ohyul… who needs his hair played with 24/7. when both of you are together alone, he just lies next to you and nudges his head into your neck until you get the hint.
ohyul… who has a million random photos of you. not cute instagram-worthy photos (while they might seem that way to him) they’re just photos of you sleeping, eating a snack, or cooking something.
ohyul… who loves seeing you go out in his hoodies because nobody knows they’re his. (or so he thinks; the internet is connecting the dots :/ )
ohyul… who has all of your food and drink orders from every place written down in his notes app. when you ask for food somewhere, he never asks what you want. he either has it memorized or written down.
ohyul… who orders extra of his food when you say you’re not hungry because he knows you’ll try his and want it.
ohyul… is a “look at this” bf. he shows you or sends you every tiny thing he finds funny.
ohyul… who learns your groups choreos just to annoy you. he will randomly do your dance in the middle of a hallway and sing the songs in a weird voice.
୨𝑒 𑜴ᥲrnings ⋮ MDNI. dead dove, do not eat. yandere!ohyul x reader. written in third person, a heavily unreliable narrator is telling the story between reader (female prons) and ohyul. dark, disturbing, and unsettling atmosphere. stalking, distorted reality and concept of love, delusions, manifesting (in the creepiest sense of the word). unhealthy and toxic relationship behaviors (love bombing, silent treatment, possessiveness, manipulating, lying, calculating, spying, yelling, crying, prohibiting, location sharing, outfit checking etc.), heavy isolation, guilt-tripping, psychological breakdown.
୨𝑒 nᥲrᥲ's note: this is pure fiction, totally unrelated to the artist involved, and doesn’t intend to damage his image by any means. please proceed reading at your own risks! not proofread and kinda rushed ending btw bcs this made me a lil queasy, so sorry this sucks but i gave it my best shot.
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she.
she was mesmerizing, glowing, astonishing.
it was around 9 pm, a warm summer night. he wanted to get a neapolitan ice cream and a soda to watch one piece comfortably until his eyelids closed.
that’s when he first saw her. quick trips to the convenience store had never felt as intriguing as this one. the dim lights, flickering every now and then, made her hair and her foreign eyes look like the brightest beacons in the place.
her, who didn't feel the cold inside the store because the oversized black hoodie hugged her body perfectly, wrapping her up to protect her from the night. when she stepped outside and sweat began to run down her skin, would she take it off?
her, who stood on her tiptoes just to graze a ramen cup on the highest shelf with her fingertips, pushing it into her small basket where some drinks and cookies already sat. why not asking for help?
her, who smiled at the boy behind the counter as soon as he started scanning the things she’d be taking home. she even lowered her head when she reached out to hand over the cash. and her cheeks flushing as she left, struggling to push the glass door that clearly had a "pull" sign on it… why hadn’t she asked him to help?
her, who walked away with the plastic bag in her left hand, unbothered as if the darkness of the sky couldn't hurt her, some podcast or song playing in her ears. where could she be going? what kind of music could she like? what could be her name? how old could she be?
her, so pretty and so innocent. it was a shame he couldn't go back to the convenience store every night to wait for her to walk in and watch her once more, since that would be too stalker-ish, right?
so he left it to fate. which is funny, because he didn’t believe in fate.
he visualized, affirmed, listened to subliminal audios, scripted… he did everything he could for two weeks straight, daydreaming of her scent, so their paths would cross again.
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on a random tuesday morning, ohyul woke up before the sun did, brushed his teeth, changed into his sweatpants, tied his sneakers, and went out for a run, his water bottle in his right hand, his keys, wallet, and phone in his pockets.
passing through the park, he had to slow his pace at a familiar silhouette in the distance. the figure was heading toward him very slowly, without intention.
was it her? was his manifestation finally coming?
yes, it was her, smiling at her phone. but this early? who, if not him, was stealing smiles from her? or maybe she just saw a very funny meme. or talking to a cousin.
yeah, surely it was that.
hopefully, one day, a woman like her would set her gaze on him. hopefully reality wouldn't play a trick on him, and his manifestation would fully come true soon.
two minutes passed. and the universe granted a heart’s pure wish. her, so enchanting, approached him as if she had something very revealing to tell. though he wouldn't mind if it was just to ask for the time or directions. he needed to hear her voice one more time to remember it better at night when he was alone.
to his surprise, she told him she knew him. that they graduated from the same school, that she was in a different class, that he was like a legend there.
he played dumb, acting as if he didn't recognize her from anywhere: not from school, and certainly not from the convenience store. then he asked for her name, to see if he had heard it from any of his classmates, but in fact, he had no clue. he waved politely at her, and they both went their separate ways.
how that bullshit worked is a mystery to all of us— not to him. now, with her name, he was the happiest man on earth as he headed back home. he didn't even finish the kilometers he aimed to run; he simply went home doing little jumps to look her name up on instagram, on tiktok, on x, on pinterest, on tumblr, on wattpad... everywhere he could think of just to gather tiny pieces of information on who she was.
but he fell in love just like that. seeing her pictures in places she liked, videos lip-syncing to royal 44’s songs, selfies with messy hair and bare face... oh, and based on one of her X reposts from two months ago, she is single! what a win, isn’t it?
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she.
she was finally his.
that one tuesday night, he was courageous enough to send a request on instagram. he let the weeks go by after she followed back, occasionally dropping a like to her stories, occasionally going to the convenience store for no reason with an enormous hope to run into her.
he needed her to think that this was all casual and unplanned, flowing naturally, taking both of them by surprise.
that was four months ago. now it’s october. the temperature has lowered and so his obsession with her now that he had finally asked her to be his, and oh, she said yes.
poor her. she didn’t know she actually had no other choice. thankfully, he didn’t say something so wrong for her to find that out this early…
but hey, he was a good man. posted her all over his social media, gave her flowers just for existing, praised her even on the good morning texts, planned dates, wrote poems and letters, held her hand everywhere they’d go, paid for her stuff, and all the meals they enjoyed together… all that he did before, was for love.
for her to be this loved. because no one else would love her this much. and if someone dared… let’s not think about it. if he can’t have her, no one should. then, no one will. oh, what he could be capable of. what wouldn’t he do?
it’s not worth overthinking. she was happy. that’s all that matters. she had no complaints. she was satisfied. her smile was proof. the fact that she hadn’t run away (yet) was enough proof.
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she.
she was starting to annoy him.
she was too loud sometimes with her opinions. and hung out with her besties every saturday night, without him. what if she was laughing at other males’ jokes? why did she have the audacity to live her life away from him?
the requests for her pin to track her location in case something happened started to feel more like a demand instead of a protective measure, just like the constant outfit checking before clubbing, which now took part even for cafe dates with her family. if the skirt was too short? off. if the neckline showed too much skin? off. if the dress was red? don’t even think about it.
all the love was turning into a ledger. the price of the flowers was her sns passwords. the price of the meals were pictures and calls to see who she was with. after all, he was the one who made this happen; he was the one who got his hands dirty to bring them together.
he was responsible for her happiness. so she owed him big time. and she was… trying to detach from him? how ungrateful and bratty.
and then she’d start crying like a baby when he wouldn’t answer her calls and ignored her once she was back home. as if she didn’t earn it… she didn’t seem to like having what she really deserved sometimes.
but hey, easy. that was just sometimes.
because then all the guilt would hit him right in his pretty face and eat all his cells to the core. he knew what he was doing. he knew he wasn’t supposed to. he just couldn’t do better.
he didn’t even know what to do with his life. for the past nine months, he had been living just for her. if she ever left… what would he live for if not trying to get her back?
he couldn’t afford to lose her, so he would apologize every time.
and since his apologies were so sincere, so heartfelt, so genuine… how could she not forgive him? the only thing he was doing was taking good care of her.
and then go back to the start. there’s no end to this. no start either. just a loop.
if only she left… poor her.
she was so in love to notice that being in love with him was all his fault too.
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she.
she was too much for him.
she'd take all the raises in his voice without trying to fight back.
she stopped going out all saturdays.
she threw all the clothes he didn't like.
she gave up on all her passwords.
she deserved better than him. and he knew it, though she didn't.
so after a year together he opened her cage for her to be free, on a random tuesday.
no one saw it coming, right? because not even he did. he just woke up to that and decided to listen to his mind.
as mentioned earlier, it's always on a random tuesday...
she told him to think about it better. that they could work it out... anyway, begging for her own imprisonment and all that stuff.
but he knew they couldn't. he knew he couldn't.
this was his nature. no amount of love could change that.
and he feared if one day he got too jealous then he'd…
let's not dive into that. some thoughts are better left unscripted.
but this was the right choice. breaking up and leaving her to die alone.
on this random tuesday. to commemorate where it all started...
he knew she wouldn't die from love. he knew that she would make it and continue growing happier. healthier. stronger.
