S: An unknown illness spreads among Korea in secret until a heartthrob idol becomes a victim.
W!: Violence, Angst, Self neglect, Unhealthy obsession, and Lovesick
Possessive, manipulative, and deranged one second; the polar opposite the next.
"You need help." What else could you say? This isn't a simple relationship; it’s a sick obsession over you.
The life of an idol plagued his time. Hell, he hardly had time for himself, let alone you. However, the downfall of the relationship wasn't his career; it’s you.
Christopher Bahng, an idol in Korean terms. In your option, he’s an actual idol; his fans look up to him as if he’s a star in the night sky. Love, devotion, and happiness flow through the fandom; The Chan’s room series was a visual representation.
A man with a big heart. Too big. In the midst of your relationship deteriorating, he started to neglect himself; maintaining his overall health was secondary compared to you.
It was utterly heartbreaking to see him fight sleep; only for his head to fall numble against your bosom mid-conversation.
In rare occasions, Chan's temper boils over, he snaps at you and for a split second you don't realize him. " What else would you like me to do, then? I'm trying my best to balance everything and your just fucki-" He chuckles when he's in disbelief.
"Your unsatisfied with anything I do-" Chan brows pinched, his handsome face sours into a unpleasant scowl. "Im sick of this." He growls-
However, this eruption felt different than the others. The fiery in his eyes threaten to roasted you alive, even so you swallowed your fear to say:
"Let’s take a break..'.nothing big-" your voice, carried on through Chan silent panic- " I can't physically watch you deteriorate, Christopher." His hearing phased in and out,
The mother of his future children pushing his fairy tale aside and for what? He's fine! Sleep deprived but fine! Still handsome, still strong and willing to serve his bleeding heart on a platter; for you.
Despite this, Chan wounded up fruitless? All the money in the world is fire material compared to your warm embrace.
A jarring headache was the last thing he remembers before blacking out.
....
When Chan regains consciousness; he's upright-He stands in the mist of chaos. Furniture disarray,shattered picture frames about, and man-made holes littered the walls.
But you're nowhere to be found-
A harsh coughing fit escapes Chan; leaving crimson spots in his cuffed hands. Blood?! What's going on? Where are you?
Dr. Kung; the group's private doctor, to save the members from being noticed in medical emergencies.
First; finding you, the search is short- Chan's breath hitched laying his eyes on you. Your soft hands are bound to your shared bed.
If it's too good to be true it probably is. This saying comes to mind over your current situation.
Through a dating app, you managed to meet this gentleman named Choi San. Against the strong judgment of your friend's warnings about creeps lurking for cuties like you, you never imagined you'd encounter a demon wearing human skin.
He was the whole package — good manners, a great sense of humor, muscles ♡, and a hunger for affection.
“Just a humble Korean country boy from Namhae-eup looking for a wife,” his profile read. You giggled, finding his honesty adorable.
This marked the first red flag you overlooked: You took his need for a wife lightly.
You replied to his request playfully- "Do you mind your wife being chubby, farm boy?"
The handsome man didn't hesitate to speak his mind. "My muscles aren't just for show" He snapped back.
“Farm boy, huh?” he added a few seconds later, voice edged with amusement — or was it something else?
Everything up to the tenth date was perfect. What happened on the tenth? He proposed.
San proposed.
It started like any regular date at his favorite food place, you sat cuddling up against him as the two of you ate merrily.
"I need you-" He muttered, nuzzles his warm face in the crook of your neck. You huffed, unable to reach the side dishes due of San’s grip.
You tap his forearm constricting your curves. "San, you are hammered-Wooyoung was right; you are a little weight." You giggled. " And you drank half the bottle."
Thinking about it, San’s been twitchy and nervous all day. It's obvious he wants to tell you something instead he lets suspense fill the air..
He must've gonna drunk by mistake, an unfortunate attempt to build his confidence.
San's so drunk, his head hangs low as if it weighs a ton, just when you think he's passed out you can hear his deep mutters. You can hear small fragments of what he's saying but it's not coherent.
You wondered how out of it he could be, you turned around slightly in San’s lap to his hair tickling your nose. " San, you're gonna get a headache hanging your head down like that." You scolded, hooking your finger under his chin to raise his eyes to you.
His eyes were watery and soft as if he had been heartbroken yet the fire in his gaze burns you to the touch.
How could you have two emotions at the same time?
Perhaps, it's something wanting to nip at you. A soft sound comes from him clutching your smaller hand in his. You gasped, unaware he even moved.
" I need you-"
"Keep it PG, Mister." You giggled, til he finished.
"-to be my wife." Your stunned silence spoke volumes, your wide eyes reminded him-
He's fucked up.....again.
San rips his heart out; and offers his love to countless ungrateful women consistently, despite the sacrifices, his bloody hands remain fruitless and his heart is left collecting dirt.
Those pathetic thoughts seeped in with the loneliness. Why couldn't he have a wife and children? He's an upstanding gentleman in every category - surely he would be an honorable husband and father.
Unfortunately, it appears San’s request is distasteful whoever controls the masses or they truly despise his wishes for happiness.
That night. That one night. Something changed over the date despite it ending all the same. He blew it of course . However your reaction varied from the rest instead of shoving him and running for the hills. You were calm and gorgeous.
You were shocked, but he could tell you were attempting to be composed. San observes your gulp... God, he could see you shaking. You said ‘n-no.’ Instead of booking it, you created this wall around you. Quite oddly, it felt like you didn't want to kick him to the curb.. Just yet. Why?
Your eyes avoid him; his heart leaps when they meet in passing. He stalks you. San describes you as a shy little lamb hiding in a brick house. It was only online, safe and sound behind locked doors, when you continued to interact with him.
2:57am Oct.15th 🍂
Unknown: God, your so quick to block me. Another new number?
Different number, same nightmare
Unknown: Slapping me was a little rude, don't you think I just wanted to see you...you hit me but those eyes of yours call to me. Your just as broken as me.
2:59 am.
Unknown: Ignoring me doesn't work. You're mine. You ran and hid like a mouse but I will always find you. Peeling your sanity away layer by layer, my little lamb.
3:02 am.
Unknown: ...Do you even like me?
As if a light flickered in the darkness of San’s mind. A brief moment of clarity- reflecting on himself in third person, his sanity has been slipping since you-
He's a creep. A shell of himself, with something dark growling inside and it hungers for you. Little lamb. Its your fault-your the -
Size Difference , scolding? Rough Mingi, Creampie, First smut (Please be kind), Hint! Of poly relationships. Starring Yunho.
"Aah...Mingi♡" Christ, where's yunho when you need him...
A rough growl and forceful push caused your delicate fingers to clutch the sheets. . " Stupid fucking..yunho." He muttered, under his breath as he curses the ground his lover walks on. " fucking bastard, embarrassing me."
You didn't have to see him to know his ears for fuming. " Mingi♡.." Oh my goodness, he's crushing me....he is forgetting I'm here or what- " AH- Mingi-...wai-" You could barely contain yourself as Mingi pressed his body against yours, sending shivers down your spine as he locked you in a headlock.
"You should know this too." He continues to vent about his long day as he eagerly fills your tight space, bottom line, Yunho reprimanded the boy even though he wasn't to blame.
"Is ..that why you bullying me?" You let out a sexy squeal as you felt his final forceful thrust deep inside you, eagerly taking in your boyfriend's hot load.
Mingi sneered, then spun you over onto your back. He grinned at your intoxicated gaze. "You asked for it..." As he thrusts harder, his cock and pelvis get covered in an extra shot of cum. " For sending nudes to my for now enemy, traitor."