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Hi, I love you writing 🥺❤ could I ask for a yanskz! MTL to like it when their s/o is innocent? 👉👈
MOST
Chan
Seungmin
Felix
Hyunjin
Jeongin
Jisung
Minho
Changbin
LEAST
Chan and Seungmin are the ones who would most enjoy an innocent someone. Both are yandere types that don't necessarily need to prove their dominance to their someone. They both know theyre smarter than their someone and if they're innocent and obedient they will be easier to shape into their perfect partners. Felix would simply find an innocent partner cute and wouldn't prefer someone who is confident or talks back a lot.
Hyunjin and Jeongin both don't really care about if their someone is innocent or not. Jeongin is very violent and will see his someone more as a plaything than as an actual person for a long while so their personality won't matter. Hyunjin would enjoy someone who is innocent and make fun of them for their innocence but would also find pleasure in humiliating a less innocent someone for their thoughts.
Jisung, Minho and Changbin wouldn't like it as much. Jisung is the most likely to tolerate an innocent someone and pictures his partner that way in his head, but if he's met with an actually innocent and sweet someone he'd easily get triggered by it. Especially if they cry a lot - he hates it.
Minho is both delusional and suspicious in a weird mix. He'd suspect their someone to put on an act to please him. He would definitely not like it and often scoff at his someone, telling them to stop pretending.
Changbin has the biggest issues with this temper and therefore an innocent and sweet someone id not preferable. In a way Changbin craves for a someone who understands his anger and and someone too sweet wouldn't be able to understand him like that.
hi! first, i really love this blog!! it's really interesting seeing how you write the different skz members as yanderes!! ❤❤❤ idk if this counts as a request or goes along with the rules, but could you detail the yandere profiles that you have for each member? (if you can't do all of them, maybe just han and hyunjin?) like, what kind of yanderes do you see them as and how do they interact with their obsession? thanks so much, keep up the good work!! ❤💟💖
I'll just do Jisung and Hyunjin for now! Gonna work on a yandere profile post eventually!
Jisung is the kind of yandere who will be delusional when it comes to his own behavior. He underestimates the violence and insanity that's dominating his head and manages to excuse his behavior to himself always. He's convinced that he would make a perfect partner for his y/n. He is angry at their resistance and tears. Tears specially are something that will always bring him to rage. If his y/n cries he will always get violent, insulting and humiliating.
Basically at any point where they're reflecting his violent behavior he'll get even more angry and unhinged. If they cry after a punishment or ask him to go home or see their parents he'll tie them up and hurt them repeatedly with his own hands and/or knifes. He uses derogatory terms for his someone during punishments always. "You dumb fucking little baby! Why'd you cry?? Are you really that stupid that you don't know I'll get angry if you try to deny me a kiss?"
Jisung will most likely have a seperate room for his someone and only let them into his room when he thinks they deserve it. He craves for physical contact but he can't be bothered with their disobedience. He also rids himself of hearing their sobs and screams at night so he can see himself as the victim in the long run.
Hyunjin is very aware of his obsession and he absolutely hates it. He feels superior to his someone and the fact that he's the obsessed one and not them is the only thing that taints this superiority. His method is trying to hide his obsession (not very successfully) and painting his someone as basically unworthy of his attention.
He'd humiliate and punish his someone for even little mistakes and sometimes just because he feels like it. He would also in the beginning of the relationship stir up some insecurity in them. "You want to touch my hand bug? Who told you, you could do so without my permission? If you want to hold it ask me nicely and I'll consider it."
Despite his degrading attitude he longs for his someone a lot and can't keep them far away from him. They're always in his room o4 near him so he can hold them and play with their cheeks. He doesn't believe in isolation as a punishment but he will ignore his someone and only forgive them when they come begging on their knees.
Don't provoke or upset yandere Hyunjin tho, he will take it as a personal attack and his punisments can be harsh if he wants to. "Did you just say no to me??? I think you just did. Now what will I do to u next....?"
how would yandere changbin react if his s/o hid somewhere in his house and he had to find them cat and mouse style?
Yandere Changbin has a pretty short temper he wouldn't like it at all. At first he would try to threaten his someone and yell for them to come out.
"THIS IS MY HOUSE DON'T BE STUPID Y/N I'LL FIND YOU YOU'LL ONLY MAKE ME MAD."
If y/n still refuses to come out of her hiding spot hed start throwing things and punching furniture to control his rage. When he finally finds her he'd be raging. He'd pull her out of her little hiding spot with insane glimmering eyes.
"You really, really shouldn't have made me that mad you ignorant bitch now deal with the consequences."
He'd punch y/n across the face ans chain her up in a secluded area and she probably won't get rid of those chains for months. Deep down he would hate the loss of control he experienced and he'll never trust her again after this.
Hello can I ask for a yandere skz MTL to find it cute when their s/o is sensitive or a crybaby? 🥺💕
Most
Jeongin
Seungmin
Chan
Felix
Changbin
Minho
Hyunjin
Jisung
Least
Jeongin Seungmin Chan
These three have three different reasons. For innie it's that hes a fat sadist. So seeing his obsession cry and T.T a lot actually make him feel good about himself. Like Hah. I put her in distress. And for seungmin, hes kind of the really smart type yan who conceals his emotions pretty damn well too. For him, he would actually like seeing his obsession be a crybabay bc he sees a trait like that as a lack of intelligence and wit. So hes like nice shes dumb. I can play with her mind however I want. Chan is one among the three who actually enjoys it. Hes a caretaker type, he doesnt want his obsession to do anything by themselves so if they're a liddol cry bebi he would actually uwu n pat them n give them a lollipop.
Felix Changbin
These two dont appreciate y/n whining sm honestly. But felix will put up with it a bit more than bin bc felix is someone who likes to discipline. And once again, he does enjoy seeing distress. And Bini also low key puts up with it. He doesnt love it but he is kinda like yeah they're like that they cry a lot so hes somewhat adjusted to that.
Minho Hyunjin Jisung
Oh boi these three. Minho and hyunjin get so IRRITATED by y/n crying. Hyunjin will def slap them if they start crying n will threaten like if I hear one more noise from you I'll bash your skull into the wall. And Minho too gets so annoyed by her crying. Will also scold her when shes crying but hyunjin is somehow more irritated by it than minho. And jisung comes in last place bc his reaction to this would b completely different. He would panic when y/n starts to cry bc he doesnt know how to stop it. He might get angry too bc he feels helpless n might hurt her even more. Being a cry baby with him is def not a good choice bc he might end up doing worse things to you and then feeling bad n might even accidentally kill you bc he freaked out. 10/10 do not rec.
If u want to start a roleplay, you can just start off with any desired prompt. It can be a dialogue or just a general setting. But make sure when you're sending your 1st rp ask u mention what member u want, for example
Yan!Jisung : *your prompt*
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And once again a small reminder that we do not do smut.
Additionally, we do skz chatbots too. N those will all be independent asks (u cannot connect them to any ask from before) and hence u do not need to sign off for that. The template for the chatbot is as follows:
Summary: Bang Chan was always very secretive about his personal life, and his best friends Han Jisung and Seo Changbin started noticing some things.... strange about him
Genre: Yandere, Dark, Gore.
Author: Admin Tiny
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“I’ll see you at the bar in an hour, then? You are coming out with us, aren’t you?” said Jisung to Chan, as he tried to hail a cab. Chan chuckled as he shook his head. “No can do, Jisung. It’s the weekend, and you know I spend my weekends with my Y/N. That’s the only time I’m free.” Jisung turned his head away a bit, but that didn’t prevent Chan from seeing him roll his eyes. The older immediately felt his mood darken. “Hey, hey. Don’t roll your eyes at me or my girlfriend, okay? I’m warning you. You’ve done this before.” Jisung quickly cleared his throat, taken aback. “I-I’m sorry, Chan. It’s just that… y-you always spend your weekends with her, and it’s not that it bothers us, but you’re our friend too. Maybe if you’d come out with us and Y/N, then we could all have fun, right?” He suggested desperately, very obviously trying not to provoke the already infuriated man before him. Chan waved him off dismissively, signaling that the conversation was over.
The younger cleared his throat and shuffled awkwardly before continuing, despite the hostility. “I mean, I don’t mean to be rude, but none of us have met her yet? We’ve only seen pictures. It would be nice if we could all go eat out togeth-”
"No. And that’s it. You can’t meet her. Case closed. I want to go see Y/N now, I can’t keep her waiting. You can hail a cab by yourself, can’t you" Jisung nodded. “Good. I’ll get going now, then.”
Jisung hung his head and sighed. The thought of his best friend leaving him for a girl irked him more than just a bit, but he was mostly upset with himself for prying, especially since Chan had already established that he didn’t want to share his info, despite being friends for almost a month. But he couldn’t help but get curious about Y/N. Chan always talked about her, and if it weren’t for the pictures, Jisung would have been convinced that he was making her up. Besides, it was Chan’s birthday today. Their mutual friend Changbin and himself thought of throwing him a surprise party at the bar they usually hung out at. Chan’s refusal meant that the two of them had to come up with some other plan for the party. The boy pulled out his phone and punched in Changbin’s number as he entered the cab that stopped for him.
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Chan smiled to himself as he rattled the door knocker with one hand, while he fished out the keys from his pocket with the other, knowing he’d have to open the door himself anyways. He just knocked out of habit. He always did. My lazy Y/N, he chuckled as he thought to himself. You’re sleeping, aren’t you?
The dark-haired man tiptoed into his shared bedroom and peeked in. Just as he had suspected, his Y/N was laying on the bed. She laid on her back, and the blanket was tucked under her chin. Chan walked over and sat down next to her. “Princess…” he called out to her. Her lack of a response didn’t faze him. He was used to it. Talking to Y/N was just another thing he did out of habit.
“Wake up, sleepyhead! Let’s get you ready for tonight’s dinner! You can sleep all you want after dinner, Princess,” Chan continued as he sat her up on the bed, causing her sheets to fall off. Chan’s dimples appeared when he saw what she was wearing. “Y/N, I got you that dress last week and you’re still wearing it? Did you like it that much? Maybe I should get you more yellow clothes. It makes your skin look less pale…”
No, Chan. No more of that, he scolded himself internally. He took a deep breath to compose himself. When he opened his eyes again, he saw his Y/N sitting up in her bed, smiling beautifully. Her rosy cheeks and sparkly eyes convinced him that nothing was wrong. I missed you, she cooed warmly, running her hands through her boyfriend’s curly hair. Happy Birthday, Chan! The exhausted man leaned into her touch, hoping to feel the warmth that he had been deprived of for so long. But there was nothing. Nothing. But that didn’t bother Chan. He was used to it.
“Let’s get something to eat, shall we? I’ll cook for us! I know how much you love my pasta, baby!” Chan exclaimed as he clapped his hands and helped Y/N out of the bed. Chan observed her weak movements and her lack of bearings. Chuckling delightfully as he picked her up, and sat her down at the dining table.
As soon as he moved away from her, her face fell flat onto the table. Chan helped her up again and apologized profusely for his lack of attention. How could I forget the rope… she can’t sit up without the rope, you dimwit, he scolded himself as he tied his girlfriend to the chair, since she couldn’t sit up very well. “You’re getting quite… stiff these days, aren’t you, baby?” Chan grunted, more so to himself as he struggled to position her properly on the dining chair. Giving up, he settled with having her lay on the couch, as he cooked dinner.
He had his back faced to her as he prepped the veggies. The only sound in the room was that of his knife slicing carrots. By now, he should have been used to the lack of noise in his house, but he craved to hear Y/N’s voice again. It had been too long. He splashed some water onto his face and glanced at his girl, who was now sprawled on the couch, her hair disheveled, and her dress creased. Am I not taking care of her correctly? Should I find a better method to-
Knock, knock, knock.
Chan froze at the sound of the door knocker rattling. Wait, what? Who could it be? Nobody knows my address, and I’m not expecting anyone. Then who- “YO! OPEN UP! IT’S US!” Changbin’s husky voice called out, accompanied by a high-pitched giggle, no doubt, belonging to Jisung. Startled, Chan dropped the glass bowl he had been holding.
Jisung bounced slightly on his feet, his excitement making him giggle. Changbin chuckled at the boy’s antics. The two of them stood outside Chan’s door, clutching bags full of gifts and a huge cake. When nobody answered, Changbin, called out to his best friend, and was no doubt thrown-off when a loud crash responded instead. “Mate, you okay? Open the door for us, man,” Changbin continued as he knocked on the door.
Inside the house, Chan was a mess. He didn’t know what to do. On the couch lay Y/N, none of this commotion disrupting her peace. He couldn’t possibly even try to hide her now. It was too late. With fingers crossed, he hoped that maybe, just maybe he would be able to send them off for a while, just long enough to fix everything. He composed himself and answered the door.
“Surprise!” Both the boys chorused happily.
Chan tried to smile back in response, but somehow, this time, his acting failed him. The grins on both the other boys’ faces quickly turned to disappointment seeing Chan’s reaction. Before they could even enquire what was the matter, Chan involuntarily turned his head back and peeked at Y/N on his couch.
“Oh, is that Y/N?! Can we say hi?”
Chan whipped his head back to see Jisung looking over his shoulder, and Changbin trying to get a look at her himself too. “Come on, Sung! Let’s go say hi!” Changbin exclaimed and entered before Chan could stop him.
The happy boy skipped towards where Y/N laid. Before he could say anything, realization struck him. Laying before him on the couch was a lifeless embalmed body. Her skin was pale, and her lips were glued together. Her lifeless grey pupils stared into the open.
She was dead.
“C-Chan what is this? I don’t-”
Whack!
Chan watched as his two best friends fell to the ground. Changbin’s body lay on his side, blood leaking from his nose and his mouth agape, very much dead from that fatal hit on the back of his head. Jisung, however, squirmed a little on the floor.
“Shut the fuck up, Jisung,” Chan growled, kicking him hard in the stomach. Jisung groaned louder, tears streaming down his puffy cheeks. “I told you I don’t want your pesky ass in my matters, and yet you had to invade my privacy. You deserve this, you little prick,” Chan spat at him. Jisung looked up at his friend. The friend whom he had once considered like his own older brother. “Y-you’re a p-psycho, Chan. You’re c-crazy!” He choked out loudly, the pain getting too intense for him. Chan rolled his eyes at him and whacked his head one last time.
*
Chan bit his lower lip in concentration, as he balanced four steaming plates of his signature Pasta Bolognese. Setting it down in front of his guests, he took his seat at the head of the table and grinned excitedly at the newcomers.
“I hope you two are comfortable in your seats,” he gestured towards Jisung and Changbin, who’s dead bodies were tied to the wooden dining chairs. Changbin’s head drooped down, and blood dripped down from his nose, onto the plate. Jisung had no blood on himself, but his open eyes stared into nothingness.
Chan looked up at his dinner guests. All three of them sat cold and dead before him. Noticing that Changbin’s and Jisung’s state, he made a mental note to embalm them as soon as possible. He took a deep breath, and let his imagination take over his sense. When he looked up again, he saw his three most favorite people chatting and laughing. Their skin glowed, and their eyes sparkled. Happy birthday, Chan! They chorused; happy grins plastered across their features. Chan smiled at the thought. I could live like this, he thought to himself. This isn’t bad. This is great!
This might be quick sorry, but that Yan Straykids MLT to whoop you with a belt for punishment was ✨delicious✨. So do you think you can do a ddlg(if that's fine with you) Yan Ateez MLT whoop you during punishment ( I love, love, love your work btw🥰🥰💜💜💜)
Ajsiodr thank you for enjoying it 😭💛
I would do this request too but Admin Squish and I dont do smut!! Plus, we're a skz blog :3
Maybe request the same with Skz and we could get started on it!!
And here we have a cringy fluff I made for Admin Squish more than a year ago after she went for a SKz concert and I wanted to cure the post concert depression. I hope we can all cringe together ♡
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[1:08 AM] Hyunjin barely made it through the door before you tackled him in a tight hug. "Woah! Someone's happy," he chuckled as he ran his fingers through your long hair. "Jinnie! You were amazing on stage! Ah, I'm so glad I got to see you perform live! Oh my god, you did so well in your part in WHO! Oh my god, you were so charismatic and cool!" You blabber with excitement, causing him to giggle and cup your flushed face.
"I'm glad you could make it, too," he said, smiling softly. "It was nice performing today, knowing that someone special was watching," he mumbled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. You could feel butterflies erupt in your tummy from his words, and you didn't bother trying to hide how much he effected you.
"I was looking for you since the moment I got on stage," he continued as he dragged you to the bed, sitting down. "Thank god you were in the front. Or else I don't think I would've found you in the midst of all those people," he said, more to himself than to you. "Anyways, I was going to ask if if you enjoyed the show, but the answer is obvious now, isn't it?" He teased, earning a light smack on his chest.
He fell back onto the bed and sighed softly, closing his eyes. ""You're really tired, aren't you? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone into crazy fangirl mode," you mumbled, feeling a little guilty for throwing yourself onto him when he looked like all he wanted was to go to bed. He waved off your apology. "Y/N, I'm glad I actually have you in flesh with me tonight. You have no idea how much I crave cuddling with you to sleep when I get home after every show," he said, causing you to flush a bit.
"Now, c'mere. Let me cuddle you," he said as he pulled you down onto the bed, your head resting on his chest, both of you softly shaking in quiet giggles. His larger frame engulfed you perfectly, and his chin rested on the top of your head, as you inhaled his scent, getting a little intoxicated. His long fingers stroked your hair rhythmically, slowly lulling you to sleep. You suspected he was drowsy too, judging by the way his chest rose and fell to a much slower rhythm. A few more moments were spent in that comfortable science, before Hyunjin broke it with the three words you both spoke the most.
Hi can I get a Yan! Straykids MLT whoop you with a belt during punishment pweety pwease🥺
Hi hello!!!
Most
Jeongin
Lino
Felix
Chan
Changbin
Seungmin
Han
Hyunjin
Least
Jeongin Minho Felix
So I these three are actually the most sadistic ones of out the three. Jeongin especially. He would whoop your ass just bc it amuses him. For Minho he doesnt show his anger a lot so whooping your ass would be a way for him to take it all out. And Felix is just the kind of guy who's into discipline. He probably in general uses a lot of physical punishment anways.
Chan Changbin
Now these two actually depend. Chan wouldnt do it a lot but if he sees it necessary he would maybe smack his obsession once or twice like grrrr behave but he doesnr go overboard most of the time. N for bin well. Hes terrifying when mad but he also doesnt get mad that easily. So hes in the position he's in on the list.
Seungmin Han Hyunjin
These three have different reasons. For seungmin its that has a smart smart yan. He would only use physical means if he sees that it has an effect on his obsession. But in general he prefers to just mentally torture his obsession. And jisung is manipulative too but hes a bit delulu so he wont employ physical means bc it would end up w him freaking out bc he hurt his obsession. And for hyunjin it's kind of like he doesnt do 'punishments'. He doesnt set aside time like that. If u piss him off even a bit he will slap u right then and there and wont stretch it out into an entire punishment session.
Minho wasn’t stupid. He knew you were going out every night to hang out with your friends. The exact friends he didn’t want you talking to. But he knew exactly what you were doing during your ‘study sessions’ at the 'library’. He could smell the alcohol in your clothes, the makeup on your face and the sparkly dress you wore under your sweater.
Minho knew. Minho knew everything.
But he’d never let it on, oh no. He wasn’t stupid. He knew you’d try to leave the moment you’d come to know that he had his eyes on you 24/7. It was too much hard work trying to date you in the first place, and he wasn’t going to ruin it when he finally succeeded. But your behavior still bothered him. He wasn’t happy with how popular you were among the boys in your year.
Your popularity among other guys was the reason why it was so hard for Minho to catch your attention. But once he did, it was a piece of cake. Why wouldn’t it be? He had spent three weeks just to study you, and your interests. He knew exactly what to say and how to act, just to charm you. It was safe to say that it worked. You were his now.
But that was the easiest part. Making you settle down was a feat that most people would consider impossible since it wasn’t news that you were a free soul.
But Minho wasn’t like most people.
Most people would try to talk out their insecurities with their partners. Most people would even break off the relationship if they couldn’t handle each other. Most people would find other rational solutions.
Most people would not consider isolating their significant other in a dark room with no food or water until they gave in.
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“M-Minho, please,” Y/N whimpered as she pulled at her restraints when she saw the door creek open, allowing some light to spill in as Miho slipped into the room. She knew he wouldn’t reply though. He did this often to mess with her head, giving her false hope, but then shattering it the next minute. But today was different. Minho allowed himself in and shut the door. He took long strides towards the windows and pulled the curtains open, causing the daylight to flood in, almost hurting Y/N’s eyes.
“What’s the matter, Y/N? I thought you wanted the sunlight,” he chuckled as he made his way towards her, his left arm hiding something behind his back. Y/N was almost too shocked by what was happening to even piece together that something might be wrong. She sat there, frozen as Minho crouched down before her, smiling his devilish smile as he tucked some of her matted hair behind her ears.
“Aren’t you so sick of being stuck down here, baby?” He asked, voice as sweet as honey, taking her back. The last time he spoke to her like this, things were normal. She should have known from his newfound sweetness that Minho had ulterior motives, but after being chained to the rotten wooden floors in his basement for a week with no food and water, Y/N was beginning to lose her mind. She needed to feel like an actual person. She was desperate. So, she leaned into his touch and sighed shakily.
Minho’s brows shot up as she nuzzled her face into his palm, his heart beating in his throat.
Did it work? So soon? Is she crumbling already?
He almost couldn’t help the proud smirk that was slowly creeping up onto his lips, but he held back. He had to be completely sure. He held up a pair of keys. “Do you know what these are, baby?”
Of course, she knew what those were. Those were the keys to the locks that kept her bound to the basement. She’d only gotten a glimpse of it last time when he tried her up, and she’d be lying if she said that she hadn’t been dreaming of it for the past one week. However, the reason for her to think of those keys transformed drastically throughout the week. She went from cussing it out to begging for it, to almost giving up, and even trying to think of it positively.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the clanging sound of Minho undoing the chains that bounded her hands together. She shivered a bit every time his hands brushed against her skin, only causing Minho to bite back a smirk in the second time in the same minute.
As soon as her chains were off, he pulled her up to stand on her feet. Much to his delight but her dismay, she lost her balance and fell against him. Her entire body seized up as his arms gripped her by her elbows and steadied her, a series of apologies slipping past her lips. She wasn’t going to make him angry. Not again. Not ever.
Minho abruptly pulled out a knife from behind him, at which Y/N immediately cowered. “P-please don’t h-hurt me,” she sobbed, hugging herself, falling onto her knees. “I’ll do anything you want!” She gasped desperately, eyes burning. Minho shook his head and kneeled to her level. “What are you saying, Y/N? Hurt you? No, this knife isn’t for me to use. It’s for you,” he spoke, throwing her off further.
Her bloodshot eyes met his well-rested brown ones, searching for any emotion, but it was devoid. At the state she was in, she didn’t know what to do. Even when Minho took her hand and placed a large knife on the palm of her hand, with a gentle smile, she couldn’t understand what was going on.
“Hurt me.”
It was a test. It was the only way he could know if he has succeeded in teaching her lesson. All he needed to see was her hesitation. But instead, he was met with her shocked face. He could almost see the cogs turning in her brain, weighing out the chances.
No. What is she doing? Why is she thinking so much?
Y/N hesitated. But it wasn’t in the way Minho wanted her to. Screwing her eyes shut, she gripped the knife and slashed at him, deciding to take the opportunity he presented before her. Deep down she knew that there was no way she’d be able to run away like this, but she wanted to perform one last act of defiance before she let him have her.
She dashed past an infuriated Minho and ran up the stairs. She made it out of the basement and into the living room of his house before she felt strong arms grip her by her waist and pull her back. Her mouth was gagged, and her arms were tied again.
She looked up to see her 'boyfriend’ with a bloody forehead smiling at her. However, there was nothing sweet about this smile of his. It was positively devilish. Messy dark hair in his eyes, blood gushing down the side of his face, a crazed grin stretched across his lips, and his already dark eyes clouded with sadism. He looked like the spawn of Satan himself.
She trembled under his gaze, swallowing harshly. She made a mistake, she was aware. Minho simply took a fistful of her hair and dragged her back down to the basement, ignoring her cries and pleas.
Y/N expected him to leave her there again for another couple of weeks after this, but when she noticed him taking his belt off, she started panicking.
“What’s wrong princess? Are you scared? You seemed to be very courageous just a few moments ago. I didn’t see you as the kind to falter so quick,” he lashed his belt against the floor, causing a few drops of tears to escape her eyes in fear of what’s to come, to which Minho threw his head back and let out a horrible laugh. The kind you’d hear in some horror-themed video game. But that’s what it was, anyways. This was Minho’s game. He’d terrorize her, and she’d cower, only to try to fight back again, and fail.
Most people would consider it to be a viciously unentertaining cycle.
how would yandere minho react to his s/o trying to escape? how would he get her back and punish her?
Heyyy! Thank you so much for requesting!! (You're our first request so welcome to the family 💛)
Yandere Minho is the kind of yan to be atleast 5 steps ahead of thier Obsession all the time. This would mean it's almost impossible to run away from him. But if the Obsession were to attempt, he would find it very amusing that they would try something like this, even though they know they'll never escape him. But an escape attempt wouldnt make him lose his composure, so he woke just resort to punishing his Obsession physically, and would belittle them in the process too for added damage.
I will be posting a blurb slightly based off of this request shortly, so look forward to that for more yan minho content 🥰
[12:03] She dragged her paintbrush down the off-white canvas in front of her, a vibrant red forming a neat trail. Tucked away, hiding in the trees outside her window, Jisung sighed at the sight. She was beautiful. The way her soft hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, exposing her face, her large white t-shirt, and pajama pants, her plump pink lips slightly pouting in concentration. He wanted to make her his. Forever.
And that’s what he was going to do.
He waited another hour, admiring her from far, feeling jittery and excited for what was to come. We can finally be together, once and forever, my Princess.
When she stood up and yawned, he knew. It was his time. She sleepily padded her way into her bed, crawling under the covers, and turning the lights off. Slowly climbing off the tree and onto the ledge of her window, he found himself blushing at the thought of being close to her again.
Expertly climbing through her open window, pulled off his mask. He didn’t want his Princess to get startled by his disguise. He sat on her bed and watched her sleeping peacefully. She’s such an angel, he thought to himself. My angel.
He played with her hair and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. In her sleep, she leaned into his touch, humming contently. This reaction caused butterflies to erupt in Jisung’s stomach. He was enjoying the moment when she slowly cracked her eyes open. Her eyes went from confused to terrified in less than ten seconds and she opened her mouth to scream, but Jisung clamped a hand over her lips, effectively muffling her screams.
“Shhh, Princess, shhh!” He whisper-shouted, giggling at his girl’s cute antics. “Don’t be scared, it’s me, Jisung! Your boyfriend!”
The girl simply stared back at him, eyes shining with horror. He climbed on top of her and sat on her stomach, effectively holding her down. He caressed her cheek once again, as he loaded his gun with his free hand.
“I know you’re scared, but this is necessary. I need to do this if we’re going to be together again. You keep pushing me away every time I talk to you. I know you don’t mean it, Princess. I know you’re just asking for my attention. And I decided, I’m going to give it all to you. From now on, it’s only you and me,” he said, pointing the gun in between her eyes.
“See you on the other side, Princess. Even death won’t do us part.” Said he, pulling the trigger.
He shut his eyes and relished in the feeling of her warm blood splattering across his face. This was a first for him. And he wanted more. He lowered the gun to her neck, and shot again, and laughed delightfully as more of her blood splattered onto his body. He shot again and again until the two of them were laying in a pool of her essence.
“My princess, your red is so pretty,” he rasped, spreading the liquid onto his arms. “It’s prettier than any shade of red in your painting,” he said, his attention shifting to the piece she was working on. It was a rose, with only one petal painted. He picked up the nearest brush and dipped it into her blood, and smeared it across the canvas. It was beautiful. It was the rose of their love for each other.
But… it lacked something. It lacked Jisung. So, he pulled out a pocket knife and sliced his arm, allowing his blood to join hers. Dipping the brush into the new mixture, he laughed an excited laugh as he painted his love for her, with both of their essences.
He began to get dizzy by the time he finished, stumbling into bed with her wrecked body. "My Princess, I want to join you, too. I’ll show you my red, now” he brought the gun to the side of his head. “See you soon,”
“He looked back at her, making contact with her lifeless eyes. "I love you,” he whispered as he pulled the trigger.
