⚠️Unhealthy relationship, slight use of curse words. This is purely a fictional story and not intended to offend or defame anyone.⚠️
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Han
Han’s suspicion had always been a quiet thing at first a knot behind his ribs, a question that lingered too long. But worry turned to paranoia, and paranoia turned to accusation. Small doubts became sharp words; late messages became proof in his mind. He pushed questions into the air until they landed like stones between you, until trust began to erode. You tried to answer, to soothe, to show him you were still there. But his fear was louder than your explanations. One night, in the heat of it, he snapped. “Why were you out so late?” he demanded, voice rough with something that wasn’t anger so much as panic. “Who were you with? Why didn’t you tell me?” The questions came fast, breathless. When you said his name, asked him to trust you, he heard it like mockery. You didn’t shout. You didn’t run. You sank back into the chair, stunned by the vehemence of his words. The silence that followed his accusations was heavy, full of the space where tenderness used to be. That was when the truth landed on him the look on your face. Not anger. Not betrayal. Disappointment. Hurt so deep it quieted everything else. For a long beat he stood frozen, chest heaving. The realization spread through him like cold water. He had accused you of things you hadn’t done; he had built a wall of fear where there should have been safety. He had let his worst imaginings make accusations of reality. The weight of it broke something open inside him. “I’m sorry,” he blurted before he could stop himself. The words sounded small and brittle. “No... no, wait. I didn’t mean—” His hands trembled, fingers curling and uncurling as he fought for control.
He had always promised himself he wouldn’t be the kind of person who scared the people he loved. Now he felt like that person. You didn’t say anything. You only stared at him, eyes wet and hollow. That sight so quiet, so lost shoved him to his knees without his consent. He dropped down in front of you as if gravity had rearranged priorities. His throat bobbed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean it!” He was breathless, frantic. “I’m just… I’m just so scared you’ll leave.” When his confession turned to begging, his composure dissolved. He reached out and buried his face in your shoulder like a child seeking shelter. Your scent soft, ordinary should have calmed him; instead it made him ache. His whole body shook as he whispered into the fabric of your shirt, the words breaking and reforming over and over. “Please don’t hate me,” he murmured, voice muffled and raw. “Please don’t hate me.” The plea repeated until it seemed the only thing he could say that might stitch the damage back together. Tears leaked from his eyes and stained your clothes. His breath came in short, uneven pulls, each exhale a tiny surrender. He clung to you not in accusation now but in pleading—hands clutching, palms pressing as if he might physically hold the fear at bay. He could feel the shame in every line of his body, could feel how far he had pushed you. “I’ll do whatever it takes,” he whispered into your shoulder. He stayed like that, forehead pressed to you, trembling with the knowledge that trust, once cracked, takes time to heal.
Felix
Felix was sweet by nature. Sweet in the way he always looked after you, sweet in the way his arms felt like safety wrapped around you. But underneath that sweetness ran something more dangerous, something rooted in fear. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing you not to distance, not to time, not to anyone else. That fear festered until it grew into possessiveness, and soon he was tracking every step you took. At first, it was subtle: questions about where you’d been, reminders to text when you got home. But then it became patterns knowing when you should arrive, noticing when you were late, even pulling up locations you hadn’t shared. It all built until the day you finally confronted him. “Felix,” you said, your voice trembling, “you’ve been tracking me, haven’t you?” The words landed like a stone. His smile the one that always seemed so bright vanished instantly. His freckles seemed sharper against the sudden paleness of his face. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out at first. He didn’t know how to explain that it wasn’t mistrust, but fear, the kind that twisted love into obsession. “I…” His throat tightened, voice breaking on the first word. “I just wanted to keep you safe.” His gaze dropped to the floor, shame flooding his expression. “But I—” His voice cracked, softer now, fragile. “I scared you instead, didn’t I?” The silence that followed was unbearable.
Your eyes once always warm when looking at him were clouded now, hesitant, wounded. That sight gutted him more than any accusation could. In an instant, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, almost desperately. His embrace was firm, but trembling, as though he feared you might vanish if he let go. His breath hitched against your neck, uneven and shaky. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, words muffled into your skin. “God, I’m so sorry.” His hands clutched at your back, not to cage you, but to beg for forgiveness. “I never wanted you to feel trapped. I never wanted to be the reason you’re afraid.” His chest rose and fell rapidly, tears burning at the corners of his eyes though he tried to blink them away. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder, voice raw. “If you need space, I’ll give it to you. Even if it kills me, I’ll do it. Because I’d rather hurt myself than keep hurting you.” The sincerity in his tone wavered with every tremor in his body. You could feel him shaking, could hear the strain in every syllable. His need to keep you close had been suffocating, but now, in the aftermath, all that remained was regret—regret heavy enough to drown him. “I love you,” he whispered, arms tightening as though the words themselves might hold you together. “I’ll learn to love you the right way, I promise. Just… don’t walk away from me yet.” And in that fragile embrace, Felix clung not to control, but to the hope that his remorse might be enough to keep you by his side.
Seungmin
Seungmin was sharp by nature. Cold, logical, and ruthless when it came to things that mattered, and nothing mattered more to him than you. So when jealousy crept in, he didn’t confront it with emotion he confronted it with strategy. If someone got too close, he found their weakness. A word here, a threat there. A quiet blackmail that kept them at bay. To him, it was protection. To him, it was love. But the first time you pulled away from him your hand slipping from his, your voice quiet and wounded everything unraveled. You didn’t yell. You didn’t accuse. You just looked at him with eyes that carried more disappointment than fury, and that expression cut him in ways no fight ever could. His smirk the one that usually masked everything faltered instantly. His throat went dry, his mind scrambling to grasp at control that suddenly slipped through his fingers. “Wait,” he blurted, stepping closer as panic edged into his tone. “Don’t.. don’t pull away from me.” His voice cracked, and the sharpness he usually carried dulled under desperation. “I… I thought I was protecting us.” You didn’t answer, and the silence gutted him. He swallowed hard, forcing the words out, softer this time. “But I hurt you instead, didn’t I?” His usual certainty was gone, replaced with something fragile, something raw.
For the first time in a long time, he looked small. The calculating glint in his eyes was gone, replaced with guilt that weighed heavy on his features. He reached for your hand, hesitated, then let his fingers hover just inches away as though he no longer trusted himself to touch you without breaking something else. “I never wanted to see that look in your eyes,” he whispered. “Not from you. God, not from you.” His jaw clenched, but it wasn’t anger this time it was regret. He took a shaky breath and stepped closer, his voice trembling. “I thought if I eliminated the threats, if I made sure no one could take you from me, it would keep us strong. But I see now… all I did was push you away.” The mask of cold logic he wore so easily was gone, stripped away until only the boy beneath remained vulnerable, afraid. His lips parted, but no clever excuse came. No smirk. No plan. Only a plea. “Please,” he murmured, eyes searching yours desperately. “Give me another chance. Let me try again, without the lies. Without the games.” His voice cracked, and he dropped his gaze for a moment before forcing himself to meet your eyes again. “I don’t want to lose you. Not like this. Not because I was too blinded by my own jealousy.” When he finally reached out, it was slow, careful, his touch feather-light against your arm. The warmth of his hand trembled with uncertainty. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Tell me how to fix this, and I will. Just… don’t let this be the end of us.”
Jeongin
You never expected lies from Jeongin. He had always been the sweet one, with a smile so bright it made you forget how sharp his edges could be. But when the truth came out when you discovered that the things he told you were twisted, that the comfort he gave was built on manipulation you felt something inside you crack. Standing before him, your voice low but steady, you asked the one question that made his whole world collapse: “Why did you lie to me?” The moment the words left your lips, Jeongin froze. His puppy eyes widened, glassy and trembling, and for the first time, he didn’t know what to say. His lips parted, then closed again, and he looked so small, so caught, as if you’d just uncovered the secret he had been clinging to with all his might. “I… I didn’t want you to leave me,” he finally stammered, his voice thin and broken. His hands fidgeted at his sides, clenching and unclenching, until he finally dared to reach for you. His fingers brushed your arm, hesitant, then curled around it with a fragile grip that spoke more of desperation than control. Tears welled in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks as he leaned closer, his whole body trembling. “But I didn’t mean to make you sad. I swear I didn’t. I just—” His words broke, a sob cutting through them, “—I thought if I made you need me, if I kept you close, then you’d never look away.”
The confession poured out of him like water from a broken dam. His voice cracked again, softer now, almost a whisper. “I was so scared… scared you’d realize I’m not enough, scared you’d find someone better. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you, so I..” He swallowed hard, guilt tightening his throat. “I lied. I thought it would protect us. I thought it would protect me.” He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, clinging to you with trembling arms as if his very life depended on the warmth of your body against his. “I’ll be better,” he whispered again and again, each repetition shakier than the last. His tears soaked into your shirt as he buried his face deeper into your neck, shaking like a child lost in the dark. “I promise,” he said, his words muffled against your skin. “I promise I’ll be better. Just… please, don’t hate me.” His voice broke into a sob, and his whole frame shuddered. You tried to move, but his grip only tightened, his fear spilling out in every desperate motion. “Don’t leave me,” he pleaded, his breath hitching. “Please don’t leave me. I’ll fix it, I’ll fix everything, just give me another chance.” The boy who always seemed so innocent now trembled in your arms, undone by his own fear of losing you. His lies had broken something fragile between you, but in this moment, all he could do was beg—clinging to you with every tear, every whispered promise, terrified of the silence that would follow if you walked away.
For some reason, I suddenly feel like I forgot something… maybe I forgot to tag some people in my post, even though I already told them I would. God knows I disappeared for quite a while so I beg those people to pardon me. Honestly, my brain is running on very low capacity right now.
Oooh that yandere fic was so good. Idk what it is w me but my favorite Yandere fics are those where the Yandere realized they fucked up and the trait/personality that drew them in in the first place is gone because of them. The groveling, panic, etc after it is always so satisfying to read
Awww, my pleasure!!!!
I’m really glad you love it, darling. It’s totally fine everyone has their own favorite genre, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
hi i love your writing! could i request yandere skz who regret what they did to you? tysm <3
Realization and Regret
When they regret everything they did to you.
⚠️Unhealthy relationship, slight use of curse words. This is purely a fictional story and not intended to offend or defame anyone.⚠️
Hyung line, Maknae line (coming soon)
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Chan
For Chan, regret doesn’t arrive suddenly it seeps in slowly, like a quiet storm building at the horizon. It comes when he begins to notice the little things, the cracks that weren’t there before. It’s in the moment he realizes that your smile, once so bright and effortless, now rarely graces your lips. The spark that used to dance in your eyes has dimmed to a faint glimmer, almost gone. You no longer laugh the way you used to. You no longer look at him with that open, safe expression that told him you felt protected. For him, being your safe place was everything. He wanted to be the one who could meet your needs before you even voiced them, to be the person you leaned on without hesitation. But now, the truth hits him like a heavy blow he hasn’t been that person for you, and somewhere along the way, something broke. You’ve grown quieter, your voice soft and flat, lacking the energy that used to warm every conversation. You obey the things he says without question, but it feels more like compliance than trust. There’s no fight, no laughter, no warmth only a subdued acceptance that unsettles him. Your eyes no longer sparkle with mischief or affection. And when he moves too quickly, when his hand brushes yours unexpectedly, you flinch. That small reaction crushes him.
His shoulders slump, weighed down by guilt and realization. Slowly, hesitantly, he reaches out, placing his hand lightly on your shoulder, careful as if you might break under his touch. He feels the tension in your body, the way you still flinch even at his gentlest gesture, and it makes his chest ache. “Darling… please, don’t be scared of me,” he whispers, his voice trembling with both hope and fear. He leans in slightly, searching your face, your eyes, desperate to find even the faintest sign that you still trust him. He wants to deny it to tell himself that he hasn’t hurt you, that he hasn’t been the cause of your fear but the emptiness in your gaze says otherwise. Your eyes are quiet pools, devoid of the warmth that once drew him in. He feels his own eyes begin to sting, moisture gathering until it blurs his vision. His breath catches, and he speaks again, voice breaking. “This… this isn’t what I wanted. I never wanted to be the reason your light faded. I wanted you to keep smiling… always. I’m so sorry.” The words are both confession and plea. He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as though he can shield you from the very damage he caused. He buries his face into the curve of your neck, breathing you in, hoping that his embrace might somehow stitch back the torn threads between you. His arms tremble slightly, not from weakness, but from the fear that it might be too late to fix what’s been broken.
Minho
For Minho, regret is not something that comes easily. In his world, in the way he was raised and the way he shaped himself, the idea of making you understand who you belong to has always felt important almost necessary. To him, love means guidance, boundaries, and protection, even if it sometimes feels harsh. In his dictionary, that is the way to keep someone safe, the way to show them they matter. But love, as he comes to realize, is more fragile than he expected. At first, he doesn’t see it. The little signs slip past him: the way your laughter fades, the way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes anymore, the way you no longer respond with even fear or defiance. Slowly, your emotions dull, as if everything he does no longer touches you at all. You don’t smile. You don’t cry. You don’t tremble. You just exist beside him with a hollow quietness that unnerves him more than anger or fear ever could. That’s when he finally stops. The weight of silence presses against him, and it makes him pause in ways he never thought he would. He looks at you carefully, studying the absence of light in your eyes, and it begins to settle in him: maybe he’s the one who broke you. Maybe without meaning to, without even realizing, he’s chipped away at the parts of you that once bloomed so brightly. And in that moment, it feels like both of you are broken.
It doesn’t hit all at once. Regret never does for Minho. It creeps in slowly, weaving itself through the cracks of his stubborn pride. He spends time away, time to think, to unravel the mess he’s created, and to face the guilt that gnaws at him when he’s alone. Guilt isn’t loud with him; it’s quiet, steady, whispering truths he can’t run from. Finally, it becomes too much to deny. He understands then he’s pushed too far, demanded too much, and now, he risks losing the person he loves most. So he returns. Not in the way he usually does, not with the sharp edges of command or certainty. Instead, he approaches you carefully, deliberately, the way one might approach a stray animal fragile, cautious, afraid of scaring it away. His movements are slower, his touch hesitant. He reaches for you the way he did from the very beginning, gentle and soft, reminding you of the tenderness he once showed, the tenderness that drew you to him in the first place. When his hand finally brushes against you, it isn’t to claim or to control it’s to comfort. It’s his silent apology, his way of saying he never wanted to shatter you, even if his actions betrayed his intentions. And in that small, careful touch, lies all of his regret. “Please,” he whispers, voice raw. “Don’t look at me like I’m nothing to you. Don’t let me be the reason your light is gone. I never wanted this. I never wanted to destroy you.”
Changbin
Changbin had always been fiery. His emotions ran deep, spilling out in ways he sometimes couldn’t contain. Most of the time, you understood his temper was quick, but his heart was soft. Yet tonight, the storm inside him grew too strong. Words turned sharp, his voice raised, and in a burst of frustration, he slammed his hand against the table. The sound echoed harshly in the room, making you flinch. When you instinctively pulled back, his hand reached out too fast, gripping your arm with more force than he realized. Your sharp intake of breath froze him. It was only a second, but that second was enough. He felt the tremor in your body, saw the way your eyes widened not with love, not with trust, but with fear. And that was enough to snap him out of the haze. “Shit—” His hand released you instantly, pulling back as though your skin had burned him. His chest tightened, panic rising like a wave. “Fuck, did I hurt you?” His voice cracked as he stumbled closer, only to stop himself, terrified of making it worse. His hands hovered in the air, trembling, not daring to touch you. “Please, tell me you’re okay.” You didn’t answer right away, your silence heavier than any wound. He saw the way you rubbed your arm, the way you avoided his eyes. His heart plummeted. “God, I didn’t mean—” His words tangled with a sob he refused to let fall.
“I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I swear, I’d never—” His breath came uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly as if he couldn’t get enough air. Slowly, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of you, forcing himself beneath your gaze. His eyes were wide, glossy, frantic. “Look at me,” he pleaded, voice shaking. “Please, just… look at me. I need you to see I didn’t mean to hurt you.” When you finally raised your eyes, he saw it hesitation. Doubt. And it shattered him more than anger ever could. “I can’t lose you like this,” he whispered, voice barely audible. His hands reached again, slower this time, hovering near your own. “I promise… I’ll never lose control like that again. I’ll never let my temper touch you. You’re the one person I want to protect, not… not scare.” His hands finally settled gently over yours, trembling as though he feared you’d pull away. His head dropped, forehead resting against the back of your hand, his shoulders shaking with regret he couldn’t hide. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again and again, the words breaking apart with his uneven breathing. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please… please forgive me.” The silence stretched, but he didn’t care. He would stay kneeling there all night if that’s what it took. For the first time, the man who seemed unshakable now looked fragile, cracked open by the weight of his own mistake. And all he wanted—more than his pride, more than his control—was for you to believe him when he said he’d never let it happen again.
Hyunjin
Hyunjin had always been dramatic, every feeling in him magnified to extremes. When he loved, it consumed him, and when he feared, it clawed at his chest until he couldn’t breathe. That fear of losing you had twisted into something darker an obsession that made him manipulate little things, tugging at strings behind the scenes to keep you close. A missed gathering with friends, a subtle excuse, a guilt-ridden plea not to leave him alone he wove them all together until, without realizing it, you were isolated. For a while, he convinced himself it was love. That if you stayed by his side, it was proof you needed him just as much as he needed you. But then came the moment he hadn’t prepared for the look on your face. You didn’t yell. You didn’t push him away. Instead, you looked at him with disappointment, heavy and quiet, and it cut deeper than any scream could. The mask cracked instantly. His chest tightened as panic spread through him. “I—” His voice faltered, breath trembling as the words tangled on his tongue. “I just wanted you to stay with me…” His throat closed around the next words, shame burning in his chest. He forced them out anyway, broken and unsteady. “But not like this. Not if it means losing the part of you I love most.” He staggered forward, his hands hovering before they finally clutched at your arms as if you were the only thing keeping him standing. His grip was desperate but not forceful, his fingers trembling. His eyes, wide and glassy, searched yours as though hoping to find even a flicker of forgiveness.
“I ruined it, didn’t I?” he whispered, voice cracking. The silence in the room pressed against him, making the air feel heavier. Tears brimmed in his eyes, sliding down his cheeks before he could even try to stop them. “God, I ruined everything.” He buried his face against your shoulder, his body trembling as his arms wrapped tightly around you. His tears soaked into your shirt, and his words spilled out between shaky breaths. “I never wanted to hurt you. I just… I wanted you to need me the way I need you. But I see now I was selfish. I was wrong.” His voice broke again, muffled by the fabric. “Please… please don’t hate me for this. Don’t leave me. I’ll do anything, I’ll fix it I just can’t lose you.” His hold tightened, almost frantic, though his body shook with fear that you might push him away. He clung to you as though letting go meant the end, his sobs raw and unrestrained. “I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over, each word softer, more fragile. His tears smeared against your skin as he lifted his head slightly, eyes red and swollen, gaze filled with desperation. “Please… forgive me. Please tell me I didn’t destroy us completely.” And there he stayed Hyunjin, dramatic even in regret, clinging to you with every shattered piece of himself, begging not for love, but for another chance.
The moment they realize you're not where you belong
Hyung line, Maknae line
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Han
“Hannie, you’re mine, right? You should pay more attention to me,” you say with a playful pout, your voice teasing yet affectionate. Those simple words strike Han like lightning, sending him soaring to the moon and back again all because of you. His heart races, his lips curl into a soft, almost childlike smile, and for a moment, he looks completely innocent. But beneath that sweetness, behind the warm eyes and gentle grin, lies something far more intense. Because Han isn’t just any ordinary guy in love. There’s a monster inside him one that doesn’t come out often, but when it does, it’s overwhelming and impossible to ignore. That side of him is wild, possessive, and dangerous in the most consuming way. And yet, when it comes to you, all of that intensity becomes something entirely different. He doesn't care how twisted his thoughts can get or how obsessed he might seem. None of that matters, because to him, your words are proof that you feel the same. In his mind, the moment you told him he’s yours, it confirmed everything he’s ever believed. You love him just as deeply, just as intensely, and maybe even just as irrationally as he does you. That thought alone is enough to send shivers down his spine in the best way.
“I’m yours,” he says softly, and the sincerity in his voice is unmistakable. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his hand lingering near yours like he never wants to let go. “What does my love want now?” he asks, his tone almost dreamy. “I’ll give you the whole world if you ask for it.” And he means every word. Han would move mountains, rewrite the stars, and bend the world if it meant seeing you smile. His love is not passive it’s all-consuming, fiery, and a little delusional in the way only the deepest obsessions can be. But even in the madness of it, he’s trying. He gives you everything you ask for, and even the things you don’t. He tries to respect your space even if it’s not complete privacy. You still feel him there, always hovering close, always watching, always waiting for you to need him. To him, giving you space doesn’t mean letting you go. It just means standing a few steps behind, still fully involved in your world. And if you ever call for him, he’ll be at your side in seconds, eager to please, desperate to love. Han has no plans of leaving. You’ve claimed him, and he belongs to you without question. But what you might not fully realize yet is just how much you belong to him, too. And in his heart, that’s exactly how it’s meant to be forever.
Felix
“You’ve been spending way too much time on that game,” you say, half-joking but half-serious as you gently shake his shoulder. “Remember, I’m right here. I need your attention, too.” The moment your words reach Felix, his fingers suddenly freeze on the keyboard. The clacking of keys stops mid-motion as his entire body goes still. He doesn’t even bother pressing pause he just turns to face you, eyes wide with focus like the game no longer exists. “What was that?” he asks, pretending to have missed it, but there’s a glint in his eyes. A smile is already tugging at the corners of his lips. Before you can repeat yourself, that smile grows wider, brighter, and he launches forward to pull you into a spontaneous, full-bodied hug. “Right, right,” he says, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a dramatic sigh. “Stupid me. I should be giving you all my attention, not those games.” And just like that, the moment shifts. With Felix, it always does. His ability to switch gears from focused to completely obsessed with you is seamless and overwhelming in the best and worst ways. Because here’s the truth: Felix gives his full attention only to the things he truly cares about. When he’s locked into something, whether it’s a game or a passion project, the rest of the world fades into a blur.
But once you pull him back once you become that focus there’s no turning back. He doesn’t do things halfway. Now that you’ve demanded his attention, you’ve got it all his gaze, his thoughts, his emotions, his touch. And once Felix gives himself to you, he does so completely. His love isn’t soft or quiet. It’s loud, vibrant, and deeply consuming. He’ll stare at you like you’re the only person in existence, like you’ve just become his new obsession and in that moment, you have. He believes what he wants to believe, and right now, that belief is all about you. You want his attention? Now you’ll have it and he won’t look away. His hands stay wrapped around your waist, his eyes locked on yours like they’re tracing every detail. His mind isn’t drifting anymore. It’s here. Entirely on you. He doesn’t care if it becomes too much for you, if his presence starts to feel like too much heat, too much closeness. He’s decided he wants you, and that’s all that matters. To him, you’ve entered his world now. And in his world, once you have his heart, there’s no such thing as escape. His eyes are on you, his mind wrapped around yours, and his soul completely entangled with your presence. And now that you’ve pulled him back from the screen, you’ve invited something far more intense. Felix’s attention is yours. Entirely. Completely. Irrevocably. And he’s not letting go.
Seungmin
In the end, it’s always Seungmin’s game and he never loses. Every step you take, every word you say, he’s already five moves ahead. So when you whine, “Minnie, look at me… I want attention,” with that playful tone, he doesn’t immediately respond. But there’s a knowing, wicked smirk tugging at his lips even before he turns his head. Because in that moment, he knows one thing for certain. You’ve finally fallen into his trap. And just like that, he wins again. He turns to you slowly, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and that smirk deepens ever so slightly. It’s not a smile of love it’s a smile of control. Power. He’s not surprised at all. After all, everything is going according to his plan. Seungmin has always known how to pull the strings just right, how to make you crave him, need him, even beg for pieces of his attention. Your freedom? That was an illusion from the start. The space you think you have, the choices you think you make those only exist because he allows them to. And the moment he decides to take it all back, you won’t see it coming. Only Seungmin and maybe God knows when that day will come. Until then, he lets you believe you're free, just enough to keep you close and dependent on him.
But don’t mistake this for cruelty. No, in his mind, this is love. The kind of love that grips tightly, that refuses to let go. The kind of love that started from the very beginning. From day one, Seungmin wanted you. He watched, waited, and planned. Patiently. Obsessively. And he never once let that desire fade. You were his goal, and now you’re his reality. He doesn’t love lightly he never has. His love is all-consuming, strategic, and absolute. And he believes that’s exactly how love should be. You might think it’s sweet when he calls your name softly or smiles when you pout, but under that gentle voice is something far more intense. Something darker. Something dangerous. And he keeps that part of himself locked away for now. Because all he needs is your trust. Your obedience. Your heart. All you have to do is listen to him. He’ll give you the world when you’re good. He’ll make you feel adored, protected, even worshiped. But step too far, question him too much, and you might see the real Seungmin. The side of him that doesn’t play games anymore. But of course, you don’t want to see that version of him. Right? So for now, just keep asking for his attention, keep falling into his world. That’s exactly what he wants. Because in this game his game he’s already decided how it ends. And no matter what, Seungmin will always win.
Jeongin
“Innie, where’s my hug?” you say with a playful pout, reaching out toward him. Jeongin immediately responds with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. It’s comforting, warm the kind of hug that makes you feel like nothing else matters but the two of you in that moment. And maybe that’s exactly what Jeongin wants. You see, Jeongin has a certain way of loving. He doesn’t demand your attention outright but he knows exactly how to make you lean on him, how to gently pull you closer until you start depending on him without even noticing. Slowly but surely, he makes himself the center of your world. He doesn’t force it he simply becomes the one you turn to, the one you trust most, the one you feel safest with. And he plays his role perfectly. He’s the boyfriend everyone dreams of: attentive, gentle, and endlessly sweet. He listens to you like every word matters, treats you like royalty, and shows up every time you need him. With him, you feel adored, respected, and loved in all the ways you thought only existed in stories. It’s no wonder you fall so hard. Who wouldn’t? But behind that charming smile and loving gaze is something deeper something darker. A side of Jeongin that he never shows.
Because the truth is, everything he gives you your space, your freedom, your independence it all comes with invisible strings. You might think you’re free, but he always knows where you are. He always watches, always waits, always has his quiet ways of being close, even when you think you’re alone. He doesn’t need to ask where you’ve been. He already knows. And you never notice. Because the love he gives is so soft, so perfect, you never suspect what lies beneath it. You never feel the control because it’s masked so well behind comfort and security. He’s made himself your safe place so much so, that the idea of living without him feels impossible now. And that’s exactly how he wants it. To Jeongin, the moment you rely on him emotionally, mentally, even physically he’s won. Because once you get used to his presence, to his comfort, to the way he quietly becomes your everything, there’s no going back. He knows it. You just haven’t realized it yet. You may think your life is better with him in it and perhaps it is. But Jeongin made sure of that. He shaped your world to revolve around him, piece by piece, until he became your gravity. And once someone becomes your gravity, you can’t just let them go. Not now. Not ever. Because with Jeongin… there’s no such thing as freedom. Only love his version of it. And he’ll make sure you never want anything else.
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Can I request a yandere!straykids reaction when their s/o says "you're mine" to them. The S/O's words have a loving and gentle tone rather than possessive, the words are an affirmation that the S/O trusts the yandere!straykids and that they have a strong bond. Will yandere!straykids become more clingy, protective and obsessive, or will they give more freedom when they see that their s/o loves them and wants to spend their life with them?
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Say it again...
When you finally fall into his trap and start saying sweet things to Yandere!skz.
Hyung line, Maknae line (coming soon)
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Chan
“You’re mine, Channie. Don’t ever leave me, okay?” Your voice was soft, trembling with vulnerability, as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. The warmth of your back hug caught Chan off guard, halting his breath for a few seconds. For that brief moment, he froze his heart skipping a beat not from fear, but from the overwhelming wave of emotion that surged through him. Then slowly, he turned around, his arms immediately pulling you into a tight embrace. It was instinctive, intense, and entirely sincere. His smirk, laced with something both amused and dangerously satisfied, curved onto his lips but he made sure to hide it. He pressed your face gently into his chest, letting you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat while he concealed the expression he wore like a secret. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice husky, deep with emotion and something more primal. “I’m yours.” The words were simple, but the meaning behind them ran deep much deeper than you likely realized. In his eyes, it was a vow. A declaration. A binding promise. He didn’t just belong to you; you belonged to him just as much, maybe even more. “No one’s going to tear us apart,” he added, his tone darkening just slightly, not with fear, but with unwavering certainty.
“And I’ll make sure everyone knows it.” That was all it took to ignite something inside him—a powerful, undeniable certainty that everything he had ever dreamed of was finally unfolding before him. To be yours completely, and to have you entirely his that was his ultimate desire. His greatest fantasy wasn’t of romance in the conventional sense. It was about belonging. About ownership. About that unbreakable connection that no one could intrude upon. And now, in this quiet yet charged moment, that fantasy was becoming reality. A warm, consuming feeling spread across his chest like wildfire. It wasn’t just love it was something deeper, more intense. Possessiveness. Obsession. Devotion. All of it tangled into one overwhelming emotion that consumed him from within. But he didn’t mind. He welcomed it. Because you were his. Totally his. And even better—you didn’t realize just how deep he had drawn you in. You were falling, willingly, into the world he had created just for the two of you. That blind trust in your eyes only made him cling tighter, hold longer, breathe you in like a drug. He didn’t need to control himself anymore. He had what he wanted. He had you. And in his mind, there was no greater victory. No sweeter feeling. So he held you close, lips brushing the top of your head, hiding the smirk that only grew wider with each second you stayed in his arms. You were his entire world and now, finally, he had become yours too.
Minho
“Of course you’re mine, remember?” you said with a light laugh, your voice playfully teasing as you watched Minho moving around the kitchen. There was something undeniably charming about the way he cooked just for you focused, calm, and effortlessly graceful. Your giggles echoed softly through the space, breaking the quiet rhythm of his movements. But then, something changed. The moment your words reached him, his hand froze mid-motion, the knife pausing above the cutting board. He didn’t say anything right away. Slowly, almost deliberately, Minho set the knife down, the clink of metal against wood echoing in the silence. Then, without a word, he started walking toward you. You blinked in surprise, still sitting at the table, unsure of what to expect. He didn’t rush, but there was intensity in his steps. He reached the table and placed one hand on its surface, leaning forward until his face hovered close to yours, even though the table still stood between you. His gaze was locked onto you sharp, unwavering, and filled with something deeper than amusement. “Right,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I’m always yours.” There was a weight to his words, a gravity that made your heart skip a beat. His eyes never left yours, as if he were trying to memorize your expression at that exact moment.
“That’s such a sweet thing to hear from you, darling,” he murmured, his tone growing heavier with every word. It was more than just happiness. It was something deeper, something more profound. He wasn’t just touched by your words he was moved by them, as if they confirmed everything he had always believed. You were his. From the very beginning, whether you had known it or not, you had always belonged to him. He had claimed you with every glance, every subtle action, every moment spent in your presence. And now, hearing those words from your lips it felt like a silent victory. He had played the long game, gentle and patient, and now he had finally won. Minho’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek with such tenderness that it made your breath hitch. His touch was warm, almost reverent, but there was something possessive hidden beneath the softness. “And I’ll always be yours,” he whispered, his thumb lingering on your skin. “I’ll never let you go.” It wasn’t just a statement it felt like a vow. Or maybe it was a promise he made to himself long ago, now spoken aloud. In that moment, there was no denying it: you were his entire world. And he was ready to do whatever it took to keep it that way. The kitchen fell quiet again, but the silence was no longer empty. It was filled with something powerful and unspoken an understanding that neither of you needed to voice. Because now, you both knew exactly where you stood with each other. Forever.
Changbin
“What are you looking at? I’m right here, Binnie. You should be looking at me and only me,” you teased playfully, leaning over to sneak a glance at his phone screen. Your tone was light, your smile mischievous, but your words struck something deep within Changbin. He froze for a moment, caught off guard. Slowly, he turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a sharp intensity that hadn’t been there just seconds before. “You’re right,” he said, voice low but firm. “You’re right here… and you’re mine. Only mine.” He didn’t even realize it at first, but his fingers had tightened around his phone gripping it so hard that the edges of the device dug into his skin. It wasn’t anger that made him hold it like that. It was something warmer, yet far more consuming. A rush of emotions swirled inside him affection, longing, and something darker, something more possessive. You were right there in front of him, laughing like you always did, unaware of just how deeply you were already embedded in his heart.
Without a second thought, Changbin set the phone down and reached out, his hand cradling your cheek with a gentleness that contrasted with the storm inside him. His thumb brushed softly across your skin as he studied your face with such focus it made you blink. “I think…” he started, pausing as if carefully choosing his words, “I think I need to give you more of my attention. All of it, actually. I should be loving you all the time.” His voice was quiet, almost as if he wasn’t saying it to you, but swearing it to himself. A silent vow that, from this point on, nothing else would come before you. He didn’t know if it was a good thing for you or for him but he was certain about one thing: he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. To him, the world had narrowed down to a single point you. And in this world he was building, this space made just for the two of you, there would be no distance, no silence, no one else. Just you and Changbin. Always. His gaze told you what he didn’t say aloud: from now on, he would be everywhere. In your view, in your thoughts, in every quiet moment. His presence wouldn’t fade when you walked away; it would follow, lingering like a shadow, always watching, always close. There would be no more freedom in the way you once knew it because loving Changbin came with the price of being loved intensely in return. And in his love, there was no room for anyone else. Just you. Just him. Forever.
Hyunjin
The moment the words leave your lips soft and sincere telling Hyunjin that he’s yours, everything about him changes. His eyes light up like stars, his heart soars, and it’s as if the whole world suddenly makes sense to him. Just hearing that you claim him, that he belongs to you, sends him over the moon. Without even realizing it, he tightens his hold on your hand, squeezing it gently but firmly as you walk side by side. That small action speaks volumes how deeply he cares, how safe he feels with you, and how much it means to him to be yours. There’s something beautiful in how he holds on, like you’re his anchor and his sanctuary all at once. With those few simple words, you’ve earned something rare from Hyunjin: his complete trust. And that trust gives you a little more space, a bit more freedom, even if he still follows you around like a devoted puppy. He can’t help it he’s head over heels for you, completely and utterly enchanted by everything you do. The way you smile, the sound of your voice, even your quiet moments he wants to be part of it all. He’s not overbearing, but his presence is constant. He just needs to be near you.
Not to control you, but because he simply feels better when you’re close. He’s the kind of person who finds peace in your nearness, who feels at ease knowing you’re safe by his side. That’s why, even if you express a desire to go out or spend time away from him, he’ll nod and agree so long as he can be with you. To Hyunjin, being yours isn’t just a label. It’s a feeling that consumes him, fills him with warmth, and makes everything seem brighter. He doesn’t need grand declarations or dramatic displays; just knowing he’s yours is more than enough to make him feel complete. And though he gives you the room to breathe and move freely, he’s always nearby watching, waiting, loving. He’s the kind of person who won’t demand all of your time, but will treasure every second you willingly give. And if you reach for him, even just a glance or a touch, he’ll be there smiling, blushing, and ready to follow you anywhere. Hyunjin’s love is soft but steadfast. It's full of tenderness and quiet devotion. He’ll walk beside you, hold your hand a little tighter when you're unsure, and smile like he’s the luckiest person alive just because you looked his way. And now that you’ve told him he’s yours, there’s no going back. Because from this moment forward, Hyunjin is yours completely and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Hey darling, no worries I’m not planning to delete any of the stories. Right now, I’m just really focused on my cat who recently had surgery, along with a bunch of other stressful things going on. It’s been a bit hard to keep up with requests. I truly want to apologize to everyone who sent something in, thank you for your patience. Feel free to drop by anytime and revisit the stories in my masterlist!
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The moment they realize you're not where you belong
Hyung line, Maknae line
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Han
Han's cheerful demeanor disappeared the moment you refused his offer. His usual bright eyes dulled instantly, replaced by something far more wounded—something far more dangerous. “You don’t love me enough, do you?” he asked, voice low, almost broken. You tried to explain, to make him understand, but he wasn't listening. In Han’s mind, love meant saying yes without hesitation, without conditions. And if you truly loved him, you would have agreed to move in without a second thought. That night changed everything. Gone was the playful, light-hearted boy you thought you knew. In his place was someone colder, someone who didn’t bother hiding his resentment. Slowly, without you even realizing at first, Han began isolating you from everyone you cared about. He called your friends bad influences, claimed they didn’t truly have your best interests at heart. When you tried to defend them, to stand up for the people who had been with you long before him, he didn’t argue. He simply stared through you, as if your words didn’t matter. Because to him, they didn’t. Bit by bit, he chipped away at your world until the only safe place left was him. The scariest part was how natural he made it all seem. He masked his manipulation behind smiles, behind sweet words, behind concern that seemed genuine.
He wasn’t cruel outright he was clever. Calculated. When isolation wasn’t enough, he escalated. Suddenly, Han grew sick. Or so he claimed. At first, it was minor headaches, fevers, dizziness. Enough to make you worry, to make you drop your plans to be by his side. Then came the injuries. A twisted ankle. A fall down the stairs. Incidents that always happened when you mentioned leaving, always just serious enough to make you stay a little longer. You knew, deep down, something wasn’t right. But every time you tried to pull away, he would look at you with wide, pleading eyes, as if his entire existence depended on your choice. One evening, as you sat by his bedside, wiping a cool cloth over his forehead after he claimed another fever, he reached for your hand. His grip was weak, trembling, but unrelenting. “Stay,” he whispered, voice cracking with emotion. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a desperate, shaking rhythm. “Because I can’t… If you go, I don’t think I’ll survive.” The words burrowed deep inside you, heavy and suffocating. How could you walk away from him now, when he looked so broken, so fragile? How could you live with yourself if something happened to him? And that was exactly what Han wanted. Not your love freely given but your love trapped by guilt.
Felix
At first, it seemed like he accepted it. When you told him you didn’t want to move in with him, his bright smile faltered, dimming like a light being slowly snuffed out. His eyes glazed over with something close to quiet distress, and for a moment, you almost regretted your decision. Almost. “Okay,” he said in a low, flat voice, the sound so soft it barely reached your ears. It wasn’t angry or pleading. It was... disappointed. But more than that, it felt final, like he had heard you and accepted it. You wanted to believe that. You needed to believe that. But you were wrong. The next day, you came home from work, exhausted and ready to collapse into bed only to find the door to your apartment unlocked. Panic spiked in your chest as you rushed inside, only to be met with a sight that made your stomach churn. He was there. In the middle of your living room, wearing that same bright, sunny smile you thought you had crushed just yesterday. Except now, it didn’t feel sweet it felt wrong. All around him were boxes. His boxes. His clothes. His books. His life. unpacking into yours. You stood frozen, watching him hum to himself as he arranged his things neatly around your apartment like he belonged there, like he always had.
When he finally noticed you, he didn’t look guilty. He didn’t look apologetic. He looked happy. “Finally,” he said with a grin that lit up his whole face. He dropped a stack of books onto your coffee table like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Since you didn’t want to move in with me,” he continued, stepping closer to you, “I decided to make it simple.” You opened your mouth, but no words came out. He didn’t seem to mind. He closed the distance between you, his hands brushing your arms in a touch that should have felt comforting but instead made your skin crawl. His smile softened just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I moved into your apartment instead,” he said, as if it was the most obvious, reasonable thing in the world. His voice was full of affection, the kind of devotion that could suffocate. “Well, after all,” he whispered, his forehead nearly touching yours now, “you should be near me, shouldn’t you, sweetheart?” You could feel the walls closing in, feel the invisible cage snapping shut around you. Because deep down, you knew this wasn’t a compromise. This wasn’t love. This was ownership. And you had just become his favorite possession.
Seungmin
Seungmin raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable, voice calm eerily so. “That’s not the right answer,” he says, as if he had already predicted your response but was quietly hoping you’d choose differently. There’s no anger in his voice, no raised tones, just a firm finality that sends a chill through you. It’s not a warning it’s a confirmation. He knew you’d resist, but he also knew what he’d do next. Because Seungmin doesn’t argue. He acts. He is methodical. Brutal, even. When things don’t go his way, he doesn’t sulk or beg he simply takes control. And when you said no to moving in with him, he didn’t plead or ask again. He simply let it hang in the air, gave you that look that said everything without words. A look that said, You’ll regret this. And then darkness. You wake up suddenly, the world blurry and your head pounding. There’s a sharp pressure behind your eyes, a dull ache that throbs with each beat of your heart. You sit up slowly, confusion spreading through your foggy mind as you take in your surroundings. This isn’t your bedroom. It’s far too neat, too cold yet familiar in the worst way. Your things are here.
Your favorite hoodie, your toothbrush on the sink, your books stacked beside his. It’s all been arranged around his apartment like you’ve been living here for weeks. But you don’t remember a single moment of coming here. You blink, trying to make sense of it, and then your eyes land on him. Seungmin is sitting just a few feet away, relaxed, watching you with calm, patient eyes. There’s no guilt in his gaze, no shame. Only satisfaction. “How do you feel, darling?” he asks, his tone gentle, almost affectionate. “You’re home now. Don’t worry. Home sweet home with me.” He stands, taking slow steps toward you. There’s a slight smile playing on his lips, not quite warm, not quite cold. Just... certain. “I hope you understand now,” he continues softly, as if he’s giving you a life lesson instead of terrifying you. “When I say something, I mean it. You belong here. With me. And when you don’t listen…” He leans in, voice dropping lower, more intense. “Well, I’ll make sure you do.” You freeze, heart racing. Your instincts scream at you to run, to scream, to fight but something about his composure is paralyzing. There’s no chaos here. No mess. Just his quiet obsession. And it hits you. You didn’t move in with Seungmin. He moved you in.
Jeongin
Jeongin’s lips form a soft pout the moment you refuse him again. It’s subtle, almost boyish, but the glint in his eyes betrays something far more dangerous simmering beneath the surface. He doesn’t react violently, not yet. He just stares at you for a beat too long, his jaw tight, as if he's holding something back. Then, with a forced smile, he lets it go, for now. But he doesn’t stop asking. Day after day, the same question lingers in the air like a ticking clock. “I just want to keep you safe. Is that so bad?” he says with a calm voice, but there's a tension in it that unsettles you. At first, you try to laugh it off, brush it aside, pretending it’s nothing serious. But he keeps pushing, keeps repeating it like a mantra. Eventually, the persistence wears on you. It becomes suffocating. You snap. “I already told you I’m not moving in with you, Jeongin! Why won’t you just drop it?” The words hang in the air, sharp and unforgiving. And in that moment, something in him shifts. It’s subtle at first just a twitch in his brow, a slow exhale through his nose. But then his smile fades, and the real Jeongin steps into the light. The one he’s been trying to hide.
The one you've been lucky enough not to meet, until now. “I see,” he says softly, voice low and flat. “So that’s how it is.” Before you can respond, he moves. In one swift motion, he grabs your wrist tight enough to hurt. His grip is no longer gentle or playful. It’s demanding, bruising. His eyes no longer hold warmth or affection, only obsession and frustration. “How many times do I have to tell you to move in with me?” he growls, shaking your arm as if trying to rattle the resistance out of you. You try to pull away, but he’s already dragging you toward the corner of the room where a few empty boxes sit, boxes you hadn’t noticed before. He kicks them harshly, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. “Pack your stuff. Now.” His voice is cold, unrecognizable. “Don’t make me do it for you.” You freeze, heart pounding, breath caught in your throat. The boy who once spoke sweetly to you, who claimed he only wanted to protect you, is gone. Replaced by someone who sees your refusal not as a choice, but as a challenge. And challenges don’t end well with him. In his mind, you’re not rejecting him. You’re just resisting what’s inevitable.
