Hii I love your yandere writings! Can I please request yandere aespa's reaction to s/o killing or hurting someone for them out of jealousy?
-🎀 (if emoji isn't taken yet 💗)
Yandere!Aespa reaction to their S/O killing someone for them out of jealousy
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Word count: 2,217
Warnings: murder, blood, self identity crisis
A/n: Hiii, thank you for your support 🎀 anon!! I chose the murder/killing route for a more permanent effect on the lovely girls of aespa. I hope that's okay 😅
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The very last words that you utter in your entire life, right before you die, are pretty telling, no? What you say on your deathbed, or if you know you're going to die- you'll always be searching, searching for someone you know so you can tell them that you love and appreciate them before you succumb to your inevitable demise…
It all has an impact.
You knew that, the world knew that, so there were laws set in place.
In 1752, the Act for 'better preventing horrid crime of murder' was passed into the law system after swiftly moving through Commons and the Lords and receiving royal assent from the monarch themselves.
And that was one country alone.
Several other countries have since created the term of criminal offence and justice as buildings like law firms, prisons, courts, and far more were built on a regular basis.
Crime rates dropped significantly around most of the world, and with a world developing at the fastest it has ever been, murder is next to impossible to get away with…
And yet, you still climbed through those restrictions and laws to make such a bold point.
It was unintentional- or so you told yourself- but deep down you know a part of you has malicious intentions, that you had secretly and unknowingly wanted to do this to the female who had caused you great frustration.
The woman had bought your girlfriend a drink, just one drink, but soon that one drink turned into two drinks, then three, and all of a sudden she was a whole new person- except not really.
She had the same problematic and cocky look in her eyes when she took her seat next to your girlfriend as she did when you pulled her out of it.
But now that look was diminished, almost banished from her eyes as she looked up at you with a coldness, her eyes coaxed in a fixed frosty numbness, gone grey and aged apparent with apathy. There was no love left in those eyes, not even fear or regret, but only a growing extermination.
You felt almost as if this was the arrival of the zombie apocalypse, and you dread the lack of pre-warning and preparing from the occasion because it happened all too fast. You quickly began to fear the unrealistic possibility of her subconscious eyes staring back at you with a mind still manufacturing thoughts behind them, and thought the living had all grown quite mad with themselves and the judgmental society.
She would be right too- her zombified mind that would serve no real purpose- and it's drilling nightmares into your skull already. The educational advantages she could then have over you is jarring, but maybe you were just overreacting.
I mean- the delusions had caught up to you. As someone who's never committed such a violation in their life, surely you were bound to find some emotions within yourself.
It was apparent, however, that you lacked guilt, responsibility and even a genuine care for what you've done. Only a makeshift of impossible thoughts play on repeat.
You're not quite sure how long you had been staring into her already half sunken eyes when the sound of steady footsteps sunk in.
You hadn't had enough time to dispose of the body, or to clean her of your fingerprints, or to mentally prepare yourself, or to-, or to-
Karina
"Y/n?"
Your blood ran cold. The loving voice of someone all too familiar turned daunting as it called out your name. You could hear it, your ears hyper fixated on it as it bounces from one black bag full of unknowing trash to the next. It echoed down the narrow walls of the alley. It rippled your mindset.
"K-karina" you so stupidly called back, your tongue freezing as a stalemate claws at your gone dry throat.
"What are you doing down here… Oh?" Shamefully, you turned your head to the voice. You could feel your heart rate skyrocket in comparison to before you were caught red handed- quite literally. Your head spun, and your vision dotted with various shades of black as you began to wobble on the spot.
Karina- having noticed this- carefully made her way over to you, a grin quickly growing on her face as she moves her hands to stabilise you, ensuring you stay standing.
"You murdered her, right?" At her words, all you could do was let out a sudden sob of regret, your head turning to your feet.
You could feel Karina pull you closer. She didn't intentionally mean to make you sob. She didn't mean to make you feel worse. Karina only wanted to confirm that you were the culprit and that some stranger hadn't just handed the crime off to you.
"I did! I did, Karina! I did, I'm a horrible person," you shook, your limbs vibrating with an uncertain fear.
"No, you're not," she breathed, placing a gentle kiss along your hairline. "You're not a horrible person. You did what you had to do to keep what was yours"
"At the cost of a life-"
"Hey-" Karina whispers, her hands cradling the sides of your face. "It was you or her. I'm glad it was you who won"
"I guess…" You frown into her hold, eyes growing saggy under the impression of your impending tears.
"Please don't cry, how about we go home and I'll deal with this later? I promise nothing will happen to you, or me"
"You promise?" You look up at her through glassy eyes, your vision having grown hazed in the span of her reassuring.
"Pinky promise"
Giselle
Her brain had stuttered for a moment, her eyes relying on the dingy light that ricochets from one cracked brick wall to the next graffitied one. Her eyes took in everything. The blood. The body.
You.
At the cost of her heart nagging, her brain finally catches up. It’s almost as if she had rebooted herself. Eyes of plentiful confusion had seemingly now evolved into a stance of understanding, an understanding that has her every pulse buzzing with a haywired hazed.
It's like a splash of refreshing cold water to her face as she takes another step, completely unsheathing herself for you to bask upon. However, your face only remained stoic, and your shoulders squared back. Your eyebrows were tensed, and your lips straight as you locked eyes, your own ones going glassy almost immediately.
But still… you remained stoic…
Giselle watched you tentatively with a challenging gaze, her eyes sizing you up and down like you were her opponent instead of her lover- and she knew she wanted the latter far more.
Eventually, your arm shook with a sporadic violence, your limb spiralling with limited control as if you were to lash out again. Your hand clasped your weapon with a trembling grasp, fingers gone sweaty and shiny against the blade of your gone sticky kitchen knife. Knuckles sprawling with a pale outcast, the whiteness of your bones showing through in mosaic patterns one could trace and paint.
And then it slipped, a single runaway of your frustrations hanging from your eyelash, dancing along the reddened of your flushed face. You had now been dealt the sadness card, its back and front dyed in pigments of strong blues.
“Y/n?” Giselle said a little over a whisper, her voice cracking for you as you now stretch your fisted hands, fingers freeing the dark handle to the blade as it clashes to the ground, scraping and screaming as it punches the concrete in its way.
Carelessly, Giselle took another step, and another, and another, until she was standing idly by your side, her curious eyes searching along your face for anything more as you slowly came undone, cracking under the worn seams of your pressurised situation.
“It’s okay” Giselle whispered, finally reaching out, her hand coming into soft contact with your dampened shirt, “It’s all okay now, I’m here"
Winter
Suddenly, another’s body collides with your own, their arms wrapping around you with a delicate grasp. You waited for the aftermath of your own body to have been flung to the ground, or for the usage of another blade, a bullet, anything that could cause you great pain for the gout of grief you've instructed onto the world…
But nothing happened…
Instead, the person clung to your waist and torso just stayed silent, their head bowed just under your collarbone. Their shorter hair restricting you from their face, but you knew better than to assume this was a stranger of the night, or that they want to hurt you… especially since you recognise that perfume.
It’s the same perfume you bought for your one year anniversary a few months back, a special scent for a special occasion, as you told her. You remember her face so distinctively smiling back at you, her smile crawling to meet her eyes in a mutual agreement of joy.
"Baby?" You croak, hands shaky and sweaty as you release your sharpened weapon and place your palms upon the small of her back.
"Shhh," she hushed, gently nuzzling her head into you. You could feel the warmth of her breath as she exhaled onto you. It was as if she was coaxing your skin with an impenetrable bubble of comfort and safety.
And within no time, you felt yourself begin to finally relax. Your shoulders slump slightly as your eyes rested within the shadows of your inner eyelids.
You sigh, feeling a relatively large mass amount of stress flee from your clogged mind as you squeeze your girlfriend closer, needing further closure.
"I messed up," You mumble, your voice evidently smoother than previously.
However, you almost break again as you feel Winter's head retract, and her face greets your vision. She looked so ethereal, her face printed with the small streaks of blood that once hugged your neck, her eyes shining and lips delicately glossed "I know, baby… I know" She offers a reassuring smile, her hands moving up to rest upon the top of your shoulders "and I'm willing to help you"
Your eyes almost widened at her words, your brain trying to wrap and warp around yet another surprise to the evening. "I can't ask you to do that for me…"
Your girlfriends smile only widened, her eyes still firmly holding yours. "I'm not seeking your permission"
Ningning
You were caught in the crossfire of your mental and physical stability as you tumbled back, your spine hitting the ragged wall in a bone breaking kiss.
Your loose shirt gathered into a collective clump as you began to defeatedly descend, exposing your bare back to the rough elements of the bricks. The infrastructure sized your back, scuffing and scraping at the delicate skin and fluffy flesh beneath the exterior.
Your head felt heavy upon your shoulders, your neck a mere flaw in your blueprint design- like it was a rusted spring of decades use.
There was nothing you could do now, and you knew that as you remained dormant against the impending doom that was soon to follow, especially with the gasp just off to your side.
At first, you thought the woman you had so brutally served to death had come back to life, but the soft lul of the voice had told you otherwise.
"What is this?" Her voice seemed to only simmer in a well of comfort, the words sounding so effortless against the bitter breeze.
But despite your malfunctioning manufacture, Ningning could only blink as the cogs in her own mind cranked and squeezed. "You killed her?"
You wanted so bad to spit out your reasoning, but nothing good came to greet your tongue. Only vulgar words of salt and grime dared to tango upon your slick muscle. So you kept quiet.
"For me? You killed her... for me? Baby?" Ningnings eyes glossed over, her tongue darting out to wetten her lips. This was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for her. Her past relationships never even came close to sharing a bond this mutual.
Ningning sees your love as clear as day. You're willing to kill for her as much as she is for you. You're on the same wavelength, the same page. You're her soulmate! She knew there was something special about you. She felt it thought out her entire body the first time she met you, and she feels it now.
Ningning loves you, even more so after today's events.
