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last-words-ofashootingstar · 7 months

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Closed Doors

❥ Yandere Choi Soobin x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

➯a/n: SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH WRRRRAAAA 👻🎃 mwahaha i came back strong with this one 🫣

✃ "Watch close, don't even blink."

✫彡wordcount: 4.1k

(>ᴗ•) ♡'･ᴗ･'♡ genre: smut w (a little) plot, yandere

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not edited, stalking, drinking culture, dom joong x sub soobin x switch reader, noona/hyung kink, tipsy sex, threesum, pet names, fingering, DIIIIRTY talk, cunnilingus, corruption kink, edging, squirting, handjob, m x m, deep throating, throat bulge, snow balling, unprotected (booooooo), one slap, light degradation

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

Kim Hongjoong is everything Soobin wants to be. A strong leader. A respected producer. An ambassador. Someone to be looked up to and praised.

And you, Hongjoongs girlfriend of nearly three years, is all he wants. A loyal partner. An understanding person. A kind soul that clings to his.

He knows anything and everything there is to know about you and Hongjoong. He watches all of Hongjoongs content, he stalks you as you run errands. He knows the scent of perfume Hongjoong buys every other month and he has a caddy full of your favorite soaps. He knows how you only hold hands in the dark to avoid the paparazzi and he knows all of the sweet nicknames you call each other.

He knows how bad this could be for him should it ever get out that he's obsessed with his senior and his girlfriend. He knows first hand how badly it feels to be violated of your privacy. But he can't bring himself to stop. He can't help but bask in your existences. He needs to know more.

He needs to know the brand of condoms Hongjoong uses, if you take brith control. Does Hongjoong always take the lead like in those heated kisses he's caught glimpses of backstage, or do you like to have power in the bedroom? He needs to know if Hongjoong looks as beautiful covered in sweat in bed as he does on stage, he needs to know if your hair frames your face just as gracefully when your head is thrown back in pleasure.

Just being a bystander isn't enough for Soobin anymore.

He needs to know what goes on behind closed doors.

彡★

The house is eerily desolate, perched atop a hill in the middle of a field. Nothing but trees and flowers and mother nature on her lonesome to witness what goes on in the lot. It was gothic in its architecture, pale in its color palette.

Despite the houses deathly aura, life rages in inside of it. Shadows of people dancing by the windows, muffled music leaking from the walls, a shout or yell every so often from a drunken party goer.

You're clearly buzzed, Soobin can tell. You're stumbling around and gripping to the wall every so often as you move your body to the beat of the music. Hongjoong isn't around you, so he takes the opportunity to approach you. Though he gets nervous around you, his heart stops in his chest everytime his senior so much as addresses him directly.

"Binnie boy!" You cheer with a wide smile, discarding your red solo cup on the antique table behind you in favor of wrapping your arms around his slim torso. "I didn't think you made it!"

So you're an affectionate drunk. Lucky him-

His heart is beating wildly, he's never been more thankful for loud music. He can barely breathe, his arms tingling as he wraps them around your shoulders. God, you feel so warm. "H-hey, Noona. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yeah! It's been forever since I went to a party," your hand lingers on his chest as you back away and grab your cup again, lighting his skin ablaze through the thin fabric of his costume.

After you take a swig, you offer it up to him. When he goes to shake his head, already blushing and feeling drunk on your proximity, you roll your eyes playfully and stand up on your tip toes, holding the lipstick-stained cup to his lip. "It's rude to refuse a drink," you tease, nearly cooing as he opens his lips and drinks immediately. "Good right? I think Gaeul made it."

He's not registering any of the words that are coming past your lips. His brain is going a million miles an hour as he feels the lipstick that's transferred to his lips. Sure, he has alot of the products you use but never from your own personal collection. Never from your own lips, even if it came off a secondary source. This is almost as good as when he found one of Hongjoongs sweaters at a thrift shop after watching him drop off a bag of donations.

"I found it!" Hongjoongs voice brings him back to his own body, and he's immediately frozen again as he feels the fur he knows he's wearing wrap around his shoulder. He has to be dreaming. Is he dreaming?

Hongjoong is right by his side, hip to hip with his arm stretched up and around his shoulders. "Is she teasin' you? She likes to tease when she's drunk," he chuckles, looking up and watching the younger mans face flush deeper as he stutters.

"I'm noooooot," you draw out dramatically, slipping your hand into his open fur coat and under his top. "I'm just being friendly- right, Binnie?"

He's nearly gasping for air as he watches the two of you. What in the world is going on?

"You found one?"

"Mhm," Hongjoong moves away from Soobin and drags you to the stair case, and he watches in confusion as you both stop on the second stair, your conversation hidden by the loud music and the shadows.

A few moments later, you're coming back to Soobin and grabbing his hand, "c'mon."

He can only follow the warm grip you have on his hand, blinded by how good it feels to have your skin touching his that he doesn't even notice as you lead him up the stairs to the bedrooms with Hongjoong hot on your tails.

"Wh-" The words die on his tongue as you let go of his hand and dive into the tall, elegant bed. "Non-" There they go again as he turns as sees Hongjoong latching the door locked.

You look like the angel you're dressed as as you lay down on your back, your head propped up by the pillows and your legs spread so invitingly.

"Isn't my Angel so gorgeous?" Hongjoong asks as he joins him at the foot of the bed, a smirk painting his face as he watches his ears flush pink. "Don't you just want to..." he trails off, watching in the corner of his vision as you pull the white dress above your hips teasingly slow, "fuck her dumb?"

"Hyung!"

Your giggles fill the room, and Hongjoongs follow, leaving Soobin stunned more than ever; a deer in the headlights. "Oh, c'mon Binnie," you moan as you slip your hand into your underwear, "we aren't blind."

"We see how you watch us," he finishes your thought, shrugging off his coat.

"Mhm," you nod in agreement, watching his bulge grow with his blush. "If you don't want to join us, close the door on your way out- ah!" Your laughter fills the room as Hongjoong jumps into the bed, kissing and licking at your neck.

His eyes flick between the two of you and the locked door. His mind is already made up but he doesn't want to seem too eager. He thought he was sneaky enough. How much do you both know?

"You're so wet just from teasing him," Hongjoong purrs as he slips his fingers into your bare heat, your skimpy panties discarded at the edge of the large bed.

He almost immediately starts pumping his fingers into your wetness, purposefully slapping his palm against your clit to create more lewd sounds. Soobins head is spinning. His eyesight is blurring, but at the same time he can see your face twisting in pleasure so clearly. He's crawling into the bed instinctively to get a closer look, his brain can't comprehend the amount of hormones that are flooding him. From your feet, he can see the wetness on Hongjoongs fingers as he pulls them out briefly before they dive back into you.

"Staying?" Hongjoong grins as he looks over his shoulder, slowing his fingers to give him a good showing of your wetness. He only nods in response, eyes never leaving your puffy clit and sopping hole.

"Ngh-" He moans as Hongjoongs free hand grips the back of his neck, forcing him face to face with your core. The sound of his fingers pressing against your walls paired with the scent of your arousal nearly makes him come undone the second the tip of his nose grazes your clit.

Your hand comes down and pets his head almost innocently, and he looks up your heaving torso to see you as you speak vulgarly, "have you ever eaten a pussy before, Binnie?"

He shakes his head, the tip of his nose still forced against your clit by Hongjoongs grip.

"She'll get you addicted," Hongjoong moans lowly at the thought of his own tongue on you, he can taste the memories, "she's fucking delicious."

He lays on his stomach between your legs, next to Hongjoong whos straddling your thigh. "H-how?" He forces his voice out, his hot breath fanning you.

"Show him how, Baby," you prop yourself up on your elbow and wiggle your hips, smirking at the two of them. "Show him how to eat pussy like a real man."

Hongjoongs slips his fingers out of you and sucks them clean as he positions himself next to Soobin, rubbing down his back sensually. "Watch close, even blink."

"Oka-" He's left speechless once again as his tongue darts out and laps up and down the length of your heat, pointing and circling your clit before diving into you and all over again. He listens to his Hyung, though he doesn't know if it's even intentional. He wouldn't blink if his eyes were dryer than the Sahara.

His skilled tongue skims and rubs and fucks all of the right places, not a single part of you left untouched as he moans into you. "Oh, fuck, Joongie," you squeal, thighs trembling briefly before they lift of the bed and press into them.

He pulls away and pushes the thigh that's pressing into him back down, nodding at Soobin to do the same. His slender fingers dig into your skin softly as he copies him, pressing your leg back into the soft sheets.

"No," you whine, "so close!"

"C'mon Princess don't be selfish, let our guest have a taste before you squirt all over us, hm?"

"Squirt- squirt? You squirt Noona?" He pants breathlessly. He doesn't know how he's going to survive.

You chuckle softly, head tossed back as you rub your wetness on his chin, getting oh so close to his lips. "Make me cum and you'll find out, Binnie. Go on, do what Joongie showed you."

He sticks his tongue out tentatively and flicks it across your clit. The high moan you let out. The taste of you. Hongjoongs burning gaze on him. It's so. Fucking. Good.

He copies all of Hongjoongs movements, it's not hard to. The image of his tongue working against your wet skin is burned into his memory and he will never let it go. He whines into your cunt, pressing his face closer as he savors your juices, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips grind against the bed on their own. His mind is gone from his body, his entire being washed in pure pleasure. He's so far gone that he doesn't register that your both turning on your sides, your legs sandwiching his face as you moan and groan.

He feels Hongjoongs hands unbuttoning his pants, and he lets him. No way in any universe is he doing anything that will stop this moment. His length is engulfed in his warm hand, and the vibration of his moan is enough to send you over the edge, flooding his face and neck in your release and clenching your legs around his head tightly. The curses that fall off your trembling lips go unheard by the eager young man, who could nearly be drowning in the amount of fluids that you're washing him in, in the pleasure that Hongjoongs hand is giving him.

"Fuck, Binnie! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Son of a bitch- holy shit!" Hongjoong laughs, finally pulling his wet face away from you. His eye flutter open, his pupils blown way out of proportion. He pants, bucking his hips into Hongjoongs stilled hand.

"Ngh, Hyung," he whimpers, melting as he resumes stroking his length, "you were right, she's so delicious!" He licks his swollen lips, sliding onto his back and watching his slender hand pump up and down, blissfully unaware as you slip out from behind him and remove your clothes. "Oh my god," his eyes roll back into his head, and just before the pressure inside of him can snap, the warmth of his hand is gone. "No, no! Hyung!" His cock twitches in the air, hips bucking wildly.

"Shhhh," he shushes him softly, holding his hips down to the bed, kissing his jaw lightly, "don't you want to let it out inside your Noona? There's nothing else like it, Binnie."

You join them once again, on the opposite side of Hongjoong, naked body curled up to Soobins side. "All warm and wet, nice and inviting."

A whiny moan chokes him, jaw dropped as he nips his ear lobe, your fingertip swirling around his nipple. "F-fuck, please."

"Not yet," you whisper, "you'll cum the second you feel my hot pussy. Calm down a bit."

Both of your warmth is gone, and he opens his eyes. They widen at the scene infront of him.

Your naked body, all out in the open as your face is in Hongjoongs lap, ass in the air. His thick, veiny member resting on your flushed cheek as you fondle his balls.

"Is it everything you dreamed of, Soobin?" He grins as you take his cock down your throat, years of practice having paid of. "Isn't my girl the fucking best? Look at that," he coos as he points Soobins gaze to your throat, an the outline of him pressing out of your skin, "see how she takes it? Mmm fuck. If your lucky, maybe one day she can take that long, pretty cock of yours."

You moan around him, peering over at Soobin. He slides closer immediately and leans into your neck, taking in a deep breath of the smell of sex that comes from you. "Fuck," he groans, cock aching for attention. But Hongjoong is right, he wants to save it for you. He wants to know what Hongjoong gets to feel everytime you fuck. "Everything and more." He kisses your neck, and the feeling of his lips through your throat makes Hongjoong feral.

He grips the back of your head, thrusting deep into your throat with a short and fast pace. The sound of your throat contracting around his cock fills the room, even over the muffled music. Your spit flies out of your stretched lips, soaking his smooth pelvis. "Do that again," he growls quietly, free hand pressing Soobins face into your neck.

And he does, he licks and sucks at your neck, like he's trying to suck Hongjoongs cock just as much as you are. "Mhmp!" Your arousal drips down your legs, your hole clenches around nothingness as you steady yourself on his thighs.

The amount of attention you've been receiving tonight already has you back on the edge, teetering as your boyfriend chokes you on his cock and his handsome junior sucks hickeys in your skin. Your head is fuzzy with oxygen deprivation and arousal.

You can feel his body tightening beneath you, and you get ready to swallow his release when he tugs your hair roughly. "Don't swallow, Angel," and with that, he pulls your mouth back to envelop just his tip and floods your mouth with his sweet seed, head tossed back and a bead of sweat dripping down his chin, chest heaving as he moans, "let him have a taste."

He tenderly helps you up, positioning your face above his and smirking as he opens his mouth wide. The mix of saliva and cum leaks into his awaiting mouth, and a string of moans from all of you builds your arousal to an all time high. He gulps it down greedily and watches you intently as you move to straddle his hips.

You lick your lips clean, taking a peek at Hongjoong. He gives you a nod and grips the base of Soobins cock, holding it upright as you sink down on it. "Oh- oh shit," he bites his lip, eyes flicking from your blissful face to your sopping hole as you slowly descend to Hongjoongs member twitching back to life.

"Don't you dare cum, ladies first," Hongjoong fixes Soobins hair back and rubs his thumb on his lips.

"Al-alright- fuck! Oh fuck!" He whines loudly as you begin riding him mercilessly, clenching his gut as his brain begs for the flood of dopamine that it knows will come with filling your cunt in the most primal way. "Fuck, please! Noona! Noona!" He screams, hips bucking wildly and making his cock reach depths inside of you that haven't been touched by another person since you met Hongjoong. He doesn't stretch you as good as he does, but God does the slight pain as he rearranges your guts feel heavenly.

"How does it feel?" Hongjoong inquired, slipping his hand around your hips and circling his finger tips around your swollen clit.

"So good!"

"S'good!"

Both of you chime together, bodies bouncing on the soft mattress. "Oh, Joongie! You were right," you draw out in a moan, "he's so- ah! So big!"

"Ride him, Princess, ride that big cock," he smirks at him over your shoulder before diving in and sucking darker hickeys over the ones Soobin left. It's definitely a show of dominance, telling him not to get too comfortable in his girlfriends cunt. But he does. Not. Care.

He'll find an in eventually, for now he's content to hold onto your hips as you ride him like a mad woman.

"Noona," he whines highly, rutting into you desperately, "please let me!"

"Let you?" You question dizzily, rocking your hips into Hongjoongs fingers as they continue their assault on your clit.

"L- ah! Fuck, I'm sorry, Noona, I can't help myself anymore!" He thrashes, locking his arms around you and flipping you around. He cages you underneath him and slams back into you, banging his hips onto yours and burying his face in your chest as he clings to you.

Hongjoong crawls up to your face, cradling it gently as Soobins rough thrust toss you around. "You gonna let him cum in your pussy? That's my pussy, you know that?" He slaps your cheek softly, a large grin on his face. "Dirty Angel, you're enjoying having this freak in your cunt," he kisses you deeply and moans, pulling back and gripping Soobins hair roughly.

"Listen to me," he sneers, "you can fuck us silly all you like, you little horn-dog. But this is my girl. And I'm her man. Got that?"

"Y-yes, Hyung!"

"Good," he pushes his head away and goes back to you, fondling your breasts as he licks your ear, whispering something that Soobin can't hear over the pounding of his hips on yours, especially not combined with the music growing louder in his overstimulated mind.

Your moans are growing louder and louder, more frequent as he plunges into you rapidly. "O-oh shit..." You screw your eyes shut and bite your lip, and from his place looking down on you, Soobin wishes he had photographic memory. It's everything he ever made it up to be and more, and more, and more...

A broken moan rips out of your throat as you clench on him like a vice, squirting with each of his thrust as he ravages you. And that's all he needs to let loose, an orgasm like no other washing over him and soaking your insides, shutting his brain off as it floods with unimaginable pleasure.

He collapses into you, clinging to you for dear life as his hips continue driving into you with a mid of their own.

"Feels fucking amazing, huh?" Hongjoong chuckles, rubbing your heads simultaneously as he pries Soobin off of you. He straddles him carefully and slips his hands under his top. "Hope you've got some more energy for me, pretty boy."

彡★

He stands as silent as a mouse and grabs his phone, eyes raking the two of you darkly as he searches for the perfect angle to capture you in your fullest beauty.

Hongjoongs arm is draped over your naked chest like he subconsciously knows to protect your modesty from what's about to come, his ring catching the dim moonlight as he cups the side of your breast.

He snaps a picture of your torsos and arms all mingled together, thankful that the lamp was left on so that he didn't have to risk the flash waking you. He knows you're a light sleeper.

With a lick of his lips, he zooms in on his always noticeable bulge. It strains against his boxers even as he's flaccid and snuggles against your hip innocently.

He doesn't know when it got to this point. He doesn't care, frankly. He just wants in, he wants in- he wants in now. He wants to sleep in that cozy nest of a bed that he knows you make up every morning after cuddling your boyfriend all night. Seonghwa once told him about it and how you had to strip the bed of all your pillows and blankets and plushies so that Hongjoongs vlogs didn't share something that you felt so intimate about, he hasn't got to see it yet but he wants it so badly. He wants to spoil you with plushies to add. He wants to fuck you until you squirt on it all freshly made just to mark it with your scent and drive in the fact that he makes you cum like a lover.

His soft panting fills the quiet air as he snaps a photo of the way your finger tips are pressed into the elastic band on Hongjoongs boxers.

He doesn't care that it's crazy. He just wants to be apart of you, and every little thing only adds to it.

He leans one knee on the edge of the bed and snaps a close up of your bruised hips, the forming colors, to remind him of how well it felt to hold them as they boucned.

He turns the focus to your face. You're the one he has the least photos of despite the fact that you're the one he's most obsessed in love with. You look so peaceful in your sleep, lips parted as you breath softly, a small smile twitching at the edges that he immediately snaps a photo of. You must be dreaming of him.

He. Doesn't. Care.

He snaps photo after photo after photo after photo after photo of you. His girl. The lines on your soft, exposed stomach. Your fluffy sock clad feet. Your slightly swollen lips with his thumb carefully placed between them. The way you suck on it subconsciously. Your hair, the baby hairs that fall from the sloppy way you put it up. Every single freckle and mole and embellishment on your skin. Your thighs. Oh good God your thighs, he could die a happy man between them. The way goosebumps raise on your skin as he trails his fingers tips all over you. Your neck which still has his marks no matter how hard Hongjoong tried to cover them. Picture after picture after picture after picture until his camera betrays him and tells him he has only a little storage left to document your adorable, unconscious state.

Soobin

Does

Not

Care

He backs up and gets every single piece of you both in frame for one last photo. Of the way the two of you meld together. His precious, stupid lovers.

He will be apart of you. And this is only the beginning.

He got a glimpse of what goes on behind closed doors.

Now you'll never get rid of him.

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minho-hoho · 1 year

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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

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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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wildernessuntothemselves · 1 year

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You Are My Queen Now | Final Part

Word Count: 15.4k

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Summary: Growing up as a child of a minor lord, you had it instilled in you since a young age that you needed to find yourself a rich and affluent husband that would not only provide a comfortable life for you, but would also help further your family’s position in the court. So it was of the utmost importance that you remain a virgin in order to land such a coveted husband.

The problem lies when the man you secretly love, Prince Beomgyu, suddenly and unabashedly propositions you.

Warnings: somnophilia, dry humping, thigh riding, cunnilingus, mentions of domestic abuse, physical fight, handjob, boobjob, gyu being pussy whipped, slutshaming, gore, major character death, and some other warnings i can't give without spoiling the ending but just know it's a very dark fic

“Beomgyu, what are you doing? Get down from there!” You shout, noticing Beomgyu scaling one of the nearby walls of the garden.

“I’ll be right down” He yells back to you over his shoulder.

“You’re not a boy anymore. You could fall down and hurt yourself.”

“I won’t.” He protests stubbornly, his words faltering as he almost loses his footing on the wall, making you gasp, your heart plummeting down the same way you imagined he would have.

“Beomgyu, don’t stress me out like this. It’s bad for the baby.” You wail, your pregnant state lending a nice vulnerable effect to your pleading words. It works very well because in the next moment Beomgyu gives in and starts climbing back down the wall. He walks towards you with shoulders slumped and a dejected frown on his face

“What has gotten into you?” You ask him and he shrugs. “I wanted to get you a sunflower.”

You furrow your eyebrows at the silly reason behind his dangerous action, an unwanted memory of pearl necklaces and bloody bandages springing forth into your mind. You shake your head to dispel the intrusive thoughts. “You could’ve had one of the gardeners get one.”

“But that’s not the same.” He whines, plopping down to the floor next to you. “I wanted to get you one, you know, like old times. But all I got are these stupid flowers.” He throws said flowers at your feet, sulking.

You roll your eyes at his little tantrum. “Beomgyu, you shower me in gifts every day.”

“I know but it doesn’t mean much anymore. I want to give you something meaningful to cheer you up.” He sighs, getting closer to you and cupping your face between his hands. You refrain from pulling back at his words that remind you why you’re in such a sour mood. “I hate seeing you so sad.”

Lately, there have been a lot of unflattering rumors swirling around about you following your wedding and especially after your pregnancy has been announced. People have been calling you all kinds of nasty things–a homewrecker, a cheater, disloyal, unworthy… and of course, a whore.

Among Taehyun’s supporters, you’re seen as an adulterer who betrayed her husband and spread her legs for the king in order to win the crown. They theorize that you’ve been prostituted since a young age by your own father (a claim you have no doubt has been pushed primarily by Heejin’s family) and planted at the palace to seduce to the younger prince before jumping to Taehyun when the king refused to let Beomgyu marry you, then jumping back to Beomgyu when his father was out of the picture.

Even among those who support Beomgyu, you’re seen as a low-born noble who clawed her way up the ranks by seducing the king and having him get rid of his rightful wife. They believe you not fit to be his queen, that you’re below him because you’re not only not royal but that you don’t even bring him or the kingdom any political or monetary advantages. On the contrary, you only bring them war and death.

Neither side is kind to you. They both see you as the whore who bewitched the two men. How else could a woman of your standing get these two powerful men to fight over you to the death like this?

“I only wanted to do good.” You look down in pain. You didn’t expect Taehyun’s men and his people to hold any fondness for you but for even Beomgyu’s vassals and the common people to view you so disfavorably? It crushed you. "I tried to help them. Why are they doing this?"

“Do you want me to stop the project? Round up those who talk ill of you and punish them?” Beomgyu asks firmly, that fiery anger he gets when someone hurts you blazing in his eyes.

You shake your head. "No. Let them. They're not worth my time." It’s no use, punishing them won’t make it any better. They’ll just hate you more. Only Beomgyu loves you. You will be safe as long as you stay by his side. Only he can ever love you.

He sighs defeatedly. “I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.”

“Come, lie down on my lap.” You gesture to him and he obeys, laying his head on your thighs and facing your growing belly. He kisses it, grinning in that endearing way that makes his eyes crinkle and your heart leap in your chest. “I can’t wait to meet you, baby.”

You smile at his airy giggles and pick up one of the flowers he collected, snapping off most of the stem so you can nestle the rest between the strands of his hair. You then grab another flower and do the same until his hair is filled up with the colorful petals in a delicate crown upon his head.

“Stunning.” You awe, prodding his head up just a little bit to see your handiwork.

“Am I?” He arches one eyebrow, teasing.

“Very. But you could look even more stunning.” You ponder, taking off your necklaces and wrapping them around his neck one by one. “Now I know why you love dressing me up so much.” You half-tease, half-swoon at how breathtaking he looks with the mess of different flowers in his hair and your necklaces draped around his neck. He looks just like what you imagined those woodland nymphs you read about in your books would look like. “Remember when I used to put makeup on you when we were kids?”

He laughs heartily at the memory. “Of course, you always had fun at the beginning but then you’d get all pouty and annoyed and huff about me looking prettier than you.”

“Well, you were.” You cross your arms over your chest, huffing.

Beomgyu suddenly sits up and pulls you onto his lap, burying a hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and pressing your face inches from his. “And now? Still think I’m pretty?”

You bite your lip, suddenly feeling hot. “Well, yeah… But also sexy.”

He smiles, pleased, and pulls you into a sweet kiss.

But when he pulls back, face still so close to yours, you can easily see the bags under his eyes that droop heavily from fatigue. As far as you know, he’s winning the war, but that triumph necessitated an insurmountable amount of work and time spent in meetings and war councils that went on from the brink of dawn till late at night. He still made sure to put aside time to spend with you and the baby growing in your belly, but even that must be taxing on his already depleted energy.

You know you shouldn’t feel bad for him–he’s doing this to get rid of his one and only competition–but your heart can’t see your Beomgyu suffer and not ache along with him. You know if you tell him to go take a nap, he would refuse, insisting that spending time with you was more important than even his own health, so you go with the next best thing.

You lay him back on your lap, running your fingers through his silky hair while you murmur a slow love song to him, trying to lull him into a peaceful sleep right there in your arms.

“No, I don’t want to sleep.” He whines, catching onto what you’re doing. After all, you’ve been doing it for a few days now.

“Please, baby, for me?” You whisper softly, trying not to scare away the sleep from his pretty eyes. “I need a little nap.”

“Oh, well if you need it.” He yawns, giving in. wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your belly.

You smile at your tired lover fondly, leaning back against the tree behind you and closing your eyes before beginning to sing again, the both of you drifting into a peaceful, warm slumber under the soothing rays of the dazzling sun.

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You wake up with a liquid heat gathered in the pit of your stomach. Anyone else experiencing this strange sensation might've thought it unusual, but not you. You’re quite used to it by now.

You register Beomgyu’s wet tongue lapping at your pussy before you even open your eyes to confirm it. Beomgyu has been at this for weeks, starting the day with his face buried between your legs. He has been even more insatiable ever since he got you pregnant. He can’t even look at the little bump of your belly without getting heated up.

As for you, you've heard that pregnancy can decrease your libido and make you withdraw from sex but in your experience, it's been quite the opposite and Beomgyu was more than happy to satisfy your heightening needs. Even when you aren’t in the mood to have actual sex, Beomgyu would content himself with eating you out and jerking himself off like he's doing right now.

Basically he would wake you up with his face buried in your pussy and if you were in the mood, you would grab his hair and pull him up to get fucked and if you weren’t in the mood you'd just let him give you a nice little orgasm while he got himself off too–a little something to get the both of you through the day.

You feel Beomgyu’s hands leave your thighs and move up your body to push your delicate nightdress down to expose your breasts, moaning out as they come into his view. "They're getting bigger, huh?"

You blush under his lewd gaze. "Yeah."

"Push them together." He groans, jerking urgently at his cock.

Beomgyu has always liked your breasts, and now that they’ve been getting bigger, he’s become positively obsessed with them. Whenever you two are alone, things would always devolve into him latching onto them, kissing and sucking on the sensitive flesh until it’s all red and glistening with his saliva. Even when he is too busy to properly pay them attention to them because he has to do paperwork or the like, he would sit you on his lap and write with one hand while holding one of your breasts with the other, intermittently squeezing it like his own personal stress reliever as he reads over and signs the documents.

You obey his request, pushing your breasts together and flicking your fingers over your nipples, whining at him for neglecting your pussy for those few seconds. "Puppy."

Maybe you're more horny than you thought.

"Want me to take you, baby?" He bites his lip, noting the way your pussy gushes between your splayed legs.

You do, but you want to mess with him even more so you shake your head. "No. Want my king to hump the bed like the horny dog he is."

Beomgyu doesn’t shy away for a second, biting his lip at your filthy request. "I got you, my queen."

He leans down to catch your pussy with his mouth once again while simultaneously pushing a couple of fingers inside you. But it wasn’t his mouth or his fingers that truly drove you insane, it was the way he ground his hips against the mattress in pace with his pumps as if he was imagining it was his dick fucking you instead.

You love seeing him so needy for you, yet so obedient. He’ll take anything you give him even if that was just your attention as he got the both of you off.

And it doesn’t take him long to do that. He cums first, his moans half-muffled by your pussy before he pulls his head up to let you look at his face that is twisted in pleasure, just like he knows you like. His fingers keep pumping rapidly into you as his own hips stutter and he stares at you, slack-jawed and pleading.

“Cum for me, my queen.”

“Beomgyu, fuck!” You scream, grabbing him by the hair and pushing his head back down, grinding yourself against his pretty face as you orgasm.

Fuck, how have neither of you had your fill of each other yet? How are you just as needy now as the first night even as you lay boneless in your post-orgasmic bliss?

Beomgyu climbs up your body to press a soft kiss against your lips, giggling when you kiss him back dazedly. “I really tired you out, huh?”

“Just a little bit.” You answer lazily, leaning into his touch as he carasses your body. "You don’t have to leave the bed, you know? I can have the maids come and take care of everything, get you your food, your painting supplies… my mother says pregnant women need plenty of rest."

You roll your eyes. He’s been trying to stop you from making even the slightest bit of effort ever since the pregnancy was discovered. "I'm not that heavily pregnant yet. I can still move."

"I know. I just want you to be safe and comfortable. Both of you." He rubs your belly lovingly.

"We are, puppy." You really are. Beomgyu is going above and beyond to make you happy. He has put himself completely at your beck and call–along with everyone he rules and everything he owns. You want for nothing in your blissful little bubble that he has made for you.

Only, you wish that bubbles weren’t so fragile. No matter how much he and you try, you can never completely keep the bad thoughts and horrible dread at bay. He doesn’t tell you but you know he is closing in on Taehyun now. You hear it all around the palace, and you worry that you will receive news of his demise any day now.

That is why you sorely need any distraction you can get. You can’t stay in bed with your calamitous thoughts all day.

You shake your head at Beomgyu and smile. “Don’t worry about me. I just want to spend some time with my friends.”

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Friends–a word that has been foreign to you all your life, but somehow you’ve managed to gain a few friends this time around–made yourself a little group from among the ladies in waiting and others who frequented Beomgyu’s court.

You can’t say that you’re close to most of them, nor do you really talk about your private affairs but it's still nice to be around people who are there by their own volition rather than having been forced to accommodate you because the royals ordered them to.

Yes, you’re not close to them but that doesn’t mean you know nothing of their situations. Secrets aren’t a thing in the socially intricate and gossipy landscape of a royal palace, and everyone’s business gets passed around like a particularly sublime wine for all to enjoy. And now that you have your own circle of friends, you too get to be privy to those poorly-kept secrets. You learn that you weren’t misery’s sole companion, that everyone else is touched by it too.

Even the high-bred ladies suffer from their own misfortunes; Lady Minjun can't give her husband a child and he resents her for it, making his distaste clear by sleeping around and fathering numerous bastards from other women. Lady Namjoo’s husband prefers the company of men. Lady Hayoon’s in-laws aren’t fond of her and they make it their personal mission to sabotage her marriage to her husband who won’t even stand up for her in front of his family. And Lady Chaeyoung's husband hurts her behind closed doors.

Chaeyoung was the first of your so-called friends. After she had cheekily congratulated you for putting Heejin in her place, you two started speaking more and more and eventually became close–well, as close as the situation permits. She had a quiet demeanor which made her blend into the background when she was around other ladies, which is why you didn’t take much note of her before, but when you were alone, she demonstrated an impressive sharpness of wit and a penchant for bluntness that you’ve quickly grown to appreciate.

Out of all the ladies you’ve befriended, she was the one you’re most likely to actually consider a friend. Which is why you were all the more heartbroken when you noticed the suspicious marks on her skin.

She had at first dismissed your concerns, chalking the bruises up to her being clumsy and unintentionally hurting herself. But you’ve never known her to be particularly graceless and the shape of fingerprints on her skin was unmistakable. Eventually, after much insistence and prodding on your part, she told you the truth, confiding in you that when her husband loses his temper, he often times takes it out on her.

You were horrified to hear that. Her husband is a big brute and she’s such a frail little thing–how can he hurt her like this? You wanted to get Beomgyu involved immediately, knowing he’s the only person powerful enough to put a stop to this, but she adamantly refused, insisting that her husband didn’t mean it and that he promised her that he would stop. You didn’t believe him. That’s what they all say, only to turn around and hurt you again and again. Still she had begged you not to tell Beomgyu and you didn’t on the condition that if he does it one more time, you’d have no choice but to tell.

And here she is again, with the marks of his anger on her body.

“What is this?” You ask Chaeyoung, grabbing onto her arm where you can see a bluish bruise peeking out of her sleeve.

She yanks her arm back and tries to cover it. "It's nothing, my queen."

“It’s not nothing.” You scoff, keeping your voice low so that the other ladies won’t hear. "Is your husband hurting you again?"

"It’s my fault. I drove him to it. If I had just listened, he wouldn’t have needed to act that way." She hurries to defend him, and something about her response makes you both livid and profoundly sad.

“No! It’s not your fault. Don’t you dare say that again.” You hiss lowly, set off by her words. “He is the one to blame. He is the one who hurt you, and he has to answer for what he did.”

“No!” She panics, shaking her head vehemently. “Please, don’t! Just let it go, my queen. I’m fine.”

“He can’t keep getting away with this. I won’t let him. If you don’t want Beomgyu to know then I’ll confront him myself.” You get to your feet, your mind made up. You don’t listen to her cries and pleads. You can’t really hear them, too focused on the ringing between your ears and the unbidden tears springing to your eyes.

You march towards where you know he would be and demand to talk to him alone, all the while Chaeyoung keeps trying to get you to back down. You pull him out of whatever meeting he’s in, demanding to speak to him alone. He has to oblige you. You’re his queen after all, and so he follows you to an empty room where the three of you can be alone–well you three and the guards who stick to you closer than your own shadow.

“What is the matter, my queen?” Lord Myeong, her husband, asks with faux-politeness, looking between the two of you. He never was quite able to sell the fake respect the other lords and ladies have had to treat you with ever since you got married to Beomgyu, his disdain of you managing to shine through every time.

“The matter is that you dare to lay your savage hands on her. What kind of man lays a hand on his own wife?” You shout at him, your voice shrill with disgust.

Realization dawns on his face and he glares at Chaeyoung. “What happens between a man and his wife is only for them to know.” He tells you, a sharp edge to his voice, but he still tries to maintain his affected cordiality.

You, on the other hand, don’t bother with those stupid pretenses. “Not when your ugly handprints are all over her skin for everyone to see. What is the matter with you?”

“I was merely punishing her for acting out. I have the right to discipline my wife.”

“She is not a child or a misbehaving dog. She is your wife. How could you do this to the woman you vowed in front of the gods to love and protect?”

The man rolls his eyes and looks at you like you’re wasting his time with your silly womanly wiles, and it makes you almost burst from the anger building up inside you. “I am your queen and I demand that you never lay a single finger on her again.” You command forcefully but the man dismisses you as if you were nothing, always nothing.

“Should I now?” He asks cockily, eyeing you up and down. “Maybe if the king disciplined you once in a while, you’d learn your place.”

His words make you see red, and before you can control yourself you launch yourself at him, punching him right across his unpleasant face, hearing a crack as your fist connects with his nose.

"You fucking bitch!" He howls, touching his nose in shock, his teeth grinding together when his fingers come away bloody. “I’ll fucking get you for that–”

You tense up, preparing to fight as the huge man advances on you. What did you do? You can’t take him. He is too big and strong to fight off. Unless…

Your hand reaches for the dagger tucked away inside the skirt of your dress, prepared to do anything to protect yourself in your moment of madness. Thankfully, before he can reach you, the guards step in to shield you.

“Back away.” The head knight barks at lord Myeong, his deep voice booming around the room.

Lord Myeong stops in his tracks, vexed but not about to lose his life over this. “Of course, the whore hides behind the king’s men.” He spits out before turning his furious gaze towards Chaeyoung who was shaking in the corner. “Wait till we get home.”

He tries to grab her but you quickly order the guards to stop him. They do, shoving him away from the small woman. But when you order them to throw him out of the room, they refuse.

“I’m your queen. You obey when I order you to do something.” You hiss at them but they don’t budge.

“Fine. We’ll see what the king has to say about your disobedience.” You scoff and attempt to exit the room yourself but they stand in front of the door, blocking your way out. “We’ve already sent word out for the king. No one is going to leave this room before he gets here.”

“Some queen you are.” Myeong snorts and you go to attack him again in reflex, burning in humiliation, but the guards step in and hold you back this time.

“Let go of me.” You scream, fear and panic spiking inside you at the traumatic memories that being restrained brings back. You kick one of them in the shin, getting him to let you go before you punch the other one in the stomach, freeing yourself and moving away from them.

“Don’t you dare touch me again.” You heave out frantically.

“Crazy bitch.” You hear lord Myeong mutter under his breath, further igniting your rage but you don’t try to attack him again, focusing your energy on trying to get out of the room that suddenly feels all too suffocating.

“Let me out.” You try again but they refuse, on their guard for any further attacks from you.

“Let me fucking out!” You scream, growing more and more agitated with every passing second.

Thankfully, Beomgyu arrives at this moment, bursting through the doors and rushing towards you at the first glimpse of your panicked state. “What is going on? Why are you screaming? Are you okay?”

“These imbeciles don’t know how to carry orders from their queen.” You hiss in the direction of the guards, still disquieted but feeling better now that Beomgyu is right next to you. “They refused to let me leave. They even fucking restrained me.”

“Is that true?” Beomgyu turns on the guards and the head knight stutters out, no longer sounding so frightening when faced with the king’s wrath. “S-she was attacking lord Myeong, my king. We j-just thought you’d prefer to sort things out before we let her go.”

“Well, next time don’t think.” Beomgyu barks at them, “She’s your queen and you will obey her orders unless you want to be thrown in the cells.”

“Y-yes, my king.” He backs off, and bows to you. “I’m sorry, my queen.”

The rest of the guards echo his words, their apologies soothing your fire a little bit. But then Beomgyu turns to you and snuffs it out all together. “Now, what happened here?”

"Nothing, my king." Lord Myeong straightens out as he talks to his king–so different from how he addressed you.

Your scoff at his changing attitude catches Beomgyu’s attention and he turns back to you, seeking an answer, but you don’t say anything, too embarrassed by everything that happened to speak right now. Beomgyu gets the message, reading you easily just like he always does, and escorts you to a separate room so you can explain yourself freely, away from the others.

“Beomgyu—” You tear up, throwing your arms around his neck, needing him to comfort you after your fuck up. He wraps one arm around your waist while the other goes to brush away the stray tears that leave your eyes. “It’s okay, my love. Tell me what happened and I’ll fix it.”

He will. He always does. Every time you lash out at someone or do something stupid, he always has your back.

“He hurts her, Beomgyu. He beats her up. We can all see the ugly blue and green bruises on her skin.” Your lips quiver as you recount to him what happened, telling him how she asked you not to go to him and promised you that the beatings will stop, and how you flew into a rage when they didn’t.

“Oh, baby, my kind-hearted queen. You just wanted to help your friend, didn’t you?” He coos softly and you nod. “But you should’ve come to me, still. I would’ve helped her. Don’t I always help?”

“You do.” You admit quietly.

“Then why didn’t you come to me?” He asks and you feel an uncomfortable, queasy feeling budding at the pit of your stomach at that question. You don’t want to answer that. You don’t want to unfurl the seed and let it grow into the hideous monster it can be.

So you go with half of the truth. “I wanted to fix it on my own. No one takes me seriously, Beomgyu.”

He sighs. “And you think threatening to punch people–or in this case actually breaking their nose–is the way to get them to take you seriously?” He reprimands you and you try to draw back, feeling embarrassed, but he doesn’t let you go, using the arm he has around your wasit to hold onto you and pull you tighter against him. “My love, you need to let go of the savage ways he’s taught you.”

You press your lips into a thin line at that, your hackles raised. Taehyun isn’t savage. He taught you to defend yourself for the first time in your life, something that Beomgyu never did. He only shielded you from the abuse when he noticed it or when you told him. He never taught you how to protect yourself.

Beomgyu doesn’t like your silence. He never does. But thankfully, for now, he lets it go, sighing. "Stay here."

But you grab onto his arm before he can go, fretting. "Is Chaeyoung going to be okay?"

"I'll take care of it." He promises you, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss against your forehead before he leaves you to deal with the mess you created.

As you’re left alone to simmer in the aftermath of your most recent fuck up, you realize just how much you’ve strayed from Taehyun’s teachings. You almost were something, almost were your own person, but now you’re even worse than before. Weren’t you the woman who once stood up to the fearsome lord Taehyun and got him to listen to you? Now you’re hiding away as you let Beomgyu take care of problems you created while trying to reclaim that phantom power. You're back to being the stupid helpless little girl who needs Beomgyu to do everything for her. This is just what he wanted, isn’t it? Well, he succeeded.

You’re yanked out of your ruminations when you hear the door open. You look up to ask Beomgyu how it went, only to find Chaeyoung standing there.

“Oh, Chae–” You rush towards her but she puts her hand up to stop you and you halt. “What–”

“Why did you do that? I told you to let it go!” She fumes and you draw back in shock. “I was just trying to help–”

“No, you were trying to make yourself feel better about your own issues with the king.”

You freeze at her words. “What are you talking about?”

She scoffs. “It’s obvious. I don’t know what exactly is going on with you and the king, but god knows everyone has heard the rumors, and whatever unresolved shit you have going on is making you feel helpless and angry and instead of confronting him about it, you lashed out at my own husband to make yourself feel better about your own complacency.”

You shake your head forcefully. “That’s not true. It’s not.” The hot tears sting at your eyes once again, but Chaeyoung doesn’t care for it. No one does except Beomgyu.

“Yes, it is and don’t you deny it. Because if you actually cared about what’s good for me you wouldn’t have put me in danger by confronting Myeong.”

“P-put you in danger?” What is she talking about?

“Yes. Do you think what you did will make him hurt me any less? It will only make him more angry!”

“You’re staying with him?” You ask incredulously and her answering laugh is haughty and bitter. "You're staying with Beomgyu?"

You clamp up. "What other option do I have? You think I can just separate from my husband and not be completely ostracized from all my friends and family? I don’t have a king who would kill his own wife and buy my annulment so he can marry me."

"That is cruel, Chae." You croak. How could she say this to you? She might not know the full story of what happened between you and Beomgyu, but just like she said, everyone has heard the rumors, and her being one of the ladies in waiting, she is sure to know more than anyone else about what you’ve been through at his hands.

She takes in a deep breath to try to calm herself down, and you can see how underneath her anger, there is tremendous fear. “I’m sorry but you need to hear it. I didn't ask you to intervene. Worry about your own problems from now on."

She’s right–the seed unfurls, the monster grows. The only reason you got so enraged and out of control is because what she said reminded you of what Beomgyu has always told you–that you’re the reason for your own suffering, that if you had just been good, that if you didn’t try to escape, that if you let him do what he wants to you, he wouldn’t have hurt you like he did. When she blamed herself for what happened, it felt like she was blaming you too.

"I'm sorry. You're right. It was about me. I guess I just saw my situation in yours and couldn't control myself. It was selfish of me. I just feel so helpless and I wanted to do something for once."

"You are doing something.” She insists, stepping closer to you for the first time since she came into the room. “You’re using him to make things better. It's the best anyone can do in your position. You know the peasants are talking shit about you and yet you’re still helping them and he's letting you. You may not be carrying out those good deeds directly but you're accomplishing more than you ever could have with Lord Taehyun. The king will do anything to please you. You just have to ask."

You contemplate her words in silence. You suppose she’s right about that too. You may not be doing anything directly. People may look down on you and belittle you. But through Beomgyu, you can accomplish so much and he would be more than happy to let you. Maybe you should just get out of your state of self-pity and acknowledge that you’re more lucky–despite it all–than most of the other ladies here.

"But you need to be careful because you’re costing him too many allies by your reckless actions. If you keep this up, you'll be damning him." She continues, and that more than anything, gets your attention.

You hadn’t thought about it that way before, too caught up in your own feelings to know any better. Beomgyu never said a word about it to you either. You suppose he’s just so intent on proving to you that he has your back and will not let the others treat you in a way you don’t like anymore, that he’s letting you ruin his court relations.

"I don't want you to remove my husband from the palace. That would just make things worse for me. So could you please smooth things over with the king?" She asks you, and you give her a small nod. “Thank you.”

You still feel a hint of satisfaction when Beomgyu drags Lord Myeong into the room, the bigger man looking denigrated and subjugated as he apologizes to you and his wife. You merely give him a nod while Chaeyoung graciously announces that she forgives him.

"Get your things ready. You leave at first light." Beomgyu announces when he’s done, and Chaeyouung shoots you a panicked look.

“Actually, I would like him to stay” You interrupt, shocking both men. You bow your head and continue, "If my king will permit, of course."

“But the way he treated you–” Beomgyu balks, unable to stomach the offense to his wife.

“I provoked him.” You bite down on your tongue as you parrot the incriminatory words. “Neither of us behaved particularly civilly.”

“But, baby–” Beomgyu moves close to you, whispering quietly. You hold his right hand between your two smaller ones, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay, my love. Give him one more chance. For me.”

He still looks uncomfortable with letting it pass, but you turn to face Lord Myeong, scowling at him in warning. "If he will give you his word not to hurt Chae again."

Beomgyu turns to him and the man nods tightly. "I give you my word, my king." He proclaims, then bows to you. “My queen.”

It’s hard to keep in your scoff, and you can’t look at the coward much longer. Luckily, you don’t have to as Beomgyu waves his hand, dismissing them both, along with the guards, leaving only you and him in the room.

“I don’t like this, darling. He almost laid his hands on you.” Beomgyu recounts angrily, taking you in his arms. “He almost hurt you.”

“I hurt him first. I started it.” You repeat uneasily, and it’s almost funny how Beomgyu finds issue with the sentiment when it doesn’t relate to him.

“You can do whatever you want. You’re his queen.” Beomgyu argues, “If you want to, I can bring him back here and you can use that dagger of yours to brighten up his face a little bit.”

His suggestion, entirely too serious, sends a shiver down your spine.

The king will do anything to please you. But you need to be careful because you’re costing him too many allies.

You shake your head. “No. I need to start acting like a lady again.” You look away, your lower lip wobbling and cheeks flaming, but Beomgyu turns your head to face him once again. “You’ll always be a lady. No one can ever change that.” He presses a kiss against each of your tear-stained cheeks, before continuing, "But I must admit that there are better ways to get people to listen to you than punching them in the face. No matter how endlessly funny I find it when you do that."

You can’t help but smile a little at his joke, allowing yourself to really look at him, and you see nothing but adoration shining back at you. Beomgyu is in love with you. He'd do anything for you. So why are you standing here worrying about anyone else?

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, kissing you slowly, his soft lips molding against your own as your breaths mingle and your tongues meet. You can never get tired of kissing Beomgyu, each kiss containing a multitude of emotions that never wane–love, lust, need, ecstasy, relief… He kisses you like it’s the first and last time he ever will. Even this slow kiss is so heavy with feeling, it takes your breath away.

“Am I?” You ask once you break the kiss, mouthing along his jawline.

“Yeah. So perfect.” His breath hitches as you move down his neck. “Oh, love, if you keep going like that I’m going to–Oh…”

You slip your hand under his pants, palming him as you suck on his sensitive neck. “Going to what, puppy?”

“Going to lose control.” He finishes, and you chuckle cockily. “As if you ever had any control when it came to me.”

You take your hand out of his pants, hushing his protesting whine, and walk him backwards until you reach a chair and push him on it, getting down on your knees between his legs.

“Darling, no, don’t sit on the floor. Want you comfortable–”

“Hush, Beomgyu. Be a good pup and let me play with you however I want.” You chastise, shooting down his overly-protective tendencies as you take him out of his pants and jerk him into hardness.

“Yes, baby.” He groans, throwing his head back against the chair as he hungrily watches you pumping his cock from under his heavy lashes. He’s too damn easy. So what if everyone thinks you’re his whore? You have him wrapped around your finger. He’d do anything you tell him to. He adores you. He’d spend his days and nights worshiping at your feet if you let him. "Love it when you use me."

"Yeah?" You shiver, soaking up his need and adulation that hit you like the buzz of a strong liquor. You really can’t live without him. You live off his love. He wants to give you everything–himself, a family, even the whole kingdom. No one else matters to him and no one else should matter to you.

You push yourself up to loom over him and cup his chin with your hand. "Open your mouth."

He does, sticking his tongue out, ready for you to spit in his mouth. His eyes flutter when you do and you feel his cock jerk in your other hand.

"Filthy." You sneer, but you can’t hide the thrill that goes through you at that, neither do you even try. He deserves to see your own need. "And that bastard dares to say you can discipline me."

Beomgyu quickly pulls his tongue inside his mouth and grinds his teeth together as his hazy eyes clear up a little bit. "He said that? I'll kill him."

"No. He doesn't matter." You brush it off, pushing him back down. None of them matter. Only Beomgyu. "As long as you're mine."

"Always."

You push his shirt up his body, bunching it up under his chin as your free hand feels his tummy up to his pert nipples–his soft tummy, so different from the hard planes of Taehyun’s abdomen now that Beomgyu allowed it to go back to its natural state. You don’t know how he got it into his head that you wanted him to resemble Taehyun when all you’ve ever wanted was everything he was.

Beomgyu’s back arches when you flick one of his nipples lightly, his cock getting pushed further into your fist as he mewls.

“So sensitive.” You purr, nudging his poor nipple again and again. “So desperate. You fuck me every day and night and yet you’re still so needy. Is it never enough for you?”

“Never.” He vows breathlessly. “How can I ever get my fill when you’re the most wonderful creature the gods have ever created?”

The words come to him so easily, pouring forth like a sweet balm to soothe any semblance of worry in you before it has the chance to flare up. This is what you needed. This is what love is. Yes, it hurts sometimes, but god when it’s good, nothing and no one else compares.

"More…” Beomgyu pleads, hips nudging upwards ever so lightly. “Just a little bit more. Please."

“Of course, whatever my baby wants.” You coo sweetly, too sweetly, increasing your pace on his cock a little bit. Just a little bit though, messing with him until he groans out in frustration. “Baby, please!”

"What? I thought you said just a little bit." You cock your head to the side in mock confusion but the playful giggle you can’t hold back at his pout gives you away.

“You’re always so mean.”

“Oh, puppy.” You finally take pity on him, leaning upwards to press a kiss to his lips as you quicken your pace, much faster this time, and his mouth falls open as moans stream out of it.

"You have such a pretty cock, puppy, so big and thick. It feels so good when you fuck me." You tease him, knowing it will just drive him more insane. And it does just that, the imagery getting to his dumb head. "Yeah? Want to fuck you so bad."

"Of course you do.” You pout sympathetically, “You're ready to fuck if I even just glance your way, aren't you?"

"Yeah. All ready for you, always." He nods, hips thrusting up to fuck your fist.

“Did I say you could do that?” You hiss and he quickly stills, whimpering at your harsh tone like a scolded dog.

You pause for a moment to take your lover in, sprawled on the chair with his dick out and his shirt pushed up to his neck, his hands fisted into the cushion below him so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch you. He looks delectable and he’s all yours to enjoy. "You can't control yourself, can you? Maybe I need to be put on a leash or you'll be humping my leg every chance you get."

He moans at the lewd idea and surges forward to kiss you. You allow him to do it, if only so you can rile him up more, before you grab him by the neck and push him back. "You like that, don’t you, puppy? Should I make you a gold collar and put my name on it too? Show your court who rules their king?"

"Yes. You own me. You own everything." He babbles heatedly, "Whatever my queen wants, she gets. I'm just your obedient dog."

"Fuck, yes you are.” You bite down on your lip harshly, your thighs rubbing together in need at his pathetic display. “My vicious, feral dog. Come on, hump my hand."

"Thank you." He mewls, thrusting his hips up to fuck your hand once more. He is so lost in that measly amount of pleasure, taking anything he can from you, that an even more wicked idea pops into your mind.

“You really want to cum, huh?” You drawl cryptically, making Beomgyu tilt his head, giving you a confused look even as he continues to fuck your fist. But you don’t make him wonder for long. "Let's see if you can cum on command. I'm going to count down from ten and I want you to cum on one, pup."

"Baby–" He tries to protest but you’re already going through with it.

"Ten." You start, making his eyes wide, and suddenly his thrusts turn frantic.

“Good boy.” You purr, twisting your fist around his cock as a little treat for his obedience. “Nine.”

“You’re going to kill me.” He croaks and you huff out a little laugh. If only you could. Your grip gets a little tighter around him, unintentionally helping him out. “Eight.”

As you keep counting down, he gets more and more breathless.

"Please, please." He cries out in desperation. “It’s not enough.”

“Are you saying I’m not enough?” You purposefully twist his words, delighting in sick pleasure as he gasps and shakes his head. “No, no, you’re more than enough!”

“Then stop complaining and be good. Five.”

His heartbroken wail goes straight to your pussy and you wonder if you’re the one who is going to cum on one. He just looks so delicious, sprawled there whimpering and crying as he strives to obey your almost impossible command.

“Four.”

“Baby… my queen…”

“Three.”

“Fuck–nghhh–”

“Two.”

“I can’t. I can’t!” He freaks out, his eyes blown wide as he stares between you and his pistoning cock.

"One." You take your hand away and he wails. You’re disappointed for a second–you really thought he could do this–but then you see his body go rigid before it convulses, cum spurting out of his red cock as he sobs.

You gasp out in delight and reach out to run your hands over his feverish skin, calming him down. "Good boy." You praise, leaning up to kiss his tear-shocked face. “I’m so proud of you baby. You did it.”

Beomgyu chases your lips, catching your lips with his own as he whines into your mouth. “So mean.”

“Why? You got to cum.” You ask him in confusion, "Did that not feel good?"

He shakes his head and sniffles. "No. It was horrible."

"Oh, you poor pup." You take his cock in your hand and stroke it languidly, unsure if he can take it. He seems to like it though and so you ask, "Do you want more?"

"Yes.” He nods empathetically, “Yes please."

"Well, since you were such a good boy." You quicken your pace, his cum making a mess of him as you use it to stroke him.

"Such a messy pup." You tsk, leaning forward to lick it. You don’t do a good job, a thick trail of saliva and cum linking your tongue and the head of his cock. But you weren’t trying to clean him up. You just wanted to tease him more, knowing how messy he likes it.

"Ah please! Suck my cock."

You grin, once again getting just what you wanted. “I have a better idea.” You tell him, spitting on his cock and spreading it along his length while your other hand pushes the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts to him.

“What?” He stutters, watching wide-eyed as you place his cock between your breasts and push them snuggly around it. “Come on, puppy. I know you’ve been dreaming of this.”

"I love you." He effuses, making you laugh as his hips thrust up wildly under you to push his cock between your breasts.

This should be humiliating. You’re on the floor, knees sore and tits out as you let him fuck them just so he can add even more to the cum and spit already covering them. But how can you feel anything but powerful when this is the king himself you have being so pathetic for you? When the one thing shining brighter than lust in his eyes is his love for you?

“Are you okay, puppy?” You ask him, noting how he’s struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back and the way he’s panting like a dog, sweat glistening on his skin from the struggle. "Going dumb from fucking my tits?"

"So pretty…" He whines, his thrusts growing sloppier and more erratic. "Going to cum… please let me cum."

“Go ahead, baby. You’ve been good.” Your praise, more than anything, pushes him over the edge, and he cums all over your breasts, his seed decorating your chest in beads more beautiful than any pearls.

“That’s it. Let it all out, darling.” You coax the last bit of his cum out of his cock, rubbing the head of it against your nipples in a way that has you shaking in need. God, you need him inside you. You feel so empty.

Sensing your need, or perhaps seeing it on your face, Beomgyu grabs your arms and pulls you to your feet, planting you onto his lap as he buries his face in your chest, licking his cum right off your tits and pebbled nipples.

You can’t take it sitting still so you start rubbing yourself against his thigh, a fire lighting up inside you as he tickles your nipples with his tongue and sucks on them. You’re so wound up that it doesn’t take long for that fire to become an inferno, your legs clamping around his thigh as you cum, pulling his head back harshly by his long hair to give him an open-mouthed kiss.

"Please… fuck.” He whimpers, moving your ass up so you’re sitting on his cock that is now hard once again. “Baby, please take my cock, use me."

But you shake your head, sitting up and putting him back in his pants while he whines and protests. You press a firm kiss to his lips, shutting him up. "You have things to do. We can’t stay here all day. Go do your duties like a good king and maybe I'll let you cum inside me tonight."

“Yes, baby.” He shivers, the fucked out look still apparent on his face as he gets up, and the thought that everyone is going to see him like this and know you’re the one who did this to him has you swelling with pride.

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You don’t know how you didn’t see this coming. You knew both men were out to kill each other. You knew Beomgyu offered to pardon whoever defected from Taehyun’s men and compensate them handsomely for it. You knew more and more people were turning their backs on Taehyun. You knew he was losing, and yet this somehow still comes as a shock to you.

Kai has been captured, betrayed by Taehyun’s own men and brought to the palace to be used however Beomgyu sees fit. As it so happens, what Beomgyu sees fit is using Kai's life to bargain for Taehyun’s own life. He’s asking Taehyun to give himself up in order to save his little brother.

Suddenly, everything becomes real.

“Sweetling, calm down.” Wonyoung’s musical voice trills out, halting your anxious pacing.

“Calm down? How can you be so calm?” You shrill, “Aren’t you scared for him?”

“Of course, I am but I have to stand behind my brother.” Her composure ticks you off.

“He’s going to kill Kai!” You exclaim. How can Wonyoung act so coolly about this? Doesn't she have feelings for Kai?

She sighs wearily. Despite her being a few years younger than you are, in moments like these, she feels much more mature and aged in comparison to you, like a wizened old spinster who has seen everything there is to see and knows better than you silly little you. “Not if Taehyun gives himself up.”

No. He can't do that. You shake your head in denial. “He can’t. He won’t. If he gives himself up, then the war is lost. He’s the only thing keeping it going right now. His men will put their swords down if he’s captured.”

“Whether he gives himself up now or keeps fighting, the war is already lost. It’s better to surrender now before he’s betrayed by his own men too.”

You grimace at her prediction. God no, that can’t happen. It would simply kill him. He has worked so hard for his city, sacrificed his childhood in order to become a strong, competent leader to his people. He suffered so much hate and malicious rumors and yet he never bowed under the pressure. So for him to go out this way, given up by his own men… it would kill his already broken spirit.

“He’s going to take the fall for everyone. He has no choice but to give himself up so Kai can live and his city can be spared from slaughter.” She tells you, and in your delirious state you imagine you can hear a hint of sorrow in her gentle voice. You shake your head once again, childishly refusing to acknowledge the gruesome truth. She speaks again, even more gently, "Come on, sweetling, did you really think this was going to end any other way?"

“I don’t know." You croak, Beomgyu's words clanging around inside your skull.

I'll let you see his severed head when I bring it home to you.

She doesn’t say anything else, knowing there was no use. She just holds you and lets you cry. You already know she’s telling the truth. You just refuse to believe it. You refuse to believe it’s ending this way–just like Beomgyu wanted. Always like Beomgyu wanted.

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Once again it’s Wonyoung who accompanies you to visit Beomgyu’s newest prisoner. She could get in a lot of trouble for this and yet she does it anyway. You don’t know why. She doesn’t even go with you into the room Kai is being held in, weakly admitting that she can’t see him in that state. But she asks you to make sure he’s comfortable. She had requested from Beomgyu that he be held some place befitting of his status, but since she has never gathered the courage to visit him herself, she couldn’t be sure if Beomgyu had kept that promise or not.

The guards standing outside Kai’s makeshift cell hesitate to let you in, telling you that you need permission from the king first, but Wonyoung wouldn’t have any of that.

“This is your queen you’re speaking to. If the king finds out that you’ve refused an order from her, you’d be thrown into one of the cells, and it won’t be as nice as this one, I can promise you that.” She threatens the guard, who exchanges a look with the men flanking you. Your head knight gives him a small nod. “Listen to your queen.”

The man takes in a weary breath and shakily raises his hand to unlock the door, the keys clanging together from the way his hand trembles. When he pushes open the heavy door, Wonyoung turns away, not bearing to even glance at her captured lover.

“Stay here.” You quickly order your guards before you step inside. They hesitate, but before they can think it through, you shut the door in their face. Sure, they can open it again, but you’re certain Wonyoung will prevent them from doing so.

Once you’re inside though–your back facing Kai after you’ve shut the door–you hesitate, suddenly realizing that you don’t even know why you’re here. You haven’t prepared anything to say. You’re not sure you even have anything to say.

“Took you long enough.” Kai's voice hits your back. It’s so different from how you remember it–so tired and weak. You quickly turn around, seeing him for the first time in so long, and your heart hammers at how different he looks.

Gone are the soft, boyish features–his round cheeks replaced by sharp bones, his eyes sinking in their sockets, his usually smiling lips pressed into a sardonic smirk. He looks exhausted. While Beomgyu has gotten softer and more radiant since you came back, Kai’s life force seems to have been stripped away from his body.

This is what war does to those caught on the wrong side of it. This is how you know Beomgyu couldn’t have lost. The boy in front of you looks ten years older. He looks like he has seen the worst that a human can see, while Beomgyu has been thriving more and more each day. There was never any hope for Taehyun.

Oh god, if this is what Kai looks like, then what about Taehyun?

“Is… h-how is he?” You ask tentatively, and Kai lets out a little laugh. “Why don’t you ask him yourself. You’ll be seeing him soon enough.”

You wince and wring your hands together anxiously. “How can I help him? There has to be a way to save him.”

Kai scowls, getting up and walking towards you. Your heart leaps in your chest for a moment, thinking he’s going to attack you before his shackles stop him from reaching you. “There is no way. He’s been doomed since the second he laid eyes on you. You should’ve left him alone. If you had just done that, he would’ve been safe.”

“I’m sorry.” You weep, “I didn’t know it would end this way. If there was something I could do–”

“Go back to him. Die by his side, do something right in your life.” Kai compels you and you scoff at his change in tune. “Didn’t you tell me to stay away from him?”

“I thought that would stop your lunatic but it didn’t. It just broke Taehyun’s heart. He doesn’t love easily and I ripped the one person he loved from him.” He confesses sadly, but you shake your head in denial. “Taehyun doesn’t love me. He’s only doing this because he has a compulsive need to do the right thing even if it ends in disaster.”

“That may be true but it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you. I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Then you saw wrong.” You shake your head again. Taehyun doesn’t love you. You don’t know what Kai thinks he saw but it wasn’t love. Beomgyu looks at you with love. You’ve never seen that look in Taehyun’s eyes. "And even if that was true, Beomgyu would never let me go. I can’t escape him.”

“You can kill your monster.” He cuts you off, “You can rid the world of his evil.”

Just the thought of it makes your heart clench painfully. You stare at him, wide-eyed. “I–I can’t do that… I’m carrying his baby.”

Kai scoffs. “You’re really something else, aren’t you?”

Humiliation burns deep inside you at his disgusted expression. "You told me to leave!" You scream. What does he want from you?

"But I didn't tell you to fuck him.” He denounces, and in that moment you can’t even recognize the sweet boy you met a year ago anymore. “I thought you didn't want to be known as his whore."

"I am not his whore.” You insist, distraught. You shouldn’t have come here. You shouldn’t even try to leave Beomgyu’s side anymore. Only he is safe. “I am his wife and I am carrying his rightful heir."

"And was this rightful heir conceived before or after the illegitimate marriage."

You hold in your tears. "Fine. I am rotten, just like him. I admit it. Are you happy now?"

"You should’ve realized it sooner. Your pity party is killing my brother." He spits out in disgust. “You never loved my brother. It was always Beomgyu you wanted. You just used my brother to get what you want. Well, congratulations on the happily ever after you’ll have once Taehyun is dead.”

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Your heart almost stops when you step out of the room and come face to face with Beomgyu. He looks enraged, but you don’t even have the energy to fight with him right now. And when you collapse into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, he too puts whatever he had to say to rest for now, carrying you in his arms and muttering to Wonyoung that he’ll deal with her later as he takes you away.

It’s funny how you seek comfort in him from the very thing he caused and how you actually feel soothed by him. This is why your protests never get through to him. How can they when he always manages to get you back into his arms?

You don’t see where he is taking you as you cling onto his body and hide your face in his neck. You only realize that he’s taken you back to your chambers when your back hits the mattress and the comforting and familiar smell of the room fills your nose and allows you to calm down enough to speak.

“I don’t want you to kill Taehyun.” You claw at his back desperately, your eyes searching his own for any sign of mercy. “Please.”

He looks at you with anger in his eyes, for daring to beg for Taehyun’s life, but you’re surprised to also see pity there, and that pity tells you that there is no point to your begging. “You know I have to do it. I have to set us free. I have to protect our baby.”

But you still plead your useless case–for if you really wanted to save Taehyun. You know what you must do. “So exile him. Banish him from the kingdom. Just don’t kill him.”

He shakes his head, much more patient than you ever expected from him. Why was he being so gentle with you when usually any allusion to Taehyun would have him fuming with rage. Is it because he knows he has already won?

“He will always be a threat to our family for as long as he lives. You know that.” He reminds you, “It’s time to end it. Aren’t you tired of this?”

You are, so very tired. So tired you can’t reciprocate the kiss Beomgyu initiates, prompting him to pull back to look you in the eyes. And that’s when you realize why he’s being so sweet. He’s afraid he’s going to lose you again. He’s afraid that Taehyun’s death will make you withdraw into yourself again. He’s been keeping you as far away from the war as he possibly could so you wouldn’t fully fathom the gravity of it all, but now that it’s ending, there is no escape from the heavy price.

When it comes down to it, is it going to be him or Taehyun you’re going to protect?

“I love you.” He tells you urgently and waits for you to say it back, his eyes swimming with fear and uncertainty, his soul just about to drown in them. His soul, your other half, how could you possibly let it sink?

“I love you too.” You finally say it, and his sigh of relief is like a drowned man’s first gasp for breath after being revived, quickly followed by more and more.

“I love you. I love you.” He sobs, smothering you with kisses that you swallow down eagerly.

He makes love to you, needy and scared, clinging onto you tight enough to leave room for nothing but his whispered confessions and pleas for yours.

"Say you love me." He begs urgently, craving it more than his building release.

"I love you." You blabber, your own ears not able to distinguish your words from the pathetic sobs as his hips smack against yours feverishly, but he hears them.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again. Please."

"I love you."

"Only me."

"Only you."

Beomgyu doesn’t let you breathe in anything that isn’t him. He surrounds you everywhere–his heat, his scent, his heartbeat… it all blends together and flows into you, uniting your being with his so tightly you don’t know where you end and he begins.

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“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You whisper to the man behind you in an effort to not wake up the sleeping baby laying in his crib in front of you–your baby, your little prince.

“Is he?”

That voice.

You immediately whip around, fear gripping your heart as you come face to face with the man you once called your husband.

“Taehyun!” You stammer, reaching your arms out to try to protect your baby from him but when you hazard a glance back, he’s not there.

“Where is he? You ask, panicked.

“I could’ve given you a child. That baby should’ve been mine.”

Tears spring to your eyes at his words. “Please, give him back.”

But he ignores your plea, advancing on you. You try to move away but your legs don’t obey you. They keep you rooted to the spot as he comes closer and cradles your face in his hand. “Why did you leave me?”

"I wanted to protect you." You attempt to answer, but your uncertainty is evident even to him.

"Did you?" You look away guiltily but he turns your head back towards him. "Did you also give him a child to protect me? Are you going to let him kill me to protect me?"

"I tried to stop him but I failed. You saw what happened. I always mess up. I don't know what to do, Taehyun." You cry, but Taehyun isn’t Beomgyu, and he isn’t going to coddle you no matter how much you cry and whimper. "That's not an excuse."

“I know, I–” He kisses you, shutting up your worthless justifications. Once again you can’t move. You have to stand there and let him devour your lips, his kisses harsh and angry.

So you focus on gathering all the strength in your body, an effort so immense just to take a step back and beg, "Stop."

He hears you and he pulls away, but only enough to talk, his lips brushing against yours as he does. "Why?”

“I’m married to Beomgyu.”

That makes him laugh darkly. “That didn’t stop you before. You cheated on me. What does it matter if you cheat on him too? That's what you do."

You try to shake your head but he has your hair all fisted in his hand. “Don’t deny it. You want to be fucked, I know. Maybe if I had fucked you enough before, you wouldn’t have ran after his dick.”

He rips your dress from your body, tearing it away the same way he did when you wore that dress Wonyoung got you, and with the same disdain. “I hate these fucking dresses.” He growls, “But you love them, don’t you? It’s another reason why you crawled back to him. I tried to give them to you, lost my fucking eye over it, but you couldn’t even give me some more time.”

“That’s not why I left.” You deny, but that just makes him angrier.

“Don’t lie to me. You know what I do to liars.” He hisses, grabbing your chin and digging his fingers into your cheeks, forcing your mouth open for him to kiss. He coaxes your tongue out, sucking on it before grazing it with his sharp teeth, making you shiver with both fear and lust.

Are you lying? If you aren’t then why are you letting Beomgyu kill Taehyun? Why haven’t you killed him when you had the chance?

Because you love him. Because you can’t live without him. Because he’s the father of your child. Because even though he is wicked, you could do so much good together, help so many people, live the rest of your life trying to atone for the horrible sins you've committed.

But will you ever be forgiven?

As if he could hear your thoughts, Taehyun asks, “Do you believe him when he tells you that everything will be okay when I'm gone, angel? Do you think you'll forget me when I die? You think he’ll ever forget that I had you when he can taste me on your lips? Even if he kills me, he’ll always know that you let me shove my cock inside your pretty mouth and your tight cunt.”

“Taehyun!” You gasp. This was so unlike him–the possessiveness, the jealousy, the emotion.

“What? You like it when I talk to you like this? Treat you like the whore you are?” He grabs the underside of your thighs and lifts you up, walking you towards the bed before throwing you on it and prowling up to cover you with his body. He looms over you. "And you, you think it won’t eat you up alive everyday knowing what you did to me?"

"Then kill me." You beg him and he laughs. Clearly you aren’t strong enough to hurt Beomgyu or yourself, but he is. He can end you. He can end this tortured existence. "No, you don't deserve the mercy of death. You deserve to live by that monster for the rest of your miserable life."

“Taehyun–ah!” You squeak as he rips your legs open.

“Look how wet you are. You really like this, don’t you?”

You bite your lip, trying to gather up your own emotions like precious gold, scared to show them to him lest he steal them away.

He scoffs at your silence. “Come on, angel, speak up. I can’t know what you’re feeling if you don’t talk. So speak up.” He mocks, his fingers gliding up and down your spread pussy, his eyes falling to your hole as it flutters around nothing.

His fingers tease around your entrance as his gaze flicks back up to you, harsh and angry, before he slams his fingers inside you, making your mouth fall open in a sharp cry. “Speak up, bitch.”

“I’m sorry.” You weep, not knowing what else to say as his fingers ram into you, much too fast and hard. “I’m sorry, Taehyun.”

“Are you? Are you really?” He tilts his head to the side jeeringly, but you nod earnestly. “I am. I am.”

“If all that’s going to come out of that pretty mouth is lies then maybe you shouldn’t talk.”

“W-what–hmph!” He stuffs his fingers that were just in your pussy into your mouth, choking you on your own taste.

"You never loved me. You used me.” He spits out bitterly, and you feel his cock prodding at your entrance before it breaches your hole in one stroke. “You killed me."

Suddenly, Taehyun looks different, his clean, white skin covered in nasty cuts and bruises, a hideous gash extending across his neck, dripping warm blood onto your naked body.

Overcome with the urge to throw up at the sickening sight, you close your eyes tightly, hoping to dispel the gruesome image, but he screams at you to look at him, not letting you escape what you did.

“Look at me. Look at me! Look what you did.”

You cry as you shake your head, hot tears flowing down your cheeks. Or maybe it was blood.

"Don't cry." He screams at you as he continues to fuck you, uncaring about the pain he’s causing you or the blood that drains from his body. "You fucking killed me, you bitch."

You shake your head harder, unable to speak with the fingers buried deep in your mouth, the tips of them hitting the back of your throat and making you choke on something that didn’t taste like you anymore. No, it tasted metallic and nauseating.

"Don’t cry." A voice shouts in your ear, much more vivid and clear this time. It feels more real than everything else and the shock of it allows you to finally, finally, spit the fingers out, sputtering out repeated No’s as your whole body spasms with cold dread.

“Please, stop crying.” It tells you again, surprisingly gentle and worried. “Calm down, baby. I’m here. Please, princess!”

Princess?

Suddenly, you’re pulled out of this void of agony and despair you’ve been plunged into. Blinking away your tears, the ghastly visage of your past lover slowly loses its crimson discoloration as it morphs into the terrified face of your husband, tears of his own streaking down his flushed cheeks as he gazes at you in horror.

“Beomgyu?” You croak, voice scratchy and strained. “W-what’s happening?”

“You were having a nightmare, baby.” He explains, sniffling.

“Why are you crying?” You ask, cupping his cheek and weakly wiping his sparkling tears away.

“You were making all those noises, like you were being choked, and I–I was so worried.” He whimpers, leaning into your touch. “It’s so stupid. You’re the one who was having the nightmare, but I was so scared because I couldn’t get you to wake up. I couldn’t reach you in there.” He breaks out into a loud sob at the last part, lips trembling as he relives the terror.

“I was scared too.” You whisper, pulling him tightly against you as if the physical proximity would allow him to protect your soul from further attack.

Is this what your life is going to be like from now on? Plagued by nightmares of what you and your lover did? Getting trapped in a ghoulish dreamland where Beomgyu can’t reach you to comfort you? Is this your divine punishment?

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Taehyun is here. He is here to give himself up to appease Beomgyu’s wrath and save everyone else. He’s here to die so you can get your happily ever after.

And here Beomgyu is, getting dressed in his ceremonial armor to personally carry out the execution of the man whose only sin was briefly making you his.

You get dressed too, your attire blood-red just like Beomgyu’s so you wouldn’t be able to see any of the blood that might splatter in the aftermath of today’s abomination.

"Don't make it hurt.” You plead your lover, and Beomgyu snaps his head to look at you with equal parts fury and imploration–half a mad king and half a child begging for something he wants but knows he shouldn’t have. "Let me take my vengeance on him."

"You're decimated his army, brought him to the ground, and now you’re going to take his life. What more do you need?” You press your hands against the gold of his breastplate, seeking the heartbeat you know is under there. “Just give him a quick death. Get it over with. Please, for me."

He looks into the distance, the request not sitting well with him, but he didn’t shoot you down immediately which tells you that he’s at least considering it.

“Fine.” He says at long last and your knees buckle in relief under you as if you had managed to save Taehyun. “You don’t have to come, you know?”

“I thought you said you would kill him in front of my eyes.” You remind him of his own words and he gives you a weary look. “I was mad when I said that. I never want to intentionally hurt you.”

You laugh wistfully at his claim. What he means is that he never wants to hurt you in a way that wouldn't benefit him, and he knows that seeing him personally kill Taehyun might be too much even for you.

This has always been Beomgyu’s method–keep you away from the battlefield so you’d forget all about his monstrous actions. But you owe this to Taehyun. If you’re the reason he’s losing his life then the least you could do is look him in the eye during his final moments and face all the hate he has for you.

“I have to come.”

“My queen–”

“I chose you. You owe me this.” You snap at him and he recoils, shoulders slumping. He’s so anxious about ending this that he doesn’t have the energy to protest much “Yes, darling.”

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If you thought Kai looked bad, then Taehyun looks like he already has one foot beyond the veil. You’ve never seen him look so small, stripped of his leather and armor, his muscles–though never remarkably big–wasting away from malnourishment and the stress of war, what appears of his skin bruised and discolored, and his hair cut in a blunt style so as not to obstruct the vision in his one good eye.

Dear god, his eyes.

He's not even wearing the black enamel anymore, a hollow socket left in its place surrounded by darkened skin, giving you a glimpse of what he will look like once the crows have picked out the other eye. After all, dead men have no use for sight.

But for now, he sees, looking at you with that singular, stormy eye of his, and you don’t know how you missed it before–perhaps it got diluted in the middle back when both were intact, and then was overshadowed by the black orb he put in-but you see so much emotion there now, intensified enough by the singular outlet for you to finally perceive.

Anger, pride, regret, disappointment, fear… and so much more that you can't begin to untangle, so much that will be silenced forever when his vision goes dark.

His gaunt face had been so startling to behold that you almost missed the necklace wrapped around his neck… a pearl necklace, your necklace!

W-What? Why? Why is he wearing that? What is he trying to do?

You ponder it for a second, eyes jumping around the room in a confused frenzy, before they land on Beomgyu’s sword, and you’re immediately hit with a sickening realization–he’s showing the world who is behind his death. You are. You did this to him.

Suddenly, you see him as you saw him in your dream, wounded and bloody. You see Beomgyu standing over his corpse, triumphant. And it takes everything in you not to fall to your knees.

He doesn't deserve this. It had been so exhausting for you to fight your short battle before you gave in and ran back to your captor, but Taehyun has been fighting all his life. He never gave up, never flinched back no matter the horror he was facing. He even fought for you when you couldn't be bothered to fight for yourself. And yet here you are, preparing to watch him die for the sin of choosing to help you when he should have turned away like all the others.

No act of kindness goes unpunished.

You shake your head, a few bitter tears getting dislodged in the process and burning down your cheeks.

It has to be done. You think as Beomgyu recounts to the crowd of noble men and women gathered the crimes he has fabricated for Taehyun, his only real crime standing there for all to gawk at.

It has to be done. You think as you watch the proud man being forced to his knees, his head lowered down so his pearled neck could receive the royal sword’s fatal kiss. Still, he attempts to look at you, raising his face up to pin you under his gaze the same way the guards are pinning him to the floor.

It has to be done. You think as Beomgyu, enraged that Taehyun even dares to look at you, grabs him by the back of the head and shoves his face back down. But once again, Taehyun looks up at you.

It has to be done. You think as Beomgyu angrily unsheathes his sword and doesn't even ask Taehyun for his last words.

It has to be done.

Gods help you for what you're about to do.

It's easy for you to slip past the guards flanking your side. You’ve proven yourself loyal to Beomgyu and so they forsake watching you in favor of watching the deadly dance of their king and the reviled warlord.

You didn't expect to do this, you contemplate as your legs that were so heavy before carry you easily towards Beomgyu, as if walking on air, your arms solidly brandishing the dagger you had been gifted by the man on his knees.

Taehyun is the only one to react to your sudden movement, eyes widening as he gasps.

Or maybe he’s the only one you can see or hear, because suddenly Beomgyu is turning around to face you, startled. It all happens slowly, so painfully slowly. You can see the concern on his face first, followed by shock when he sees the dagger glinting in the sunlight, and then pain erupts across his beautiful face as the dagger plunges itself into his chest.

You let out a pained wail even before he does.

"I'm sorry." You choke out, your fingers grasping the hilt of the dagger in a death-grip as if you could take it back. As if you can undo what you've done. "I'm so sorry."

You hear people running behind you but Beomgyu barks at them. “Don’t touch her!”

They immediately still, clueless as to what to do as everyone else is in this court of madness. As clueless as you are.

Oh, gods, what have you done?

“Hey, it’s okay. Don't cry.” Beomgyu murmurs softly, braving the pain to comfort you. Always comforting you even as your knife is buried in his chest. “I hate seeing you cry."

That just makes you cry harder. You’ve made a terrible mistake. "Beomgyu, I–"

Your eyes widen as you’re cut off by a sharp pain that overwhelms your senses, and you look down to see Beomgyu's sword jutting out from your abdomen. You look up at him in confusion, not grasping what you’re seeing. Beomgyu would never hurt you like this. He would never. "Beomgyu?"

But if the excruciating pain radiating from the sword protruding from your belly isn’t making it clear enough, then the horrified screams of Wonyoung does. "What have you two done?!"

You also hear an anguished shout of your name, followed by a commotion and what sounds like someone being restrained.

But you don’t look at any of them. You only look at the man in front of you–your lover, your soulmate, your killer.

"Shhh. It's going to be okay.” He hushes your pitiful cries. “I'm not going to leave you. Never again."

Of course. It all makes sense now. Beomgyu promised to never let you go, and he’s not going to break that promise even in death.

"I love you." He murmurs, pressing a tight, pained kiss to your lips.

"I love you too." You say helplessly. You deserve it all. You deserve him. You harbored this monster, loved and nourished him, reveled in all the twisted pleasures he gave you, hid between his sharp claws that were sullied by the blood of others. So how can you expect a different end to such a despicable existence?

"I'll find you in our next life." He vows to you, smiling as if it were your wedding day again. "I'll get it right next time. I promise you."

Next time? The thought sends a chill down your spine.

No, please, let this be the end. You love him endlessly and tirelessly. The sun might grow sick of the day sky, the waves might abandon their shores, mothers might forsake their young, but you’d never stop loving Beomgyu.

But you can’t do this again. Please, let your souls intertwine and become a distant star, far away from everyone and everything, together forever or until the lights in the heavens go out. But not this again.

"It looks like you hit my heart. How ironic is that?" Beomgyu lets out a shuddering laugh before he kisses you again sluggishly. "Don't keep me waiting for long. I’ll miss you. I love you."

“Beomgyu, I–”

He slumps forward, falling limply into your arms.

Wonyoung shrieks, running towards you and taking him from your paralyzed grip. “Call the palace physician. Get him here now!”

The whole court springs into action, trying to save their king and queen. But you know it’s no use. He’s already dead. You know he’s dead. You can’t feel his soul anymore, and you know that soon, you will be too.

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You’re not dead yet. How could you not be dead yet when half your soul is already rotting away? Why are you still clinging onto this miserable world that has lost all its color and beauty with the departure of your loved one? The gods must truly enjoy your suffering to want to prolong it this much.

When the door creaks open, your dying heart gives a weak thump, still foolishly hoping it would somehow be Beomgyu on the other side, back to tell you that he’s okay after all, that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed to be, and that he forgives you for what you had done.

But it wasn’t Beomgyu. No, because you killed him.

It was Taehyun, who now seems to resemble death itself, and for a second you wonder if the gods were playing a particularly cruel joke on you by having your collector take on the form of the man you had betrayed and betrayed the love of your life for.

“Taehyun?” You ask shakily, growing more anxious the longer he hesitates at the door. Startled by your voice, he finally moves, walking towards you with trepidation in his step that is entirely too human. “I’m here.”

He takes your hands in his and you stare down at them, feeling the chasm in your heart pulsating hideously at the touch as if in protest.

"You saved me." He breathes out incredulously, like he can’t believe it. You can’t believe it too.

"You deserve to live." You tell him, matter of fact. Everyone got what they deserved.

"So do you." He proclaims and you smile wistfully. Oh, Taehyun.

"What is going to happen to you now?" You ask him, brushing off his misguided declaration and he frowns, considering whether to push his point or just answer your question.

For now, he answers your question. "I don't know but princess Wonyoung–well, I should say queen Wonyoung now--is allowing me and Kai to return home if we agree to a ceasefire. I don't think she cares about continuing the war anymore. Neither do we."

"Right." With Beomgyu dead and you to follow him, what else is there to fight about?

"It won't be easy dealing with the fallout but–"

"But it's better this way." You finish for him.

"No! How can it be better when I'm losing you?" His voice wavers and you look at him curiously. Is he going to cry for you? After all you’ve done?

"Don't cry over me. I don’t deserve it. I loved him."

"He tricked you. He–"

You squeeze his hands firmly, or as firm as your dwindling strength allows, stopping his empathetic excuses. "I still loved him and you know that. You don’t have to pretend like I’m blameless just because I’m dying. It isn't like you."

"I just…" He trails off, staring down at your joined hands uselessly.

"I still loved him… I loved him and he killed our baby. He didn’t want me to live if he wasn’t going to have me.” You pause, letting out a tired laugh. It was never about protecting your child after all. It was about keeping you. “You know what the sad thing is? I wouldn’t have wanted to live without him either, but he didn’t even give me the choice. He never did.”

Taehyun stays silent and you wonder what is going on inside his head. He must think you’re stupid for expecting anything else from Beomgyu. He must think you deserve it now. He must find you abhorrent for saying you would have killed yourself if Beomgyu hadn’t.

"You should go." You sigh, the breath coming out harder now.

But to your surprise, he shakes his head. “No. I won’t go.” He says, taking out the pearl necklace he was wearing at his failed execution. "I am not going to leave you alone."

He leans forward, trying to wrap the necklace around your neck but you lift your hand up and push it down, shaking your head.

"I won't be alone." You say and he looks at you in confusion. "I'll be with him."

His face changes into the contemptuous expression you've been expecting all this time. "You're choosing him again? I can't even win against his corpse?" He spits out bitterly, taking the necklace back and shoving it in his pocket.

"I killed him for you. What more do you want?” You ask him tiredly. Haven’t you already made the ultimate sacrifice for him? Is even this not enough? Can’t you spend your last moments on alive with the one person who loved you? The person you betrayed for Taehyun? The person who is now cold and stiff on his deathbed, waiting for you to warm him up or grow cold next to him.

He’s so, so cold…

“You know you never even said you loved me once?"

“I did–” He protests but you cut him off. “You’ve never said I love you and meant it.”

He opens his mouth and you hold your breath, the world stilling around you.

Do you want to hear it? Would it make anything better? It would only dig the knife of what could’ve been deeper. What use is it now?

But you do want to hear it. You want to believe that you could’ve had someone else’s love, that you could’ve deserved more than what Beomgyu dictated for you.

But then he shuts his mouth again, furiously wiping away his tears as if it disgusted him to have any evidence of them left.

"Go, Taehyun. I don't want to spend my last few hours on this earth doubting if I am worthy of love or not. At least he loved me. He's the only one who ever did."

And so he leaves–storming away angrily and slamming the door behind him, but he leaves. He always leaves.

Isn’t it time for you to die yet?

In the wake of Taehyun’s furious exit and behind your useless tears, you see Wonyoung enter, a vision of an angel as she floats down towards your deathbed.

"Is there any way I could make you more comfortable?" She asks softly.

"Why are you so nice to me? I killed your brother."

She shakes her head, always so patient despite her grief. "He killed himself when he started all of this."

You don’t get her. How can she be so fine with this when the weight of what you’ve done is killing you faster than the sword they took out of you. "Aren't you angry at me?"

"What use is being angry? Is it going to bring him back?" She asks, finally letting a little edge creep out in her voice, but she quickly reins it back in. "My brother made a lot of mistakes, some he was driven to and some by his own volition, and they all led to where he is right now. It is no use to dwell on it. Why spend your last hours making you answer for sins you've committed together? For sins I was a part of. I killed him as much as you did when I encouraged his unhealthy obsession."

You fall silent for a while, considering her words. She’s right. What use is it dwelling on any of this and leaving him alone? You’re going to die soon so you might as well let go of your guilt. The gods will make you answer for your crimes whether you feel sorry about them or not.

"I want to be with him." You finally say and she nods. “He’d like that.”

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They take you to him, laying you both down on your bed before leaving you alone with only a single candle burning on the bedside table. It’s good. Your souls need the peace.

You look up at your lover’s deathly visage and frown. He used to be so expressive, in happiness, in love, in anger, in madness… never was there such a lively spirit as his, but as you look at him now, you find nothing but emptiness that resounds in your very core. It chills you to the bone as you curl up tighter around him, chasing a warmth that isn’t there anymore.

You don't know what will become of the others now. Will the war really end? Is Wonyoung going to be a good queen? Will Taehyun get remarried? How will Beomgyu be remembered in a hundred years? Will you both be wiped out from the history books?

You hope so. The oblivion of death can’t come soon enough.

Mercifully, you can feel the drug Wonyoung had given you making its way from your faltering heart to your collapsing veins, pulling you into a slumber you know you won’t be waking from.

You smile at the thought, leaning up to kiss the corner of Beomgyu’s lips before whispering one last “I love you.”

And with that, you finally let go.

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A/N: well, it's finally over. make sure to let me know what you thought of the end or i will cry. lol jk but i really really appreciate all the feedback. thank you all for coming on this journey with me. i definitely wouldn't have been able to finish this fic if it weren't for all your support ❤️

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mint-yooxgi · 5 months

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I did not see your drabbles being closed again, so may I please make a request? You can pick whoever you want (do not follow kpop, just love you) with a soft yandere and slight dollification? Like a dude doing the little things while watching you with the most enamored, dopey expression. Ex: brushing/drying your hair while you do your skincare, making sure the blankets are around you even when he's only half awake to roll over, head in his hands listening with rapt attention to celebrity gossip you read. Disregard this or change whatever you want. Please and thank you!!

"You're doing it again..." You sigh, chuckling lightly as you shake your head.

"Doing what?" Soobin hums, his head resting in his hand as he watches you. His eyes shine with nothing but tender love and affection, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in the corners in amusement.

"Staring at me like that." A small warmth begins to bloom on your cheeks as you avert your gaze to the side.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "I just enjoy hearing what you have to say."

"Sometimes I swear you're more content with staring at me than listening to me ramble on about Jongyeon's new haircut, or how this next comeback really fits Jihyo's style."

"I could listen to you speak all day," Soobin replies honestly, sitting up fully as he smiles so gently at you.

"Were you even listening, though?" You question, testing him.

"Misamo's comeback was styled nicely, but you felt the song was lacking a key component. It fell flat for you. However, while you enjoyed Jihyo's solo debut, again, it felt like she was being limited as an artist." He sits perfectly straight as he replies, intertwining his fingers together as if he were responding to an inquiry in a formal interview. "You're also revelling in all the nods to other groups in Stray Kid's new music video."

Both your eyebrows raise in shock, surprise he had even been listening at all.

"Though, I prefer when you're not fawning over Felix's blue hair and deep voice, I appreciate your admiration." Soobin tilts his head slightly as he says this, a grimace resting on his features. Then, a large grin is taking over. "Makes me think you talk about me in the same ways when I'm not around."

His words make you splutter, cheeks flaring with heat. "I don't!"

"Mmhmm," his eyes shine with clear amusement as he stands. "Come on, let's get ready for bed."

Offering his hand out to you, Soobin nearly shudders pleasantly as he feels your skin grace his own. Every touch is like a personal paradise for him, and he is grateful every time you grace him with your voice, your touch, and your thoughts. Simply, he revels in you.

Carefully, he leads you upstairs and to the bedroom, running a bath for the both of you. He helps you into the tub, slipping in behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. Not even a moment later, he begins washing you gently.

"You know I can do this myself, Soob," you mumble, relaxing further into his touch.

"I know," comes his gentle reply. "I just enjoy taking care of My Baby."

A soft smile tugs at your lips, and all too soon, he's helping you towel off as the water drains from the tub.

Hushed whispers, and quiet words are exchanged between the both of you as you prepare for bed. Like usual, Soobin pulls back the covers for you, making sure you're tucked in before sliding in on your opposite side.

Every night, you turn to face each other, and every night, he never fails to trace your features gently with the tips of his fingers. Tonight is no exception.

The silence around you both seems to swell beneath his tender gaze, and you end up fidgeting beneath the covers. "You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" Soobin repeats his words from earlier, his hand resting on your cheek, cradling your face in his one hand.

"Staring at me like I'm worth more than the sun, moon, and all the stars." You mumble, turning to hide your face slightly in the pillow to hide your bashfulness.

"That's because, to me," he hums softly, his thumb tracing over your skin, "you are."

#ask #yandere soobin #yandere txt #yandere tomorrow x together #soobin drabble #txt drabbles #tomorrow x together drabbles #drabbles

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wolfytae-exe · 1 month

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i just realized people on this app think of yandere aus as an overly obsessed toxic idol who will fuck reader cause “you’re mine” and not overly obsessed deranged capable of murder idol who will lock reader in their basement and torture the people who looked at them wrong because “you’re mine.”

one of us are wrong and it’s NOT ME.

#cici is rambling again #cici is being a freak again #txt hard hours #txt yandere au #tomorrow x together yandere

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sunflwryu · 9 months

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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

#yandere txt #txt yandere #tomorrow x together #txt #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #txt yeonjun #yandere yeonjun #txt imagines #txt fanfic #txt fanfiction #yandere kpop

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cheegu3 · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 - 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

genre; smut, yandere, one-shot

summary; your boyfriend isn’t a fan of you going out, and he always intends on showing it by punishments, this time his method is a bit different however...

wc; 1.1k

pairing; bf!beomgyu x f.m reader

warning; jealous!beomgyu, yandere themes, humiliation kink, degrading, mentions of physical violence, swearing, name-calling, possessiveness, slight non-con, oral!m.receiving

note; an idea I came up with randomly

A dissatisfied groan was the first thing you heard once you stepped into your apartment.

Without turning around, you knew that your boyfriend would be sitting there in the dark - glaring, green with jealousy.

He was sexy when he was jealous.

His jaw would be clenched, hair messy from being ran through with his hands that were shaking from anger. Then, if he was wearing his usual suit, his jacket would be off, showing his muscles through the tight-fitted white shirt, which had in the process of his fury gotten its top buttons undone; a tie if he had worn one that day, thrown to the side.

'' You bitch '' he spat.

But it happened so often, you were starting to get sick of it. In the beginning it was the perfect reason to have rough, jealous sex but then as you saw the more sinister side of your boyfriend, it had turned into a sort of punishment.

Even if he was angry and made you please him in return for his insatiable rage, it wasn't worth not going out over.

A few minutes on your knees to satisfy the monster was worth it when you could see your friends. If he one day decided that you weren't allowed to anymore, your life would be a misery.

So, you dropped your bag and took off your coat, entering the bedroom, from where he had been watching you through the open door.

With a tired sigh, you got down on your knees and momentarily saw him smirk. You only glared at him, thinking that he used these kind of situations to his benefit but in reality he wasn't even that angry now - he looked like he enjoyed it.

Beomgyu watched you as you pulled down his pants, his eyes zeroing in on you as he felt very pleased with his little idea he had come up with. It made him unable to hide his smile again, spreading across his face, but you probably thought it was for different reasons.

You took him into your mouth and started going to work when he caught you off guard by talking.

'' Did you go with your co-workers? ''

Your eyebrows knit together in annoyance. He seriously wanted to have a conversation while your mouth was stuffed with his dick? You hummed in response, rolling your eyes slightly to tell him to shut up.

He sighed contently, eyes shutting as your hum vibrated through his body.

'' Who was it with, that girl you sit close to and...'' he trailed off, licking his lips.

You got eye-contact with him now, despite the humiliating position he'd look down at you in.

'' That guy? ''

Beomgyu turned his head to the right where one of the walls separating you from your neighbour was. It was a newbie at your work. A young guy who was around the same age as you and someone you got on with very well.

Your eyes teared up as he jerked his hips forward slightly, although his eyes were still big and innocent.

The irritation had ten-folded since he spoke for the first time. It was clear from then, that this time your punishment session would be very different from usual.

Naturally that fact made you feel a bit uneasy. There was no telling what your unstable boyfriend might make you do instead of this task he had apparently noticed you found too easy for his liking now.

You nodded, pulling back slightly in fears of him pushing you down to make you choke again.

Your boyfriend mirrored you, nodding as his lips pursed and he watched you through heavy eyelids. It was hard to read him, you weren't sure what he was thinking or what he would do.

Maybe he would hurt you physically again like he did that one time he was the angriest you had ever seen him. That blank and unreadable face Beomgyu wore now was similar to the one he wore then, right before hurting you.

But he didn't have plans on doing that - at least not physically.

You watched as he smirked again, the anxiety making your heart pound against your chest wildly; he threw his head back unexpectedly and moaned into the silence.

You halted your movements. Beomgyu had never been vocal during sex before.

His head snapped back up to send you a death glare, hands buried in your hair as he pulled you back down without a word.

Hesitantly you continued, moving your head up and down his length. He groaned silently again, but when he saw you look at him the corners of his lips twitched as he threw his head back for a second time, his back now laying on the mattress - and a series of loud grunts and moans left him.

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you still continued. Maybe he wanted to show how good you were doing today?

The real reason however, dawned on you as you noticed him turn his head towards the wall as he closed his eyes and pressed out loud, breathy moans; an open mouthed smile adorning his face.

You jumped on top of him and clutched his shirt, almost choking him from the hold.

'' What the fuck do you think you're doing? '' you said, half-whispering.

'' What do you mean, babe? '' he pouted, making you want to punch his stupid face playing all innocent.

'' You're never loud, why now? Do you really think I'm that stupid? '' your voice grew a bit louder as anger was radiating through you.

Beomgyu chuckled amusedly.

'' I'm guessing that's a rhetorical question ''

You scoffed in disbelief, pushing him away harshly as you let go of his shirt.

He sat up a bit more now, leaning on his forearms as he looked up at you, enjoying the look of distress and embarrassment painting your features.

Seems he had succeeded

'' Why? Why gyu- I just don't understand '' you threw you hands up, eyes back on him again.

Anger replaced his nonchalant expression. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he sat up fully, coming dangerously close to your face.

'' You didn't tell him you have a boyfriend ''

You blinked at him.

'' Wha- ''

'' I watched you '' he interjected, shaking his head while his eyes narrowed '' You fucking, bitch '' he swore under his breath.

'' All night, and you didn't even mention me once ''

Your heart sank as a million thoughts rushed through your head.

'' You...watched me? ''

Horror dawned on your face and you immediately tried creating some distance between you and your boyfriend as tears of fear clouded your vision.

'' I can do whatever I want '' he stated blankly, unfazed by your apparent fear of him.

'' Now '' Beomgyu came up to the top of the bed where you were sitting, his hands cupping your cheek which was now stained with crystalline tears. '' You will scream my name. Loud enough for that bastard to hear ''

Your whole body started shaking as you avoided his eyes.

'' Since my stupid little bitch didn't want to tell him then. I'll make you tell him now who you belong to ''

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #kpop scenarios #kpopidol #kpop #kpop imagines #yandere tomorrow x together #beomgyu yandere #beomgyu #yandere beomgyu #kpop smut #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic

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linos-luna · 9 months

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Tantrums 🔪

Yandere!Soobin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, manipulation

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“Me! You only go out with me!”

“Soobin, calm down—”

“No!” Your boyfriend snapped back at you.

“Baby, I only went out to see my cousin…”

“Without me?!” He pouted while crossing his arms. “Noona, why wouldn’t you take me?!”

Truthfully your family weren’t exactly fond of him. He was kind and sweet but way too clingy. But you didn’t want to tell him that.

“Soobin… I’m not doing this right now…” You sighed while getting up from the couch, grabbing your purse and heading for the door.

“Where are you going?!”

“I just need some space to think. You need to chill out.” You said with a frown.

“No!” Soobin said while grabbing your hand. “You can’t just leave!”

“I’m coming back…”

“No you can’t leave!” He said while tugging your arm.

“Stop it, your acting like a child!”

“Don’t leave!” He said while pulling your arm. “No no no!”

“Soo—”

“You only go out with me!!” He said now stomping his feet. “Only with me!”

Here it goes… he’s throwing another tantrum.

You try and ignore him by opening the door when you hear a sudden thud.

This tall man really threw himself on the floor and was holding onto your ankle while screaming nonstop.

“Soobin!”

“You can’t leave! I don’t want you to leave!”

“Stop it!”

“Stay here! Don’t leave! No!!” He continued crying while holding on tight to your ankle and kicking his legs.

God, this was embarrassing… hopefully no neighbors see.

He was getting obnoxiously loud and you finally gave in.

“Okay! Okay!” You said while shaking your leg. “I’m not going anywhere!”

“What?” He stopped and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You sighed while closing the door.

You kneeled to pet his hair and wipe his tears. He’s like a spoiled brat but you always give in. Why?

“Noona….” He said quietly as you helped him up. Acting as if he didn’t just cause a whole scene. “I wanna watch a movie with you.”

“Baby, im a little tired—…”

You could tell by the look on his face that he was ready to throw himself on the floor again so you ended up agreeing.

Soon you were both on the couch, watching a movie on Netflix. A bowl of popcorn was on the coffee table and you were resting your head on his chest. You weren’t paying much attention to the movie. Instead you were half asleep.

Soobin, on the other hand, sat there with a satisfied grin. Sure, throwing a literal tantrum is odd and childish, a bit embarrassing as well, but he loved how it got you to do whatever he wanted. If he doesn’t get his way, he’ll just throw a tantrum. It’s a clever act he puts on He knows what he’s doing. Besides, Noona will always feel bad for her baby boy.

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lovesick-wonderland · 11 months

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Thinking about fox hybrid! Yeonjun and his cute bunny hybrid....

Pairings: Fox Hybrid! Yeonjun x Bunny Hybrid! Reader

Warnings: 18+, hybrids, yandere yeonjun, corruption kink, perv! yeonjun, possessive yeonjun, obsessive yeonjun, gender neutral y/n, touchy feely, oblivious y/n, clingy yeonjun, minor dacryphilia?

Minors please DNI

Fox Hybrid! Yeonjun who thinks you're cute, floppy bunny ears and hands hiding your reddened cheeks and eyes when he flirts with you. He thinks you're so innocent, doe eyes gazing up at him in wonder as he talks. He's touchy too, always placing a hand on your body, whether it's your waist, your hand, or your thigh. He always finds a way to cuddle, absentmindly drawing circles into your skin, burying his face into your neck and subtly inhaling your scent, or stroking your head. Sometimes he even bites you, playful nips into your arms and neck, enjoying how you jump and squirm in his arms whenever you feel his teeth sink in. He hopes it'll leave a mark.

You're so naive, thinking he's just being nice and that there's no other intentions behind it because 'it's Yeonjun! He has so many options and flirts with anyone with a pulse." Dumb bunny doesn't know the glare he gives other hybrids when they even as much look at you, even his bandmates. He wants to take you away from everyone and keep you for himself only, finding himself getting angry whenever he even imagines you giving others any sort of attention, especially the same wide-eyed innocent look you give him. Even if you do notice, you brush it off, thinking it's because Yeonjun must have a personal grudge, never thinking it's because of you. Yeonjun, who whines and pouts when you give attention to others in front of him, quickly stealing your attention and eventually dragging you away from others as you give an apologetic smile.

Fox Hybrid! Yeonjun who gives you his clothes to wear, loving how it drapes over your body. More importantly, loving how you smell like him, how he's leaving his scent on you. He tries to be subtle when he scents you by rubbing his face and tail against your body while cuddling. Now the other hybrids won't touch you, since they can smell him, he thinks. He wants you to smell his scent too, to be just as obsessed with him as you are with you, but cute bunny has absolutely no idea about his intentions, only taking Yeonjun sharing his clothes as him being nice and styling you.

Fox Hybrid! Yeonjun who you ask about your missing clothes first. Lately, you've been unable to find some pieces of clothing like your cardigan, shirts, sweaters and even some of your underwear. You're distressed when you come to him when you can't find your favorite article of clothing. You're on the verge of tears because you just can't seem to remember where you last put them, that you're upset that it's gone missing. Yeonjun's stomach twists into knots of excitement upon seeing your tears roll down your cheeks, holding back his urge to coo at you. It's Yeonjun that shushes you and tells you it's okay, that he'll just buy you a new one as he cuddles you and strokes your head. Of course you don't know that he's been collecting your clothing, nose buried in favorite article of clothing, fucking desperately into his fist wishing it was you. He's never able to last long doing this, always cumming fast with a choked groan, whole body tensing, cum spurting on his abs as he rides out his high. He's only able to get off properly when he can still smell you on it, orgasms never as intense when your scent fades.

Fox Hybrid! Yeonjun who becomes so sexually frustrated he brings back home another bunny hybrid to fuck. He imagines it's you he's fucking, your adoring yet fearful eyes gazing at him as you ask him if it'll fit, after all bunnies and foxes aren't supposed to mate. He imagines bending you into the mating press, cock pummeling your insides as you shed tears from the pleasure, clinging onto him and crying his name so sweetly. He imagines cumming in you, marking you inside out. The hookup leaves him craving more of you, his appetite becoming increasingly insatiable. He's tired of collecting your things and fucking others, he needs you.

Fox Hybrid! Yeonjun who's possessive and obsessive over his cute little clueless bunny hybrid.

#tomorrow by together #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt x reader #yandere kpop #yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #tw: corruption kink #hybrid!txt #hybrid!yeonjun #hybrid! reader #yandere txt

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pieroulette · 11 months

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YANDERE FAIRY! TAEHYUN HEADCANONS 🍷🍒

author's note.. i was just watching sugar rush ride an hour ago and suddenly wanted to write yandere! taehyun 😭😭 anyways I want to grow my yandere collection as well (〒﹏〒)

warning.. dead cat being eaten- yandere behaviours..

despite being ill, you were adamant to chase after your auntie's cat who somehow lose a screw in her brain to suddenly sprint through the woods before your eyes.

the path to the woods were surrounded with branches that scrape against your frail arms and knees, only hissing at every contact for your mind has sent upon on finding your precious cat

though as you keep pushing through and through, the still trees seems to put your head in a dazed.

the ground beneath you pushing you down, resulting on your unconsciousness

when you woke up, you were met with the sight of lush pink hair and mysterious eyes staring deep into your soul. "pretty."

"uhm? who are you.." pushing your exhausted body away from the crouching boy in front of you.

he didn't answer, only curiosity spiraling in his fluttering orbs

his odd appearance intrigued you, for he reminds you of the characters you read in fairy tale books, like peter pan.

but as much as he pique your interest, fear blended with it as well.

you remain silent as you push yourself back up, his eyes still hovering on you. for a good moment, you thought he was a lifeless doll that somehow appears before you.

"where are you going, little miss?"

you swore your blood run cold when he finally spoke, gulping your saliva down your throat as you turn your head over your shoulder to look at those eyes once again.

"t-to find my cat.." stuttering, huh? you mentally cussed yourself for making yourself look like an easy prey. "just go away! why are you even looking at me like this??"

you sprint ahead, wanting nothing more but to avoid the pink haired boy. as the leaves crunched beneath your shivering feet, your eyebrows furrowed at the thought that the boy was probably not a human.

shaking the thought away, a meow from the distance perked your ears. relief washes over your soul when you recognise it as your aunt's cat call for help.

however as soon as you arrive to the source of the noise, your eyes shot wide open at the sight of the pink haired boy once again—this time with crimson shades dripping down his long fingers and down the corners of his cherry lips.

your scream echoed through the odd shades of the trees surrounding you.

your cat, a corpse by now, dangling on the tight grip of the pink haired boy as he hummed in delight, lapping his tongue against his lower lip. "you came again."

"m-my cat! what did you do?! you're insane!" you were unable to process the horrendous scene before you, ruffling your nails against your head in attempts to soothe your rampant heart.

"huh? your cat?" he looks down to the tiny corpse on the ground, giggling as his eyebrows raised upon the thought. "sorry! i didn't know, my bad.."

your rattling orbs froze when his nose brushes against your cheek, hot breathe brushing your neck causing shiver running down your spine. all happening in a split second.

"you'll forgive me right?"

"what?!"

"i said.. you'll forgive me right?" soft pink strands almost covering his guilty orbs yet expressionless face.

"how can i?!" you cried out, pushing him away harshly on his chest, tears flooding your eyes as your vision fell upon your cat's corpse. "you're fucking insane— get lost..! get lost!"

"i wasn't asking." the pink haired boy frowned, tilting his head as he did so. seemingly amused by your hysterical state. "it was an order, little miss."

"who do you think you are?!"

"your lover."

speechless, you have no desire to entertain the incarnation of insanity before you. deciding to let it go despite the ache gripping your heart.

however, it doesn't seem as if the pink haired boy had any intentions to let you go, though. opting to prevent you from going away by tugging your hair down much to your shriek of pain, "what do you think you're doing?! let me go you bastard!"

"i just think i had to tame you down a tiny bit, love."

"i am not your lover! you moron! let me go!"

"huh.. why?" the boy let out a dejected sigh, tightening his grip on your hair—pulling you closer to his chest. "i was being kind to you, by giving you a nice offer."

you whimpered in utter pain.

"i guess what they say was true," lifting your chin with his other hand, forcing you to meet his doe eyes. "humans are ungrateful."

"fuck you." you spat out.

he giggled at your face, "how about this..?" he hummed as he looks down at your lifeless cat.

"you seem really sad to see your pet being gone. would you like to be my pet instead, then?"

"you're insane! just who do you think you are?!"

"my name's taehyun." a menacing smirk adorned the pink haired boy's cherry lips as he leaned closer, "say hi to your new master, pet."

#txt oneshots #txt scenarios #txt reactions #txt fanfic #txt #txt taehyun #taehyun x reader #txt x reader #yandere txt #txt headcanons #tomorrow x together #kang taehyun #txt imagines #txt fluff #tomorrow x together x reader

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aestheticpluto · 5 months

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𝗔𝗹𝗹'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿 ❝ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ❞

T. W :- None [:D] Summery:- ''𝗔𝗹𝗹'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿''

Feeling the chains tighten against your wrist you failed escape....once again ''Give up already'' he hissed glaring at you ''It's so pathetic to see you like this'' he added as his hand caressed your chin, you felt weak against his supposed affection '' But nonetheless'' he sighed standing up, his tall, slander figure towering against your frighten figure that was sitting in the corner ''I'll bring some water'' he said and left the room...leaving you in the cold and dark basement.

''Feeling better?'' he asked putting the glass aside of the floor ''Hmm?'' he hummed after not getting his response, you hesitantly nodded avoiding looking into his eyes ''You'll be able to come back upstairs once you start behaving again'' he patted your head and began to play with your hair ''I love you'' he whispered with hint of blush around his nose ''No you don't'' the room fell into dead silence as you spoke, all the winds that were howling in your ear suddenly stopped ''Pardon?'' he looked at you with a puzzle face ''I said you don't love me'' you repeated glaring with your [e/c] colored eyes ''What makes you say that?'' he chuckled pissing you even further ''Everything...Everything you do and say it's either a threat or forced affection'' you paused ''And that's not Love it's obsession a dark twisted obsession'' you added clenching your fist

''You know my love there is this one quote that fascinates me and it's '𝗔𝗹𝗹'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿' so according to that quote everything is fair when it's come to love'' he replied as his smile grew wider watching your face turn into a scowl ''So now my dearest it's better you take rest and calming think about this silly argument'' he made you lay on the mattress and kissed your forehead ''I love you'' he whispered once again with his signature smile ''Fuck you'' you replied ''I love you more'' he chuckled with mocking grin ''Ugh'' you groaned and closed your eyes not wanting to see his face.

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el-hawthorne · 2 years

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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

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