You're still able to feel the sting on your left arm. Every time you try to move, any slight movement at all, the sting spreads across your body, a reminder of the injection he put in you.
How long had you been on the couch? Your thoughts swam, drifting one way and then the other, too sluggish to latch onto anything for long. You had a small amount of control in your body. You legs were numb however you could move your fingers, and maybe get though the pain of lifting your arms.
But each movement, each thought ached in your head, bringing a wave of sluggish over your body.
But slowly, you open your eyes, and there you see him. Jun sits on the armchair to the right of you. His gaze sends shivers down your body. He was probably just checking if your alive, he did over dose you. Accidently he says. And with a sigh, Jun stands up. He reaches above you and pulls out a blanket. he places it over your body, like another form of protection, to not let you move.
"I'll be in the study" He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple, before standing up and walking away. Leaving you with your fading thoughts. For a moment you lye their, accepting the ache across your body and the wave of tiredness that came and went. Your eyes move across the room, and there you sit it. The exit door.
You could just stay where you are. You in comfort. But you had been there for hours and you were slowly regaining control of your body.
Your heart pounded so hard it rattled your ribs. You shoved the blanket aside, limbs trembling with the effort. Your knees hit the carpet, a jolt of pain running straight up your thighs. It caused a hiss of pain to come out of you. But you could move. So you started crawling.
The carpet burned your knees as you pulled your body closer to the door. Each push put a toll on your body. You lifted your body, and tried to crawl using your hands and knees, it was more tiring, caused more energy to stay balanced but you took longer strides.
You were close to the door know but a new challenged emerged. You had to crawl through the squeaky wooden floorboards. The house was deafly silent and each drag of your foot, each plant of your palm caused a small creak to sound out.
Your eyes well with tears of pain and your breath was now rugged but you continued to haul your body forward. You reached your arm out, a painful sting zapped you.
"Ah!" You cry out, dropping to the floor. The loud thump causes Jun to emerge from the study. His shadow falls over you and you let out a small whimper.
"3 minutes I was gone" His voice sounds from above you. He leans down to you, his strong arms lifting you up close to him. He carriers you bridal style back to the couch
“You really thought you could make it?” he murmured, voice closer now, right against your ear. You don't answer him, you can't.
With a huff, he sits on the couch, but he still keeps you close to him.
"You don't listen" Jun begins, his voice soft and eerily calm. As more feeling comes back to you, you try to squirm out of his hold, "And now i have to fix that" he says flatly, his hands reach down to his waist and he unbuckles his belt. The cloudiness that was once over your head is now filled with fear.
"n-no" you struggle to say. Jun tuts as you and turns you body over. You're now ass up on his lap. And his fingers trail over you ass, and he pulls down your pants along with your panties, revealing your bare ass. You try to crawl off his lap and he harshly pulls you back.
"I don't want to hurt you, but you make it so fucking necessary" Jun spits, raising the belt back and slamming it onto your ass, you moan out in pain. Your body jolts at the impact. Your hands squeeze the blanket in front of you, trying to find some comfort.
SLAP
the leather belt leaves another fat red mark on your ass cheek. Jun caressing it, causing you to shriek in pain and squirm more.
"Baby, I want you to count each one" you let out a sob, and feel another spank.
"one" you hiss out, biting your lip.
"two" You eyes squeeze shut.
"th-three"you cry out in pain.
"four" your ass is numb with pain.
"five" you're out of breath.
"six" you clench your toes.
"s-seven" you can no longer pay attention. Your mind swirls with sluggish thoughts and movement. Your tired, your sore, your numb, your in pain, you cant think, you cant hear, you cant feel, you cant see.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
You no longer respond. You've turned into a mess of cries. He finally stops.
"You sorry, have you learnt your lesson y/n?" His tone is so sweet and caring. He sounds like a heartbroken, loving boyfriend. With your head smushed against the couch, you nod your head up and down.
"Use your words please" You feel his hands on your face, removing the hair out of the way and even wiping your tears, before moving your face to look at him. You take a shaky breath before answering.
"yes" you answer. Juns still not satisfied.
"And what do we say?"
"I w-wont.....do it again"
"And?" your mind goes blank, but he stares at you with an annoyed glare. What? What did he want you say? Your mind fogs but you reminder what he wants.
↦ note: jun the type of yandere who'd be obsessed with a specific part of your body rather than obsessing over you.
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Junhui despises baggy pants with a passion, as they simply do not do justice to your figure. However, when it comes to skinny jeans that hug your legs in all the right places, he can't help but admire how they accentuate your curves. It's a sight that never fails to leave him in awe.
But when you strut around in anything that exposes your thighs, Junhui is left in a state of dilemma. On one hand, he can't get enough of the alluring sight, but on the other, he can't stand the thought of anyone else in college getting a glimpse of what's rightfully his.
Alas, to his dismay, you have been shamelessly flaunting your thighs around campus for the past few weeks. Sure, it may be summer, but still, that’s no excuse.
So when he decides it's enough of you showing off your thighs, he decides to confront you about it.
"My sweet, sweet princess," he whispers, and your eyes shoot open at the unfamiliar voice in the safety of your own bedroom. You see his figure sitting at the edge of your bed and before you can even let out a scream, his hand clamps over your mouth, silencing any sound. "Shh, princess. I don’t want your family members coming in between us." You catch a glimpse of the glinting blade in his grasp, and the mere sight of it is enough to keep you mute.
"That’s a good girl," he murmurs, his hand retreating from your mouth once he's certain you won't scream. He turns on the table lamp, finally allowing you to get a glimpse of his face, or at least his eyes, as he's wearing a mask. "Who are you?" you dared to ask, your voice shaking with fear. "Me? I'm your boyfriend," he replies, his answer so absurd that you can't help but furrow your brow. "My boyfriend?" you repeat incredulously.
"Ugh, forget the introductions." He snaps, impatient, yanking the blanket off of you as he climbs on top of you. "I'm here for this." His eyes are fixated on your thighs, his hands tracing their curves as if they're a fragile work of art.
He can hardly believe he's finally touching them after all the time he spent just staring at them, and the thrill of it sends blood rushing down to his cock.
But it’s too early for that so he holds himself back.
"Don't you dare move," he warns, the glint of his knife now against your neck. You're frozen in terror, tears streaming down your cheeks as he continues to stroke your skin, pushing your nightgown up to reveal more of your flesh.
“This thing here belongs to me.” He emphasises, tightening his grip around your thigh, drawing out a wince from you. “So stop showing them off to the assholes on your campus.” He pulls off his mask and bends down until his breath is tickling the flesh of your thighs.
He’s a handsome man, you can’t deny that but his behaviour is disgusting.
The knife is long taken away from your neck but you’re too scared to move an inch. "Oh my, I think I left a mark," he murmurs, his lips tracing the tender bruise on your skin. He plants more gentle kisses on your inner thighs.
He could keep kissing the flesh of your skin for hours with no end, but he decides this is enough for tonight.
"Don't worry, my sweet princess, I'll be back soon." With a soft smile, he rises from the bed and tucks you under the covers, placing a kiss against your cheek. His lips lingers for a moment, dangerously close to your lips, before he slips out the window and disappears into the night.
The next day, Junhui can't hide his grin as he catches sight of you in your skinny jeans. He watches as you nervously scan the room, searching for him in fear.
It's adorable, really.
He knows he'll have to pay you another visit tonight, to praise you and to feel your thighs against his lips once more.
Hello Tim, welcome to tumblr! I saw that your request are open and I'd love to request short fics about Jun! Due to his new digital single Psycho, I couldn't stop thinking about him being a yandere, especially the sub one >>
TW: L/N mention (i tried not to im sorry 💔), probs inaccurate mental health portrayal (but it’s not specified), murder, yandere tendencies
Jun’s eyes widen to the size of saucers. You are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, and here you are... walking into his room. You smile at his bright gaze. You smile at him! "I'm here for your meds Mr Wen, I'll be your new nurse. You can call me Ms L/N." Carefully you sit aside him and try your best to steel your nerves; you didn't want to end up like his last nurse. He doesn’t seem to mind though, his smile stretching his face so far, you’re worried its hurting. Jun likes the pain.
You place his pills in his hand and he squirms at the contact. You skin is so warm and soft he might just die. He swallows the pills. He’ll take anything you give him. Getting him to take his medicine is easy, contrary to what you’d been warned of. The only warning signs were his eyes. No matter what you were doing, they followed you like a hawk. But that was easy to negate due to his complete 180. He would respond to his therapists, a bit coldly, but it was progress, nonetheless. It felt easier talking to you, though. He loved talking to you, especially when you would respond. Your voice ascended him every single time he heard it, no matter how trivial the conversation. And hearing about your life was so interesting! Oh, you went out for a walk yesterday? How was it? Is your family okay? Is there any significant other in your life? Are you completely satisfied, sexually? You know, completely normal questions for two lovers a patient and nurse to discuss.
It comes to a head one day though, when you disclose some exciting news. Despite this likely breaching patient and nurse relation, you tell him of your date yesterday. Cheeks flushed and fingers intertwined with yourself, you giggle. And while, under any other circumstances Jun would be over the moon right now, he is bristling with anger. He thought you loved him. Why would you be so kind to him if you weren’t? It didn’t matter. All that mattered is whoever he was… ceased to be. For the rest of your time together, Jun kept a brave face, despite his heart cracking on the inside, especially when you mentioned having a second date again today.
Bribing a guard to find your address and get out was easy. You don’t have a reputation like Jun’s for no reason. While he was refreshed stepping out and finally feeling fresh air again, he had a job to do.
Watching you go on a date with him was hard. Hiding in the bushes outside the restaurant, Jun’s eyes were glued to you. Despite his furiousness in someone else flirting with you, Jun supposed he could use it to his advantage. He found out what made you fidget, what you smiled at, and what you frowned at. It would all be useful anyway, when he began courting you officially.
Jun relished the feeling of your date’s blood lathering his skin. Plunging his knife into him again and again, Jun thought back to you. Every time you had smiled at your date, Jun twisted the weapon inside. He vowed that as soon as he was officially in the outside world, or sooner, if he could, he would win over your heart.
a/n -> there's a lack of yandere svt content on this app and i'm here to fix it but first and foremost, this is for the loml @haet-sal <3 luv ya
SEUNGCHEOL.
after weeks of throwing tantrums, crying your eyes out, trying not to eat or drink anything he gives you, and flinching every time he even comes as much as 5 ft near you, you had found out it wont work. but you couldn't place if it was because he was persistent or he just loved you that much.
but now, you had adopted another scheme, an act, an act of slowly being coaxed into whatever fantasy seungcheol had been brewing in his mind.
blinking your eyes and smiling at him whem he says he loves you, shaking your head slowly when he offers to take you out (part of the plan was convincing him that you just don't want to go out anymore)
but so far you had been a good actor, you hadn't seen his disappointed face in about a month so you'd say you were safe.
when he leaves for work, he turns the key twice in the lock, and his shoes tap on the porch an exact 12 times as he leaves, this part you've taken away from being deprived of any means of entertainment and he's gone after that.
he comes back around at 6, again the 12 taps and the two turns of the key.
this was a routine, and as much as you wanted to just push past him one of the times when he opened the door, you knew you wouldn't make it quite far so you waited. waited for the right moment to pounce on your freedom.
and it comes in the form of a phone call, a phone call from work you assume but about which you know you'll hear at dinner tonight, but only if you stuck around that long because there were no turns of the key today, just 12 fast paved steps then the engine whirring and he's gone.
you can't believe it! the door was right in front of you and it was open!
you touch the door and trace the lines on it slowly to make sure you aren't dreaming and then push it open, the healthy, warm glow of the sunlight breathes new life into you and your feet are against the wooden floor.
but you should have known better, in your excitement of the door being open, you might not have heard the car pull up again in the driveway. the person analysing you realizes that the smile you've been giving him all the time was a stage smile and this … this was the real deal, pure happiness on your face.
but you've seen him and its too late to go back in and pretend you weren't out so back.
"y/n," he slams the car door shut and approaches you, he's not angry but he's not pleased either.
"can we go back in? please?"
you nod, you've accepted defeat. for some reason you can't move even though you should have, you follow him inside the place you never thought you'd be back to again.
"what were you doing?"
no answer, there's no way you could get out of this.
"were you going to abandon me?"
He's sitting on the sofa now, his elbows on his knees and his face in his palms.
and he looks at you, "abandon me? after all i've done for you? the way i love you?"
you close your eyes and begin "i'm sorry, seungcheol, this won't happen again,"
"yeah, it won't because i'm not gonna leave you alone again,"
JEONGHAN.
jeonghan smiled, he stood there at the empty road, with no actual reason to. but he did.
"baby, i know you're here, it's over, you can't run anywhere,"
you clasp your hand on your mouth, trying not to even breath because you were skeptical you could give yourself away.
even in your shorts and a thin t-shirt, you could not feel the November air on you, that was how scared you were.
jeonghan stood under the golden streetlight, an alley opened up in front of it and that's where he was sure you would be hiding. there's no other place.
the knife he was holding glistens in the dull light as he boringly swipes it across air.
"baby,"
you know you shouldn't have taken the bait, jeonghan never ever does anything without an ulterior motive. you should have known that, learnt that.
so when he purposefully began leaving for menial errands he could have made someone else do for him, you should have known he had plans behind it.
but when you're drowning you won't see if the boat that's saving you has holes or not, you'll jump.
and that's what you did, you jumped.
but unbeknownst to you, he was doing this purposefully, sort of like a test for you.
to check your "loyalty", check if you're trustworthy enough yet.
and he was now… disappointed.
he didn't expect his baby to leave him.
not when he loves you as much as he does, cares for you, makes sure your needs are met, everything he's done for you and you… you betray him?
thank god he decided to do this, because what if, hypothetically you were able to do this without him being here? not that it would happen ever, jeonghan always had his guard up.
he's standing there still and this time with a more sing-songy voice, he calls out to you again.
"baby, come out now," his voice is so sweet, honey almost and you could never imagine what this man was capable of.
jeonghan sighed and looked the rest of the street, was it possible you weren't here?
you finally feel your muscles relax as his footsteps fade a little, but not entirely letting yourself feel happy, you knew you were far from free from him.
but you dared to look out, and it was empty, the street, like he was never even there at the first place.
you slowly muster up courage to step through the dark corners of the alley into the light, just to -
"baby," its like some sound a haunting doll makes, the cold isn't the only reason you have goosebumps all over your body.
he holds out your hand, as if nothing has happened, as if you weren't throwing things at him a few minutes ago in the house.
"let's go home, baby,"
and you look into his eyes, hauntingly mesmerising, but you can't help but fear him so you intertwine your hands with his.
JOSHUA.
you turn the door knob, and in any instance you would be fearing he might pounce on you but right now, you were free and he was the one locked inside his own bathroom, you knew it wouldn't be long though, because the latch could easily be unlocked by banging the door with pressure, you had experienced it yourself.
in any case though, you grabbed the car keys and practically ran to the car, wearing the shoes halfly and pressing the acclerator without even tying the laces, there was no better day to get the hell out of here.
you had no phone, though, to tell your parents the whole story, the whole truth about him but you ran past stop signals to the familiar road usually depressing with joshua at your side and having go pretend all was good and well with you and your fiancè. you can see the diamond shining as you take a turn into your driveway, quickly slamming the door behind you and impatiently ringing the bell.
"c'mon, open the door, quick," you paced around , knowing joshua would be on his way by now, it made you so anxious and as soon as your mother opened the door, you rushed inside and slammed it shut, looking out the window to check if he's there yet.
but you couldn't place the expression on her face as you started trying to explain the whole situation to them.
"are you kidding me, y/n? joshua already told us what you did. to hear about your own ward cheating, and on their fiancè? this is too much, y/n, this isn't how we raised you. and now you're trying to blame it all on him?"
you look around desperately for some sort of an explanation as to why your mother was willing to believe joshua more than you, but then he was ever the charmer.
"you don't understand, mom-"
"yeah, i clearly don't understand why he's still with you, he should have broken it off as soon he came to know but poor guy loves you. so behave because he's on his way to pick you up,"
you try to turn the door knob slowly but your heart sinks as you hear a car pull up in your driveway and then a halt, silence.
"mother-in-law! i'm here,"
JUN.
"sh," he puts his finger on your lips as you attempt to stifle your sobs, undoubtedly, your face was a mess right now, but so was your throat, you'd spent the last 15 minutes screaming your throat out after you had found yourself in binds in a chair, and jun with his knife.
"tsk, tsk," he clicks his tongue slowly, an evil glint in his eyes.
never could you ever have imagined your best friend, the cheerfully shy guy who was too scared to even ask for a extra sugar packets, to be this, this person in front of you. it just messed with your brain.
but then again, you had never imagined that he'd have a crush on you either.
he did look too long at you sometimes, smiking to himself afterwards but you couldn't decipher it. and now the "they don't deserve you," were suspicious.
he plays with the knife slowly, hovering around you.
"wouldn't it have been better for the both of us if you just shut up and accepted my love? i'm not that bad, am i?"
he looks at you, and too scared to dare and defy him, you nod furiously.
"aw, babe,"
you couldn't have imagined this, not in a million years, because even after you politely told him you didn't think of him as beyond a friend, he'd sniffled softly and glanced at you, "can't we give this a try, once?"
"jun, you're great, but that would be injustice to us both,"
and you'd got up and got home, but the next thing you knew, you were here. where apparently screaming doesn't make much difference.
“Us. All I ever wanted was us. Is that truly too much to ask?”
you shake your head.
"not much to talk about today? no more 'wait, that guy's hot' or 'omg, i'd die for this girl'?"
he shakes his head as he kneels down, forcing you to have eye contact with him.
"i was right there! why couldn't you ever see me?"
you couldn't speak. someone you trusted blindly until yesterday was someone you could now imagine stabbing.
and he places a strand of hair behind your ear.
"hell, even my crying couldn't make a difference to you, what kind of a friend are you, y/n?"
"but don't worry, now that i have you, i'll slowly teach you, to love me, and i don't mind you how slow you go, we have all the time in the world," dragging the 'all'.
"you're only mine, now,"
HOSHI.
with a last glance at the home you've been staying in for the past three years, you walk out with a sigh, your chest feeling like it could just drop down at the floor below.
hoshi was nothing if not absolutely loving and caring, just a borderline sweetheart really. but you couldn't bear it anymore, and better, he deserved someone better than you, who could reciprocate that love or who deserved it more than you probably.
but you'd be lying if you said you didn't love him, his constant reassurances, the hand on your shoulders if you were ever worried about anything, the attempts to make you laugh, it was all just irrestible to not fall for.
he had raised your standards high and you couldn't believe you were walking away from such a perfect thing. it was a foolish thing to do.
but what will you even do now? without him to guide you?
what if you're losing him forever after this? because a part of you hoped that he tries to find you.
but what if he doesn't? the idea that he doesn't look for you makes you dread it and you can't sit in that train anymore. you need to go back.
it's not that you didn't think this through, you did, but actually doing it was harder than whatever thing you'd been planning for months and carefully doing it when he wasn't home so you wouldn't have to answer the question that his eyes would obviously hold and the answer that you were looking fot but couldn't give.
it was a pathetic situation to be in, you wanted his love but didn't think you deserved it, but now that you got off on a random stop and looked for the sub back to your apartment, you knew this was a bad idea.
the image of hoshi coming home to the note you'd left him made you hate yourself more, how could you do that to a person wjo had showered you with nothing but love?
and you went back, to the familiar doorway of your apartment, with hoshi standing right there reading the note.
"...what?"
your eyes answer before he can finish his question as tears start streaming down your face, how can you ever leave this person?
this was the face of someone you wouldn't be satisfied with even spending an eternity with.
it was the face of someone you loved, and someone who loved you back, whether you deserved it or not.
and you hug him, "i'm sorry,"
he rubs your back, comfortingly, "it's okay, you're home, that's what matters,"
and you sleep comfortably knowing you're loved and safe with him, that no matter what happens, even if the world ends tomorrow, you'd have him.
the next morning, you wake up with a strange, tight sensation around your wrists.
“Good morning! Sleep well? I hope the bindings aren’t too tight. Did you know you’re quite the restless sleeper?”
"hoshi? what's with the bindings?"
"well, i need to make sure you don't run away again, did you know how worried i was last night? i thought i lost you, really,"
he cups your face.
"i don't want to lose you again,"
WONWOO.
your boyfriend's bestfriend, if someone asked you, you'd reply in adjectives. nice, calm, sweet and caring. it was what you noticed of him when sometimes you'd hang out together, its what you would tell somebody if they were interested in him.
"...wonwoo, i love mingyu, you're my friend,"
you weren't bound or anything, just sat down on the floor of his apartment by choice, he'd have you sitting on the most expensive of chairs if he could, but strangely you still wanted the love of the man who clearly didn't love you the way you deserved to be loved? how was that possible?
his black hair covered his eyes a little but you knew his eyes were red.
"no, i won't have it. you don't deserve him! i can be better than him!"
albeit you had found out that he was cheating, you couldn't let go of himself and certainly not fall in love with his best friend that just seemed like a weird foundation of a relationship. and you tried to explain it to him again.
"wonwoo.."
he doesn't respond, instead just gets up from his seat on the side of the bed and walks out, slamming the front door shut.
immediately, you jump to your feet and pick up your bag from the bedside table, something you'd been eyeing in the dimly lit room since you sat in the corner. and there it was, your key to freedom! your phone!
emergency contact, mingyu. swallowing your pride, you dial the number, it rings and rings but gets sent to voicemail.
way to mess up again, mingyu.
"he won't pick up," wonwoo swipes the phone right out of your hands.
you get back on your alert mode, distancing yourself from him as much as possible.
"i've called the police, stay away,"
"wrong, you only had enough time to call your precious mingyu who didn't even pick up,"
and that's when he turns on the lights, his grey shirt is splattered with blood.
"oh, don't worry, this blood isn't mine, i have a gift for you in the car,"
An: pic from namelessan on Zerochan. Breaking into the Enstars fandom with this!
Tw: implied physical assault, implied stalking, yandere stuff in general, religious references (I mean, it's Eden), let me know if I missed any
Eden.
Paradise, huh?
More like the gateway to hell.
And these boys.
These boys were shadows, dragging you in so deep you couldn't even move anymore. Tying you up so you couldn't move a muscle, all while telling you how much they 'loved' you.
That was your current predicament.
"Ibara, you don't need to tie it that tight, you'll hurt them!" One of them said, complaining.
Hiyori, you were sure, his voice was a little higher than the others. It would've been easy to tell from looks though.
Not like you could differentiate them by sight anyway, they had blindfolded and gagged you for some reason.
You didn't know them that well. Just that you ended up in the same places a lot and they were friends with your boyfriend. Right now, they were tightening the ropes that tied you to the chair you were on.
Who were they?
Eden of course.
Known as one of the 'big three' in the idol world. Giants in the entertainment industry, one of its members were head of one of the big idol agencies and another was an aristocrat whose family owned your favourite cafe chain.
All their members practically drowned in riches so it's no wonder they were able to kidnap you so easily.
"No worries, your highness, their grace will be alright," that was Ibara. He always addressed people with weird titles, calling you 'their grace' as though you were some paragon of holiness.
"Speaking of that, they're awfully calm, aren't they? Especially for just having been kidnapped. Are they still asleep?" Hiyori asked.
Of course, you weren't, you were just biting your tongue at the moment.
"By their breathing patterns, I'd say they're awake, just very calm for being in this type of situation. We really do appreciate it, your grace," Ibara replied, happily patting you on the head.
The truth was, you just didn't know what to say. You had been kidnapped by a group of J pop idol boys and tied up in what was probably some kind of basement. God, you were practically the MC of some crappy Tumblr fic at this point.
How did this even happen?
You were off on another date with your amazing boyfriend, Kaoru, and the two of you decided to go to your favourite cafe.
He ordered drinks for the both of you since he knew all your favourites and you sat down and talked together.
He was an idol who was in the unit Undead. Though in the eyes of most he was a merciless playboy, you knew it was all just a facade for the cameras.
He had eyes for you and you alone.
The place was great. It was quite popular among idols as well as it was a good hide away from the paparazzi. It was part of a chain owned by the Tomoe foundation whose second son was an idol, Hiyori Tomoe of Eden.
There was also a rumour that if you got lucky and were there at the right time, you could see the entirety of Eden sitting and eating together.
In this case, it was the most unfortunate thing to happen to you.
“Oh, Kaoru, I didn’t expect to see you here,” a man with long
soft-looking silver hair and ruby red eyes that reminded you of one of Kaoru’s bandmates started up a conversation with Kaoru.
“And who is this?” A green-haired guy with pretty violet eyes asked, his head tilted and smiling. You almost mistook him for a woman, but then recognized him.
Hiyori Tomoe from Eden!
So then that silver-haired guy was… Nagisa Ran. Which meant the blue-haired one was Jun Sazanami, and the guy with glasses was Ibara Saegusa. The entirety of Eden which included the president of COSPRO, one of the big idol agencies.
Kaoru told them your name and followed it up with, “They’re my lover, we’re on a little outing.”
Then he took your chin in his hand and kissed you to prove it. Somehow, this boy could always make you feel butterflies no matter how long you were together.
You loved everything about him. His bright blond hair, his pretty amber eyes, the way he spoke to you. You could go on and on about your beautiful boyfriend.
You happily reciprocated and then kissed him on the cheek in return. A smile grew on your face at his affectionate antics.
Eden sat with you and instead of going on with your date with Kaoru, you got familiar with the entirety of Eden.
From that day on, the four of them seemed to randomly appear where you were: At a grocery store, the mall, even an Undead concert live.
Individually or all together, they appeared where you were.
Such a pretty little thing.
You were gorgeous.
Your voice was akin to a siren's.
So so pure.
Not long and they already wanted to taint you.
Yet you were in the arms of that damn play boy.
Didn't you know he was bad?
Did you want your heart broken?
You were their sweet little angel, sent from Heaven itself.
And a snake was tempting you.
No need to worry though. Adam and Eve wouldn't make the same mistake they did before.
They'd make sure to cut off that snake's head before it could lure you into the darkness.
The last thing you could remember was going home from somewhere, texting your boyfriend, and then darkness.
"Well then, since you're so good right now, I suppose we can take the blindfold and gag off you. No screaming or panicking. Or it goes back on," Ibara said, untying them and taking it off you.
Your vision was a little blurry but got clearer with a bit of rubbing and blinking. Ibara Saegusa and Hiyori Tomoe. Sitting around you with soft smiles as though they hadn't just kidnapped you.
Hiyori reached out to you, petting your hair and cupping your cheek, squeezing lightly.
"Oh, you are adorable, aren't you, angel?" He said in response to your surprised look.
"They really are," Ibara said with a lovesick look on his face.
You felt your face heat and you looked down. This was embarrassing. You felt like nothing but a little pet for them. That was probably what they thought of you anyway…
You tried to speak, but all that came out was a small noise as something bigger caught your attention.
The door opened.
The sheer amount of locks you heard on that thing was more terrifying than the situation itself.
The rest of this god-forsaken idol group was here, great…
"Are they already cooperating? I expected us to only take off the gag after a couple of days," Nagisa asked. He was dressed in casual clothes, just a black hoodie and sweat pants… Nagisa never dressed like that… What did he do?
To your horror, you noticed one more thing. A few spots of deep blood red in otherwise spotless silver hair…
You looked over to Jun.
He was happy to make eye contact with you and smiled at you. He was in the same type of discreet outfit. His short blue hair looked a little messed up, as though he had been in a fight. As soon as you noticed, he quickly combed his hair back with his fingers.
You recognized blonde hair sticking to his hoodie…
No, it couldn't be.
That wasn't the right shade of blonde, was it?
Yeah, it had to have been someone else's.
Your face felt wet and your breath quickened.
No, not Kaoru.
Anyone but Kaoru!
Anyone but your Kaoru…
"What-what did you do?" You asked, trying to convince yourself that all of this pointed to something completely normal and not involving your Kaoru.
"We just got rid of a snake in the garden, love," Nagisa said in a little lovesick tone. He kissed you on the cheek and smiled sweetly.
