Maknae Reaction To When They Find Out S/o Is Equally Obsessed With Them.

Maknae reaction to when they find out s/o is equally obsessed with them.

TW! Mentions of stalking, kidnapping, murder, implied smut

This is a work of fiction and in no way represents the actual people involved. 

Park Jimin 

It was love at first sight. 

Love was in the air and you were there. Just standing there so innocently, twirling your hair in one finger and biting the nail polish off the other. He remembered how a sense of euphoria just erupted as his big brown eyes traced off your delicate figure, how his heart was beating so hard with a sudden sense of longing. 

He knew then what he knew now, you were meant to be his. And even now, as he observed the pictures on the walls, the paintings, the articles of clothing and more spread through and about the attic walls, floor, and ceiling like an altar dedicated to him and him alone, he knew you were his. Apparently, though, he was just as much yours as well. 

Tracing a finger alongside the carefully placed photo of the two of you together hung on the wall, he felt that feeling again; longing. 

“When I told you I wasn’t scared of you, I meant it.” 

Your soft voice chimed in, sending a shiver to run up his spine. His puffy lips stuck out into a pout, large angelic eyes softening as he turned to face you, taking notice as you twirled your hair nervously in one finger and ever so lightly biting your nails on the other. Wrinkles of worry adorned the face he spent nights picturing and fantasizing about. 

Making his way towards you, each step so soft you would not have noticed them if you weren’t looking at him, Jimin brought his hand to cup your face. 

The warmth that spread across your cold cheek made you lean into his touch as he held you like his most prized possession. 

“I’m all yours…”

Kim Taehyung

The throbbing at the back of his head just wouldn’t go away. Neither would the mental image of you knocking him out with a crowbar after he found your secret folder on your computer labeled “T”. If he knew you carried such a nasty hit he would have probably bothered being much more careful about snooping around then maybe he wouldn’t be chained up in your basement like some sort of animal.                          

However, he won’t lie about the thrill that shot its way through his spine as he found out about his situation. As he noticed that despite being chained to a wall, you still took it upon yourself to pamper him and bandage the wound left on his head, dressing him in fine silk so his skin wouldn’t bruise against the cold rusted metal of the chains. You hit him yet you still babied him. In a sense, it felt ironic. That it was him going through this instead of the other way around. 

His head snapped up and towards the door opening, revealing your figure standing in the middle of the entrance, tray of freshly cooked food on hand while  a warm smile spread across your lips at the sight of him patiently waiting for you like a good boy. 

“Morning, sleep head. Had a good rest?” 

“Hmm.. maybe if I wasn’t chained up I could say yes.” 

Cooing softly at his small pout, you made your way towards him placing the tray by his feet.  Kneeling down, you watched as he reached for the tray, observing its contents. 

He knew you were waiting for a reaction from him. A sign of him being displeased, ready for him to explode and demand for his freedom. No, instead he will eat the food you so kindly made for him and he will have a shit eating grin on his face as he enjoyed the love you poured into your cooking. 

“So, what now, Love?”

Jeon Jungkook

If he wasn’t in love before, he sure as hell was now. 

As he watched the blood drip from your hands, knife in hand as that bitch that dared come between you two laid motionless on the ground. You are standing above her, yet, you never once looked at her. How could you? After all, you were too caught up looking at him as he just stared into your eyes with such love and adoration. As if his whole world was displayed before him. 

And it was, for you were his whole word and more. 

“Jungkook…?” 

With a lick of his lips, he approached you, not caring if he was stepping on the blood of some girl he never bothered learning the name of, not caring if you were covered in her blood. He just wanted to feel you, have you against him, to be one with you. 

His sudden advance made you drop the knife as you felt his lips crash into yours, nipping and biting your lips as his teeth clashed against yours. Hungerly devouring your whimpers, his hands gripping your hips, pressing himself flush against you. 

This reaction was not one you anticipated, you expected him to be scared. To scream! In fact, you were ready to give him a speech to redeem the situation but this… well you can’t complain about this now can you? 

Not when his hand has you firmly in place as his hips grind and press against your own, lips bruising and claiming your lips like you were his last meal on earth. 

If anything this outcome was better. 

For the both of you.

Hyung Ver.

Updated: 11/10/22

Forever Young

Member: Jimin

Type: Drabble

Warning: This is a Yandere story! It in no way reflects the real Park Jimin, nor how I think of him. This is purely for entertainment purposes. This includes themes of aging and murder.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

He’s so obsessed with your youthful beauty and innocence for the moment he lays eyes on you.

Meaning he dreads you aging.

You don’t worry at first but slowly notice your husband getting more distant in stark contrast to his loving-obsessive-behavior from the beginning. Sometimes even catching disgusted looks toward you. You try everything an aging woman in a harsh judging society would (creams, botox, etc) but soon Jimin has had enough of you ruining HIS face, HIS body.

Little did you know he’s had this plan for years. He couldn’t stand to see his precious angel turn old. So one day, he enacted his plan. He laid out your prettiest dress that he bought you when you were in, what he calls, your prime. You had your hair and makeup like you always did. You looked almost like how you used to. But when you smiled too hard he could see the lines and leathery skin paint his favorite face. So he continued on. He treated you like a princess almost exactly reliving your engagement day.

Only this time it didn’t end with a ring. It ended with poison in your cup and you choking and gasping for air as he sits calmly beside you sipping his untampered drink.

He preserves you-as best he can, keeping the same dress and not touching your hair and makeup much besides cleaning the after-effects of what he had done.

He’s insured age wouldn’t ruin you. No wrinkles or dementia. You’d be perfect forever.

You were only 38.

Lust [Yandere Park Jimin]

T.W-Yandere, Horror[?]

No One's POV

''Love, Please don't hide from me'' he hummed ''I forgive every lies you've ever told me'' he added his footstep getting closer every second, tears filled your eyes 'pls help me pls' you prayed to god ''Darling, I'm getting impatient, don't make me wait'' His voice clearly displaying anger you gulped in fear as he got closer to the pillar you were behind

''Hmm...you're pretty brave you know, running away from the house entering this abandon asylum without a single hesitation'' you didn't care if there is serial killer here no...your mind was only focusing on escaping him even serial killer is better than him oh...you forgot he is the serial killer that you helped 7 months ago thinking he was a homeless guy giving him food and water, clothes. but turned out to be the killer that was police searching for months.

''You showed me love when other ignored me, you showed me that humanity still exists, how can I ever let you go'' you regret it so much suddenly a hand grabbed your collar and pulled you out of your hiding place ''Tch....I warned you didn't I?'' his voice was cold as look down at you trembling on the ground panicking ''Better prepare yourself darling, cause the punishment isn't going to be easy'' he smirked his eyes drowning in lust..... maybe you should've trusted your guts

dollhouse

summary: seokjin is ready for you to be a part of his perfect family.

pairing: yandere!seokjin x gender neutral!reader

both characters are adults, minors dni.

warnings: yandere themes, dollification, mild n*fw, suggestive, emotional manipulation, cannibalism, bondage, use of chloroform, captivity.

word count: 1.5k

your first relationship was a disaster. you were only eight and like the innocent fool that you were, you accepted the first love declaration received in the form of a shared popsicle. his name was jaemyung and you were smitten. convinced that you’ve found your prince charming, you shamelessly bragged to everyone in your class. unsurprisingly, that fairy tale did not last long. by recess, you found him building sandcastles with seo eunjae and returned home sobbing to your mother for your broken heart.

as you grew older, your subsequent relationships did not get better. from misogynistic incels to egotistic cheaters, it is safe to say that you did not have the best luck when it comes to relationships.

so, when seokjin came along as, and with the perfect package, you were a little taken aback.

seokjin is devoted, to say the least.

he makes time for you despite his busy schedule, shows you off to his friends, showers you with physical affection, and communication has never been an issue for the both of you. he ticks all of the five love language boxes, which makes him the perfect boyfriend.

barely a month into your relationship, he surprises you with a huge bouquet of roses and takes you to a ridiculously expensive restaurant. you don’t deserve it, really. it’s all too much, and so you bring it up to your friends. they tell you that you’re being silly. they remind you about all of your past relationships and assure you that you just aren’t used to this level of passion and commitment.

after all, seokjin is the one for you.

right?

ever since then, that thought refuses to leave your mind. it plagues you at night, leaving you absolutely restless as you toss and turn for hours at a time. it nags away in the back of your mind even when he’s holding your hand, kissing you slowly, or pounding into your sopping hole.

and when you’re panting quietly in the dark, skin sticky with sweat and cum dripping down your inner thighs, he’s rubbing tender circles into your skin with his thumb.

then, he turns to look at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world and says, “i want you to meet my family.”

you can’t say you’re surprised.

seconds pass and the uncomfortable silence drags on, as he waits for your answer. suddenly— just for a moment— his expression twists and his smile twitches in a manner that makes a deep nausea emanate from your gut.

“yes.”

the disturbing aura disappears and his smile brightens. “yes?”

“yes,” you repeat, more to yourself than to him. his sudden change in demeanor causes apprehension to crawl under your skin, but you smile and nod like the good lover that he wants you to be. “i would love to meet your family.”

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how did it get this way? when did it get this way?

maybe it started the day you set your eyes on him. he had just transferred and upon hearing the teacher call out for him, he entered the classroom and stood tall, not slouched over like most students. with broad shoulders and a charming smile, he greeted the class before letting his eyes flicker to the one sitting quietly at the back of the classroom. you remember your cheeks heating up upon meeting his gaze, as he introduces himself, never once taking his eyes off you.

or when you went on your first date with him. you had just broken up with your boyfriend, and your friend had invited you out to the movies. you weren’t sure why she had specifically asked you to dress up, until you spotted the familiar head of dark brown hair waiting outside and realized what you had gotten yourself into. he was so patient, never once rushing you into being intimate, as your friend made out with her date in the darkness of the cinema. you prayed that he couldn’t hear your heartbeat quickening when your fingers brushed against his as you reached for the popcorn at the same time. fortunately for you, he was too distracted with the way blood was rushing to his cock over that mild interaction and the seductive perfume that lingered in your aura.

perhaps it started when your relationship finally became official. he had taken you out on a date to the sea aquarium. as you watched the beautiful moon jellies glide elegantly, he was entranced by the way the blue hues of the water reflected across your face and carefully slipped his hand into yours. at the end of the date, he took you home and walked you to your door, before kissing you goodnight. and as you stood under the porch light together, he looked at you with loving eyes and asked you to be his.

unbeknown to you, the truth lies at a train station. it was raining that day and the train was late, resulting in a frustrated seokjin as he went on with his mundane everyday routine. you appeared at exactly 8:36AM, drenched all the way through your uniform. letting out an exasperated sigh, you plopped down on the space next to him, as water squished in your shoes with every step.

then, you ran your fingers through your disheveled hair in a lame attempt to fix it. it was soaked, your bangs dripping into your eyes behind the glasses with streaked lenses. you poor thing, looking like a dirty kitten in the streets. seokjin couldn’t help but feel sorry for you, as he reached into his pocket and handed you a handkerchief.

you looked up at him with what could only be described as surprise and confusion, before accepting the piece of fabric just as the train approached the station. the doors slid open and seokjin got up.

suddenly, he felt a small tug on the hem of his sleeve. your lenses were dried and a bright smile pulled at your lips. he sent you a questioning look, as you reached for his hand and placed a little butterscotch candy on his palm.

“now we’re even,” you chirped.

it was such a simple gesture, but that was the day seokjin decided with every breath, he would make you infinitely his, at the same time that he became infinitely yours. you had robbed him of his breath, and ignited every nerve ending like so many springs, alive.

it was also the same day he appealed for his transfer.

fate is indeed a cruel mistress. maybe if you had missed that train or simply minded your own business that day, you wouldn’t find yourself being greeted at your boyfriend’s home with a cloth soaked in chloroform pressed up against your face. and you certainly would not regain consciousness, only to realize that you’re dressed like a victorian doll and tied to a chair in an unfamiliar room.

your lover sits at the opposite end of the dining table, rejoicing when you awaken. “darling! we’ve been waiting for you,” he says.

that’s when it finally registers. Each seat at the table was occupied by someone. as your eyes flicker from one person to another, you start to notice their lifeless eyes becoming more and more surreal, as their porcelain skin begin to look patchy and decayed.

your hands shake, barely able to contain the urge to scream, as you swallow the bile in your throat. panic sets in and you start to trash around, ignoring the way the ropes dig blistering troughs into your skin.

upon seeing your frantic behavior, seokjin gets up from his seat and approaches you. “there’s no need to be nervous, silly,” he coos, resting his hands on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you.

“jin,” you start, having more to say, but your body doesn’t let you. fear cripples you and the muscles of your heart tightens. unable to conjure up any other intelligible word, you repeat his name over and over again as if he would understand your plea and set you free.

silly, indeed.

“i’m right here, y/n.” he tightens his grip on you, leaning down to press his lips to your temple. “everyone is just so delighted to finally meet you. mother and i even made a special feast.”

you lift your eyes to stare at the only woman sitting at the table. she had dark hair like seokjin, deathly pale skin, lips painted a vibrant shade of red, and listless brown eyes that bore into the dish set in front of her.

following your line of vision, his smile widens and the plate is being brought to you. like a spoiled princess sitting at her throne, he cuts the meat into thin strips and raises one to your lips to which you force yourself to accept. your heart cracks with each bite you take.

you look so fragile and delicate, chewing on the remains of his mother’s heart. it’s perfect, he thinks, there is nothing you can hide away from his piercing gaze. seokjin just prays that he wouldn’t have to stuff you with cotton too.

©𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 — 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙

MEMORIES OF 2020

icarus broke the sun

summary: perfect student council president, jimin, would never hurt you. not with his own hands anyway.

pairing: yandere!jimin x afab!reader

both characters are adults, minors dni.

warning: yandere themes, noncon, explicit n*fw, emotional manipulation, bullying, obsessive behaviour, rich jimin.

word count: 1.5k

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