| ⋆.𖥔˚ yandere weak hero class various x f! reader | yandere/dark mini series.
── .✦ summary: IN WHICH... you accidentally got transported into a yandere fic about your favorite k-drama.. weak hero class.. but you weren't reborn as the main character, no.. you were reborn as a victim of them.. a victim that gets brutally killed by one of them.. you weren't gonna let them kill you.. so, you faked your death.. and planned to haunt every one of them.. your revenge to make them suffer.. but accidentally, you made every one of them obsessed with you.. accidents happen right..?
── .✦ warnings: very dark themes, unhealthy behavior, relationships, friendships, murder, jealously, toxic people, manipulation, trauma, suicide, mental issues, betrayal, smut, everyone is aged up to 17-18, ooc, unhealthy obsession, stalking, grammar mistakes, etc .ᐟ
── .✦ obsessive love interests:
⋆.˚ .𖥔˚ → Yeon Si-eun |the stoic one that always see through you..|
⋆.˚ .𖥔˚ → Ahn Su-ho |the chill one that got a unhealthy obsession with you once you disappeared..|
⋆.˚ .𖥔˚ → Park Hu-min |the cheerful one that got a dark secret, the dark secret including you..|
⋆.˚ .𖥔˚ → Go Hyun-tak |the one that hates you but can't stop thinking about you..|
⋆.˚ .𖥔˚ → Geum Seong-je |the crazy one that is obsessed of hurting you in any kind of way..|
⋆.˚ .𖥔˚ → Na Baek-jin |the one that can't let go even though he was the one that hurt you..|
⋆.˚ .𖥔˚ → Seo Jun-tae |the weak and shy one that fell over heels for you once you vanished..|
── .𖥔˚ a/n: oh em geeee, I finally did the masterlist for this series!! tell me if you want to be on the taglist and I promise imma do the prologue soon, well tysm for reading this <333
notes; ur favorite freaky nasty gal is back writing for a new fandom no less lmao but I am a beomseok lover and understander (don't support his dumbass actions btw) and see no stories or smut for him (let alone sub smut) saur here we are, this is before beomseok did all that shit—how tf do you end a fic help wc-697
warnings; none that I know of, smut ofc, trying some new shit so beware..1st person shit
His grip on my shirt is maddening, tightening with every brush of my tongue against the sensitive skin of his neck. He's moaning loudly in the still air, the moonlight illuminating the pink flush of his neck. "Good?" I whisper, unwilling to disturb the atmosphere. He hums in response and pull away from his neck, scanning his face. His head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut with his plump lips slightly parted, showing off his bunny teeth.
Soft hums are escaping his lips, making me smile. "Eyes on me," I say, trailing a hand down to his pants while the other holds his jaw. I press rough kisses to his jawline and he moans directly into my ear, the hot air sending goosebumps down my spine. His legs tighten around my waist, locking me in place with his cock flush against my stomach. He opens his eyes then, big and glossy, attempting to focus.
I move my hand from his jaw to the back of his head, pressing his lips against mine. I begin to palm his cock through his dress pants with my free hand. His breath hitches and his grip on me tightens yet again. I pull away, a string of saliva connecting us still. His eyes are lidded and he almost looks drunk, the soft glow of the moonlight hitting him just right.
I can almost feel the moment he decides it isn't enough, yet he stays relatively silent save for the occasional whimper of my name as he grinds his wet cock into the palm of my hand. "Do you wanna keep em on?" I ask, pulling my hand away from his cock and placing it on the waistband of his pants. He bites his lip and nods. "Actually, I have a better idea," I say, placing my hands onto his waist and guiding him to sit on the bed. His eyes are studying my every move, moving when I do as he silently questions what I'm doing.
I get off the bed, removing my pants and panties. His eyes widen, hands flying up to his face in embarrassment. "Nothing you haven't seen before," I laugh, crawling back into the bed beside him. I push him onto his back and crawl on top of him as he laughs nervously, eyes looking anywhere but my own. I slide down his body, sitting myself onto his thighs.
He watches me now as I slide down his pants and underwear together and his cock slaps his stomach, hard and leaking. "You're soaked honey," I smile, and he whines, embarrassed at my words. He attempts to help me by wiggling out of his pants and underwear. I take them off, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. I crawl my way up his body once more till I'm face to face with him, studying his expression.
"Wanna six-nine?" I say, head tilted in amusement. He bites his lip, cheeks turning a soft pink. He looks at the wall away from me, hand coming up to rest over his mouth. I snatch his hand away, narrowing my eyes. "Yes, or no?" I question, searching his face for an answer. He nods once again.
"Words, Beomseok." and he turns back to me, eyes blown with lust. "Yes, please," and I smile. The first words he's said since we started this. I sat up, moving to the side of the bed and turning around. I throw a leg around his body, face to face with his cock. "We can start now," I say, grabbing his cock. I feel his hands wrap around my ass, pulling me by my waist.
He seems hesitant until I feel his lips against my pussy, placing a chaste kiss there. He tentatively licks a stripe up to my clit and I moan, sinking my lips onto his cock until my nose hit his . He moans into me, the vibrations making my hole clench. "mphf—more," he moans, suckling me like honey. I grab onto his ass, taking him even further. His hips buck into my mouth, forcing him deeper into my mouth and I quickly sit up, away from him. "Don't do it again."
| ⋆.𖥔˚ yandere/dark weak hero class various x f! reader | prologue .ᐟ |
── .✦ summary: IN A COZY AFTERNOON... you were laying comfortably in bed as you read a yandere fic about you favorite k-drama, "Weak Hero Class". Out of a sudden, you pass out while reading and get transported into the fic you were reading, but slowly you realize that you weren't reborn as the main character.. you were reborn as the main character friend that gets brutally killed by one of them.. things can't get more worst than that...
── .✦ warnings: (for this chapter): unhealthy behavior, stalking (?), threats, toxicity, jealously, trauma, reader is kinda mean and double faced.. (but she has a good reason to be like that), grammar mistakes, ooc?, cussing, etc .ᐟ
── ⋆.˚༄.. IT WAS A COZY AFTERNOON.. you were laying on bed as you were using your phone. You were reading a yandere fic about you favorite k-drama, "Weak Hero Class", and the fic was pretty good actually. The main character of the story, who was a girl named "Kim Eunji".. she meets the characters of the k-drama and every one of them become obsessed with her and would do anything for her.
The story started pretty good, the main character was kinda dumb and naive though, but you weren't someone to judge. But there was something that threw you off.. Eunji friend had the same name as you. You thought it was a coincidence but weirdly, the character had your same likes, dislikes, personality, and even your appearance description.
Even worst, the character with the same name as you didn't get a good ending, she was brutally killed by "Na Baekjin".. the childhood friend of Eunji that got jealous of their friendship and killed her.
As you kept reading the fic, it was slowly becoming more disturbing, everyone was acting out of character.. and it was becoming more weird. You rolled your eyes and turned off your phone, not wanting to read anymore.
"Is my fault for reading weird stuff.." you muttered as you put your phone in the bed. You closed your eyes as you put your arm on your forehead.. wanting to rest for while from the weird stuff you just read. Out of a sudden, you felt a pang of pain in your head.
"Oh fuck.." you muttered in pain as you stood up from your bed quickly, the pain wasn't like any pain you felt before. It felt so strong that you couldn't think of anything straight. Then you felt your body very heavy as a tuning sensation hits your ears.
Out of weakness and pain, you fell into the floor.. closing your eyes in defeat. Maybe you thought you passed out, or die.., but you never thought you would get transported into another world..
── ⋆.˚༄.. YOU SLOWLY OPEN YOUR EYES.. you felt so tired but your body was in the comfortable be- 'Wait.. since when did I got into the bed..?', you quickly got up from the bed and looked around.
You looked around the room, everything looked the same but different at the same time. 'Since when did I got into the bed though, wasn't I in the floor before I passed out..?' you thought as you looked around the room. You looked at the window, it was already morning, which was weird.
'Was I passed out the whole night, and nobody tried to woke me up..?' you thought confused, your family would have definitely took you to the hospital if they saw you passed out on the floor, not the bed. You looked around the room confused, until your eyes widen you saw a picture frame in a desk.
You quickly grabbed the picture frame and your eyes widen more when you saw it more closely. It was.. Kim Eunji and you.. hugging each other. 'No.. that's impossible.. she's not real' you thought as your hand started to shake slightly.
It didn't make any sense, you never remembered taking a picture with someone that looked like her, even worst.. she's fictional. You threw the picture frame to the floor. You slowly sat on the bed as you tried to calm down. 'This can't be real.. did I just got.. transported into a fic.. that's impossible..'. You then slowly looked around the room, analyzing it before your eyes landed on the phone on a desk.
You quickly got up from the bed and grabbed it, luckily, it didn't need a password to unlock it. You checked the phone, you looked for messages, social apps, anything that can give you a clue about what was happening.
After hours of searching, you finally realized.. you were reborn as the character that was Eunji friend.. 'This must be a freaking joke, I'm seriously gonna get killed' you panicked as you slowly sat down on the floor. You were definitely not gonna survive from lovesick psychopaths, even worst.. you barely remembered what happened in the fic.
As you sat there.. fighting the urge to cry, your eyes landed on a notebook with the title "Diary". You rapidly stood up from the floor and walked over the diary and grabbed it. You opened it and read through it, it was just events that never happened to you.. more like that happened to the character.
You then skipped all of the diary chapters to the last page.. "August 24, 2024".. but there was something off about the last page. The letter writing looks so different compared to the other pages.. like if they were in a hurry while writing. Your eyes slowly widen in horror as you began to read the page.
"I don't know what is happening, last night I was threaten by the Union leader. He started to say crazy things that I don't want to remember, it was something about he was Eunji childhood friend and he would kill me if I get more close to her. He also started to tell me that other people were after Eunji, he mentioned my friend name, Su-ho. Tbh, I don't know if I'm save anymore around the people I'm around. The people he mentioned are the people I see every day in school, he told me that If I don't back away from Eunji.. he seriously kills me. I think something bad gonna happen to me because of Eunji.. I want to live.. I don't want to die"
You quickly turned to the next page, wanting to see more but there wasn't any pages left. You sighed in frustration as you threw the diary away, making it hit the wall. Your hands went through your hair as you tried to calm yourself, none of this was making any sense. 'I'm definitely gonna get killed, there 7 crazy bastards after Eunji that are definitely gonna kill me' you thought, you wanted to cry, scream, and wake up from this terrible nightmare.
As you kept sitting on the bed thinking, a notification sound was heard from your phone. In frustration, you stood up from the bed and grabbed your phone from the floor as you unlocked it. It was 'Ahn Su-ho', that fake bastard.. You remembered how he was from the fic, in the fic he woke up two weeks later after his coma, and he only became friends with the character so he could get close to Eunji and instantly forgot about her once she got killed. Out of curiosity, you opened the message, 'I wonder what that asshole wants, probably panties pictures from Eunji' you thought dramatically.
"hey, you didn't came to school today. are you okay?"
You rolled your eyes as you read the message, he was definitely only asking because he couldn't get information about Eunji today. 'What should I tell him? Tell him to fuck off? Or should I tell him he a psychopath weirdo?' you thought for a good minute before texting back.
"Don't worry, just felt a little sick :)"
You felt disgusted as you texted back, you instantly turn off the notifications and turned off your phone. You didn't care if Su-ho texted back, you didn't wanted to talk to that asshole. 'I need to worry about surviving from 7 crazy guys.. but how..?' you thought frustrated, you only remembered from the fic, is that the character got killed on September 1st, killed by Baek-jin with the help of Seong-je. Even if you avoid Baek-jin and Seong-je.. you would still have to see Si-eun, Su-ho, Hu-min, Hyun-tak, and Jun-tae. Which was even worse, since they went to the same school as you.
"Ugh, why is this so complicated!" you yelled to yourself frustrated as you lay in the bed, letting your back hit the bed. 'It would been even better if I just die in peace' you thought as you closed your eyes. But after some seconds later after thinking that, you opened your eyes and stood up from the bed, getting an idea. 'Or what if.. I just ran away and fake my death..?
You quickly looked around the room before your eyes landed on a notebook and a pen. You quickly grabbed them and opened the notebook, your smile almost sinister as you began to write it, writing the plan you were about to do..
"Don't worry.. If I die, I'm gonna make sure I don't die from y'all dirty and disgusting hands"
── ⋆.˚༄ YOU ENTERED THE ALMOST EMPTY CLASSROOM... it was already the next day, and you had t.o go to school.. which meant you have to face them. Thankfully, you remembered which seat the character sat on the fic, so you just sat down on your seat. 'Great, I just remembered I have classes with Si-eun, Su-ho, and Jun-tae.. just my luck' you thought nervously.. you didn't want to face any of them yet.
As you were lost in your thoughts between the chatter of some students in the classroom, the classroom door opened.. revealing Si-eun and Su-ho. You turned your head to see them, there was Si-eun walking towards his desk with his usual tired and stoic face. Meanwhile, Su-ho also walked towards his desk but it looked like he was looking for someone, then Su-ho eyes landed into yours.
'That bastard have to stop staring at me..' you thought nervously as you looked away from him, but you still feel his intese staring at you. After some seconds, you slowly looked back to see Su-ho muttering something quick to Si-eun before turning around and started to walk towards your direction.
'Fuck, this must be a joke.. this didn't happen in the fic..' you panicked inside while you tried to act calm as Su-ho got more close to you. Su-ho then stood in front of your desk, his hands in his pockets as he stared at you, you slowly looked up at him. 'Shit, I'm making it obvious that I'm scared..'
"Hey, you didn't answer back to my text.. are you okay?' Su-ho asked with his usual chill voice, but there was also something between that tone.. like he didn't wanted to be there, which wasn't a big surprise to you. After all, he was only using you to get more closer to Eunji.. You looked up at him before giving him a smile.
"Oh really? Sorry, my phone died and I was tired from the cold I got yesterday." you said calmly, as if you weren't panicking in the inside. Su-ho only raised a eyebrow as he continued to stare at you.
"You got a cold? You should have told me, it was kinda lonely in this classroom without you." he said as he continued to stare at you. You could even hear his pretending of worry on his tone, since you knew he didn't give a shit about you.
"You worry about me..?" your words came out before thinking, making you cuss inside your head. 'I'm so stupid for saying that, he definitely gonna suspect something..' you panicked as you saw Su-ho raise his eye brow more.
"Why wouldn't I? we're friends.. right?" as those words came out from his mouth, it almost made you go into deep thought. 'Friends.. yeah, I could definitely use that as a excuse for my plan' your smile slightly wided more as you looked at him.
"Yeah, we're friends, and don't worry about me.. I'm fine now" you said as you saw Su-ho nod. Perfect. You could use this moment now for the start of your plan. 'Is now or never..'
"Well since we're friends, how about we share a secret about each other.." you knew this was out of nowhere, but it was a great opportunity to say it. Su-ho raised his eyebrow again.. he looked curious as he opened his mouth.
"Secret? why you saying asking that out of nowhere?" Su-ho looked confused, as he slowly starting to realize that you were acting very different today.
"Well you said we're friends right? Since you confirmed it, let's get to know each other more.. after all, friends share secrets.. that's what keep us close.." you saw how Su-ho slowly smiled. He looked kinda pleased, knowing if he kept you close, he would get more closer with Eunji.
"You're a smartass you know that? Okay then, let's get to know each other" he said as he pulled a random chair that was close to him and sat in front of you. As Su-ho was lazily yawning, you took a sneak peek to Si-eun. Your heart almost come out from your chest when you saw Si-eun staring intensely in your direction..
❝ONLY TWO CAN KEEP A SECRET IF ONE OF THEM IS DEAD❞
── .✦ ⋆˚ a/n: i finally finished this, there might be mistakes but oh well.. I know is kinda too much for the prologue and kinda rushed, but I didn't want it to be boring ykk. Also, the reader (aka you) backstory is going to show more through the chapters soo if you kinda confused dw, just trust the process !! also if you have any request tell me, I write for almost any k-drama :D almost tell me if you wanna get add in the taglist ! well tysmmm for reading this, baii <33
(also a sneak peak, baku, gotak, and juntae gonna appear next chapter hehehe)
notes; writing this bc tiktok editors are hurting me with the beomseok x stranger by Ethel cain agenda so now I have to hurt y'all too!! reader is beomseoks gf and suho's sister. this is mostly told in beomseoks pov. tbh this is written for the part of me that kinda hates beomseok for this. if you couldn't tell it uses lyrics from stranger by ethel cain (I recommend listening), trying smth new with the [name] thing tell me if u like
"I tried to be good."
"I said that's enough." Suho said, his tone full of finality and stern. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I dug my fingernails into the palm of my sweaty hand. My chest rises and falls quickly, eyes darting to Sieun's as I distantly wonder what he would think. My eyes glance to behind him where [name] stands, eyes furrowed in concern.
This was supposed to be a night of fun. Us as a group, hanging out at the norebang. Yeoung-i continues her cursing, pushing me to the side as she storms out. My eyes follow Suho as he follows her, brushing past me also.
"Are you okay?" Sieun breathes, looking me in the eyes. "Yeah," I mumble as the door opens again to reveal the group of guys I had been running from. My chest rises as the one in the front begins talking. My brain fogs and I feel bile rise in my throat as I swallow it back down. As I blankly stare at the floor, I think I hear Sieun say something over the cotton in my ears. I hear [name] speak up too, and feel a hand touch mines, interlocking our hands together. I look up, and the group is gone.
"Are you okay?" I hear [name] ask, and I nod, unlacing our fingers. "I gotta go," I say, words sliding out of my mouth before I could stop them.
—
"Am I no good?"
My head is pounding with the unbearable coarse of voices from all around the clamoring classroom, all talking about some irrelevant or nonsensical bullshit. I open my eyes glasses sliding slightly as I sit up into a slouch. I look to my left at the source of the noise, a group of boys yelling loudly.
"Hey." I mumble, watching them continue to speak rowdily.
"Hey!" I yell, feeling the anger rise in my chest and my throat tingle. The room fell into a hushed silence. "Quiet." I slowly blink, watching as they furrow their brows. "What's his problem?" I hear them murmur.
"Shut your mouth," he scoffs and I stand up, chair clattering as I rush over to the boy, getting in his space. "Were you laughing?" I ask, grabbing him by his shirt collar and suddenly it wasn't me grabbing him by his collar, but someone else grabbing me by my own. I'm remembering this was me. I stumble instinctively and I feel a hand on my shoulder. As I turn around, I'm face to face with Sieun.
"Hey Beomseok, What's wrong?" He asks, glancing at the boy as he looks back at me. I feel another hand on my shoulder as Suho speaks, "What's going on?"
The boy smirks, looking stupidly smug as he speaks. "He's being a dick cause he knows Sieun and Suho's gonna show up," He mumbles.
Suho's words rung in my head, bringing me back to that night.
"I said apologize to him correctly, asshole." Suho, grunts, grabbing the boy by his ear. He groans in pain as he looks at me in annoyance. "I'm so sorry Beomseok, really, I mean it." He says, clasping his hands together in pleading. I remember the feeling of embarrassment rushing through me, yet another way I couldn't stand up for myself.
My grip tightens as I begin yelling. "I'll fucking kill you." I yell, Suho pulling me away and towards the hallway. I shrug Suho's hand off of me. "Stop wrapping your arm around me," I breathe raggedly, throat burning as he looks at me in bewilderment. "What?" He says, searching my eyes.
I look at the doorway where [name] is standing, her brows furrowed as she opens her mouth to speak. I don't let her as I rush towards the door and out into the hallway, our shoulders knocking together harshly as I hear her call my name.
I felt our shoulders brush each other and I pull away slightly, thinking it was just a mistake. When it happens again, I know it isn't. She turns to me with a smile, rubbing our shoulders together as she playfully wiggles her eyebrows. "Wow Beomseok, you like me that much?" I smile, looking away from her. "Just can't stand to be away from me too long, huh?" she laughs.
I rush down the hallway and for a spilt second I turn, watching as her face twists in hurt and confusion. "Fuck," I breathe, walking through the halls with my hand tangled in my hair.
I stumbled through the halls, people whispering on every side of me. I remember this—the whispers as I walked through the halls, face covered in bruises and my eyes burning from the unshed tears. I hear the words of my bullies ringing in my ears as I walk through the halls, my chest rising and falling quickly. I cast my eyes to the ground, not bothering to look up. I ball my hand up into a fist, breathing raggedly as I punch the wall next to me. I draw my arm back, punching the brick once more, the skin of my hands splitting with the force.
—
"And that I never blamed you for loving me the way that you did"
My phone buzzed again. Since that night, they hadn't stopped texting and calling. I tried to ignore the constant attempts. I finally turn over, the glow of my phone burning my eyes from being in the dark for so long. The umpteenth call notification came in and I swipe it away, shutting the phone off.
A soft but familiar knock at my door makes me look over, sitting up when it opens. [name] is standing there with a slight smile, holding a bag of food. "I heard you were feeling sick?" she says, sliding in and closing the door behind her with a soft click. She places the food onto my desk and slides her shoes off as she sits on the bed next to me. "Suho told me what happened," she starts quietly, biting her lip. She grabs my hand and interlocks them; something she does as a means to comfort. In this case, I don't know who needs the comfort, me, or her.
"What's going on?" her brows furrow and she looks pitiful. I snatch my hand away before I could register it. "Nothing," I sneer, pulling away as her face twists in hurt. "I—I just thought—" I watched as she tried to dismiss the feeling, swallowing hard as she continued to push and prod. "You know, you and Suho are the exact same." I scoff, watching as her brows furrow.
A moment passes. "What does that mean?" She says, picking at her thumbnail nervously. A small quirk she picked up from me. My hand swipes over my own thumbnail subconsciously, short and uneven from all the times of messing with it nervously.
I'm hurting her.
I know I am but I can't stop. The anger doesn't let me, its got a habit of speaking for me these days. My eyes dart around the room, refusing to meet hers as I continue, "You both pity me. I just—" I take a pause. A breath, feeling myself get angry all over again. "Stop fucking pitying me I'm not—" I swallow. She interrupts me.
"What?" She says in disbelief.
She sounds like she can't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I barley do.
"I'm not some weak thing that needs protecting." I stand up, looking her in the eye. "Not from you, not from Suho or anyone fucking else."
It's quiet save for a sniffle from her and for a second I thought she was crying. She can't meet my eyes.
She stands up, looking me in the eyes. "I don't know what's gotten into you," she breathes, "But I don't fucking pity you. I never have, I—" she stopped, hurting etching itself across her face. "Never mind." She laughs, but it isn't in a comical way and I know I fucked up.
My mouth opens as I begin to say something, anything to get her too stay but she throws a hand up, "Don't bother. Text me when you're feeling better." she wipes her eyes as she grabs her shoes, walking out the door and closing it with a soft click. I grab my phone from the bed, chucking it at the wall with a thud.
"Fuck." I breathe, hands flying to my head as I flop onto my bed. The food lies untouched. My phone is still on the ground, screen cracked. I curl into a ball, knees touching my chin as I close my eyes. "I'm so fucking lonely," I breathe, vision blurring with unshed tears.
I remember the first time she came over, it was before we started dating. "I wanna see what your room looks like," she said, laughing as she grabbed my hand, pulling me along the sidewalk. I could feel the heat rushing to my face as I smiled slightly. "Okay." I nodded, allowing myself to be dragged along.
—
"Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours"
"You, Me and Suho should talk things out." I frowned. I didn't want to talk things out, I'm tired of being fucking pitied. "There's nothing to talk out." I couldn't meet Sieun's eyes.
Why should I feel guilty? My hands curl into fists, my nails digging into my palm. "You know, I wish you would all just leave me alone. I'm having fun for once." I scoff and he narrows his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" I start again, "Besides, Suho's looked down on me since the day we met. He's never even thought of me as a friend," I say, eyes glued to my shoes.
"You're really pathetic, you know that?" I hear from behind me, as I turn and see Suho standing there. "What are you gonna do about it?" I breathe, walking past him. The bell for lunch rings and I walk down the hall and to the stairs, making my way there.
I see [name] in the halls and she looks at me with an expression I can't quite read.
Earlier, in the stairwell, I caught sight of Suho and [name] again. She was laughing—God, she looked so happy with him.
and without me.
I told myself I didn’t care.
I look away and see Jeongchan waiting for me. I know she must be wondering what I'm doing. I walk up to the group and Jeongchan greets me with a harsh slap on the back, laughing. His face changes to a look of confusion as he looks behind me and I turn around to see [name] standing there, a look of hurt and confusion on her face.
"Why are you over here hanging out with them?" She asks, completely ignoring everyone else. My cheeks heat in embarrassment as I look her in the eyes. "They're my friends," I spit, and she falters, slightly stepping back. "What?" she says, and I hear Jeongchan and the others murmuring behind me. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend," He laughs, "Seems like you didn't the way that girl was all over you yesterday." Her eyes narrow, looking at me in disbelief now.
"Beomseok what is he talking about?" and Suho steps in now, standing next to her as he clenches his fist. "Yeah, what is he talking about?" He grits, narrowed eyes looking right at me. "I was just having fun," I grit, looking Suho in the eyes. He grabs me by my collar then, and I grab him by his, suddenly feeling exhilarated. [Name] steps between us now, looking at me. "What is your fucking issue Beomseok?" she yells, eyes searching mines for an answer. "I'm over this," Suho mumbles. "Get back in line Beomseok." He breathes, and I look him in the eyes, glaring. "No thanks."
A moment passes and Suho steps back, face blank as he suddenly pushes me into a table, the force making my glasses fly onto the table. I put them back on, turning to face him angrily.
"am I making you feel sick?"
"Stop staring." He says.
"You disgust me." he spits, eyes narrowing with his lip curling into a sneer. I huff as I walk past him, walking off.
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I sat down, pinching the bridge of my nose. It's Suho's birthday today yet I hadn't seen him anywhere. "Hey Sieun, where did Yeongi go?" I asked, adjusting my party hat. "I just texted grandma and she hasn't seen him since earlier either." He grabs his phone.
"She said she was picking up a surprise for Suho." He brings the phone to his face as it rings. I hear a ringtone sound and walk over to the couch. "She left her phone here," I say, holding it in my hand and handing it to Sieun. He looks at a message on it, eyes narrowing slightly. "I'll go and look for her," he says, throwing his jacket on. "Okay, I'll go look for Suho I have his location." I say, grabbing my phone and Beomseok's jacket he gave me.
"I like your jacket, it looks cool" I say, rustling through Beomseok's closet. "Why did you say you were going in there again?" He says, crossing his legs from his spot on the bed. "I'm taking something from here, just don't know what yet." I mumble, continuing my search. "I wanna have something of yours—you know, to wear?" I look back at him, reading his expression. His face is pink, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Okay." He replies with a nod.
I can't help but wonder what he's doing even though he's been an ass lately. I pull up the location checking app and see both Suho and Beomseok were in the same location; a gym. My eyebrows furrowed as I took note of the location. I went into my contacts and found Suho's number, hearing it ring and get sent to voicemail. "That's weird," I murmur.
It takes 15 minutes or so for me to get there. I walk up the street and find a tall black colored building. The arrow on the location app points to this building. I see no one outside of it. I walk up and pull on the door, immediately hearing the sounds of a loud crowd of people cheering and thuds of flesh against flesh. In the middle of the gym is a large boxing ring with two people I can't quite identify fighting in the ring.
I turn and see Beomseok standing aside, observing the fight. I rush to him, grabbing his shoulder. "What's going on? Why does it say Suho is here—where is he?" I question franticly. Beomseok's face is void of emotion, blank and unfocused eyes still on the boxing ring. I turn then, and that's when I see who's fighting. I see Suho punch the other guy in the ring his first connecting with the boys face, making him fall to the ground and I move closer to the ring.
"Suho!" I yell, looking up at him in concern. He looks down at me with a smile.
"I won, let's get outta here—"He smiles, the sweat reflecting off the light making him glisten. He reaches a hand out towards me when suddenly his knees buckle, hand faltering. My eyes narrowed; he hit the ground with a loud thud, his head hitting the mat with a bounce. My eyes widen in horror as Suho lies limp, fingers twitching as he looks at me, eyes slowly opening and closing as if it hurt. The boy who kicked him stands over him, breathing heavily. I scream, throat itching as I climb into the ring, hands shaking uncontrollably.
I put an ear to his nose, hearing light puffs of air filter through. "Grab her," I hear from beside me and I see Beomseok looking at Suho with a blank expression. I'm suddenly grabbed from behind and dragged away as I watch Beomseok begin yelling. I scream, pushing and shoving, anything to get this persons hands off me, to get to Suho. Beomseok pulls his foot back, kicking Suho in the head.
"Who's the pathetic one now shithead?" He screams, kicking Suho in the head. He pauses as he turns around, glancing at me. He looks apologetic for a split second, before he turns around to continue. My throat is raw at this point, hands desperately clawing at the hold on me as the man finally lets go. I rush to Suho's side, dropping to my knees and holding his body protectively as I kick at Beomseok, yelling at him to get away from Suho.
"Suho please, please it's me—please," I try shaking him. Beomseok falls, huffing as a new voice is heard. His bodygaurd rushes in, shouting Beomseok's name. The bodygaurd grabs him and he shoves the guard away, yelling. "Get the hell off me!" he grunts, pushing his hands away. I check his pulse on his wrist, not feeling anything.
I franticly check everywhere I can think of, "I can't feel anything—It's not, he's not—" my voice breaks, my vision blurring with tears as I look at Beomseok. I hear the other boys murmur as they all begin running out. He looks at me, dropping to his knees as he breathes shakily. His shaking hand reaches for Suho but before he can touch it I snatch it away with a glare. He begins calling Suho's name like a mantra.
"If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick"
"Suho—Suho please, please look at me," Beomseok begs, grabbing his hand, holding it to his face. I snatch it away, glaring at him with all the hatred I could muster. "You disgust me," I spit, hot tears running down my face. Beomseok shakes his head, sorries spilling out uncontrollably. He looks at me, horrified with himself.
"Please help him—please help my brother please," I scream, begging to anyone that would listen as I held his limp body in my arms. Beomseok is dragged away from us by the guards as he yells Suho's name, sobbing into his hands. I distantly hear Beomseok yelling. "What about Suho? He's not breathing, he— no wait he's not opening his eyes wait—" Beomseok went limp, getting dragged away. "Suho please!" I cry, eyes darting across his face.
I scan my surroundings, seeing one bodygaurd and two boys still looking at the ring, at Suho's limp body.
"Why aren't you helping me!? He needs help—" My throat burns and I swallow harshly, continuing. "Fucking help him!" I scream, standing up. "Didn't you hear me? I said help me." I say, hooking my hands under his armpits, attempting to drag him. I fall, getting back up and attempting to try again. The body guard pulls the boys aside and I hear them talking quietly.
The man gets on the phone as the boys look at me nervously. The other bodyguard approaches me, expressionless. "I recommend you stop touching the body and incriminating yourself." He says, pulling something out of his pocket. My eyes widen wildly.
"Body? He's not—He's not just a body and he's not—he's not dead," I breathe as the other guard gets into the ring. I feel hands grab my waist and pull me backwards as I attempt to claw them off me. My breathing is ragged as I yell. "Get off me!" I kick, getting dragged away as I take one last look at Suho before the door shuts.
It's silent for a moment as I hear the sirens sound distantly.
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