Summary: Little did you know the teddy bear that was anonymously left on your doorstep contained a little hidden secret
❥ Park Jimin x reader
❥ yandere + stalker au
Kiss Me
❥ Jung Hoseok x reader
❥ yandere + mafia au
All I Want For Christmas
❥ Jeon Jungkook x reader
❥ yandere au + holiday au
Restless Nights
❥ Kim Taehyung x reader
❥ soft yandere au
Predator and Prey
❥ Psychopath!Jimin x reader
❥ yandere au + serial killer au
Jack-In-The-Box
Summary: Your parents invite you to come take one last look at all your childhood belongings. Little did you know one held a sinister monster that you released from it’s prison - and his eyes are set on you.
❥ Jung Hoseok x reader
❥ yandere au + monster/demon au + imaginary friend au
Heyyyyy so I'm new to your account and I read where you truly belong. I hope you write the 4th part soon!!! No pressure tho pls take your time! I loved the series
I’m glad you love the series anon! 💕
As an insider secret… I have started writing the 4th part of the series, I’m not sure when it will be ready to be posted but fingers crossed I can get it finished soon! 🤞
I LOVED JACK IN THE BOX!!! Ever since MORE came out I’ve been waiting for a Yandere fic and this was everything I could have ever wanted and more the suspense and thrill was impeccableeee *chefs kiss*
AHH 😭❤️ Thank you!! I swear Jack-In-The-Box is my favourite piece I’ve written so far, I’m so happy to hear you love it too
Hobi has been disrupting the piece inside my head lately haha!
And how couldn’t he? I mean he’s just so perfect 🥲 and his new concept -
Oh my gosh I just read Jack In The Box! That was super compelling! I love how he was her childhood “imaginary friend”! Could you possible do a second part where we find out more about what her mother knows or why she doesn’t remember? Maybe a smut part? If not that’s okay! Sorry to bother! I’m a big fan of your work! And I love Yandere Hoseok! There’s never enough Hobi representation!
Thank you, sweets!! ❤️
I did already start thinking of a second part 👀 but I can’t make any promises since I am not the best at keeping those haha
I didn’t consider expanding on her parents, but I really love that idea! But please, don’t apologize, it’s not a bother at all!
And I agree! It doesn’t feel like there’s never enough Hobi representation out there 🤚
Genre: yandere au, monster/demon au, imaginary friend au
Summary: Your parents invite you to come take one last look at all your childhood belongings. Little did you know one held a sinister monster that you released from it’s prison - and his eyes are set on you.
Word Count: 3.6K
Warnings: yandere content, dark content, blood, mentions of gore, death, vomit, profanity, please read at your own risk
“Pumpkin!” Your mom exclaimed the second you stepped foot out of the car. She came running off the porch of your childhood home, engulfing your frame in an overbearingly tight hug, “It's been too long, you need to start coming to visit more often.”
A smile stretched across your lips as you returned her hug, pulling away a brief moment later.
Your mother took your hand in hers, leading you inside. For a split second, her warm gaze flashed down to your bare arm, turning cold. Something solemn swirled in her eyes as she fixated on the scar you had since a young child.
You never knew how it showed up, neither did your parents, but shortly after your eighth birthday, a mark resembling awfully close to an ‘H’ appeared on the inside of your wrist.
“Everything’s,” the woman trailed off for a moment before quickly recollecting herself, “Everything is down the basement. Take anything you want and we’ll donate the rest.”
The basement wreaked of musk and mildew like an old farmhouse. It took more than a few minutes to get used to, but in the meantime, you ignored the pungent smell and headed over towards the boxes in the corner.
It was heartbreaking to have to say goodbye to the home you grew up in, but your parents wanted to downsize their space since it was only the two of them - and you couldn’t blame them for that.
The only downside was not all memories could make it to their new house.
Pulling open the first box, a childish type warmth blossomed in your chest. Sitting on the very top was the teddy bear you grew up with, or Sir. Honey as you called him. The rest of the box was filled with various other toys and a few crayon drawings.
Taking Sir. Honey out of the box, you set him to your left - your keep pile - before digging your hand into the box to pull out something else.
As you rummaged through the cluster paper and plastic, something sharp stabbed into your finger.
“Ow! Shit!”
Your hand immediately retracted as a pained hiss rolled off your tongue. A droplet of blood already formed from the wound and you instinctively flicked your wrist to minimize the sharp sting.
Peering inside the box, face formed into a scowl, you found a thumbtack facing straight up.
Why was there-
“Are you really going to take that box home with you? Isn’t that a children’s toy?” Your brother’s voice echoed throughout the silence of the basement.
A sigh exhaled from your chest. Of course, your younger, much more annoying, brother would be here.
“What are you talking about? We are supposed to…” Your eyes followed his, causing your voice to fade to quiet. Somehow sitting beside you was a blue and yellow toy box.
It wasn’t there when you first got down here, and you couldn’t remember taking it out along with your stuffed bear.
“Weren’t you, like, obsessed with that thing growing up?”
You pulled the toy closer to you, a soft chuckle vibrating your chest, “Yeah, I think I was.”
Upon a closer inspection, you noticed a fresh drop of blood splattered on the top - which must’ve been from flailing your wrist just seconds before. Wiping it away without another care, you set it back down.
Jack-in-the-Box.
It was your absolute favourite toy growing up.
The reason as to why remained foggy in your memory, but you could remember bringing it everywhere with you.
School. Sleep overs. Grandparents.
It didn’t matter because it never left your side.
“You were convinced your imaginary friend lived in there apparently,” your younger brother snickered, walking over to his own boxes of memorabilia, “Don’t you remember? It was kinda creepy. I would hear you talking to it all the time.”
“Really? None of that rings a bell,” Your lips pursed while you contemplated what your brother said.
“How is everything going-”
Your mother trotted down the steps, the same sweet smile on her face before her eyes narrowed in on the same blue and yellow box your brother noticed.
And instantly, her expression fell.
Her reaction seemed odd. Out of place.
Unlike her.
“You’re not keeping that, are you?” Her voice sounded uneasy, but the second you shook your head, she springed back to normal.
“No, I don’t have anywhere to keep it-”
“And you have somewhere to keep Sir. Honey,” your brother interjected, his voice laced with mockery and judgement.
Quickly, you reached back back into your box, grabbing onto a different plushie before chucking it in his direction, warning him to shut his mouth already.
A wave of satisfaction only washed through you once it slammed into his back.
“Like I said,” you continued, shooting a glare at your brother, “No, I think it should go to donate.”
“Alright, sweetheart… Then why don’t I take it and put it with the rest of the donated stuff for you?”
There was something indifferent in her tone of voice, like she held some kind of hidden ulterior motive.
Although, you shrugged your shoulders and handed it up to her. It didn’t matter what she did with it. You didn’t need it anymore anyway.
–
Your keys clanged together as they landed on the hard oak table.
“God,” you mumbled, kicking off your shoes before your arms stretched far above your head.
The drive home was unbelievably exhausting. As much as you adored visiting your family, the threw hour drive between your city and their’s was too much all in one day.
You should’ve just stayed the night like they suggested.
Shifting your eyes towards the clock on the stove, you expected to read the time you managed to stumble through the door. However, 00:00 flashed repeatedly in it’s place.
The rickety floorboards of your apartment creaked under your weight as you inched further into the kitchen. Perhaps, there was a power outage while you were gone.
There! Perfectly logical explanation; no need to be suspicious.
Yet, you couldn’t help the iron-tight ball that was tightening in your gut. It was an ominous type feeling, eerie and dreadful.
Shattering the overpowering silence, the small cellphone in your back pocket began ringing. After pulling it out, a sigh of relief released from your lungs - it was only your mother.
“Hi, pumpkin,” her voice sounded on the other side of the line, “Did you make it home safe?”
Adoration swelled in your chest at her undying concern. Tiredness was evident in her tone, although, you couldn’t help but to smile.
Did she really have to stay up this late just to make sure you got home okay?
Your coat slipped off your shoulders before being hung up on the hook on the wall.
“Of course, mom. I just walked through the-”
As you turned around to the small hallway leading to your bedroom, every muscle in your body froze in place. A gasp shooting out cut you off mid-sentence. Sitting in the middle of the floor, like it was meticulously placed there, was your favourite childhood toy.
Or what used to be.
The one you donated just earlier today.
Sir. Honey slipped through your fingers, falling to the floor.
“Is everything okay? Hello? Y/n?”
A chill dug it’s claws in, crawling it’s way up your spine. Something wasn’t sitting right right. The odd gut feeling you had the second you walked in the building only seemed to magnify. The energy in the room completely shifted, becoming thick, nearly suffocating.
“Mom...” Your voice wavered as you spoke, “Is B/n still at home?”
There was still a chance that this was simply some prank. Maybe, your brother beat you here and was doing this just to scare you. It seemed far fetched, but your younger brother never made any sense to you in the first place.
“He left about an hour ago. Why? Sweetheart, is there something wrong?”
At her words, your heart plummeted to the depths of your stomach. You swore you gave the toy away. No, you were sure of it. You handed it off to your mother with your own bare hands.
There was no explanation as to how it was here. In the middle of your hallway, nonetheless.
“Yeah... Yeah, everything’s okay. Uh, I-I have to go now,” You dragged your hand down your face, ignoring the way the clamminess of your palm, “I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise. I love you. Bye.”
Hardly waiting to hear her response, you ended the call. Finally tearing your eyes away from the small blue and yellow box, you turned to set your phone on a nearby stand, but almost immediately, the blood coursing through your veins turned to ice.
As if it was waiting for you to turn away, music began playing from the box. What used to be a joyful, happy tune that filled your childhood full of fond memories - now felt haunting.
Threatening.
You sucked in the shakiest breath of air before slowly turning on your heel to face the seemingly harmless toy.
Like it was straight out of a Hollywood horror movie, the handle rotated on it’s own. Turning round and round.
“I-Is there someone here? Come on, this isn’t funny,” you called out to the empty apartment, straining your voice to sound braver than how you felt.
As soon as the words rolled off your tongue, the music box stopped, cutting off half way through the song. Everything in the apartment stilled. Even the traffic outside sounded like it came to a stop completely.
The handle stopped moving all together, as if you were hallucinating it this whole time.
Seconds of dead silence stretched on, feeling like an eternity.
But out of your peripheral, swift movement caught your attention. Switching your gaze from the toy box up to your bedroom doorway, a scream lodged from your throat.
A tall, black outline of a man stood only a few feet away. His head was cocked slightly to the side, and from what you could make out, he had some kind of hat on with two bunny-ear-like shapes coming from the sides.
Instantly, your survival instincts kicked in and your feet moved long before your brain registered you were heading for the door. However, you nearly fell flat on your ass from having to skid to an abrupt stop.
The same black figure from behind you was now coming around the kitchen corner - in front of you.
You let out another terrified shriek, hoping the neighbours could hear your distressing calls. Looking back over your shoulder, the figure was somehow still there. Although, this time, he was much, much closer.
There wasn’t much time at all to comprehend what was happening, and your path to escaping was narrowed down far too much for your liking, leaving you nowhere else to run to except your bathroom.
And you did just that.
The door slammed shut almost with enough force to send it flying off the hinges. Before whatever was chasing you could push their way in, you turned the lock on the doorknob.
“Get out, right now! I’m calling the police!” Your voice treamored, but the threat was still confidently there. Somehow you managed to be better than most other heroines in horror films like these, by keeping your phone fused to your hand.
Underneath the bathroom door, shadows of the man’s feet creeped in from under the door.
“Come out and play, Y/n.”
Breath hitched in the back of your throat at the voice. Contrary to the shadows size and build, it sounded like an innocent little boy. One you disturbingly recognized.
“I-I said go away!”
You backed into the furthest corner of the bathroom, keeping your eyes glued to the door, dialling the emergency response number with nothing but muscle memory.
“I said come out and play with me,” the voice dropped in octaves, sounding less innocent, less human, “Don’t make me say it again.”
The words were followed by a series of booming knocks, rattling the door.
To your dismay, the phone pressed against your ear only kept ringing. Never going to voicemail, yet no one picked up.
Since when did the police ignore…
The doorknob beginning to twist and jiggle stole your attention away from the neverending ringing. Your eyes widened in pure horror as you witnessed the lock turning on it’s own, but before you could try and stop it, the door flew open, ricocheting off the bathroom wall with a bang. When it came bouncing back like it was made of rubber, your mouth fell agape at the giant hole it left behind in the plaster.
Despite your raw, aching throat, yet another scream squeezed past your lips. This time, tears welled in your eyes, spilling over and down your cheeks. Your body shook worse than a leaf as you stayed huddled in the safety of your corner.
Though, in reality, you knew you were far from safe.
“W-What do you want from me? Why are you here?” Any courage you once had melted away like snow surrounded by scorching flames.
The man finally walked into the light, turning from a black shadow to… human. Dark circles ringed around his eyes, making him seem both grim and like he hadn’t rested for years.
“Is this how you greet your friends, sunshine? Don’t you recognize me?” His voice was smooth, dangerously chipper, almost charismatic if it wasn’t for the malevolent edge to it.
You shook your head, the ability to use your voice suddenly flying out the window.
Did this psychopath really think you’d know him?
“Tsk, tsk,” With each click of his tongue, he took one step closer, caging you in, “That’s disappointing. I’ve waited all these years for you, Y/n, and you can’t even remember me? I guess you were pretty young the last time we saw each other.”
“H-How… How do you know m-my name? Who are you?”
A smirk curved up on his lips, tugging at one corner.
The sick freak seemed to be lavishing in your fear.
“Does the name Hobi ring any bells?”
You began to frantically shake your head, stirring up a headache - or whiplash - from the force, before slowly trailing to a stop.
Hobi…
Suddenly, a single image raced through your mind. It was you, playing in your bedroom with him. A florally pink tea set sat in the middle of the two of you. He wore the same bunny-like hat that seemed to have disappeared from him now.
“Y-You're… You’re-” You struggled to formulate the words, “But, how… It’s not-”
It wasn’t possible. It simply wasn’t. This man couldn’t be your long lost friend. He was a figment of your imagination for fuck sakes.
“Ding, ding, ding,” your imaginary friend taunted, finally coming to a stop directly in front of you before lowering down to your level, “Although, I’d rather be called Hoseok from now on. Hobi is pretty childish, don’t you think?”
A choked sob failed to stay down, and more tears streamed down your face as you shook your head from side to side again.
This had to be a dream. There was no way this was-
Hoseok’s hand shot out towards your arm, and a yelp bounced off the bathroom walls as his fingers pinched your skin.
“See? It’s not a dream,” he flashed a crooked grin as if he could understand your thoughts clear as day.
Hoseok cocked his head to the side, running his eyes from the very tips of your hair and down your body to your toes. There was something almost lustful - with a hint of morbid fascination - about his wandering stare.
“How is this possible?” You breathed, trying to recoil away from him as much as possible, “You aren’t real, you can’t be.”
A boisterous chuckle erupted from the man’s chest, raising the hairs on your arms. It sounded like something straight out of a nightmare.
The type of laugh you’d hear while running for your life.
“Oh, I’m very much real, and you were the one who let me out, sunshine.”
Let him out?
Hoseok’s hand that had dropped back to his side suddenly moved to your legs that stayed securely pulled to your chest. With the same smirk plastered on his face, his fingers traced up and down your bare skin.
“So soft,” he murmured, almost in a trance.
“You’re crazy... Let out? That doesn’t make any sense. A-And why are you staring at me like that?”
His eyes snapped up from your legs, darkening, loosing any colour to his iris - as if you insulted him by interrupting his fixation.
The quick change to his eyes stole any air from your lungs. No human could do that. No one’s eyes could switch from a chocolate brown to charcoal black in less than a second.
This man, whoever he was, wasn’t human.
The rough caress on your skin ceased, and in a flash some of your hair was twirling around his finger.
“You see, all I needed all these years was a drop of virgin blood,” he spoke before lowering his tone down to a whisper, leaning in ever so slightly, so his lips were hovering near your ear, “I have to say, it was a nice surprise finding out you waited this long for me. I felt like I was going crazy inside that box thinking about someone else touching what was mine.”
His? Did he really think you were-
“Of course, I do,” Hoseok’s chest vibrated with a hair raising chuckle while pulling away.
His fingers looped around your wrist, lifting it to show you the obscure ‘H’ that showed up when you were less than ten years old.
“Do you really think you got this by accident?”
Nothing about this situation made sense, yet the gravity of being cornered by a psychopath, sociopath, still weighed down on your shoulders. Hanging on to your last shred of courage, you sprang up from your spot, using every ounce of your strength to knock him to the side.
Without skipping a beat, you left him behind in the bathroom and dashed out of your apartment.
However, no matter how fast you fled, you didn’t miss the animalistic growl that sounded from the man - monster - whatever he was.
“Help! Someone help me!”
You ran down the hall before stopping at a random door, pounding your palms against the wood.
“Please, please, someone help!”
“No one’s going to help you,” Hoseok sang, calmly striding from the doorway of your apartment. Despite being many, many feet away, his voice sounded loud enough to be right inside your head, “And there’s nowhere you can run where I won’t find you.”
No one was answering your desperate pleas for help.
Not the person who lived on the other side of this door.
Not anyone from the neighbouring apartments.
Only the same eerie stillness consumed the entire floor.
“Fuck!” Before Hoseok could get any closer, you high-tailed it towards the main staircase, scurrying down the steps as fast as you could. You jumped over some, skipping others, but as you rounded the first landing, you crashed into something solid.
“Just give in to me. I told you already, there’s nowhere you can run.”
Hoseok’s eyes intently watched your frame as you stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the railing just in time.
“S-Stay away from me!” As much as you wanted it to sound like a strong demand, your voice cracked with fear. It felt like there was nowhere else to run. Whichever direction you picked, he always managed to be there.
But there had to be somewhere else, one last way out of here-
A lightbulb flickered on in your mind.
The basement.
There was an emergency exit through there.
“I really wouldn’t do that if I were you, sunshine. It’ll be a big mistake.”
It was becoming more and more apparent how inhuman Hoseok really was. Appearing and disappearing. Being in two different places at once. Answering your thoughts as they rolled in.
Although, his words meant nothing to you, they hardly even registered. You sprinted back up the stairs and headed for the emergency stairwell. This time, Hoseok didn’t seem to follow.
The taste of sweet freedom was hanging on the tip of your tongue.
The basement metal door burst open as you pushed through it, but a scream pierced through the air before your legs had the chance to stop. Standing between you and the last exit left was everyone in your apartment building.
Their bodies laying mangled and lifeless, all carelessly thrown into one giant, rotting pile.
Every last one of them.
“You really shouldn’t have come down here. I did try to warn you.”
Hoseok’s voice sounded all throughout the basement, bouncing off every corner. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from until debris crunching under his boots could be heard stalking up behind you.
The iron smell of blood filled the air, turning it stale.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the horrifying sight. Everyone who lived in this building, all aside from you, were laying there. Covered in blood. Eyes still wide in, frozen in terror.
There was the family right next door that you’d occasionally babysit for. Even the sweet old lady from the first floor who’d share her homemade baking with anyone who’d give her the time of day.
“No, no,” you heaved, waterworks erupting and endlessly streaming down your cheeks, “W-Why? Why did you do this?”
“They only would’ve got in our way,” Hoseok whispered, as his arms snaked around your waist, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to behave yourself and not get them involved.”
This couldn’t be real. This just couldn’t be.
His body felt frozen against yours, like a walking corpse had engulfed your frame in an embrace.
“What… What do you want?”
Despair flooded in like a broken dam. There was no doubt to left that Hoseok wasn’t human. He may have the skin of a sheep, but underneath was a savage wolf.
“You.”
The simple three-letter word sounded so possessive, so dark, growling from the depths of his throat.
“I thought it would be obvious by now. I want you. I did all of this because of you.”
Any composure you had left cracked, shattering like frail glass. You broke down into heavy sobs, nearly collapsing if it wasn’t for the monster supporting your weight.
Goosebumps spread like wildfire as Hoseok skimmed his nose up your neck, towards your cheek drenched in salty tears.
“Shh,” he hushed in a pathetic, half-assed, attempt at soothing your cries, before his tongue ran across your skin, tasting your tears, “God, you look so pretty when you cry, but it’s useless now, sunshine. They’re never coming back.”
It didn’t take long for the smell and adrenaline to get to you. Hunching over, all the contents of your stomach emptied onto the concrete floor, leaving you breathless and shaking.
“Oh, you poor thing…” One hand made it way to your head - petting you.
The world around you started spinning, faster and faster as if you were stuck in vertigo. Black splotches filled your vision, and after one last whisper from Hoseok, you collapsed into him.
I didn’t initially plan on continuing that series since it’s been a while. I do have a mountain of drafts (about 30) that I have been trying to finish up before taking on anything new! But I am more than happy to consider it!
Hello! I love the drabbles you’ve been writing and I was wondering if I could request one for yandere Jimin and a non-virgin s/o? Thank you! 💕
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“This is simple,” Jimin started lowly, gradually losing all his patience with your less than cooperative behaviour, “I said I wanted names not some load of bullshit.”
“Minnie.. I swear there’s been no one else—” But your pitiful last attempt at calming his temper was cut off by a scoff, then followed with laughter. Loud, boisterous laughter laced with nothing short of insanity.
“Do you seriously take me as being an idiot?” He snarled, maintaining the same furious pace as he circled around the living room. It felt as if Jimin was one small drop in the bucket away from exploding. His temper always walked a fine line, but tonight he was teetering on the edge of madness - not anger. But abruptly his movements froze and his gaze snapped to your tensed frame glued to the corner of the sofa.
“Y/N..”
Jimin crossed the room, closing the gap between the two of you more and more until you could feel the furious heat radiating off his body. His hand shot out not even a millisecond later and gripped onto your throat, knowing full well you’d never dare to move an inch with his fingers wrapped perfectly around your neck.
“Listen, and listen well, because I’ll only be telling you this once..”
A storm was raging in his eyes; a storm you’ve never quite dealt with before. Swirling around in his irises were emotions more than just the explosive anger you’ve sadly grown to know all too well.
Madness. Anger. Small traces - hints - of betrayal.
But before you could make sense of any other emotion, Jimin used his grip around your neck as leverage to pull you closer until his lips grazed across your cheek, leading to your ear.
“I’m painfully aware I’m not the only person who’s been deep inside of you, baby, and it drives me fucking crazy. Absolutely insane..” His nails dug in as he pulled away just enough to admire your how your features twisted into adorably frightened expressions, “No one else alive gets to know how you feel, how you taste. Not when you’re mine, do you understand?”
“.. Yes,” your voice croaked as you choked back tears. You knew the horrors your boyfriend was capable of, yet no matter how hard you tried, there was no way you could lie yourself out of this, “B-But they’re all before I met you. I swear I don’t even talk to any of them—”
A small smile tugged up on Jimin’s lips at the sound of you being his loyal, obedient sweetheart, but the grin vanished almost as soon as it came.
“That’s my good girl.. So why don’t you start spilling some names then, hm?”
I've been looking for new fics and authors to support, and I was wondering if you have any blog recommendations? <3
Hello, sweetheart!💕
I don’t spend a lot of time reading on Tumblr much anymore, but @heartbreakmotel13 has always been one of my favourites! She’s truly one of the sweetest authors I know on here and all of her writings are always unique!
My favourite fic of hers would have to be Singles’ side-line or her Strawberry Eclairs series, but of course all of them are worth checking out!!
I hope that helps 🤗 I’m sorry I couldn’t give you anymore recommendations!
Summary: Terrorized by reoccurring nightmares, there’s no one else left in your life to calm you down - aside from your kidnapper.
Warnings: yandere content, nightmare, mention of blood, reader being held captive, implications of stockholm syndrome, please read at your own risk
“Please.. Please..”
Your chest heaved with breathless pants as you raced your way through a nearly pitch black forest. Branches and shrubs scraped against your limbs, leaving behind all sorts of red lines and marks. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or your frantic mind unable to properly process what was happening, but your body felt little to no pain at all. Instead, there was an eerie numbness taking it’s place.
The trees around you seemed to stretch on for miles in every different direction, going on and on until darkness eventually swallowed them from your sight. There was no path to help guide your way, no sound of cars indicating a road near by. There didn’t even appear to be a single sign of life aside from the towering trees and occasional insect chirping.
“Fuck!” Your feet finally stopped moving and your hands shot up to your hair, pulling on the locks as a new type of panic set in. How were you suppose to get away, get help, finally be free, if you were undeniably lost. “Bullshit! T-This.. This is bullshit!”
Your eyes darted around, hoping to see something you hadn’t noticed before. Maybe a light off in the distance or a hidden path. But instead your eyes fell upon a puddle and your heart slowly plummeted. The odd kidney shape.. The same white rock with a zebra like pattern, sticking halfway out of the water..
Circles. You’ve been going around in circles.
You kicked the trunk of a tree, then again, and again. You can’t go back to him, you can’t get caught by him. Not again. The skin of your bottom lip was pinched beneath your teeth as you suppressed a cry. This had to have been why Taehyung dragged you all the way out here. He knew. He always knew.
You had no sense of direction.
“No, no.” You weren’t going to let him win, let him be right. Another surge of energy start pumping through your veins. You weren’t going to give up, not yet. You dashed off in a direction you were certain you hadn’t before, and ran with all your might. But only a few minutes later, a metal trigger sounded, and something clamped down on your ankle, sending you crashing to the ground. You craned your neck over your shoulder to have a look, and to your horror, a bear trap was lodged deep in your limb. Streams of blood ran down your foot, soaking into your shoe and the soil underneath, but just like before, you felt none of the pain. Yet, you whined and cried as if you could. As if you could feel every metal prong that pierced your skin.
“Well, what do we have here?” A frightfully familiar voice sang out. Taehyung walked out from behind on of the trees, stalking up to you with a painfully slow stride. Clear as day, you could see a hammer dangling in his grip, swinging around Ina n almost taunting manner, as he got closer, “Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you tried to run? My silly little kitten, if only you would listen then your life would become so much easier.”
Taehyung raised the hammer above his head, shooting you a sickening grin, before bringing it down towards your uninjured leg.
-
“Please!” You screamed, flailing your limbs in every which direction, “Don’t, don’t!”
With a sharp gasp of air, your eyes shot open. And instead of being greeted with a starry sky like you expected, it was a blurred ceiling. You felt a warm trail of tears make their way down your cheeks, and a shaky breath slipped past your lips. It was only just a dream. A horrid nightmare that felt too real. Your eyes went to fall closed when a wave of exhaustion flowed over you, but a cold weight around your ankle made you jolt up. The blankets and sheets wrapped around your body was thrown aside without a second thought, falling down and piling onto the floor. Once they were gone, your eyes laid on a cuff locked around your ankle.
How could you forget? You weren’t at home safely in your bed. You were chained up like a prisoner, being held captive by a deranged man that claimed to love you. You couldn’t tell if waking up was any better than that nightmare, and a choked sob erupted from your chest before your arms wrapped around your legs, trying to pull yourself into a tight hug.
“Love?” A concerned voice captured your attention, and you weakly turned your head to look in it’s direction. Taehyung stood a few feet away, water beads dripping off the ends of his hair, and a simple pair of grey sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips. A frown visibly tugged down on his lips at the sight of your tears, and he slowly made his way over to the bed, “Was it another nightmare?”
You nodded your head the best you could before you failed to hold back a whimper. This was all too much. It didn’t matter if you were asleep or wide awake - everything was your worst nightmare. Taehyung didn't say anything as he moved the blankets back up onto the bed. He wordlessly took one of the fuzzy throw blankets and draped it over shoulders before walking straight into the bathroom.
The sound of the faucet running filled your ears as you tried to steady your breathing. The tears had seemed to stop, but that didn’t change the puffiness of your eyes, or how everything you looked at had a slight blur. Taehyung finally reemerged from the bathroom with a cloth in his hand and made his way back over to your side of the bed.
“You have to look at me, princess,” He murmured, keeping his voice mellow to soothe your nerves, before he tilted your head up with a small push of a finger. The cloth was then pressed to your cheek, and to your surprise, it was warm. You expected it to be cold, for his hands to roughly drag the damp fabric across your face. But neither of that happened. Taehyung was gentle, delicately wiping away any remaining tears from your cheeks, only to smile when he noticed how such a simple action put you at ease.
“There, doesn’t that feel better?”
“Mhm,” you sniffled, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. The exhaustion from earlier returned, although this time it was much, much stronger, “Thank you.”
Taehyung brought the cloth back to the bathroom before crawling into his side of the bed. His arms snaked their way around your waist, pulling you down and pressing you into his chest. The idea of pushing him away crossed your mind, but your face was tucked into the crook of his neck, his hand smoothing over your hair. And against your better judgment, you found yourself melting into the touch.
The warmth radiating from his body stopped your shakes. His arms wrapped around your frame felt appallingly.. safe. But the feeling of his hand gently petting your hair slowly eased you to sleep.
“You’re just like a little kitten, so fragile..” His lips planted a kiss to the top of your head before he pulled away smiling fondly at your soft snores. You were undeniably perfect. He could never let you go, just the thought made his heart clench.
Oh boy, there are so many it's hard for me to think of off the top of my head. I am definitely going to miss some but here is a list of the most recent ones (as well as some that I constantly return to) I have read and enjoyed thoroughly:
@missdreamshade... she is perfection 💯 one of the sweetest people on this app 💛 her stories never ever disappoint and she’s one of my favorite writers on this app.. truly such an amazing person 😍 such a gem
Hiii! 👑 anon here! Yes, I'm still around. Glad to see you're back. I've also been busy with uni (it's my first year and I am dying 😩😩), so my time on Tumblr was extremely limited. I would be more than happy to continue the talk, although I'm not sure I will be able to answer as fast as I used to. Hope you're doing well, my lovely 🍄 adminnie! Have an amazing day/night! 💞💞💞 - 👑
I’m so sorry for the late reply, but I’m glad to see you’re back, sweetheart! 💕 I hope uni is going well for you!
It’s still going to be a little bit before I’ll be able to start talks back up again, mostly likely not until after New Years. I need to find a new groove now that my second job is over, but I can assure you I’m actually not going anywhere anytime soon 🤣
I hope you’re having a fantastic day / night! And I’m wishing you all the best of luck with uni! 💗
Hiii <3 i just wanted to tell you that i looooved rockstar!Jungkook. Can i request an extended version of that? Like, i would love to see how he manages to hypnotize her with his rockstar charm until the yandere in him becames drastically evident
Well 👀 It seems that you have read my mind because I have been playing around with some ideas to make an extended version.. I do have to say no promises since I’m backed up with a bunch of works, but it is something I am planning!
And thank you for loving it, sweetheart!! 💕 I hope you have an amazing day or night!!
Hiiii I wanted to ask, do you not write for skz anymore??? :(((
Hello, sweetheart!
Yes, I still do write for Stray Kids! I just don’t have a lot of requests for them at the moment, and I have about 33 different drafts I’m flip flopping between, but I will hopefully try to send out some skz content soon! 💗
Hi adminnie!❤️I love your writing and I was wondering if I could get a drabble with yandere Haechan and a reader who’s terrified of spiders? Thank you!!!
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“No, stop it!” You cried, cowering even further into the wall than was humanly possible. If you were to push any harder, you were sure you’d go straight through the plaster.
“Aw, what’s the matter, jagi? Are you scared?”
A taunting laugh erupted from Haechan’s chest, one filled to the brim with amusement at your fear. He took another step closer with his hand outstretched in front of him, and sitting in the center of his palm was a spider. It was no bigger than a coin, but the eight-legged creature sent nausea flooding through your body. It felt as if all of it’s beady little eyes were staring at you with nothing more than murder on it’s mind.
“Yes, yes,” you frantically panicked, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes, “I-I’m scared, Haechan! Is that what you wanted to hear? Please, just get it away from me!”
Instead of listening to your desperate pleads, his head cocked to the side as his eyes stared down at the bug in his hand, “.. Isn’t it funny how the only thing stopping this spider from touching you, is me?”
Your mouth fell agape in silent horror as your eyes finally switched from the eight-legged monster, to the man attached to it. Slowly, your mouth turned dry, scratchy, as humiliation began to set in. This was nothing more than a game to him. And at this moment, you can’t help but to regret ever begging for his help in the first place.
But you were snapped out of your thoughts by a faint, ‘oh well,’ before Haechan’s arm jerked forward, seemingly tossing the spider in your direction. A sharp scream escaped your lungs, followed by a stream of choppy sobs. Your hands slapped and brushed across your arms and legs, trying to get it off you. Maybe it was just all in your imagination, yet you swore you could feel each one of it’s legs tickle your skin as it crawled all over you.
“Get it off me! Please, get it off me,” you cried out before your knees turned as weak as jello, sending you sinking to the living room floor. Yet, all Haechan did was laugh, nearly in hysterics. One arm had wrapped itself around his abdomen as his eyes were shut tight, holding back his own form of tears.
“Will you relax already? It’s no where near you.”
Once the words rolled off his tongue, his free hand uncurled, revealing the spider you thought he threw. Then in one fluid movement, he dropped the bug onto the floor before squishing it under his foot.
“See, this is way you can’t survive a day without me, baby. What would’ve you done if I wasn’t here, hm?”
