chaconne y Frost solicitaron tener una audiencia con usted y sé que no dejarían de insistir hasta que les diera la cara — explica Yeong al mismo tiempo en que se quita el cinturón de seguridad y baja del auto para poder ir hasta tu puerta y así abrirla para tí.

— Lee y Choi son un dolor en el culo, hagamos esto rápido para que pueda irme — la molestia es evidente, lo último que necesitabas para terminar de joder tu noche era tener que verle las caras a esos dos.

De mala gana bajaste del auto e ingresaste al ostentoso restaurante, todo con Yeong siguiéndote de cerca pues nunca se sabía con esa gente.

Luego de un rato caminando, lo que parecía ser un camarero te informa que Lee y Choi se encuentran en la sala habitual donde tendían a reunirse. Tomas una bocanada de aire antes de entrar, no porque estuvieras nerviosa, sino porque tratabas de canalizar tu mal humor para evitar vaciar tu arma en la cabeza de uno de esos dos.

— ¡He aquí la intocable reina del triángulo de las bermudas! ¡Todos hagan una reverencia ante nuestra preciada deidad! — las irónicas exclamaciones de Yeonjun no hacen más que incrementar el disgusto en tu ser, mandas tus ojos a rodar e ignorando por completo sus palabras te dispones a tomar asiento frente a ambos líderes.

— Oye guapa, me esfuerzo para que tengas una bienvenida digna y solo me ignoras, eso no está nada cool — recrimina con fingida aflicción, pero la sonrisa que distorsiona sus facciones no le hace honor al tono con que vibraron sus palabras.

— Ha pasado un tiempo ¿Cómo has estado Heeseung? — optas por dirigirte al otro hombre en la mesa, quién solo se limitaba a observar la escena anterior con desinterés, él a diferencia de Yeonjun mostraba más respeto por ti y por tu rango.

Este último simplemente aún a esas alturas se negaba a aceptar que una mujer estuviera por encima de él y su clan. Como lo mencionó antes, eras la “reina” del triángulo de las bermudas, algo así como una asociación formada por el clan Honsool, Chaconne y Frost. Se les dió el nombre debido a qué todo aquel que entrara en alguno de los respectivos territorios de cada clan, jamás volvía a saberse nada respecto a su paradero.

Tu ibas a la cabeza dado a qué el clan Honsool fue fundado con más antelación que los otros dos.

— He estado bien, gracias por preguntar. ¿Tú qué tal? — la respuesta y pregunta se oyen en tono sereno, como naturalmente solía ser él hasta que lo hacían molestar de verdad.

Respondes asegurando estar de maravilla, y das por iniciada una no muy forzada conversación con Lee. Ambos optan por ignorar completamente a Yeonjun y esto hace que el mencionado se irrite.

— Oigan, también estoy aquí — refunfuña simultáneamente dando un golpe a la mesa provocando que tanto tú como Heeseung se dignen a finalmente prestarle atención.

— No vine para simplemente sentarme a verlos socializar.

— Y yo no fui arrastrada hasta aquí para tener que escuchar cuánta pendejada salga de tu asquerosa boca, así que ambos digan que es lo que requieren de mí para que pueda irme de una maldita vez — no solías ser tan grosera al dirigirte hacia alguien, pero tenías tu motivos, además, el mal humor producido por hambre también hablaba por tí.

— Seamos breves, te hicimos venir hasta acá para hablar sobre Venom — Heeseung se adelanta en dar la respuesta que buscabas.

No era la primera vez que te convocaban solo para tener una charla sobre el clan Venom y como este siempre andaba en busca de problemas por las zonas donde claramente su presencia no era permitida.

— ¿Es que acaso esa gente no tiene algo mejor que hacer? — cuestionas retóricamente y con completo fastidio. Y es que, ya te tenían hasta la coronilla con el tema de Venom metiendo sus narices dónde no les convenía hacerlo.

— Con la división que hice acabar hoy, ya cuentan como seis en el mes, no entiendo porqué continúan jodiendo tanto — expresas hecha una furia, en tu tono de voz denotaba el cansancio y cólera generados por la situación.

— Uno de mis sub-líderes de división tuvo un encuentro con el segundo alto mando en ese clan, el mismo le comunicó una petición por parte del cabecilla — habla ahora Yeonjun, quién lejos de notarse serio o molesto en cuanto a lo sucedido no hace más que tomárselo con aparente diversión.

— ¿Qué crees que es lo que tanto anhela adquirir el líder de Venom? — la pregunta va en tu dirección, una amplia y banal sonrisa resplandece en el rostro de Choi. Sientes como tú sangre hierve por su gesto y también por la suposición que se formuló en tu mente.

— ___, me temo que por tu propia cuenta deberás encarar al líder de Venom y darle lo que tanto quiere — las palabras de Heeseung solo provocan que tu sangre hierva el doble. Tu suposición si terminó siendo acertada, por desgracia.

— Puede que de esa manera lleguemos a alguna negociación o acuerdo pacífico dónde ninguno de los clanes se vea terriblemente afectado. De lo contrario, siento que todo terminará con unas cuantas muertes de por medio.

— Si, me temo que sus vidas ahora corren peligro, así que mejor vayan a idear un buen plan antes de que los primeros en morir sean ustedes a manos de mis hombres — tras terminar de hablar, oyes las resonantes carcajadas de Yeonjun y seguidamente lo ves apuntar su arma hacia ti.

— Mira a esta pequeña perra codiciosa, se atreve a amenazarnos — miras mal a Yeonjun por tan denigrante apelativo, y si ya de por sí estabas molesta, la furia en tu interior se incrementó aún más.

Sin perder más tiempo Heeseung desenfundó su arma e imitó la acción de Yeonjun, solo que en lugar de apuntar en tu dirección, recargó la punta de la pistola contra la cabeza del otro chico. Seguidamente, Yeong también sacó su arma y apuntó a Yeonjun.

— Y de pronto soy quien tiene todas las de perder, vaya mierda — gruñe frustrado, para luego dejar caer el arma sobre la mesa, retroceder y levantarse de su asiento. Está dispuesto a marcharse, no sin antes acotar algo más.

— En esta noche el clan Frost corta sus lazos con Honsool y Chaconne. Den por hecho, que han sumado un enemigo más a su lista — declara y sin más se retira. Aunque, luego de unos segundos se regresa.

— Oye reinita, yo que tú dejaría de fiarme de este sujeto, a diferencia de mí él si sabe cómo disimular su repudio hacia tu persona, solo será cuestión de tiempo para que haga que alguien vaya por tu cabeza — luego de soltar tan peculiar advertencia finalmente abandona el lugar, en el proceso dejando una palpable tensión entre Heeseung y tú.

[Continuará, próximamente en Wattpad]

[yeonzzzn]

hehehe bec my love I have a very important request 😌

may I so kindly request a yandere yeonjun fic where he realizes that another member has a crush on his s/o, so he decides to show them just who you belong to and fucks you in the living room so when the said member walks in he sees. you can quite literally go as insane as you'd like I won't mind ��

(im sure you know who this is but much love and have fun *muwh*)

yandere yeonjunnnnnnn😮‍💨 big brain idea. yeonjun is so yandere coded. (I see you my love don’t worry *muwh*)

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that girl is mine: choi yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x afab!reader word count: 1.8k

Yeonjun wasted no time bending you over the back of the couch, hissing out a warning to not move as he slid your shorts and panties down to your ankles. 

You grip the couch cushions, biting at your lips to keep quiet. You kept running through your head on what flipped a switch within your boyfriend to behave like this, usually, he’s so sweet and caring even during sex, but right now? His eyes filled with lust and his movements filled with desperation. 

And desperate Yeonjun was. 

He’s had his suspicions for a while now that Soobin had a small crush on you. The moment Yeonjun picked up on it he was pissed. Pissed like a dog who was fixing to get bone taken from him and ready to bite and bark at anyone who looked at it for too long. 

You were his bone. He was so possessive and obsessed with you that it actually drove him crazy. Wanting to fight anyone who looked at you or even in your general direction. 

Yeonjun did nothing about it at first when he caught on to Soobin’s little crush. Trying to not make a scene or act out in any way that could cause problems within the group. That’s the last thing Yeonjun wanted. 

But earlier today his suspicions were true and real. Yeonjun wasn’t crazy like he thought he may have been. 

He caught Soobin checking your ass out as you bent down to the floor to pick up the plastic cup you dropped from the cabinet. Yeonjun knew Soobin purposely didn’t help you grab it from the top shelf, watching as he took a step back to stare at your ass as you reached on your tiptoes for the cup. Then followed your ass to the tile floor as you bent down to pick it up. 

What made it worse was the laugh and teasing Soobin did after you picked up the cup and was now standing normally and facing him. 

The way Soobin fucked you with his eye burned a rage into Yeonjun that he didn’t know was possible. 

It burned so bad that Yeonjun waited until Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai left the dorm to go shopping, waited for Soobin to sit in front of his computer to play Overwatch, and waited until those headphones slid onto his head. 

Soobin usually plays games with his door closed, but Yeonjun is sneaky. Tiptoeing carefully down the hall to crack open his bedroom door and quickly making his way to his bedroom, pulling you off his bed and into the living room. 

You were in a deep nap when Yeonjun woke you from your sleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his hand slid down your panties and rubbed your heat until you were squirming and soaked. That’s when he pulled you from his bed and into the living room. 

You tried to protest as his lips connected to yours and his hands felt every inch of your body. “Junnie,” you said in between his aggressive kisses, “Soobin is still home.” 

And that’s how you ended up bent over the couch, Yeonjun hissing his warnings, “Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to. And keep his name out of your mouth.” 

You’ve seen your boyfriend jealous before, but never like this. Or at least to your knowledge. 

Yeonjun was a hard yandere, he knew it too. And always made it a point to keep it hidden from you, not wanting you to see his crazy side. But right now? He didn’t care. He had a point to make. 

But you kept quiet and unmoving, listening as Yeonjun’s jeans touched and scraped across the floor and away from him, his hands lifting your legs one by one to remove your panties and shorts from your ankles. 

His cold hands touched your ass ad he got down on his knees, spreading your cheeks apart, loving the lewd sounds your cunt made as the lips moved apart, seeing how dripping your cunt was. Yeonjun licked his lips before moving in, “Such a pretty pussy, all for me. All MINE.” 

You gasped at the feeling of his tongue flatting against your hole, gripping the couch cushions even tighter and holding back each moan you wanted to let out, not wanting Soobin to hear them. 

But that was Yeonjun’s plan. He wanted Soobin to hear. Want to get you moaning so loud Soobin would be able to hear it over his headset. 

He couldn’t tell you this though, you’d be against the whole plan and then pull him into his bedroom to fuck you. But no, oh no, he couldn’t have that. Yeonjun’s plan was just starting. 

He chuckled into your pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your entire body, “Junnieeee,” you softly moan. 

“Louder baby,” he said into your cunt, “Moan my name louder.” 

You couldn’t wrap your head around what had gotten into him, but let his name roll from your lips a bit louder than before. 

Yeonjun wasn’t satisfied though. He locked his tongue to your clit, sliding three fingers into your cunt. Knowing this would get you moaning louder. 

He flicked your clit with each stroke of his fingers moving in and out of you, your breathing became more uneven as you pant from the friction. Gasping out for the air to return back into your lungs that he was making escape. 

Even though Yeonjun wanted to prove who you belonged to, he couldn’t do it without making sure you were also being pleasured, your happiness came above everything else. It just so happened he was knocking two birds out with one stone. 

But you still weren’t moaning loud enough for him, your voice only going an octave higher each time he told you to go louder. 

Yeonjun released his lips from your cunt, standing back up to his feet and gripping your leg, and bending it over the top of the couch, making you completely spread out before him. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasing you by sliding only the tip in and back out. Wanting to hear you beg for him. Wanting to hear your pretty voice say specific words as a way to reassure him. 

“Junnieee,” you pleaded, tilted your head back to look at him, “Please fuck me, wanna feel you.” 

Those were the exact words he needed to hear. What he wanted to hear. To hear his name. Not Soobin’s or any other males. But his and only his. 

You yelp out at the feeling of him pushing into you in such a fast motion, bottoming out as his tip kissed your cervix, “This pussy was made for me,” he groans, sliding all the way back out, then aggressively pushing back in, “For me and only me.” 

You bit your lips again, forcing on the grip your hands had on the couch to keep from moaning too loud. But your hard will was failing. You couldn’t keep that strength up, not when Yeonjun was pistoning his hips so hard and fast against your body, his hand on your thigh gripping as if his life depended on it. That the plush of your skin was the only way to save him. 

But Yeonjun was growing patient, he needed Soobin to hear you. Needed to hear how good he was fucking you. Needed Soobin to understand that you didn’t belong to him. 

Yeonjun gripped a handful of your hair, yanking and pulling you up against his chest, “Scream my name.” 

You didn’t get the chance to even part your lips before his hand was now clenching your jaw, his fingers prying open your mouth, “I said scream my name.”

So you did, moaning out his name in a chanting form in sync with his thrusts. 

Yeonjun’s eyes darted down the hallway, barely being able to see Soobin still at his desk. 

He gritted his teeth, mouth going to your ear, “Scream for Soobin.” 

Your eyes widened, heart nearly stopping, “W-what?” 

“You heard me,” he hisses, “Call for him. Now.” 

Yeonjun’s hand connected to your ass with a slap, you hissed and moaned out in pleasure from it, screaming out his name instead. 

“No, baby,” he whispers in your ear, biting the shell, “Call for Soobin, or else I won't let you cum.” 

You wanted to be bratty, but knew it would get you anywhere. Yeonjun thrust harder into you, holding his hips against your ass, his tip threatening to break the barrier of your cervix. 

So you called out for Soobin. Moaned out his name like your boyfriend asked you to. 

Yeonjun looked back at the door to Soobin’s room, watching as he lifted his hand to the left side of his headset, pushing the muff off his ear. Yeonjun smiled, he heard his name being called. 

“Again,” he breathes into your ear, “Do it again.” 

But this time, knowing Soobin would come rushing out, Yeonjun fucked into you like he would when no one else was around. Feeling the satisfaction once Soobin’s name left your lips for the final time. 

Yeonjun was getting lost in your pussy now, knowing his plan was coming to an end. 

He lifted his eyes from your back and to the hall, a smirk playing on his face seeing his leader standing there staring with wide eyes. 

“Finally,” Yeonjun chuckles, “About fucking time you showed up.” 

You lift your head to see Soobin standing at the entrance of the living room. Your heart feels like it actually stopped. 

“See this?” Yeonjun hissed in anger, pulling you up by your neck and close to his chest as he fucked into you even faster, “She’s mine. All mine. If I catch you looking at her like that again, it’s over for you.” 

Then it finally clicked in your head what Yeonjun was doing. You also knew Soobin had a small crush. But never addressed it to anyone. It was a small crush, it was harmless. Soobin respected you and your relationship with Yeonjun. He always had and always would no matter the feelings he felt towards you. 

Yeonjun knew deep down that it was harmless. That Soobin probably hated himself for even catching feelings for you when you didn’t belong to him. But that didn’t stop this from happening. Yeonjun needed to make it clear you were his. 

“That girl is mine,” Yeonjun hissed the final words, feeling relief that Soobin understood. 

He turned around quickly cursing under his breath, “I already knew she was yours you fucking dumbass.” Then the sound of his bedroom door slamming echoed throughout the whole dorm. 

Yeonjun bent you back over the top of the couch, his chest still connecting to your back as he pounded into you. But not with aggression like before. It was not filled with love and passion, he was finally back to the Yeonjun you knew of him. Or well, the sweet non yandere side of him. 

“You’re mine, understand? No one else can have you.”

[hyewka]

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⤷ ꒰ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 ꒱

fetish! ft beomgyu ๑ 4.9k

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you didn’t know taking the virginity of the cruel rich asshole could feel so empowering. (ft. beomgyu)

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fwb yeonjun’s jealous

giving yeonjun head

yeonjun choker thoughts

sitting on yeonjuns face

( ✰ ) (sort of) fucking annoying neighbour yeonjun (community labelled)

perv bestfriend yeonjun thought (community labelled)

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priorities, you perv ๑ 2.6k

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( 🌟 ) please, noona ๑ 4.9k (community labelled)

messing with your brother’s best friend who just can’t keep his eyes off your tits.

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yandere sub soobin

bunny hybrid soobin

sub ceo soobin

church boy soobin thought

( ✰ ) barely giving fwb soobin head (community labelled)

perv!soobin thought

bunny!soobin x fox!reader (community labelled)

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what a loser! ๑ 2.7k

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( ✰ ) while i fuck you straight ๑ 5.1k (CL)

in which you let your best friend fuck you into oblivion in the name of forgetting about your ex.

( 🌟 ) love me ๑ 1.8k

in which your best friend so graciously offers to satisfy your very stale sex life.

( 🌟 ) ( ✰ ) boyfriend ๑ 4.3k

choi beomgyu is a name that means different things to different people. to you, he's the pest that you can't quite get rid of. he's always around to bother you, embarrass you, all of the above. unfortunately his hatred for you ends up ruining your chances with his best friend, choi soobin. and now all the years of effort you've spent tolerating him dissipates; you've had enough of his bitchy attitude.

— unedited drabbles/thoughts:

stepbro!beomgyu

ceo!beomgyu

beomgyu fucking you on the floor

sub!gyu and aphrodisiacs

switch bear gyu

sub!gyu sitting on your lap

choking sub!gyu

puppy hybrid beomgyu

trainee!beomgyu x idol!reader

hickeys w/ sub beomgyu (community labelled)

jerking off sub!beomgyu in a skirt

sub!beomgyu fucking you bcs hes jealous

sub!beomgyu eating you out while you game

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( ✰ ) yandere bestfriend!beomgyu thought

( ⚠️ ) sub!puppy hybrid thought

⤷ ꒰ 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 ꒱

. . . (empty)

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(🌟) sub!tyun, noona!reader

dom!tyun thoughts

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. . . (empty)

— unedited drabbles/thoughts:

pocket pussy + best friend kai

sub!kai in a tent

perv!hyuka thought (community labelled)

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fetish! - cyj, cbg ๑ 4.9k

when a late night conversation with soju and beer transforms into the calling out of choi beomgyus historical pattern of hook up bluffs the attention eventually shifts to you and your sex endeavors.

— unedited drabbles/thoughts:

yandere!txt

riding tyun’s abs + face sitting with hyuka

favorite places txt likes to suck hickeys

unconventional sex (community labelled)

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