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summary; the two of you had promised to be loyal to each other because of the marriage contract you made when you were kids. it wasn't that important for minji. but, it was otherwise for you. so when minji told you about the girl she has a crush on, you believe you can fix it. you could never be replaced.
cw; dark content, yandere!reader, reader and minji are childhood friends, internal monologues of reader, hanni is mentioned as minji's crush, curses, blood (not so gore), violence, manipulation, stalking, self-harm, and etc i forget to mention.
a/n; @deathdessertt forced me to write this fic while putting a gun on my head guys help me
“let’s stay loyal to each other until we're old enough to get married.”
the childhood promise is naive, and painfully hopeful.
just like your eyes shining so bright when her fingers are stained with dirt to bury a ‘marriage contract’ you made in a glass jar under a tree in your backyard.
in that moment, you truly believed with all your heart that forever was meant for the two of you.
as the years went by, you and minji grew inseparable like you were practically in each other’s pockets. the closeness confused you with the difference between the air and minji because you felt like you couldn't breathe without her. every shared moment with minji tightened a grip around your heart until it ached whenever she laid her eyes on anyone else.
you could never be replaced.
i repeat again, never.
until hanni becomes what you wished you were to minji.
“you’re always with hanni now, minmin,” you complained to minji, your lips curling into a small pout as you waited for minji to stride closer to you so you could link your arms with her. “i miss you, you know. don't make me feel lonely by spending more time with hanni.”
minji chuckled, which somewhat melted your frustration, still oblivious to your sweet tone lacing with possessiveness. “i’m sorry for making you feel that way, y/n,” she pinched your cheek out of habit. “will you forgive me?”
yes, in a heartbeat. god, every mistake will be forgiven if you always crawl back to me, kim minji. you thought to yourself with a soft smile hiding your thoughts. “yes, minmin,” you pressed your face closer to her arm. “as long as you stay loyal to me. you can’t replace hanni with me.”
minji looks at you in confusion. “replace you?”
“we promised to stay loyal to each other, right?” you stated, like it was enough to explain your possessiveness to minji. “and i’ve been with you longer than hanni could be,” you added, your face painted with pride as a smirk curled up at the corner of your lips. “so you can’t leave. i won’t let you.”
“y/n-nie, i would never replace you,,” minji said with that ridiculous smile you loved. god, her voice. that nickname. her words. her smile. fuck. you would do anything to have her smile to yourself alone. how come hanni managed to steal what's yours from the start? “honestly, i’ve always thought that promise is just a silly thing we made up when we were kids. it was sweet that you still remember it,” minji expressed her thought, unaware of how your heart dropped when she said the promise was just a silly thing. silly? no, you devoted yourself completely to the promise. so why couldn’t minji reciprocate the same thing? “even if i end up dating hanni, you'll never be replaced. okay?”
dating??? hanni??? those words lodged itself in your chest. no. what the fuck. minji is yours. why? why would minji lay her eyes on another woman? aren't you enough?
“that's… great,” you muttered out, left eye twitching as your thoughts filled with intentions on how to isolate minji away from hanni. to make things worse, you couldn't help but notice how happy minji looked when she brought up hanni. this can’t be. you should be a center of minji’s happiness. not hanni. “does she like you too, minji?”
“i hope so,” minji beamed instinctively, unaware how that little act somehow hurt you more than anything. “she said she likes having me around,” she added, looking at you with excitement in her eyes. “do you think i have a chance with her?”
something ugly twisted in your chest even more. no. no. no. no. no. you thought acrimoniously. “no,” you muttered sharply. when you realized you had said your thought aloud, you forced yourself to cool off and looked up to meet minji's eyes, hiding resentment behind innocence. “i don't know, minji. i can't really tell.”
minji chuckled again. it felt like a taunt now. “right. i forgot you have no interest in dating.”
“definitely.” you forced out a chuckle. every rejection you ever did when someone confesses their feelings to you was only meant for minji. too sad, minji remained clueless to your devoted feelings toward her. “you're all i have anyway. that's enough.”
“you're all i have too, y/n. i'm so lucky to have you in my life.”
liar.
liar.
liar.
liar.
liar.
kim minji, you're a fucking liar.
“am i not enough for you, kim minji?” you muttered spitefully, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes as you stared at the picture frame of you and minji, smiling so bright side to side. everything seemed fine back then, why did hanni have to come between you? “why hanni… why her?!” you lashed out, hurling the picture frame aside, tearing the pictures of minji you taped on the wall and knocking off everything on your study table, anger flooding your senses completely that you can’t even stop.
your breathing came uneven like the anger you have for hanni have yet to be done. you stared at the scattered papers across the floor alongside the stationaries, and the chair that had toppled over with ragged breaths; all were a result of your exploding rage. now, your room looks nothing but neat anymore.
but when you spotted the picture frame cracked beside the bed’s leg, it was already broken. your sharpened gaze vanished like a speed of light as you scrambled to your knees to retrieve the frame back into your hand. you noticed a fracture spreading across the photo, your chest tightened at the sight as your fingers hesitantly hovered over the cracked surface like you were afraid it might crack more.
a shaky breath left you. “i didn’t mean to…” you whispered to yourself, but the words didn’t fix anything. the crack was still there like a mocking taunt, while the smile on your faces feels like something temporary now that hanni becomes a threat between your relationship with minji. still, your fingers pressed against the frame tighter, curling around it like you could hold the moment together by force. then, the broken edge caught your skin as a sting sharp enough to make you flinch, but you didn’t let go. instead, you bring the cracked frame closer to your chest, fresh tears drenching your cheeks. “i’m sorry, m-minji…” you choked out as you held the shattered photo even more tighter like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.
because for some reason you were the one who broke what you loved. how can you fix what has broken?
“i’ll make you come back to me…”
months skipped and you took note of how many times minji's moods revolve around hanni. not you, not you anymore when minji have someone new. that was the devastating part. she used to be happy with you all the time before hanni got in the way. when hanni made her happy, minji lit up in a way that was impossible to miss. when hanni made her sad, you always had to comfort her. or far worse than ever, exactly what you feared the most when minji seemed to have almost replaced all the things she used to do together with you with hanni.
hanni.
hanni.
hanni.
hanni.
hanni.
you grew sick of hearing her name whenever it was spoken too frequently. hearing her name coming out from minji felt like you're slowly losing minji to her. why did you stop needing me, minji? we made a promise to stay loyal to each other, didn’t we? you thought to yourself bitterly as you refused to let the thought of hanni replacing you taking over you.
like you said, you could never be replaced. so you decided to take matters into your own hands to have minji belong to you again. “i’ll help you out, minmin…” you breathed out, tears pooling up in your eyes. “you belong to me... i’ll bring you back to me…” your breaths turned ragged from the tightness of your chest when you stared at the polaroid of minji you took while she was sleeping during your sleepover last year. it was supposed to be peaceful just like in the photo. what you would soon learn was nothing you could expect. “no more hanni… no more stupid little hanni…” you murmured like a madwoman and kissed the polaroid with reverence.
at first, you began stalking hanni to places she often goes with minji. from afar, you are aware of how you made her uncomfortable just by being around her, yet she just can't put it into words because she never caught you around. you hide so well, that she couldn't even guess who would've left dead crows on her doorstep warning her to stay away from minji.
fun fact; hanni could never suspect you at all because you had already convinced her you were harmless. a perfect move, doesn't it?
so when one night you had a sleepover with minji at her place, she complained to you about hanni feeling uncomfortable whenever they hung out together, you knew the first plan had worked.
“do you think she's getting bored of me, y/n?” minji asked on that night, looking at you for an opinion while you're fidgeting with her delicate fingers.
you slowly look up to her face from her fingers, fighting a grin to curl up on your face before placing a gentle kiss on her nose. “even if she did, you still have me, minmin.”
minji didn’t look sad when she heard your reply to her concern. instead, a troubled look still lingered on her face.
that was what drove you to make things worse for hanni even more.
she'll pay for this. you thought bitterly.
now seeing hanni alone in the public restroom, you didn't hesitate to grab an opportunity to strike your plan; first, mess with her, second, play victim and lastly, make minji believe hanni had hurt you.
“hi, y/n,” hanni greets you with a smile through the mirror when she notices you are standing at the doorway, oblivious of what lay ahead. then, she turned around to look at you with the same soft smile, walking towards you to adjust your crooked collar. “have you seen minji today? i want to give her hoodie back.”
hanni pham. you little twat. stop smiling at me like you didn't steal what's mine. you thought spitefully. “minji is mine.” you muttered harshly, tired of feigning innocence in front of hanni.
“what?”
“minji is…” you trailed off, fingers twitching for contact. “MINE!” you scream right in front of her face as you slap her cheek, the vile sound through the quiet restroom.
hanni held her red cheek that you just struck not long ago. her eyes widened in disbelief, looking at you like she didn't believe you just slapped her. weren't you supposed to be the friendly minji's friend? “y-y/n… what's wrong with you?”
“no,” you chuckled mockingly. she was the one at a fault anyway. “no, what’s wrong with you, hanni,” you reiterated and stepped closer to push her enough for her hip to hit the sink behind her. “minji and i have been together since we were children but you! you ruined it all!” you screamed out in front of her face again. all the buried words had escaped from your heavy chest as your anger overtook your senses. “minji wouldn't have fallen for you if you just die-”
before you could finish your words, hanni strikes your cheek hard, as if it could snap you back to reality. “you c-crazy bitch, i didn't ask for this to happen!” she shouted back, anger clawing out of her chest when she saw your true colors. “and it's not my fault she's getting bored of you!”
that triggered you as you clutched her hair in a tight grip. “no, no you bitch, she’s not getting bored of me!” you barked aloud, wincing when hanni's fingers twisted in your hair to mirror the same gesture. “stop talking to my minji!”
“let my hair go, you psycho!” hanni slammed your head into the sink, the force sent both of you stumbling backward before crashing into the wall. she watches you cradle your bleeding forehead while she gingerly pressed the sore spot on her scalp where you had pulled a fistful of her hair with a sharp wince. “fucking hell, you really are psycho.”
after that, the restroom door cracked open and there stood a familiar tall figure; minji, blinking her eyes to what she was witnessing. hanni? you? on the floor?
“hanni? y/n? what happened in here?”
perfect. you thought.
“minji…” you sobbed softly, looking up at minji as blood ran down across your face, which made minji immediately get on her knees in front of you with panic flashing across her face. “i'm hurt…” you added softly and purposely leaned into minji's touch when minji's hand pressed against your bleeding forehead, trying to stem the flow of blood. “hanni… s-she hit my head into the sink…”
minji turned her head towards hanni. “what the hell, hanni?”
“what? that's- she's fucking lying! she started it first!” hanni barked, scrambling on her feet as she jabbed a finger at you in rage. “tell her the truth, y/n! stop lying!”
you shamelessly shake your head, refusing to tell minji the truth. that was a part of your plan, wasn't it? “i don't know what i did wrong… she hit my head into the sink right when i w-walked inside the restroom..” you add the fuel, which makes hanni go spiral. “i-it hurts, minmin…”
“i think we'd better off not talking anymore,” minji stated to hanni firmly. before hanni could explain herself, minji, without a word, shook her head decisively, signalling her to stop. “i can't believe you had hurt y/n, hanni.” she added, anger burning in her eyes like she couldn't believe that she fell for someone like her, completely manipulated by you. “don't talk to me ever again. and don't you lay your fingers on y/n.”
“minji, i swear–”
by the time hanni could explain herself, minji had already turned her back and left with you in her arms.p
“fucking psycho…”
minji leads you to the nurse's office and puts you on the bed gently. you noticed the blood on your forehead had already stained half of your blazer and it got on minji's blazer too.
“come on, let me see,” minji gently guide your hand off your forehead, wincing upon seeing the fresh wound around the dried blood. “do you still feel hurt, y/n-nie?”
you shake your head, your eyes on her without looking away. “i don't feel hurt now that you're with me, minmin.” you muttered, lips curling up into a wide grin that could unsettle anyone but not minji. maybe she will feel the same if she paid attention hard enough. “...but my head's still throbbing. can you help me, minmin?”
“i will, y/n-nie. you'll be fine in a minute.” minji comforted you like she was trying to comfort a scared child as she began treating your wound with attentive care. “hold still, okay? you can hold onto my arm if you want.”
seizing the chance she offered, your hand immediately shoots out to hold onto her arm like she could disappear in any moment. anyone else would be bothered by the way you stare. but for minji, it was nothing. you always stared at her like she hung the moon herself. fortunately for you, you adore everything she did like she was the almighty itself. she was the center of your life anyway.
“i’m sorry i stained your blazer, minmin.” you broke the silence, guilt laced in your voice when you said it.
“it's fine, y/n-nie. you got your blazer stained too, right?” minji chuckled, not wanting you to feel guilty. “we will wash our clothes together. don't feel guilty, okay?” she comforts you, and hums in satisfaction when you nod your head. “you’re still the clingy y/n i've known since we were kids.” minji tried to lighten the mood by teasing you, her hands are still working on cleaning the dried blood off your forehead.
“do you still like me?”
“what kind of question is that? of course i do, y/n-nie!” minji giggled, taking another tissue to clean the dried blood. “honestly, you're the only one that has ever made me feel like myself.”
“really?” you tilted your head, before minji carefully adjusted the position of your head back into place. “i’m the only one? no one else?”
minji hummed softly, at that moment the nurse office was filled with silence, only the soft sound of the fan above them spinning mindlessly while she gathered the used tissues into the small bin beside the bed as she took the antiseptic spray. “not hanni anymore after i knew she hurt you.”
you fought back a grin as excitement crept in your chest after you knew your plans to get rid of hanni from minji had worked. minji hates hanni now. there's no one who will get in the way. minji belong to you only. what was yours stays yours.
minji's soft voice brought you back to reality as you heard her sighed, clearly troubled by what had just happened earlier. “i’m really, really sorry, y/n-nie,” she apologized softly. “i promise i won’t let you get hurt again. i’ll stay with you, always.”
“really?” you asked, your eyes lit up when she nods her head firmly though her eyes are still focused on wrapping the bandage on your wounded forehead. “promise you'll always stick with me and not anyone else?” you asked again for confirmation, lifting up your pinky finger to minji. “pinky promise?”
once minji finished wrapping the bandage around your injured forehead, a soft giggle escaped her lips as she hooked her pinky finger around yours. “pinky promise, y/n-nie.”
not long after the school ended, you and minji walk home together side by side, hands in hands because apparently you miss holding her hand.
“minji, do you remember the jar we buried back when we were kids? the one we named it as our marriage contract.” you broke the quiet atmosphere after arriving at your place.
“of course, i remember that jar. we were so silly back then.” minji chuckled softly, recalling the marriage contract jar as nothing more than a silly, childish thing. unlike you. she followed you toward the backyard instead of inside the house. “are you going to show me the jar?”
you hummed softly, tugging her closer to bring her to the tree and hesitantly let her hand go when you get there. “here.” you stepped onto the dirt. “let's dig with me?”
minji gave you a small nod with a soft hum and knelt down without hesitation, not caring as dirt stained her pants while she dug along with you. “i can see the jar, y/n-nie!” she exclaimed, digging up faster and gently pulling out the jar; it was covered in mud, and its lid partially corroded from years of buried underground but not forgotten. inside, a dense mass of compacted soil can be seen and a worn paper of two messy handwritings of you and minji as kids. that's where sat a made-up marriage paper between both of you.
“we were always going to end up together,” you said with a wide smile, looking at minji rather than the jar resting between you. “this just proves it.” you added, inching closer for contact. “isn't this just perfect?” you asked while tilting your head aside. “no more hanni. now it's just you and me. the way it was always supposed to be…” you murmured, your hand lifted to touch her face.
but minji gently took your hand in hers before you could touch her face. “i guess she hit your head too hard. you're creeping me out, y/n.”
instead of being offended, you moved closer to minji. “we promised we'd always be loyal to each other, right?”
minji blinked. “yes…”
you scooted closer, which made minji shuffle back in surprise. the jar slipped from her hands and rolled to the side. “but you almost left me with hanni…” you murmured without a care, tears thoughtlessly welling up in your eyes. “please… tell me i'm the only one enough for you…”
“y/n.. what are you..”
“you belong to me, minji…” you sobbed, voice small yet minji could feel a cold shiver crawling down her spine. “no one can get in our way…” you whispered, leaning closer towards minji while your gaze fixed on her lips. but then, minji shoved you away before you could kiss her. that shocked you. “m-minji?’
“you’re creeping me out, y/n.” minji murmured in concern. “what are you trying to do..”
now that you couldn't take it anymore, you held your fingers onto her shoulders and shook her like the act itself could snap minji out of it when it's you who's gone insane. “you belong to me, minji! you only belong to me!”
“l-let me go–”
“i love you too much i can't function without you!” you interrupted her, now crawling above her when she lost her balance the second you shoved her flat to the ground. “you can't be with anyone else! only me!”
minji tried to push you away from her out of panic, but in that exact moment, her fingers snagged onto your sleeves in a desperate attempt to push you away that made your sleeves slide up your arms, exposing the scratches on both of your wrists. the realization drained the color from her face when she realized the red scratches were shaped and unmistakably spelled like her name. over and over. “what-”
“you're mine, minji… you’re mine… please… don't leave me alone…” you cried, tears falling from your eyes and landing on her cheeks. so your hands rose to hold her face, as gentle as you were holding a fragile glass, and use your thumb to wipe the tears under her eye. “you're all i have… you're all i ever wanted!”
minji's hands then firmly detained you from getting closer, desperately finding ways to escape from you. this isn't y/n she had known for years. “you're scaring me, y/n! stop this!” minji pleaded in terror. out of desperation, minji press the bandage on your wounded forehead as you shriek in pain, yet your grip on hers is still tight like vice. blood seeping out from the bandage, smearing her hand and dripping onto her cheek. “i don't want to hurt you, y/n!”
“i don't want to hurt you too, minji…” you said with a shaky breath, a pained whimper escaped your lips when you felt the pain shot through you when minji's thumb pressed against the aching spot. “but you made me do this!”
without a warning, your hands shifted to clutch around minji's neck, blocking her airway as minji struggled to push you off her. “you’re not listening to me, minji… but i swear, minji… when you wake up later… you'll realize that everything i did is what's best for us.” you chuckled softly, the crocodile tears in your eyes were nothing but a horrifying sight. “you don't need anyone but me. you understand that, my love?”
“y-y/n- we c-can t-a-lk-k!” minji choked out, hot tears welling up in her eyes as fear crept into her expression while her hands flailed around, struggling between pushing you and clawing at your tight grip around her neck. “p-please!”
you only shake your head, refusing to listen to minji as you were too lost in your head. “j-just close your eyes… sleep well, my dear.”
and with that, the last thing minji saw was the illusion of comfort she once found in you before it all proved to be wrong.
maybe if that promise had never been made, none of this would have come to pass. but it was all too late, doesn’t it?
“i love you, minji. you’ll love me too, i’ll make sure you do.” you whispered to her ear before she slowly drifted to unconsciousness. "sleep well, my love."
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I jolt when I hear a loud noise, like someone just tumbled down the stairs. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest, the sound yanking me out of the comfortable haze of sleep.
Trevor startles too, letting out a sharp little huff before lifting his head, his warm, compact body pressing into me. His short ears twitch in annoyance, and I can practically feel his silent complaint: Why are we awake right now?
Still groggy, I blink a few times, rubbing at my eyes as I turn toward the source of the chaos.
At the bottom of the stairs, Chris stands there, grinning like an absolute menace, like this was all part of some master plan.
I stare at him, my brain still trying to catch up. "...What the hell was that?" My voice is hoarse with sleep. "Did you just fall down the stairs?"
Chris strides toward me, completely unbothered. "Nope. I threw myself down."
I just blink at him. "Why… why would you do that?"
Chris shrugs. "Felt right in the moment."
Trevor, who has finally pieced together that the source of his disturbance is Chris, lets out a long, dramatic grumble before flopping his head back into the crook of my neck, nestling closer like he’s making a point.
Chris gasps, clutching his chest like he’s just witnessed the greatest betrayal of his life. "I cannot believe he just did that."
I chuckle, threading my fingers through Trevor’s soft fur. "Maybe he’s trying to tell you something."
Chris scoffs, crossing his arms. "Yeah. That I should be the only one cuddling you."
I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. "Why did you wake us up, Chris?"
"Hmmm, let me think…" He taps his chin dramatically, eyes twinkling with mischief before he grins. "Oh, right. Because I want to cuddle my girlfriend? Isn’t that, like, the most obvious thing ever?"
I sigh, tilting my head slightly to look at him. "Chris, I almost had a heart attack! And besides, Trevor is sleeping like a little angel. I don’t want to move him."
Chris looks down at Trevor, and I swear his expression turns slightly jealous. His gaze narrows, and his lips purse as if he's deep in thought. Then, in the most exaggeratedly offended voice, he says, "First of all, I should be the only angel sleeping with you."
I snort, already knowing where this is going.
He leans in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing some secret scandal. "Actually, scratch that. I should be the only one sleeping on you."
Before I can react, Chris flops down onto the couch beside me, draping himself over my legs with zero shame.
"Chris!" I squeak, trying to shove him off. "You're heavy!"
"Heavy with love," he corrects smugly, settling in like he belongs there.
Trevor, clearly unimpressed, lets out a low, grumbly whine and presses himself even closer against me, as if trying to block Chris out.
Chris gasps in fake horror. "Oh my god. You’re choosing him over me."
I laugh, shaking my head. "I’m not choosing anyone, Chris. You’re just—"
"Just admit it," he interrupts, propping himself up on his elbows so that he’s staring at me with a smirk. "You love me more than Trevor."
I raise a brow. "I love you both equally."
Chris squints at me. "Say it again. But mean it this time."
I bite my lip to hold back a smile. "Chris, I love you more than Trevor."
He grins, looking triumphant. Until I add, "Most of the time."
Chris groans, flopping back down. "Unbelievable."
I chuckle, running my fingers through his hair. "You’re so dramatic."
"And yet, you adore me," he murmurs, eyes closing as he leans into my touch.
For a few moments, everything is peaceful. Chris is half-lounging across my legs, Trevor is still curled up against me, and the warmth of both of them makes me feel completely content.
Then Chris peeks one eye open. "Okay, but real talk… can Trevor and I both cuddle with you?"
I pretend to consider it. "Hmm… I don’t know. There’s not a lot of space left."
Chris immediately tightens his hold on me. "Lies. There is always space for me."
Trevor, as if understanding, lets out a sleepy huff but doesn't protest when Chris carefully adjusts, shifting so that he’s half on me, half curled around Trevor too.
I let out a breathy laugh. "This is ridiculous."
Chris nuzzles into my neck, voice muffled. "This is perfection."
I glance down at Trevor, whose little body is relaxed against mine, and then at Chris, who looks way too proud of himself.
Gonna start doing headcanons for the evans in between making bots cuz I’m bored lol. If you ever wonder how I perceive these characters while I make bots, then here you go!
A handful of these are just plain observations and maybe to some these are clear as day, but idk imma still include them either way
Warnings: misogyny.. duh, loaaads of Reddit mentions
• This might be indisputably obvious, but I feel like some ppl think of Kai as someone who always plans 10 steps ahead, which I personally don’t think so
Yes, he does have a goal in mind, but a lot of his “next moves” are just ideas that came to him in a fleeting moment. Of course, he’ll act as if he totally knew what he was doing this whole time, even though he was def freestyling 💀
I feel like calling him out on his lack of meticulous planning would be an absolute jab to his ego, and he’ll deny it big time
• Kai is the embodiment of what it means to be a pseudo-intellectual 😭😭. Like he isn’t stupid at all, no doubt about that (mans manipulated crowds). But his arrogant attitude, his shameless use of fallacies, AND the fact he’s a walking contradiction - all while trying to act like he’s the smartest guy in the room?? Bye-
Again, I think he’s smart but don’t tell me he doesn’t act like your average pseudo-intellectual guy who’d mansplain 24/7
• His tolerance to spicy food is actually weak, but he pretends like it isn’t. He could be coughing his lungs out from the tiniest hint of spice in his food, but he would refuse to drink a glass of milk to cool down. HES A MAN
• This is already kinda a given, but mans speech mannerisms is literally like the average Reddit comment section ((iykyk
I also feel like a rant he posted online has been made into a copypasta at some point lol
• Speaking of Reddit.. whenever he gets into an argument with another user on there (most likely a politically charged one), he’ll downvote every existing comment from that user and will proceed to do it to any of their future comments by keeping tabs on their account, all out of sheer spite
• He likes weird porn genres. Idk which ones exactly, but I just know they be really specific
• Says he likes submissive, obedient women whose sole existence is to serve him. But at the same time, he can’t stand people he deems as vapid, and would dispose of them once he begins to see them as more of a liability than an asset (especially if they’re just THAT annoying). He definitely would rather keep someone around who has more substance
• Kai would play devil’s advocate for any corrupt figure you could think of. He’s like… that guy
• This is also a given, but I’d like to stress that people don’t know how r/theredpill was his holy bible. The Kai we know today has applied all the must-know tips to his entire character and mastered the arts of misogyny 101
Oh and he has a bunch of motivational posts saved from there, and he rereads the crap out of them each time a “fEmAle” would piss him off
• If you knew Kai prior to his cult and were genuinely nice to him, he’d definitely have a teensy-weensy soft spot for you and would avoid killing you ((unless you end up in a situation like winter’s, cuz then…💀
his rib tattoo peaked out and i almost got dumb..... i need to see it in full. and— matthew's such a performer. baby did so well at the fancon. you wouldn't notice he was nervous. anyway this little scene needed to be out of my head. LIKE SERIOUSLY, imagine matthew still on high from the concert so he hurries backstage so he could play with you. he doesn't want his night of fun to end. he needs to put his dick inside you as soon as he gets off the stage. it's a routine at this point. he likes knowing your eyes were on him the whole event and you were as horny as he was. he could just ravish you in front of the crowd. post concert fuck!!!!!!!!
seok matthew x reader | flashfic | borderline explicit
contains: no gendered term for reader, idol matthew from 240323 fancon, suggestive tone, pet name ("baby")
matthew thrived on stage. he'd be drunk on the fans' cheers, blinding lights, and the music. it was thrilling for him as it was for you. seeing him perform was always electric.
one would think after getting to burn that much energy, he'd be exhausted but resting was the last thing on his mind whenever he finished an event. not when you were there.
after his performances, he'd meet you backstage where you would be dutifully waiting for him.
“my matty!” you exclaimed as he rushed to you. his toned arms wrapped themselves to your waist as you gave him a hug.
the world disappeared in the background as you reveled in the warmth he emanated. his body was still covered sweat but you didn't mind especially when you had have him this close to you. you could feel every dip and muscle on him.
“you were incredible! almost too hot, honestly.” you told him, as his hands caressed your sides. he grinned at your praise. it made you happy to be hearing so many people scream his name. he really was getting there.
matthew's eyes darkened as you called him hot. he chuckled at your words, “my number one fan. it always will be you, baby.”
he kissed your neck. his lips brushing against your skin sent shivers through your body. you sighed contently as his soft lips attached itself to you, as if it was leaving a promise.
okay, he was too hot on stage. not an almost. he actually was.
it's not his fault he had so much charisma. but in turn, it made you hot and bothered in your seat when you see him on stage do body rolls and other dance moves that made you want to eat glass. he would find ways to tease you during the performances, such as his eyes locking into yours when he'd wave his body or do something simple as wiping the dampness away from his chest.
his tattoos even found themselves peaking out tonight, especially his latest rib tattoo. the way it teasingly appeared and disappeared behind his clothing through the night made it sexier. your hand instinctively went to his ribs and rubbed the spot where his tattoo was on. it wasn't hard to slip your hand underneath his loose sleeveless shirt.
this filmsy top was an accomplice to his crimes tonight. it had his strong arms on full display that made you want to bite into his muscles. it had revealed his tattoo. it had also given people a nice look of his toned chest. all the while he'd be interjecting aegyo while looking this fine. these things were enough to drive you mad.
you wondered how many people felt the same thing as you did.
these thoughts left your mind as soon as he grinded against you. his fingers traced the line of your waist down to your hips. he rolled his hips once more to you, wasting no time to express his arousal. you gulped down the excitement in your throat when you felt his hard on. the adrenaline that coursed through both of your veins made it impossible to resist each other.
matthew had a lot of energy left from performing that he always wanted to use it on you. the thing was he'd be so impatient and needy.
he locked eyes with you and in a seductive tone, he whispered, “let me give you your own private performance, yeah?”
a/n: so we have two idol stories consecutively! (here's the other one) i'd probably rewrite this to a longer & better one when i get to properly sort of my thoughts and if y'all want it. (but i also want to be able to learn how to settle with flashfics/drabbles & hcs too wahh) (update: i made a flashfic from an anon thought in which it can be seen as a continuation from this of some sorts.)
