★Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem! Reader.★
---slow burn, obsession, College AU!, pinning, eventual stalker, Fluff/eventual smut????/there is a sprinkle of angst. ---
4.4k wrds. CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER ONE
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Hyunjin sat in his usual corner of the stage, watching as the others milled about excitedly, busy with their individual roles. Or rather, watching just one person.
Y/n was too busy taking measurements for Chan's suit to notice his eyes following her every move. The way her lips pressed into a thin line as she focused, the slight furrow of her brow, The carefully delicate movements of her fingers along the fabric-
“Hey, Look at you, all cleaned up today!” Changbin’s booming voice shook him from his trance, looking around just in time to see his roommate coming over to slump unceremoniously to the ground next to him.
Hyunjin was startled out of his visions, looking to the intrusion- pardon me- best friend who spoke. “Huh? Oh- yea! Uh, thought, maybe, I should get it together I guess.” Hyunjin shrugged trying to be casual about the situation. “And, thank you for dragging me here. I genuinely am having a good time” the man smiled shyly. Changbin was beside himself with pride.
“Of course! I care about you, and I know the breakup was harsh, but-” Binnie mulled over his words carefully “-I am glad you are here too.” slapping his hand on Hyunjins shoulder only to get up and replace where Chan had been earlier.
As if planned out, Chan made his way over to sit next to Hyunjin.
“So, have you thought about what song you’re going to audition with?” He asked, leaning back on his hands.
“Ehh. not really, I’m not exactly well versed in musicals.” Hyunjin replied, eyes slipping back to Y/n every now and then as he spoke.
“If you want, I can give you some suggestions that would fit your voice,” Chan offered. “Though you’re pretty good at singing already, so it shouldn’t be too big of a deal for you.”
“I guess,” Hyunjin shrugged self-consciously. Chan had been trying to get Hyunjin to join his band ever since freshmen year, but Hyunjin had always found an excuse to dodge out of it. Now that they were working on the musical together, Chan was finally getting his way and getting to work with Hyune on music. “Thanks, hyung.”
“Of course, happy to help!” The elder said happily, pushing back to his feet and wandering over to break up an argument between Minho and Jisung before they got too loud.
“Hey, Hyunjin?” His head whipped around at the sound of his name, zeroing in on the owner of the voice instantly.
“Could I get your measurements? For the costumes.” She said, feeling the need to clarify, even though he’d been here all afternoon as she’d done the same for the rest of the cast.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” He replied, quickly getting to his feet and coming over to her.
He bit his lip, feeling his heartbeat quicken as she stepped up behind him, drawing the tape measure across the expanse between his shoulders.
He let his eyes fall shut, trying not to get carried away by such a simple, completely innocent action- “oh god, why does she smell so good?”
The past two weeks of rehearsals had been a complicated whirlwind of emotions for Hyunjin. There had been the nerves and anxiety of learning the almost completely unknown medium of musical theatre, the familiar stress and comfort of being around his friends, but there had also been the growing - something he felt towards Y/n.
He didn’t know if it was infatuation or just just an intense appreciation for the woman, but what he did know was that she was all he seemed able to focus on whenever she was around.
“So, just uh stand there please-” busy in her own thoughts, she bit down on the pencil between her teeth to grabbing the paper she was jotting down notes on. “You wearing lifts?” looking at Hyunjin not caring if this would be taken as a compliment or insult.
“Umm, yeah.” He answered quietly, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “Just small ones though…”
“Listen- I don’t care if you are. I just need to know how tall you are.”
“181 centimeters.” He mumbled. Y/n nods writing it down, truly not giving a single fuck. Moving the tape measure around his body like vines that he wished to suffocate him.
“Uh- so you know what part you want yet?” she asks making small talk noticing his eyes not leaving her frame since coming over. Slightly overthinking, does he not blink? Does he find her ugly? Is he uncomfortable?? “Turn around please?” Y/n asks in the most formal of Korean that she knows.
“Oh, sure.” He turned around quickly. “And no, I-I don’t know, I figured I’d just take whatever Seungmin suggested to me.”
“Mmh- cool…” the tension building in the silence was intense. Just sticking to her job, Y/n didn’t make eye contact with the man next to her unless she had to. “Are you comfortable with no shirt? Like- for the production…I mean…In case you get casted as some of the main roles.” Blinking up at him briefly to check his answer on her paper. “If you get casted as Harker, Dracula, or one other part there is a lot of uh” Her hands go up to her chest making a pulling motion “- open torso” cringing at her own verbage.
“Oh,” Hyunjin felt his face heat slightly at the question, trying to avert his eyes from where her hands lingered against her chest. “I-I guess so? Okay with it, I mean. I didn’t know that that was a thing in this production.”
“Well- it's Seungmin so probably given his uh- need to stick hands in places- But if you aren’t comfortable with it, I can get a modesty panel if you want. It looks just like a chest, is like this nylon material so it gives the illusion of being topless. That is also a option- a lot of girls get one if there is a sex scene.” Rattling on modesty options for Hyunjin trying to fill the space with something other than sparks.
“Ahh, I… I think I’ll be okay. Without one, I mean.” Hyunjin said distractedly, hyper aware of all of her movements. “I don’t mind going shirtless.”
“Cool- uh do you have any questions for me? Also are you allergic to any fibers? Latex, cotton, polyester- legit anything even a mild scratchy thing I should know is important.” Keeping herself in ‘work mode’.
“Not that I know of.” He replied, staring at her for a moment before speaking again. “Who- what role do you think I should audition for?”
She looked up. “Huh?” What was he asking her for?
“I mean, you seem to know a lot about all of this,” He explained quickly. “I don’t wanna waste everyone's time auditioning for someone if I don’t have a shot.”
Her head tilts, “um well you are friends with us right? Or them at least? You’ll probably get casted no matter what, but I dunno- you could audition and not get anyone. It really depends on how it goes. Sorry- I’m rambling. You should audition probably for whoever you want.” Y/n shrugs “-who knows it may surprise you.” smiling at him as she starts to roll up her measuring tape.
“Yeah, it might…” He agreed, still staring down at her, watching the way her eyes danced around, avoiding his own. Why though?
Her eyes flickered to his then back at her hands and the task she was attempting. “-Every guy goes after the main parts. Dracula, Van Helsing…” She notes something on her paper. “You know what voice part you are? If you like singing higher should go for dracula-”
“I can sing higher, yeah… Do you think that would suit me?” He asked in spite of himself. Why was he so desperate to know what she wanted him to be?
“Uh- sure-? I’ve never heard you sing before so I can’t exactly give you a direct answer. Apologizes for not being super great help in this matter- uh…But if you don’t get casted I know Felix is always looking for a techie…” trying to give a positive spin on a unknown fate. Not completely sure why he is so adamant on her opinion, when Chan or Han would be better suited to this line of questioning.
“I think I’ll try for Dracula then, and don’t be so harsh on yourself, you’ve been more help than you know.” He said earnestly, offering her a small grin, finding the faint bloom of color in her cheeks as she spoke charming.
She blinks at him for a moment, only to open her mouth wanting to speak and nothing come out. She pauses and gathers her notes and with a bow walks over to Seungmin keeping her head down trying to hide the faint colour growing into full bloom.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Hyunjin watched her walk away wordlessly, the small grin on his face spreading into a full blown smile. ‘Fuck, she’s cute when she’s nervous’
Did he make her nervous? The thought made him feel a way that he hadn’t in a long time.
Maybe this production was a better idea than he thought, he mused to himself, at least if it meant that he got to see Y/n more.
“SOLAARRRR THE NEW GUY KEEPS LOOKING AT ME WEEIIIRD!!!” Y/n whined flopping back against the wall dramatically as her and her main female friends stayed in the light room to hide away from the main group of people.
“You think every guy looks at you weird.” She teased, sitting next to her.
“Cuz they do!!” Y/n stamps her foot going to sulk in a chair. “Not my fault I attract wackjobs-”
“Hey, I take offence to that.” Hwasa pipped up, earning a pointed look from Y/n.
“You’d think 3rd year in college that I’d have a plan for this but no- I don’t. Are yall gonna audition this year? I know Moony said no..”
“I don’t know, I might? I think Hwa said she would, right hon?”
“Mhm, I’m auditioning for Lucy.” Hwasa nodded from her perch on one of the spare chairs that’d been dragged into the room.
“OOOO You’d make a great Lucy- I can see it now- You in the dress she wears prancing about the stage~ Flirting with all the people making them all confused~” Y/n giggled.
“That’s what she does already.” Wheein sniggered, dodging a slap on the arm from her friend.
“Did you see we have a new girl? Ryujin?? I think is her name??” Y/n asked. “Do yall’ know her?”
“She’s in my history class, but I don’t know her super well, we’ve only spoke a few times.” Solar said. “She seems nice enough.”
Y/n nods, taking her phone out, trying to ignore the dreamy sighs escaping from her four friends looking down onto the auditorium. “Who you gauking at now?” Solar and Wheein turn and smirk. “Whos that guy you measured last? Mh?? Seems real friendly with Chan…” Knowing Y/n had a late summer crush on one Bang Christopher Chan.
“Oh hush- it's some new guy- Hwang Hyunjin?”
“Mmh, he’s cute.” Wheein commented appreciatively, watching as the man in question sat talking with Felix and Jeongin.
“He’s the one that I was saying is acting weird!” Y/n said.
“Weird how?” Hwasa asked, coming over to get a look at the subject of their conversation. “Damn, he’s tall.”
“181 centimeters.” Y/n mumbled, remembering back to earlier. “He isn’t tall- he wears lifts….” not looking away from her phone.
Hwasa and Moonbyul’s head whipped around to their friend, sharing a knowing glance.
Y/n as bright and kind as she is, seemed rather put off by the new person in the space. This could only mean one thing.
She likes him…
“Oh really?” Moonbyul mused, coming to sit next to y/n again. “What else do you know about him?”
“Uh….I think he was sad or like, depressed? Came the first day like someone killed his dog and now uh-” Y/n leaned up to look through the window that looked down on the auditorium. “-Wears cologne and a couple seasons old versace.”
“Mhm,” Solar nodded along, “What kind of cologne? Is it like rich grandpa cologne or frat boy?”
“What the fuck are you on about?” Hwasa asked.
“It says a lot about their personality!”
“I don’t know! I didn’t smell him you weirdo- he just wears cologne unlike some people who don’t have a obvious- why are we talking about this?! He’s just a guy! A weird guy that kept staring at me…” Unmistakabily watching the group of mens movements on the floor, Hyunjin talking to Chan and Jisung. The girls around her all had their own reactions, but one thing was true they could agree on- Y/n deserved a guy to look at her and maybe after some reconnaissance about who this Hyunjin was, he would be just the guy to do so. “Whats so special about him anyway…” Y/n mumbled to herself.
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Meanwhile, Hyunjin sat contemplating the same thing down below on the stage, completely unaware of the observation he was under.
“So, what’s with y/n? She seems… nice” He asked Chan awkwardly, trying not to seem overly interested.
Chan looked up from his riffeling of papers. “Y/n? Yea! She is nice, really one of the people to get us together when we need a nudge.” Han rolled his eyes butting in, “More like a shove~ Mr. insomniac over here called her all summer when she went home to America so he wouldn’t be ‘lonely’”. Chan glared at Jisung but he continued anyway. “-She is from America, a Y/A/S (your astrology sign), Minho and Seungmin were in a class together with her a couple years ago and she was having a hard time. Got her to join theatre and we’ve been better for it.”
Hyunjin nodded along, trying to ignore the twisting sensation he felt in his gut at Jisungs mention of Chan and her being so close. Were they something? He didn’t think so, Chan would’ve said something before now, he was never good at keeping things from the rest of the group.
‘Wait, why do I care?’ Hyunjin blinked, trying to clear his head. What did it matter to him if she was seeing someone, she wasn’t anything to him, right?
“So you guys are close?” He heard himself asking. What the fuck?!
Chan sighed. “We are? But not dating- I always thought she was into women? To be honest? Which thats fine, whatever makes her happy. She just has this thing that makes her easy to talk to, I mean she is group mom for a reason. Call her when you get sick, you have some important homework to do…” Chan paused looking over Hyunjin, choosing his words carefully. “I didn’t think I was her type and I don’t think she’s mine? But I know…she might be yours~ Why do you wanna know about Y/n all of a sudden?”
“Who said anything about types? I was just asking because everyone else seemed to know her.” Hyunjin said defensively, stifling down the faint surge of relief that he felt from Chan's words.
Chan nodded, choosing not to press too much on the subject, but he saw the glint in Hyunjin’s eye. He knew there was more to his question than he wanted to admit.
“I wanted to offer you some songs though-” Chan handed Hyunjin some music sheets. “No pressure, just some songs you could audition with if you wanted to. You don’t have to audition.” Letting a reassuring smile cress his face. Jisung looked up to the tech room window to see faces peeking out and he chuckled to himself. “What did you two talk about while she was getting your measurements? Her face was pink when she got up to talk to us~” the shorter male grinned at his own teasing. Unable to sit in a chair normally, he readjusted to crouch down on it very similar to his animal sake.
“Um, not much, just stuff about the costumes… and what roles I might try out for.” Hyunjin responded, feeling his own face warm slightly. “Was her face pink? I didn’t notice.” liar.
“Mhm, and she’s not one to blush super easy, trust me I’ve tried. I wondered if you had flirted with her or something.” Jisung said, grinning at his friend.
“N-no, I didn’t do anything-”
“Han quit being an ass.” Chan caught the younger man by the back of his hoodie. “And I’d hardly call what you do flirting.”
“Hey, it got me Minho!” Jisung defended himself.
“Like hell it did.” Minho happened to approach at that moment. “I went out with you in spite of your flirting game.”
Jisung gasped in faux offence with a pout in his lips that Minho kissed away. “Hey baby-” Was mumbled by the taller man only to address the group next “Why are we talking about Y/n? She okay?”
It was Chans turn to roll his eyes “Hyunjin was asking about her and Han was being a dick-”
Minho nodded “So- normal then?”
“Yep”
“Got it…If you wanna go out with Y/n-”
“Who said I wanted to go out with Y/n?!” Hyunjin exclaimed.
“If you did, you are barking up the wrong tree, she doesn’t date. At least not since she’s moved to Korea as far as I know.” Minho said nonchalantly leaning on the chair Han was on. “Now she could just be the best fucking liar I’ve ever seen, but-” he shrugged leaving what was unsaid, unsaid.
A spark, like flint to steel, something happened inside Hyunjins chest. Something he couldn’t explain. His eyes fell to the music sheets Chan had given him. Letting all these thoughts run in his head over and over again.
Did he want to go out with y/n? Is that what had been swirling in his head for the past few weeks? It wasn’t implausible, she was pretty, really, really pretty actually, but all he knew was that there was something about her that seemed to continually draw him in, desiring to be closer to her, to know more about her.
“This has been- great…” Hyunjin smiled, showing his displeasure over his friends interrogation. “But, I have songs to practice!”
Raising the papers in the air as his ‘get out of jail free’ card. He knew they meant well, but it was almost intolerable seeing not only Chan maybe had something with a girl he might maybe be interested in, but the old married couple that was Han Jisung and Lee Minho. He had to get away. Find space for himself maybe, somewhere to sort out his thoughts.
the stairwell
It was perfect, a large window illuminated the upper floors, flooding the lower ones with light. It was quiet, calm, he often found himself seeking solace in the settling of the university from this shaft of ultraviolet light. Sneaking in he sat on a section of stair and truly looked at the papers in his hand.
“Soul of a man,” he vaguely remembered hearing that one during a karaoke night with some of the guys after Chan had a few too many drinks.
“I’m bad news, a black a blues-er, what a loser, a merry-go-round spiralling down, I’m all used up, chaffed and chewed up, who’s just screwed up-”
No. He flipped through a few more of the songs Chan had given him.
“Dancing through life,” He wasn’t familiar with that one but he skimmed the lyrics regardless.
“Dancing through life, skimming the surface, gliding where turf is smooth, life’s more painless for the brainless, why think too hard?-”
Nope. He let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly as he flipped through a few more pages, feeling more frustrated as he went. None of these were right, he either didn’t know them of they didn;t match his personality-
“Johanna,” He paused. He vaguely remembered this one. It was simple enough, the haunting lyrics a mix of sweet and ominous.
“I was half convinced I’d awaken, satisfied enough to dream you, happily I was mistaken, Johanna”
His mind flickered back to his earlier conversation with Y/n, wondering which song she would choose for him.
A grating scrape against the floor stopped him, turning his attention to a door on the floor above him. The door to the stairwell opened and the sound of footsteps echoed into the space.
“What the fuck Y/n…”
it was her
Hyunjin didn’t dare move, hardly daring to even breathe.
After some silence he heard music start to play, and instead of a synthetic soundwave there was oxygen, strain, and emotion…
She was singing. Y/n was singing…
“Why when you see boys fight does it look so horrible, yet feel so right? I shouldn't watch this crap, that's not who I am. But with this kid, daaaaammmnn~”
Y/n leaned against the wall sliding down. Letting herself have her kdrama moment in private.
“Hey, mister no-name kid, so who might you be? And could you fight for me?”
She was left with his eyes burned into her retinas, into the back of her head. She sat and her body exhaled. She had to face her own feelings the way she knew how. By singing, and for just this once entertaining the idea that a handsome man might look at her in that way.
“And hey, could you face the crowd…Could you be seen with me and still act proud?
Hey, could you hold my hand? And could you carry me through no man's land? It's fine if you don't agree, but I would fight for you if you would fight for meee…”
Hyunjin was frozen still, absolutely awestruck by her. Her voice echoed through the stairwell, transforming it into her own personal theatre or cathedral with the power and emotion she conveyed through the lyrics. The light streaming through the windows above casted an almost ethereal glow around her where she sat, just barely still in his line of sight on the floor above. He swore he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than her in this moment.
“Let them drive us underground I don't care how far..You can set my broken bones and I know CPR”
“Well, whoa, you can punch real good you've lasted longer than I thought you would.
So hey, mister no-name kid if some night you're free, wanna fight for me?”
“If you're still alive….I would fight for you….If you would fight for mee!”
As the last notes faded away completely, they sat in shared silence for a long moment before she let out a sigh, slowly pushing away from the wall and straightening up slowly before turning back towards the door she’d entered from.
The sound of the metal grating against itself snapped him out of his revere, jumping to his feet and practically flying up the stairs, catching hold of the door just before it closed behind her.
He dove through the door and grabbed her arm and spun her around. Unable to catch his breath he couldn’t stop himself before words started to spill from his lips “I love you…I think? I can’t get you out of my head! You casted a spell on me and I am at your mercy…please never break it..I will be yours- have me. I’m yours…be mine- Y/n please- be mine I need you like I need air…you are everything to me.”
SLAM!
He opened his eyes and he found himself sitting on the stair he had been when he came in.
His heart ached and his hand rested on his chest above it. Hoping a pressure would aleve its pain.
...that little dream was nice wasn’t it…
....Her body must be so warm…wonder if she was singing about you…
A voice echoed in his mind. It was his, but it felt deeper, deeper than his mind. In his subconscious…his soul.
...fight for me~...fight for her…~ she said it herself she would fight for you
Her voice rang in his ribcage like church bells. He shook his head, trying to shake the voice away. While it quieted down, he knew maybe it was right. He felt maybe it was right. But how to proceed with this realisation was the question.
Voices outside the door next to him finally shook him free from his trance, allowing him to scramble to his feet and up the stairs, following the same path from his dream, albeit much slower and unsteadily.
Tracing her footsteps through the door, he scoured his brain to come up with a plan. Should he say something to her? Of course he should, but what? Excuse me, I know we’ve only spoken a handful of times, but you’re the most remarkable creature I’ve ever bore witness to, may I please-?
“Hyunjin?” He blinked, coming face to face with the very subject of his dilemma, staring up at him with curious concern. “You okay? You look a little shaky.”
“I-I heard you singing.” He said, completely bypassing her question.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry you had to hear that, I didn’t think anyone was in there-”
“You’re amazing.” He breathed.
She froze, looking up at him in disbelief. “What?”
“You’re- you’re absolutely amazing, you sound like an angel.” He spilled out. “Why aren't you auditioning for the show if you can sing like that!?”
“Uh…cuz I'm the lead costume designer? And I- uh..” She adjusted the bolts of fabric in her arms that only now Hyunjin noticed. “- listen, thank you for the…compliment? But uh I’m not auditioning.”
His voice cracks into an octave he didn’t know he could reach “N-not?! Auditioning?!! You can audition- if Seungmin doesn’t cast you he is dumb. You sounded so beautiful Y/n.”
Her face blazed bright red as she started to back away from the slightly frantic man before her. “Sorry Hyunjin, Ihavethingstodomaybelater? Talkthen!” She rushed through a door to the upstairs storage of the auditorium, locking it behind her.
Hyunjin stared after her, completely deflated and dumbfounded.
How could she not audition? She would be perfect for the lead role of Mina.
Instantly, his mind conjured up images of her in a beautiful flowing gown, belting her heart out as he flanked her in the lead role of Dracula, slowly hypnotizing her, seducing her, pulling her close as the curtain fell, feeling her gorgeous body with his hands-
Another door slammed somewhere in the corridor, bringing him back to the present.
No no no, this wouldn’t do. He thought to himself. She has to audition, she HAS to be a part of the show.
He would find a way to convince her. Somehow…
