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Seeing this and remembering I was writing part three a few weeks ago 😭. But aaaaaahhhh, tysm ❤️!!!!! I hope to update soon. Thanks for the kind words and support 🫶. They make me want to keep going, and I will!
Also, I wanted to post something for you guys as a birthday surprise, but I'm barely starting it, so you'll have to wait for it <(＿ ＿)>. BUT, I will try to post before I go on vacation with my dad in June.
I should be writing Pretty Girl pt. 3 instead of procrastinating and playing MK11. I need to lock tf in before I go to see my dad. Fret not, I will try to write tonight
Speaking of GOT, GUYS HEAR ME OUT. HONGJOONG OR JONGHO STARK, SEONGHWA TARGARYEN, SAN LANNISTER, AND YUNHO OR WOOYOUNG BARATHEON. I NEED EVERYONE TO HEAR ME THE FUCK OUT. AND READER IS FROM DORNE OR THE RIVERLANDS. JUST HEAR ME OUT, PLS.
now, you're holding me down
I scream but make no sound - baby doll, ari abdul
ghostface!wooyoung likes to play games with you.
he never makes it obvious when he’s going to call, but somehow, he always times it perfectly.
your phone rings right next to you as you’re lolling off, head snapping up as you hear the familiar ringtone. It was sitting on the floor face down, buzzing loudly as you reached out to grab it groggily.
It was pitch black inside your shared house, the bright screen of your tv lighting up the room again, flickering through different scenes of a movie you had long since tuned out.
you turned on the screen.
1:05 am. 7 missed calls.
the phone rings again, with the same number flashing.
caller id unknown.
you hesitate. the sound is a lot louder than the humming of the house, the shrill ring drowning out all other noise. your thumb hovers over the screen, hesitant.
then you answer.
“not smart of you to answer any number just like that, princess.”
a heavily modulated voice crackled through. your stomach twists with that same dread, but you already know who it is.
“Ghost…face?”
“though you liked calling me woo? what happened to that one, huh?”
you were silent, brain trying to work out what he’d said before his voice crackled over the call again.
“don’t just ignore me princess. ‘s not a good look, y’know? don’t wanna be begging for your attention like this.”
“not tonight.” you rasp, voice quivering as you push yourself up from the couch.
there’s a low hum on the other end, breathing distorted by the modulator.
then a soft laugh, one that sounds almost entertained. It doesn’t send chills up your spine like it did at first, but it still makes you uneasy.
“you always say that,” he muttered. “all the damn time. never stopped me though, has it?”
“I really can’t. please woo.” you beg softly,cycling through a million different emotions as the sleep gave way to panic. you’d been tested enough today.
he hums in response again, and things go silent. for a moment, you almost think the phone has dropped, and you droop to the rhythm of the house again.
“you really are too easy.”
“what?” you jolt up. you aren’t sure you’ve heard him right.
It's on par for what he usually says, but it doesn’t stop the sinking feeling. you’d already had a bad day, and his words felt like another punch to the gut.
“you never tell me no, like you really mean it baby. you make it easier than you pretend it is. we all know what you want right now.”
you swallow, lip trembling. “but I… I don’t want to, please woo.”
there’s a long silence as you try to choke back exhaustion, shivering.
you can hear him exhale through the phone, as if trying to not let his annoyance show. great. now you’ve pissed off the dude who’s been killing people on campus. maybe he’ll finish you today too after he’s done fucking you.
“rough day?”
you swallow, your lack of response earning a groan from him.
“don’t lie to me princess. you know I don't like liars, and I can hear it in your pretty little voice. sounds like you’ve had a long day and now you’re all alone, aren’t ya? friends left for another party, didn’t they?”
each question was another crack in your walls. his words were like salt in your wounds.
you didn’t want to admit that he was right. you were alone, it was late, and all you wanted was to sleep off the stress.
hee spoke again, an eerie tenderness creeping into his voice as if trying to tempt you. “I could make it better… just for tonight. you’re so good at making me feel wanted, baby doll. let me take care of you, yeah? can you let me do that?”
the modulator does little to hide his malice, even despite the tenderness of words. you can almost feel his breath against your ear, almost as if he was right there, crouched beside you.
you just wanted him to call it what it was. but you also didn’t want him to leave, the foolish part of you.
almost as if sensing your panic, he spoke again.
“aright, I’ll let you sleep then.”
you almost let out a sigh of relief, until he spoke again.
“but before you do anything, check the windows princess.”
you freeze. the line continues to crackle. your breath catches.
“humor me. just wanna make sure you’re safe before you go to bed. can’t let just anyone in, right?”
it was deeply ironic for wooyoung to say that, considering your first meeting.
nevertheless, you oblige. you take a couple of cautious steps towards the window in the living room, pushing the curtains back. there was nothing except for the neighbors cars and a cat squatting near one of the lawns.
“there’s nothing there…” you whispered to a silent phone, trying to stay calm.
“see? then you’ve got nothing to be afraid of now. check the kitchen now, baby doll.” the modulator crackled again, and you could hear the amusement in his voice.
you warily edged towards the kitchen, palms slick with sweat. the window in the kitchen was too small to get through, but you still pushed back the tiny curtains, checking the locks before you stepped away.
“attagirl.” you jumped a mile, holding the phone away from your ear. “turn around, baby doll.”
you didn’t. you’d froze in place, breathing heavily as you stood extremely still. maybe if you didn’t move he couldn’t see you.
“c’mon,” he coaxed softly, “just look. what could be the harm, princess?”
you turned, and you almost could’ve cried from the stress. there was nothing there.
“wooyoung…” your voice cracked, “stop.”
“stop? I’m not even touching you right now princess.”
you swallow a curse, heat causing you to flush. “not funny.”
“never said I was, did I?” He paused, then lazily drawled out: “the bedroom, baby doll. then I'll leave you alone, okay?”
you don’t answer. all of this is insane. you should just call the police, tell them everything you did, hopefully get locked up for years for playing along, but you listen.
fear and exhaustion are driving you, the hallway stretching as you walk past the darkened living room. wou paused.
The apartment had become eerily quiet. You raised the phone closer to your ear, shaking slightly.
“why’d you stop walking?” wooyoung’s voice is low, sing-songy in a teasing way that made your stomach knot. “don’t tell me you’re scared now, princess. you were doing so well.”
you glanced toward the dark living room again.
something about it felt wrong now. “this isn’t funny.”
“just the bedroom. i’ll even stay on the line if it makes you feel better. you like when I’m with you, don’t you?” his voice softens, almost affectionate.
you hate how it made your skin crawl. you hate how it made you want to say yes.
you didn’t respond to him though.
instead, you inched towards your room, pushing the door wide open. it was the same as you’d left it, light filtering through the curtains.
There was a slight chill in the air, and you weren’t sure if it was your impending dread or the room itself.
you approached the windows cautiously, and checked the locks. they were still closed, latches done the way you’d left them when you’d closed them this morning.
“they’re locked.” you whispered, voice cracking with relief.
a long pause.
“that’s my good girl,” wooyoung murmured, voice syrupy thick through the modulator. “you make me so proud when you listen, but baby, you made such a silly mistake.”
your heart skipped a beat, throat drying up.
“you forgot to check the window of your roomates room. my girl isn't a very good listener, isn't she? you make such silly mistakes.”
you pulse spiked. You couldn’t even force his name out of your mouth, let alone scream about it being fair.
the floorboard creaked again, right outside your door.
you made a split second decision, dropping your phone and wriggling in the space under your bed.
you were pressed up against cold wooden flooring, not even breathing as you watched his shoes cross the threshold into your room.
“where’d you go, baby doll?” he asks, feigning confusion, but you know he’s not fooled. “you’re not hiding from me, are you?”
you can hear him, slow, deliberately pretending to search the room.
"let’s check the closet now, yeah?” he paused for a moment.
“you know, it’d be a lot easier if you just came out on your own," he said, voice thick with false sweetness. "but I get it. You’re scared."
the closet door screeches as he opens it, then closes it. he was being too theatrical.
“no one here. You know I don’t like playing hide and seek, princess.”
you’re hoping he thought you ran out of the house like some headless chicken. his footsteps turn, and for a moment, you think he’s headed for the door.
but he paused.
your blood started roaring in your ears as he gets closer to the bed. you were barely holding back from making noise, shaking as you bit down on your hand.
“god, baby doll, I know you’re here. Come on. no need to hide. you’re making this harder on yourself.”
you don’t respond, rather foolishly. with him it was always games, and you were lucky to survive the first time.
“did you really think I wouldn't look here brat? I know you’re under there. I gave you a chance to come out on your own, but you didn’t listen.” he clicks his tongue, exhaling as if he was disappointed in your choice.
before you could say or do anything, a gloved hand grabbed your ankle, pulling you out.
you panic. the scream was more one of shock rather than fear, and he muffled that as well by pressing a hand to your mouth while another pinned your flailing hands.
you even catch something glinting in his belt, causing you to panic even harder.
“ah ah, no screaming.” he warned, scanning your face up and down with a predatory lilt. “god you shoulda seen your face. didn’t mean to make you cry so hard baby doll.”
you weren’t even aware that you were crying, tasting the salt as he rubbed away a stray tear. The air felt too thick as you sobbed, despite how quiet you were trying to be.
he noticed.
“breathe, baby doll,” he grumbles, slowly releasing his grip on your wrists. “you’re shaking so bad you’ll pass out if you keep it up.”
You try pushing yourself away but he tuts, picking you up easily and pulling you towards him even despite you weak struggling. “don’t make me hold you down again. you don’t belong even down there. you’re jus’ gonna make yourself dizzy if you try.”
you’re still struggling to breathe as he moves you effortlessly, lifting you and setting you onto the bed like it's nothing. You don’t even protest him as he slots himself in between your legs, hunched over you.
“stay still.” he mutters. you freeze up, but shaking gets worse and in the next moment, you’re quietly gasping for air again.
he notices it almost instantly.
“Breathe, princess,” he groans, reaching out to brush the hair out of your face. “You’re making yourself sick. don’t want that mess all over me.”
the two black eyeholes of the mask do little to comfort you. they feel like they’re looking through you, soulless.
“Easy.. attagirl.” The words are slow, like he’s trying to teach you how to calm down. “Breath in and out f’me yeah? You’re okay baby doll. You just forgot to listen all the way, that’s all there is to it.”
something about his tone raised your hackles, but you don’t fight it, letting him have his way with you was easier.
“there we go,” he says quietly as you return to breathing normal, tears drying on your face. “see how easy that was?”
you don’t respond, even though wooyoung can see you staring at him. you look empty, like something broke the light behind your eyes.
He tilted his head slightly.
“You don’t like it at all, huh?” his tone full of mockery and amusement. “can’t decide if you hate it or if it scares you shitless. sure as hell makes you feel small though.”
you still keep your mouth shut, shuddering at the thought of what he could do in a moment.
he dipped his head, humming something familiar under his breath. “You’ve been good. Didn’t try to scratch my eyes out or scream bloody murderer like last time. That’s progress.”
he paused for a moment, hand drumming against your thigh as if counting something. “I think you deserve something for that, right?”
you look at him warily, throat tightening at his suggestion.
he noticed that too. “relax,” he huffed, his tone sharp and sarcastic, even offended if you listened carefully enough. “I’m not going to use you like that. congrats, you get to breathe now. that’s your reward.”
you can’t stop staring at him though, trying to piece together who he might be in your brain.
“what?” he asked quietly, the mockery creeping back into his voice. “getting manhandled wasn’t good enough for you? you really wanna see what’s under it that bad?”
you don’t answer, but your gaze didn’t move either, fixated on the sockets of the mask. That was all the answer he needed.
he let out a soft laugh, but it's humorless.
“figures. you can’t ever seem to say what you really want.” he tilts his head, studying you for a moment longer. “Still, I guess you earned it.”
for a moment you think he’s gonna do it himself, but his hand stops and instead redirects to you. he grabs one of your hands, showing you the edge of the mask. It’s cloth, loose against the nape of his neck.
“go on then,” he coaxed. “you wanted it so bad, right? Then do it.”
you don’t go for it immediately, only clutching the fabric in between your hands and he lets out a frustrated little laugh. “are you so dumb you need me to do this for you too, baby doll?”
you quickly slide your hands underneath the fabric, lifting the mask with shaking hands.
you almost dropped it right back on yourself when you saw his face.
uneven eyes stared right back at you, liquid black with a manic look in them. his nose is almost deliciously prominent, pink lips bitten raw.
blonde hair is stuck to his forehead, and there is a small scar over his eyebrow you care not to ask about. he looks too boyish, too normal. you shudder.
His lips curl slightly. You notice him shaking slightly, breathing shallow as if he was holding something back.
“Ah. You’re still scared.” His voice was rough even without the modulator. “Guess you didn’t expect your monster to look so pretty, did ya?”
he studied your face for another beat, “careful, baby doll. keep looking at me like that, and I’ll start thinking you’re not scared anymore.”
you swallow as his palm cups your cheek. he’s turning your head sideways, eyes finding their way to your shoulder. you can even see him debating it for a moment, but he lets it go, eyes finding yours again.
“tell me,” he whispered, leaning in closer, breath warm on your face. “what do you want from me?”
he waited for you to say something, but your voice seems to have lost itself, letting out a shaky breath as you screw your eyes shut.
everything is too loud. you can hear your heart hammering in your chest.
“you’re done, huh?” he mutters, more to himself than you. You feel him shift between your legs, his hand sliding from your cheek to the side of your neck to press down on your pulse point.
“but you’re still alive,” he crooned, sounding pleased with himself. “kicking it too.”
he leaned into you, and before your fogged brain can process it, his lips brush your temple. Then your cheek. Then the corner of your mouth, pressing a bit harder there before he let up. It’s gentle, terrifyingly so compared to how he’d acted minutes before.
“sleep, baby doll,” he murmurs. “you’ve got no fight left in you to give me anyways.”
the mattress shifts, and he leaves from your grip, much to your chagrin. but you don’t fight it. you’re too tired.
“next time,” he says quietly, from somewhere in your room, “try not to make me wait so long.”
Then silence.
a/n: if this looks familiar, i actually wrote this and posted it a while back but ended up deleting the whole account it was posted on itself bc i was super embarrassed. so. yay. im reposting because i just want to.
My creative writing professor straight-up told me that writing and reading fanfiction doesn't help you in anything as a writer. Guess I'm not a writer then lol. Also, she said it was obvious where I came from because I had no narrative structure and stuff. Guess who'll stay writing fanfics and stop studying creative writing? ^_^
I wanna write part three of Perfect Girl SO BAD. PLEASE. I NEED TO WRITE PART THREE. MY CREATIVENESS DOESN'T LAST LONG. RELEASE ME FROM UNIIIIIIIIIIIII. SAVE ME, STALKER YUNHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I don't think you guys understand how much San with a chubby/fat gf means to me (mhm, that's right. Another chubby gf headcanon because I say so).
I mean, LOOK AT HIM. That man is HUGE and STRONG and UGH. DIOS MIO, CHOI SAN. LAS COSAS QUE ME HACES HACER Y DECIIIIIIIR.
San has always been quite a lovey dovey guy, so it's safe to say he LOVES cuddles. And before anyone says "oh, chubby girls are more than just pillows or soft things" I KNOW, BUT THAT MAN LOVES SOFTNESS. THAT MAN LOVES COMFORTABILITY. THAT MAN LOVES CLINGING TO YOU AND MELTING UNDER YOUR TOUCH. AND I SAY THAT AS A FAT GIRL MYSELF, DAMMIT. YOU'RE HIS SAFE SPACE.
He loves pastries, so expect cute bakery dates where he's shoving down a piece of strawberry cake while you laugh at him. You feel self-conscious? Wtf is that? That doesn't happen when San's around. He attacks you with too much love for you to overthink ANYTHING.
Going down that line, he's so passionate. No, seriously. That man kisses you like he needs to feel your soul during the kiss. And when you separate to catch your breath and you look into his eyes, his gaze is... hard to explain. It's as if he wants more of you, but not in a sexual way (sometimes it is, I'm ngl). It's one of those looks you give to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.
San doesn't like it when you're too hard on yourself. Because yes, it happens. There's always that annoying little voice in your head that wants to screw things up. It annoys you, and it annoys him, too. Especially when he sees you staring at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you look good. That stupid voice. I'm glad it doesn't last long after he fingers you in front of the mirror-.
He's SO pouty. He's always calling your name and poking your cheeks. You once threatened him with the spatula while you were cooking, but he just ran away laughing when he did it again. You were going to scold him, but look at those pretty lips of his and those cute eyes. Could you really scold him for loving you so much?
San isn't shy about showing off his love for you, but he likes the intimacy of keeping things private. That said, he is NOT nonchalant. He always shows up with a bouquet of flowers for you and insists on kissing your hand to greet you. "That's how you should greet a lady, my love", he always says, and you always blush.
Sometimes, after you two had sex, you lay in bed and look at him, wondering why he chose you out of thousands of women who die for him. But then he looks at you and gives you that sweet smile where his eyes close. That fucking adorable smile. It melts your thoughts away as you smile back at him.
"I love you." He whispers on your neck, leaving a gentle kiss.
"I love you too, baby." You reply, your hands roaming all over his back.
His head stays on your neck while one of his hands grips your hips, causing you to gasp.
"Round two and take-out for tonight?" He starts leaving more kisses on your neck as he gets on top of you.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ thinking about it - mafia boss!wooyoung and casual intimacy
mafia boss wooyoung who lets you put your hands all over him whenever you want, despite the value he puts into his intimidating appearance.
his fingers drum against the wood of the table, pale and covered in ink.
a few of his men were halfway through a report, a shipping route gone down, another rival captured. its nothing urgent, though it feels as though its been dragging on forever. you were starting to see the twitching in his jaw, despite how deathly still he seemed to sit through these meetings.
you didn't have much reason to be here either. but wooyoung would let you sit in sometimes, something he doesn't try to justify to anyone. he says its good practice for if he ever dies, a joke you have long since told him you don't find funny.
but today you're here, and today its taking far too long.
you can already feel it wearing you down. you pick at your nails for a solid ten minutes, but that isn't enough. at some point, your leg is bouncing unconsciously under the table, a rather terrible combo as you continue to pick at your nails.
you didn't think he'd notice it. infact, he gave no indication that he did, save for the tapping of his finger slowing.
the room is rather silent, and you stop the anxious movements for a moment, lifting to meet wooyoungs gaze. the room is awkward, his men stare at each other for answers, but everyone is smart enough to not say anything.
"are you done yet?"
his voice is flat when he's tired. a little irate, if you didn't know him well. his eyes flicked back and forth between your hand and your leg, a faint exhale leaving through his mouth.
he grabs at your hands, surprisingly warm, closing around the one you'd been picking at.
"can't even sit still for an hour." he grumbles under his breath, signaling for his men to continue. which they do, with the most bizarre looks of confusion and acceptance on their faces.
how awkward it must be for those poor men, you think.
one glances up to gauge the situation, eyes dropping as soon as he meets yours. the other is flipping through his notes as if he hasn't ever seen them before. the rest avoid eye contact, staring at random places when you look their way.
wooyoung is barely interested, running a thumb over your caged hand. he was enjoying it more than he showed.
you stop fidgeting.
instead you weasel out of his grip, grabbing his hand back. you can move your thumb to see the ink better, tracing the ones on his fingers all the way up. you follow it the ink trail to his wrist. he runs his own thumb over your fingers, squeezing to get a reaction.
"thats a better distraction, isn't it?" he mutters, only barely allowing you to catch it.
you do.
mafia boss wooyoung who puts anything he brings onto you immediately, like a dragon hoarding its treasures somewhere safe. somewhere familiar.
wooyoung has a habit of snatching things without realizing, handing off things to you as if expecting you to have any use for them.
it started small, keys, pens, a note, a lighter. he'll come in as he pleases, placing it in your hands to do with as you please. its cute, the kind of junk drawer you have now, full of things he's given you without explanation.
at some point, it stops being the smaller things though.
no, now hes slipping jewelry into your grasp.
you eye his items, and now they're yours to keep for eternity. thats just the way he is.
you eye a chain of his, and suddenly its wrapped around your wrist, wooyoung talking about how you can get it made into a bracelet and how someone owes him a favor, as you and his other men watch him rattle on.
then its one of his lucky cufflinks, claiming he lost the other half as he slips something shiny into his pocket, briefly glinting in the light. you tried to leave it in his night chest but you only find it in your hands the next morning, grip on it so tight you could see the indent of the pattern.
then its a copy of his signet. as much as he would've liked giving you the original signet, his cabinet was rather against it, offering to make, what was in his opinion, a rather subpar copy (something he was not very pleased by).
that too ends up in your hands. you joke he should give you the keys to the city at this point since he's so in love. he seems to consider it seriously for a moment.
you can hear one of his men choke up as he asks you with all the seriousness in the world: "which one?"
mafia boss!wooyoung whos always ready to indulge you in your interests, regardless of whether or not he finds them interesting.
there is not a single word registering in his brain, but he's still watching as you explain something about your favorite cars, pulling up your photos and showing him photos from what felt like years ago.
you're prattling off facts about a supercar you'd seen a couple of weeks ago when he shushes you, dead serious look on your face. for a moment, you think you've done something wrong. but then he grins.
"i remember you telling me about that one car... the valkyrie right?"
you blink.
"i- i think yeah?" by then he's not even listening to you, tapping away on his phone for a brief couple moments. when he's done, he sets it face down, face surprisingly nonchalant as he starts to talk to you.
"say, you wanna go to a car meet again? i know you loved them, and i got an invite from mingi pretty recently, he's having his crew race on the underground street circuits. was thinking of turning it down but if you like it..."
and that isn't even the biggest surprise.
the biggest surprise comes three weeks later, in the form of wooyoung guiding you around his home in a blindfold.
you hit your legs in multiple places, grumbling about bruising but he hushes you, giddiness apparent in his voice. you can almost imagine the look on his face as he leads you into what you know for a fact is the garage, by the sound that reverberates as he closes the door.
"are you ready?" you don't know what to say, so you just nod.
he drops your hand, walking behind you to pull off the blindfold.
in front of you is sitting a aston martin valkyrie. or what you'd assume to be an aston martin valkyrie. you're too shocked to say anything.
"woo, is this-" you choke out, stopping as you turn to him, rubbing your eyes. he's not even looking at the car. he's watching your face, as you've always seen him do.
"the car you kept talking about?" he shrugged, too casually for someone who had a million dollar car right in front of him. you keep blinking, because somewhere in there you think there is a joke being made.
"this doesn't make sense."
"i think it does." he says, getting closer to you.
"no no, listen to me." you turn to him, dead serious. "this isn't the type of car you can just call a dealership up for. they only produced them until 2024. there were only 275." your voice breaks on the number, bewildered.
he's grinning even wider now, almost as if begging you to ask him how he accomplished such a feat.
"wooyoung-" you started, but he held up a hand.
"i just had to call in some favors... well. a lot of favors from people who owed me big time. it wasn't that huge of a deal."
"you can't just do that!"
"i absolutely can."
you look at him.
he looks at the car, then you.
he's dead serious.
"so you just got your hands on the rarest hyper car in the world," you say, turning to him, "because i wouldn't shut up about it?"
he tilts his head head, making a face.
"that sounds a bit excessive?"
"because it is!"
"mhm." he's rolling his eyes at your shock. "you weren't being ungrateful when you saw it."
but you're back to staring down the car when you hear a jingle, turning your head in the direction of the sound.
theres keys dangling from his fingers. his expression is rather soft as he saunters up to you, hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards the car.
"c'mon." he huffs, although you can tell he's anything but annoyed. you stop right in front of the door, and thats when he takes your own hand, pressing the keys into them.
you want to give them back, but you seem to lose your voice when he curls your fingers around them.
"take them. 's not every day you get a car like that, right?" even when you don't respond, he presses a kiss to the side of your forehead, rubbing your shoulder.
"you're overthinking it. go and enjoy your car. someone'll be down in a bit to stay with you or even drive you, if you want that."
mafia boss!wooyoung who never wants to let you be far from him. he would do anything for your attention.
he's always hovering. it's kind of been a thing.
at first it was subtle, showing up to your job with food, flowers being sent, meeting you at your favorite coffee shop.
then you moved in with him.
that's when it got... odd.
if you were moving, he was somehow always near you. he'd follow you around the halls, like a lost puppy. if you were hiding in the library, he'd always find a spot next to you. hell even if you were hiding, he'd find a way to get into the spot, just wanting to be near you.
it was infuriatingly sweet how he'd have everything ready for you, even if it was a bit weird. you let him in for that exact reason.
thats why you notice when its too quiet. he's a creature of habit, and if he's not haunting the hall, then his voice is. but you can't seem to hear that today either.
you're sure you're just imagining it, that he's probably gotten better at hiding. maybe he was at another outing and he just forgot to tell you. you even stopped three or four times, and nothing came of it.
no wooyoung. your stomach tightened at the idea.
you check the places he's usually at out of habit. his library, office, living room are all empty.
the last place you could think of was his bedroom.
you squint when you open the door.
his room is dark, curtains closed, with no light but from what was coming in through the windows in the hall.
"wooyoung? what are you..."
"mmh. headache." his voice sounds exhausted, drained in a way that makes you pause for a moment.
you weren't naive, but you knew from experience headaches could be awful. closing the door behind you, you inched closer to his bedside, confused on what exactly was going on
"since when did it start?" you questioned hesitantly, standing over the side.
"its been here a while." he says after a brief pausing, softly moaning as he uncovered his head to look at you. "the lights were hurting my eyes."
even with the look of pain on his face, you could still see the look in his eyes, as if he was looking for something from you.
"i was looking for you." you mutter in response. "shoulda told me if something was going on."
"were you?" he hummed.
you raised an eyebrow. "i was... is there something i did or..?"
"what? no, never." he replied a little too quickly, earning a huff from you as you got closer to the edge of the bed to pull the blanket off him.
in hindsight, not your smartest idea.
he moves rather fast for a supposedly sick man. his hands grab around your waist, yanking you into bed before you can even say anything.
it's over before you can say anything about it, head settled against your shoulder, arms hugging your waist like he was hugging you. he's comfortable. too comfortable for a man with a headache.
"wooyoung-" you start, and he whines. actually whines like a child being told no. "but my head hurts."
"you said you have a headache."
"well. maybe i did."
"you still do?"
"not anymore."
you blink once. twice. you're still trying to process it when he lets out a happy little sigh, almost as if he's pleased with himself.
"you're quite proud of this, aren't you?" he doesn't say anything, just lazily leaving kisses on your neck. he thought he could distract you.
"you still came back to me. so it worked." his eyes flick to your face for a moment, but its not in a harsh or unforgiving way.
he's being soft about it.
you sigh.
"you're ridiculous."
"i know."
"you also have a meeting with your friends at 6."
"thats gonna get rescheduled anyways."
a/n: first full hc fic thing yipe! keep in mind i do not condone the illegal actions and romanticization of the mafia and any way the ateez memebers are portrayed is not indicative of their true nature!
Looking for your classes while planning a schedule for enrollment WHILE STILL trying to check if your friend and you can take the SAME CLASS at the SAME TIME and the SAME SECTION is not for the weak. I fear I'm about to lose it.
genre: thriller, psychological
pairing: stalker!Yunho x fem!chubby!reader
synopsis: Yunho found his perfect girl. Now, he has to protect and take care of you. Who will if not him?
warnings: Mild language, dark!Yunho, ooc!Yunho (ofc), stalker!Yunho, uhhh someone's mean to reader while at work, yandere themes (probably not done right, so sorry), customer service gone wrong (lol sorry), stalking, unconsensual photography, brief mention of religious themes, not proofread!
author's note: So uhhh I'm supposed to be doing an assignment for tomorrow, and it's long af, BUT I wanted to give you part two of "Perfect Girl" 'cause I couldn't help it. You guys LOVED it, and I'm super super grateful to you, guys. Thank you so much for the support! I know I promised a Vampire!MATZ fic, but since that one contains (SPOILER) smut, and it's my first time writing smut, I want to dedicate time to it. So for now, enjoy part 2! Pls remember that this is a WORK OF FICTION, which means that the actions here DO NOT PORTRAY IRL YUNHO'S ACTIONS. If you're not comfortable seeing Yunho portrayed like this, DO NOT READ. Without further ado, enjoy ♡.
Part 1: here
tag list: @angstylittleb1tch @ithinkthereforeidont @freyjaaaaaaa @depressed--emo--bitch @dolliesbunny @yuyusbabygirl (ik some of you didn't say you wanted to be on a taglist, but since I read you wanted to see part 2, I tagged you. Again, tysm for the support and sweet words! ♡)
When Yunho met you, he didn't instantly become obsessed. Perhaps this is why he was sure things were different with you.
The first time Yunho saw you was at an internet cafe. Apparently your laptop had ran out of battery and you had to finish something for work ASAP. Or well, at least that's what he heard you saying to whoever you were sending a voice message to. He studied you for a while, taking note of your behavior. "Ordinary" was the first thing he thought about when he saw you, but when you turned your head to the side, made eye contact with him, and smiled? He felt his heart skip a beat for a second.
The second time he saw you was at your workplace. You were new at the bookstore downtown, while he was a regular. It had been a while since he had returned to the bookstore due to work, so seeing a new face surprised him. You were organizing new books that had been donated by the community. You had them arranged alphabetically by author. "How curious," he thought, and smiled slightly as he observed your movements.
It wasn't until you got up that you noticed his presence.
"Oh, good morning! How are you? May I help you?" you said with a smile.
He noticed the blush on your cheeks and the way you smiled nervously. Did you find him attractive, or was it just nerves? Damn it. Now you were going to treat him with all the kindness in the world, hoping he'd give you his number, or you'd give him yours, so you could start talking or something. It was already common for him that other girls—and guys from time to time—wanted to give him the best service just to have a chance to go out with him, only to turn out to be a bunch of hypocrites later. How insufferable.
"I'm just waiting for my coffee order, but thank you," he replied calmly.
You smiled again. It was sweet, he had to admit, but just how much were you faking that sweet smile?
"Alright then. If you need anything else, just let me know."
You continued working as if nothing had happened. Well, not quite. Yunho noticed how you "discreetly" glanced at him, but quickly turned your head away and went back to what you were doing. He smiled to himself. Okay, maybe it was kind of cute how nervous you looked, but it still irritated him just thinking that you were being nice for other reasons.
For a couple of days, the routine continued like that. He'd arrive, you'd greet him with a big smile and flushed cheeks, and then you'd go back to your work. You still hadn't asked for his number. In fact, you didn't speak to him beyond "Good morning" and "Can I help you with anything?". Maybe he assumed wrong, or maybe you were planning to impress him. Like now, when you were helping an old man find a book.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have that book," you apologized, bowing. "But you could check at the library on the next street. Since it's an older book, there's a chance it's there."
That smile again. Warm, sweet, and sincere. It sent shivers down his spine just seeing it. Could anyone fake a smile like that? He'd never met anyone who could feign such genuine emotion.
"Could you help me get there, young lady?" asked the old man.
"Of course! Give me a moment, please."
You asked your boss for permission to go out and help the man, and she agreed. As he watched you leave through the door, supporting the man and helping him walk, a question popped into Yunho's mind. What if you were just being kind? Yunho chuckled to himself. Did such a thing even exist these days? Being kind without expecting anything in return?
Yunho confirmed it the day he witnessed a customer being rude to you. Apparently, the girl's coffee order was wrong, but actually, she'd taken the wrong order. You don't even work in the coffee shop, but she decided to get back at you anyway.
"I ordered an iced latte with caramel and whipped cream! This is chocolate!" she shrieked, making the other customers uncomfortable.
"Miss, please calm down. I don't work in this area. I'm on break," you tried to explain. You looked clearly uncomfortable and somewhat anxious.
"I don't care!" the customer cried. "This order is wrong, and I want you to fix it!"
Yunho sat to one side, watching the situation unfold. He was more focused on your reaction than on the scene the girl was causing.
"Miss, we're making your order right now. That one is from the girl behind you," one of the cafeteria employees explained.
"No! I was here before her, so this order is supposed to be mine! And I want you to fix it!"
"That doesn't even make sense!" you snapped. "Just please, miss! They're trying to give you the right order, and I don't work at the coffee shop!"
Obviously, the girl didn't take that well. She threw the drink at you, causing everyone present to gasp as they stared in astonishment. You froze, unsure how to react.
Yunho didn't realize when he got up or when he left the establishment. He only knows that, from one moment to the next, he was slashing the tires of the girl's car who had thrown the drink at you.
How cruel! How dare she treat you like that? You were so kind to her. He was sure you'd say something to her. Shit, he was dying for you to say something about her immature behavior! He'd seen people pull each other's hair over less than that, but you just… froze. Sure, you looked mad and indignant, but it was like your body couldn't process it.
"Poor thing," Yunho thought. And you didn't insult her at all, even though he could see you biting your cheek to keep from saying anything inappropriate! No, you were really a good person. You wanted to stay professional and respectful no matter what. That takes a lot of character.
He followed you home that afternoon. But don't think it's anything strange, okay? He just wanted to know how you were! After how that witch treated you, he wanted to know if you were alright. That's why he peeked through your bedroom window, where he saw you drying your tears. That caused something burning inside him to twist. He always saw you smiling, but now you were crying. Even if you were calm now, it doesn't change the fact that you were crying.
Yunho clenched his fists so tightly he couldn't feel his fingers. People are cruel, vile, and hypocritical. This world is rotten, but you… Oh, you weren't. You were… perfect. His perfect girl. So sweet and kind without expecting anything in return. Even now, he could see you gathering yourself up to stop thinking about what happened today. You must be an angel, of course, because no human being could be as sweet as you. Yes, that was it. You were an angel that God had brought into the world to help and brighten the day of other people, but he knew very well what human beings were capable of doing. The world had become Sodom and Gomorrah, and you were the angel they wanted to take advantage of. But don't worry, because he knew what he had to do. He was going to become your guardian so that all those who dared to harm you would suffer the consequences. Oh, perfect girl. How blessed you were now!
Yunho took a picture of you sitting on the bed. You looked tired, and you were already without makeup, but he loved that even more. He could see you just as you were, and he found that a thousand times more captivating. Who would've thought that the same man would come to talk to you the next day with all the calm in the world?
"Are you okay?" Yunho asked after you greeted him, grabbing you by surprise.
"Oh, uh... Yeah, I'm better now," you smiled up at him. Of course you did; you're always smiling, after all.
"Yesterday was pretty rough for you," he acknowledged. "You handled that pretty well."
You chuckled and shook your head.
"Yeah, I guess so," you mumbled to yourself. "Sorry for yesterday's, uh... incident. We've made sure she doesn't come here again. Well, not like she can go anywhere any time soon," a laugh escaped your lips. "Her tires were damaged. I guess karma exists, huh?"
"Yeah. Karma," he mumbled with a smile across his face, staring at you.
genre: thriller, psychological
pairing: stalker!Yunho x fem!chubby!reader
synopsis: Yunho found his perfect girl. Now, he has to protect and take care of you. Who will if not him?
warnings: Mild language, dark!Yunho, ooc!Yunho (ofc), stalker!Yunho, uhhh someone's mean to reader while at work, yandere themes (probably not done right, so sorry), customer service gone wrong (lol sorry), stalking, unconsensual photography, brief mention of religious themes, not proofread!
author's note: So uhhh I'm supposed to be doing an assignment for tomorrow, and it's long af, BUT I wanted to give you part two of "Perfect Girl" 'cause I couldn't help it. You guys LOVED it, and I'm super super grateful to you, guys. Thank you so much for the support! I know I promised a Vampire!MATZ fic, but since that one contains (SPOILER) smut, and it's my first time writing smut, I want to dedicate time to it. So for now, enjoy part 2! Pls remember that this is a WORK OF FICTION, which means that the actions here DO NOT PORTRAY IRL YUNHO'S ACTIONS. If you're not comfortable seeing Yunho portrayed like this, DO NOT READ. Without further ado, enjoy ♡.
Part 1: here
tag list: @angstylittleb1tch @ithinkthereforeidont @freyjaaaaaaa @depressed--emo--bitch @dolliesbunny @yuyusbabygirl (ik some of you didn't say you wanted to be on a taglist, but since I read you wanted to see part 2, I tagged you. Again, tysm for the support and sweet words! ♡)
When Yunho met you, he didn't instantly become obsessed. Perhaps this is why he was sure things were different with you.
The first time Yunho saw you was at an internet cafe. Apparently your laptop had ran out of battery and you had to finish something for work ASAP. Or well, at least that's what he heard you saying to whoever you were sending a voice message to. He studied you for a while, taking note of your behavior. "Ordinary" was the first thing he thought about when he saw you, but when you turned your head to the side, made eye contact with him, and smiled? He felt his heart skip a beat for a second.
The second time he saw you was at your workplace. You were new at the bookstore downtown, while he was a regular. It had been a while since he had returned to the bookstore due to work, so seeing a new face surprised him. You were organizing new books that had been donated by the community. You had them arranged alphabetically by author. "How curious," he thought, and smiled slightly as he observed your movements.
It wasn't until you got up that you noticed his presence.
"Oh, good morning! How are you? May I help you?" you said with a smile.
He noticed the blush on your cheeks and the way you smiled nervously. Did you find him attractive, or was it just nerves? Damn it. Now you were going to treat him with all the kindness in the world, hoping he'd give you his number, or you'd give him yours, so you could start talking or something. It was already common for him that other girls—and guys from time to time—wanted to give him the best service just to have a chance to go out with him, only to turn out to be a bunch of hypocrites later. How insufferable.
"I'm just waiting for my coffee order, but thank you," he replied calmly.
You smiled again. It was sweet, he had to admit, but just how much were you faking that sweet smile?
"Alright then. If you need anything else, just let me know."
You continued working as if nothing had happened. Well, not quite. Yunho noticed how you "discreetly" glanced at him, but quickly turned your head away and went back to what you were doing. He smiled to himself. Okay, maybe it was kind of cute how nervous you looked, but it still irritated him just thinking that you were being nice for other reasons.
For a couple of days, the routine continued like that. He'd arrive, you'd greet him with a big smile and flushed cheeks, and then you'd go back to your work. You still hadn't asked for his number. In fact, you didn't speak to him beyond "Good morning" and "Can I help you with anything?". Maybe he assumed wrong, or maybe you were planning to impress him. Like now, when you were helping an old man find a book.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have that book," you apologized, bowing. "But you could check at the library on the next street. Since it's an older book, there's a chance it's there."
That smile again. Warm, sweet, and sincere. It sent shivers down his spine just seeing it. Could anyone fake a smile like that? He'd never met anyone who could feign such genuine emotion.
"Could you help me get there, young lady?" asked the old man.
"Of course! Give me a moment, please."
You asked your boss for permission to go out and help the man, and she agreed. As he watched you leave through the door, supporting the man and helping him walk, a question popped into Yunho's mind. What if you were just being kind? Yunho chuckled to himself. Did such a thing even exist these days? Being kind without expecting anything in return?
Yunho confirmed it the day he witnessed a customer being rude to you. Apparently, the girl's coffee order was wrong, but actually, she'd taken the wrong order. You don't even work in the coffee shop, but she decided to get back at you anyway.
"I ordered an iced latte with caramel and whipped cream! This is chocolate!" she shrieked, making the other customers uncomfortable.
"Miss, please calm down. I don't work in this area. I'm on break," you tried to explain. You looked clearly uncomfortable and somewhat anxious.
"I don't care!" the customer cried. "This order is wrong, and I want you to fix it!"
Yunho sat to one side, watching the situation unfold. He was more focused on your reaction than on the scene the girl was causing.
"Miss, we're making your order right now. That one is from the girl behind you," one of the cafeteria employees explained.
"No! I was here before her, so this order is supposed to be mine! And I want you to fix it!"
"That doesn't even make sense!" you snapped. "Just please, miss! They're trying to give you the right order, and I don't work at the coffee shop!"
Obviously, the girl didn't take that well. She threw the drink at you, causing everyone present to gasp as they stared in astonishment. You froze, unsure how to react.
Yunho didn't realize when he got up or when he left the establishment. He only knows that, from one moment to the next, he was slashing the tires of the girl's car who had thrown the drink at you.
How cruel! How dare she treat you like that? You were so kind to her. He was sure you'd say something to her. Shit, he was dying for you to say something about her immature behavior! He'd seen people pull each other's hair over less than that, but you just… froze. Sure, you looked mad and indignant, but it was like your body couldn't process it.
"Poor thing," Yunho thought. And you didn't insult her at all, even though he could see you biting your cheek to keep from saying anything inappropriate! No, you were really a good person. You wanted to stay professional and respectful no matter what. That takes a lot of character.
He followed you home that afternoon. But don't think it's anything strange, okay? He just wanted to know how you were! After how that witch treated you, he wanted to know if you were alright. That's why he peeked through your bedroom window, where he saw you drying your tears. That caused something burning inside him to twist. He always saw you smiling, but now you were crying. Even if you were calm now, it doesn't change the fact that you were crying.
Yunho clenched his fists so tightly he couldn't feel his fingers. People are cruel, vile, and hypocritical. This world is rotten, but you… Oh, you weren't. You were… perfect. His perfect girl. So sweet and kind without expecting anything in return. Even now, he could see you gathering yourself up to stop thinking about what happened today. You must be an angel, of course, because no human being could be as sweet as you. Yes, that was it. You were an angel that God had brought into the world to help and brighten the day of other people, but he knew very well what human beings were capable of doing. The world had become Sodom and Gomorrah, and you were the angel they wanted to take advantage of. But don't worry, because he knew what he had to do. He was going to become your guardian so that all those who dared to harm you would suffer the consequences. Oh, perfect girl. How blessed you were now!
Yunho took a picture of you sitting on the bed. You looked tired, and you were already without makeup, but he loved that even more. He could see you just as you were, and he found that a thousand times more captivating. Who would've thought that the same man would come to talk to you the next day with all the calm in the world?
"Are you okay?" Yunho asked after you greeted him, grabbing you by surprise.
"Oh, uh... Yeah, I'm better now," you smiled up at him. Of course you did; you're always smiling, after all.
"Yesterday was pretty rough for you," he acknowledged. "You handled that pretty well."
You chuckled and shook your head.
"Yeah, I guess so," you mumbled to yourself. "Sorry for yesterday's, uh... incident. We've made sure she doesn't come here again. Well, not like she can go anywhere any time soon," a laugh escaped your lips. "Her tires were damaged. I guess karma exists, huh?"
"Yeah. Karma," he mumbled with a smile across his face, staring at you.
