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The True Beast

Pairing: Gaston!Hyunjin x Belle!Reader

Genre: yandere au + beauty and the beast au

Summary: What if Gaston managed to intervene before Belle went off in search for her father?

Warnings: yandere content, dark/possessive/toxic/ abusive themes ahead, please read at your own risk

You sighed, snapping your book closed in order to glare up at the annoying man dressed in red.

“Hyunjin, enough of this. I already said I wouldn’t marry you.”

Your words came out harsher than you wanted, but you hoped that maybe this time he would actually listen to them. It was becoming exhausting to turn him down day after day. Dodging the constant flow of advances sent your way. You didn’t want him. You simply never would. He was everything you despised in a person. Cocky. Arrogant. A delusional sense of entitlement.

“I know you’re just playing hard to get, Y/n, but this game we are playing is starting to get tiresome.”

“Then take the hint,” you whispered, shaking your head before leaving him and his ego standing alone in the street.

* * *

You strolled up to your cottage near the outskirts of town, your shoes clicking against the cobblestone ground. Your eyes were fixated on the page in front of you, completely emerged in the story unfolding.

“How is it I’ve looked at you my whole, and yet it feels like I’m now finally getting to truly see you?”

The prince gripped onto her chin, tilting her head up to stare deeply into her eyes. Slowly leaning in, his eyes flickering down to her lips.

—

Without warning, your body collided with another, sending you stumbling backwards. Simultaneously letting out a surprised yelp, you snapped your eyes up from the page you were reading.

“Father?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, mon rayon de soleil, I didn’t see you coming,” your father replied, startled.

You watched as he fastened the the ropes of a carriage securely to the saddle of his horse, Philippe.

“You’re off already? I thought you weren’t leaving until tomorrow morning.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving so soon,” he solemnly explained, “But the journey is going to be longer than I originally anticipated.”

A small pout formed on your lips, “I understand, have a safe travel, okay?”

You leaned up onto your lip toes, pressing an endearing kiss onto your father’s cheek. Turning towards Philippe, you dragged your hand across his snout.

“And you, take care of my father for me.”

* * *

The cottage was eerily silent all night without your father present. You thought you’d be use to his escapades by now, but you never really could get comfortable with the thought of him travelling alone.

Sighing, you kicked yourself out of bed.

“I can’t sit around and worry all day,” you muttered to yourself, pulling your hair back and tying a ribbon around to keep it in place.

You grabbed a small wicker basket, preparing to head to the town’s bakery. Slipping on your shoes, you exited your home, skipping down the pathway to the gate.

Suddenly, the booming sound of hooves pounding against the ground caught your attention. Whipping your head in the direction of the noise, your mouth fell agape in a silent gasp.

“P-Philippe,” you questioned, running over to the frantic horse, “Where’s your carriage? Where’s my father?”

The horse kicked out it’s leg, shattering a wooden board of the fence in half.

“You wait right here!”

You turned around, running back into your home, trying to gather up all the supplies you need to search for your the last piece of family you had left.

The door to your cottage slowly created open, only to slam shut seconds later. Halting all your movements, you carefully crept out into the conman area.

“Hello,” you called out.

Your eyes scanned around the room until they landed on a familiar man wearing obnoxiously bright red. A grin spread across his lips the moment his eyes landed on your figure. A tiny bouquets of half-wilted daisies were gripped in his hand.

Oh no, not again, you internally groaned. He sauntered up to you, successfully cornering you in the back room of your home.

“These are for you,” he happily exclaimed, holding out the pathetic grouping of flowers.

You sighed, “You know I can’t accept those.”

“Look, Y/n, you haven’t given me an honest shot-”

“I have, Hyunjin, many many times. Like I’ve said before, I am not interested.”

His eyes began to grow dark at your words, causing an anxious pit to grow in your stomach. It was almost as if something had snapped inside him. The hopeful grin was wiped off his face in seconds, leaving behind a scowl. Avoiding his gaze, you look down to the wooden floorboards.

“N-Now, I really don’t have time for this,” you mumbled, deciding to attempt pushing past the persistent man, “Something terrible has happened to my father-”

A loud yelp escaped past your lips the second a painfully tight grip wrapped itself around your arm, jerking you back to your original spot.

“I didn’t say you could leave,” he growled, tightening his grip even more.

Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes, fear and pain coursing through your body.

“Hyunjin, let go. Please. You’re hurting me,” you pleaded while desperately trying to tug your arm from his grasp.

A low chuckle erupted from Hyunjin’s chest. He pulled you in closer, colliding his lips roughly onto yours. Your hand raised up, preparing yourself to slap him, but he easily caught your wrist.

“You don’t want me,” he murmured breathlessly after pulling away.

Even though his eyes were staring intensely into yours, he sounded like he was talking to himself.

“You’re mine, why can’t you understand that!” he suddenly bellowed, causing you to flinch away.

“I-I was never—” you tried to meekly reply, but your voice was cut off by a force throwing you backwards, making you to crash down to the ground below.

You felt Hyunjin’s boot overlap onto your hand, stepping down. A sickening crack echoed throughout room. You let out a shriek of pure agony, tears now streaming uncontrollably down your cheeks.

“You don’t need anyone else but me, darling. Not your pesky father. Not anyone else in this dreadful little town.”

Removing his boot from your hand, he crouched down beside you. His own hand reached out, wiping away some stray tears that slipped down your cheeks.

“I gave you many chances not to break my heart, ma belle, but you just never took them. Looks like it’s finally my turn to break you.”

• • •

I tried to add some French petnames to make it more connected to Beauty and the Beast, but why do I feel like I butchered it😭

Red Like You. Red For You. (teaser)

prompt: Taehyung loves to draw nose bleeds ;)

☞ Pairing: Yandere nerd! Taehyung X Cheerleader! OC (Valentine Red) 

☞ this is just a TEASER!

☞ TW: dark themes, mention of blood-like substance, yandere. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

☞ Blurb: Taehyung’s favorite colour is red. He loves red, red like the blood that drips from your bruised nose to the supple and soft flesh of your lips and lastly falling to your chin. He’ll caress your chin with a sneer. Amusement floats in his eyes as his grip on your chin tightens. He adores it when the blood leaking from your nose drips down to your lips, especially when he smears it all over your face. Your pretty face painted red. Red like love. Red like lust. Red like you. 

He loves Valentine Red. 

♡ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

from the eyes of Valentine Red.

I’d always wondered how the status quo in our school really affected the pupils in it. From the emo-punk kids who sat near the school backyard listening to rock music or the art students who carried a sharpened graphite 2B pencil near their ear and drew on any possible surface which could retain pencil marks. The status quo never changed, the emo kids stayed emo, athlete jocks stayed the same (meaning head in the clouds, muscle pigs), the popular trios were just as posh as their parents wealthy black cards were. 

Of course, I was also part of the said status quo, I’d say even though I did not fit in the stereotypical bubblegum-pink-sugary cheerleader persona, i was close by. The nerds were as one would guess, nerdy. Shy, quiet and reserved. 

It was also a bit unsusal for us of different friendgroups to make acquaintances with people of other friend groups. That didn’t stop me from befriending Kim Taehyung. 

He was an unusually quiet, nerdy guy who sat beside me in calculus class. His round black rimmed glasses sat far away from the bridge of his nose and close to the tip of it as he lost himself in solving yet another equation. Although, he, for an unknown reason ditched his nerdy group of friends to sit beside me all this semester, I didn’t mind. He was soft-spoken, a deep but gentle curve to his words as he spoke in heavy english. His oversized sweaters were a few sizes too big to be considered fashionable but he managed to look adorable in them. His hair was matted, choppy bangs that covered the front of his eyes, yet he refused to trim them short. Pretty lean himself, standing a good 176 cm for a seventeen year old. 

I’d see his shadow tower over mine every time we walked back from calculus to our next class, he didn’t sit beside me then. He’d simply follow me inside the class and sit far away. 

He was never late to class, his clothes were always neat and ironed unlike his hair. 

He had an interesting juxtaposition, a neat and tidy topper student with messy hair who stuttered whenever he spoke. Without batting an eye I could tell it was him who’d sit beside me, the lingering smell of iron mixed with an oversaturation of pine wood cologne was a giver. It was an odd combination. No matter how much he’d put on that heavenly pine wood, the metallic smell beneath his clothes found their way to me. 

I never asked him about it. 

His face was always glistening, like he’d come from an intense workout every morning and after lunch too. I’d lean in closer to examine his face and the pungent smell of iron hit me again. I notice his nose was always red, like he’d constantly rub it to the point it bled. 

I never asked him about it. 

I once caught him aggressively rubbing something off of his hands before art class, his skin was a vermilion red. He said it was paint. I smiled and nodded, not before taking note of the same metallic pine-wood smell. The sleeves of his white sweater was awfully muddy, red paint chipped off from the ends. I never asked him about it. 

I never asked him why he gave me an intense look when i cut my hand accidentally, use his sweater to wipe it off and never clean it. Why he didn’t interact with me outside of calc. Class or why that paint he had on his clothes often looked so strikingly similar to blood. 

Red blood like the colour of my lips, red blood like his wrists. Red blood like my name, red blood like the game he played. 

Fic release : early may ‘22

Taglist; if you want to be added to the taglist, Ask me, DM me, Comment! 

A/N: after a month over due, it’s finally here, Loves. Don’t you want Tae to love you and paint you red? He’ll make you the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He just loves Red on red. 

@youmistme

check this out if you miss Blood Sweat and Tears Japanese MV Tae as much as I do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Red Like You. Red For You. (teaser)

prompt: Taehyung loves to draw nose bleeds ;)

☞ Pairing: Yandere nerd! Taehyung X Cheerleader! OC (Valentine Red) 

☞ this is just a TEASER!

☞ TW: dark themes, mention of blood-like substance, yandere. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

☞ Blurb: Taehyung’s favorite colour is red. He loves red, red like the blood that drips from your bruised nose to the supple and soft flesh of your lips and lastly falling to your chin. He’ll caress your chin with a sneer. Amusement floats in his eyes as his grip on your chin tightens. He adores it when the blood leaking from your nose drips down to your lips, especially when he smears it all over your face. Your pretty face painted red. Red like love. Red like lust. Red like you. 

He loves Valentine Red. 

♡ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

from the eyes of Valentine Red.

I’d always wondered how the status quo in our school really affected the pupils in it. From the emo-punk kids who sat near the school backyard listening to rock music or the art students who carried a sharpened graphite 2B pencil near their ear and drew on any possible surface which could retain pencil marks. The status quo never changed, the emo kids stayed emo, athlete jocks stayed the same (meaning head in the clouds, muscle pigs), the popular trios were just as posh as their parents wealthy black cards were. 

Of course, I was also part of the said status quo, I’d say even though I did not fit in the stereotypical bubblegum-pink-sugary cheerleader persona, i was close by. The nerds were as one would guess, nerdy. Shy, quiet and reserved. 

It was also a bit unsusal for us of different friendgroups to make acquaintances with people of other friend groups. That didn’t stop me from befriending Kim Taehyung. 

He was an unusually quiet, nerdy guy who sat beside me in calculus class. His round black rimmed glasses sat far away from the bridge of his nose and close to the tip of it as he lost himself in solving yet another equation. Although, he, for an unknown reason ditched his nerdy group of friends to sit beside me all this semester, I didn’t mind. He was soft-spoken, a deep but gentle curve to his words as he spoke in heavy english. His oversized sweaters were a few sizes too big to be considered fashionable but he managed to look adorable in them. His hair was matted, choppy bangs that covered the front of his eyes, yet he refused to trim them short. Pretty lean himself, standing a good 176 cm for a seventeen year old. 

I’d see his shadow tower over mine every time we walked back from calculus to our next class, he didn’t sit beside me then. He’d simply follow me inside the class and sit far away. 

He was never late to class, his clothes were always neat and ironed unlike his hair. 

He had an interesting juxtaposition, a neat and tidy topper student with messy hair who stuttered whenever he spoke. Without batting an eye I could tell it was him who’d sit beside me, the lingering smell of iron mixed with an oversaturation of pine wood cologne was a giver. It was an odd combination. No matter how much he’d put on that heavenly pine wood, the metallic smell beneath his clothes found their way to me. 

I never asked him about it. 

His face was always glistening, like he’d come from an intense workout every morning and after lunch too. I’d lean in closer to examine his face and the pungent smell of iron hit me again. I notice his nose was always red, like he’d constantly rub it to the point it bled. 

I never asked him about it. 

I once caught him aggressively rubbing something off of his hands before art class, his skin was a vermilion red. He said it was paint. I smiled and nodded, not before taking note of the same metallic pine-wood smell. The sleeves of his white sweater was awfully muddy, red paint chipped off from the ends. I never asked him about it. 

I never asked him why he gave me an intense look when i cut my hand accidentally, use his sweater to wipe it off and never clean it. Why he didn’t interact with me outside of calc. Class or why that paint he had on his clothes often looked so strikingly similar to blood. 

Red blood like the colour of my lips, red blood like his wrists. Red blood like my name, red blood like the game he played. 

Fic release : April end ‘22 to early may ‘22

Taglist; if you want to be added to the taglist, Ask me, DM me, Comment! 

A/N: after a month over due, it’s finally here, Loves. Don’t you want Tae to love you and paint you red? He’ll make you the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He just loves Red on red. 

@youmistme

“You get me closer to God”

Summary: Jimin thinks you’re perfect.❤️

Genre: Yandere Jimin, Dark fic, Dead dove do not eat?

CW: Obsessive behavior, worshipper mentality, unhealthy body expectations and descriptions, Jimin just really hates himself in this, mutilation,

A/N: Part 2 electric boogaloo of my BTS Yandere series. Lowkey made this because I listened to Filter and went 👀👀👀👀.

Park Jimin is vile.

He’s amoebic.

He’s sure if he opened his brain, he wouldn’t be able to find any independent thought.

He’s especially malleable when it comes to you.

He must mold himself into your ideal, even if it kills him.

Jimin knows he’s imperfect—an image created with God’s offhand.

He obsesses over his imperfections. The flatness of his nose, the fullness in his cheeks and belly.

Pig.

Disgusting.

Ugly.

You’ve never explicitly commented on his appearance, but he can feel his inadequacy in your presence.

He wishes he could peel his face off layer by layer. Gouge his eyes out and replace them with fuller, brighter ones. To scrape the excess fat off his face with his hands. Speaking of his hands, he’s always wanted to have longer, slimmer fingers. He goes so far as imaging forcibly elongating his spine with his hands or with the help of a generous medical professional. He needs to rough out his edges.

He must be perfect. Like you.

When he’s near you, he feels himself ascend closer to godhood. His closeness to you makes him perfect.

Jimin almost hates you. He feels as though you were sent to mock him. To remind him of his failures. However, he pushes that feeling aside. A good follower never questions nor asks for more from their god. Besides, his love and idolization of you outweigh his envy.

He practices and practices until his feet blister and bruise. He wraps them in bandages to decrease the pain, but in the end, they always unravel due to the blood that is secreted. Day and night he throws himself into dance until he can almost feel your voice in his mind. He feels your voice telling him he’s done enough. His eyes become sunken and his cheeks hollow. You comment on the dark circles under his eyes. He reminds himself to buy some concealer to hide the new flaw.

However, you have a much better way to ease his suffering. You invite him to yours for a nice, hot meal since he “looked so sickly”.

Devotion truly pays off.

“If I couldn’t have you as a picture on my side, I’d rather die”

Summary: Something’s been following you. Yoongi doesn’t seem too concerned though.

Genre: Yandere Yoongi, dark fic, lowkey dead dove do not eat?

Word Count: 0.5K

CW: Cursing, Heavyyyyyy Stalking, implications of breaking and enter, reader feeling objectified, lowkey paranoid reader but for good reason

A/N: This week has not been great for me, so idk send me money or reblog this for me to feel better 🙃

Min Yoongi is omnipresent.

You’re being followed.

You’re unsure about many things, except for the fact something is following you.

You hear its footsteps as you walk down the sidewalk. The footsteps are light, unnoticeable to anyone else except you.

The constant shuffling that occurs as the sole of their shoes scrape the concrete. The squeaks that occasionally interrupt to feast on the surrounding sounds around. It’s deafening.

Its figure looms over you everywhere.

Hallways. Elevators. Work. With friends. With family. With strangers who take too much of an interest in you.

You can’t put a name, face, or smell to it. There’s nothing you can define it by or associate with other than you. All you know about it is that it’s everywhere.

They’re your shadow.

You sit on carpeted floor in Yoongi’s living room, shaking. He’s not there, but he hears everything you’ve said. He listening. He’s always listening.

Yoongi is in the kitchen prepping kimchi to go with the savory dinner he promptly made once he knew you were coming. He knows you haven’t eaten. Once you get off work, you’re too tired to cook, so you miss dinner altogether. Additionally, he knows you hate frozen food and store-bought kimchi. It never tastes as good as when something is handmade.

“Stop scratching that scab. It’ll get infected.”

The man has eyes in the back of his head.

He’ll never look you straight in the eyes. Still, he knows

every move you make.

His dark orbs are constantly covered by the flowy bangs that frame his fame. They’re always pointed down or focused on another task as if focusing on you would destroy him.

Although, you feel the power his stare holds.

When you leave his house after a long night, you swear you can sense his eyes peering down at you. They detach themselves from his sockets and follow you to what is supposed to be the privacy of your home.

You have a vivid memory of having sleep paralysis. You woke up to darkness encasing you and faint breaths alerting you. You adjust your eyes and you see it. You fucking see it. That fucking creature. It takes the shape of a man, but you know better. No man’s eyes are that malevolent. The one whose eyes bore into your soul as if it is all-knowing. They wouldn’t need any other part of their body to infiltrate yours. Those disgusting, beady dots that waiver as you make eye contact are more than enough for them. The eyes that dare you to try and run. It’ll find you anyway.

As a child, you used to beg and plead with your parents to let you sleep with the lights on. The night hid things. It made everything, even yourself unrecognizable. To you being in the dark was chaos. It was being abducted and held hostage by the void itself.

When you see those eyes stare at you all those years later, you think about your intrinsic childhood fear.

Child you had a point.

Yoongi lays your finished plate of food down in front of you.

In that second, you get a good look at his eyes.

They’re the same.

“Love you just a little too much.”

Summary: Taehyung really likes you.

Genre: Yandere Taehyung, Dark? Fic

CW: Cursing, clingy behavior, overbearing Tae, description of bodily stuff, smut lowkey, Tae has sub tendencies argue with the mirror

Word Count: 0.5K

A/N: This was kinda hard to write for me. I apologize to the Tae girlies I made him insufferable😅.

Kim Taehyung is clingy.

Within him lies the purest form of anxious attachment.

A wriggling parasite who chews up solitude to shit out buzzing noise instead.

He never seems to know what’s going on, but watch his head do a 360 when he hears your name or footsteps.

He’ll follow you around the room like he’s your tail until you sit down.

Once you’re seated, he’ll invade any idea of personal space you have.

His long slender fingers will cage your shoulders as his pointed black irises will bore into you. You think the only time this man stops looking at you is when he blinks.

His cologne will seize all other scents in the room as he practically lays on you. It used to be a musky, almost spicy scent that used to follow him, but that’s changed. He offhandedly heard someone say you like “Woody, less intense” scents and now he walks around smelling vaguely of roses and sandalwood.

He’s fucking smothering.

He would sit on your lap and fully cage you within his long limbs if he could. You’d carry him around like a human backpack.

Or, if he feels more salacious, he imagines sitting on your lap and humping your thigh or shoes. You always said he acted like a loyal dog around you. He’d be more than happy to prove you right. He would prefer your genitals, but he needs to take what he can get.

God forbid he can’t be in your presence. When you leave, there lies a man so abhorrent in body and soul.

God forbid you give him any way to contact you to avoid the dread he brings upon his members.

I miss you.💜

Come over. Yeotan wants to see you.

Why aren’t you answering? Don’t you like me?

Good Morning, did you sleep in? You’d usually be awake by now. 💜

Can you lend me a hoodie? No, I didn’t forget mine, I just miss your scent. 💜

I think I like you too much. Do you like me?

I had a dream about you last night. Do you ever dream about me?

I wish you slept over. The bed feels empty when you’re not here. The night is overwhelming.

Answering back almost seems like a losing game. Every text or call you try to answer increases within a second. Him in person is almost preferable. At least in person, you can leave his home and feel a sense of freedom. Of reminding yourself that you are one person, instead of the forced conjoined monster that Tae has made you both into.

You can sense that Tae hates it when you leave, but he’ll at least pretend to be reasonable. If you squeeze too tight, eventually it’ll burst.

Still, in those late nights laying in bed alone, he can’t help but let his mind wander.

What if you two were closer?

The idea of you two fusing, your pupils doubling and your irises splitting. Yours and his thoughts ringing in your shared mind, forever drowning in noise until they surely meld together.

God, he needs that.

He’ll try and subtly slip it into conversation tomorrow.

You wouldn’t mind, would you?

Trailer: Who are they?

"Father?" A sweet girl called her father who busy searching for something in the old vintage book that he owned. Her father looked at his daughter and patted her head. "Yes dear, you need something?"

She seems hesitant to ask at first but since she's curious and has felt uncomfortable these past few days, she decided to ask her father. "I saw someone come to our home a few days ago. I wonder who they are, father. By looking at their clothes, they're different from us..." He chuckled and at the same time worried that his daughter felt scared of the mysterious visitors that had approached him recently.

"Don't worry dear, that's my customer... Like usual" He smiled and tried to assure his daughter. She knows her father well. She tried to understand her father even though his answer didn't satisfy her. "Alright... If you said so..."

Why father seem hesitant to answer my question? I don't think they're normal humans like us... The dark aura surrounds them, I can feel it.

Her father holds his daughter's hand gently. "I know what you're thinking dear. Don't think much about it, okay? They just come and request me the new set of mannequins for their dressing room to display their clothes." She sighed and stared at her father's eyes.

I don't think that's all, Father... I think they have their other intentions and use you to fulfill their desire. How I wish I could read their mind, to protect you from them...

She always trusts her father more than anything because she loves her father so much. After her mother's death, she only has her father as her companion. He rarely spends time with her but she didn't mind. She understands that her father works to give the best for her daughter.

Her father works as a mannequin maker, and many people especially royalty request him to make a bunch of them to use as a display for their dresses. Her father's work also involves dark magic and she doesn't even know that her father can do it.

These mysterious customers somehow spread danger silently without their knowing...

The story is inspired by the horror games called "Mad Father" and "Dark Deception", the storyline in this series has a similar vibe but with additional parts that make the series even darker and twist.

Coming Soon...

Taglist: OPEN!

From author:

Hello! Nice to meet you guys! You may call me Minnie 🐭 This is my very first fanfic series that has been kept in mind and try to consider if the ideas are okay to share or not. Feel free to leave an idea, suggestion or taglist request to my ask 🤍

Don't worry, I'm in legal age to write this kind of story. I hope minors dni with this series as this series is full of nsfw. I will do sfw story and take request soon once I'm ready.

Anyways, I hope you guys like the trailer and the way I write the story so far. More to come soon, please wait for it!

(o・ω・o)✨️

𝕸𝖞 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖓… (ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔤 & 𝔖𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰) [18+]

Genre: Dark, Horror, Yandere

Pairing: yandere!royalty!Heeseung x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) x yandere!royalty!Sunghoon

Featuring: Jaeyun (Jake) & Jongseong (Jay)

Trigger warning: 18+ content, mention about killing/blood/torture/manipulate/betray/violence, sad, angst, petname, oral (female received), praise/dirty talk, overstimulate, obsession, possessive, unprotected smut, cursing

The story is inspired by the games called "Mad Father" and "Dark Deception", the storyline in this series has a similar vibe but with additional parts that make the series even more darker and twisted.

Summary:

Met Y/N, one of the precious girls that lives at Lockwood Village along with her father, the only family member she has left. Y/N's mother died when she was still young because of sickness. Y/N always trusts her father more than anything because she loves her father so much. Her father rarely spends time with her but she didn't mind. She understands that her father works to give the best for her daughter.

Her father works as a mannequin maker, and many people especially royalty request him to make a bunch of them to use as a display for their dresses. Her father's work also involves dark magic and she doesn't even know that her father is capable of doing it. One day, the mysterious royal member takes an interest in her father's work and decides to work with her father to fulfill their dark desire. What happens when she discovers the mysterious royal member's intention? Will she be able to protect her father from danger?

Trailer: Who are they?

Part I: Promise

Part II: Dark Desire (In progess...)

Part III: Heart Broken

Part IV: Forgive Me

Part V: Save Me

Part VI: Find You

Part VII: Goodnight

Taglist: OPEN!

𝔐𝔶 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔫…

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕴: 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊

No one POV

"Ahh... Tomorrow is the day. The day Mother left me and Father to the afterlife. I should go tell Father and visit her grave together" Y/N signed and went to her father's room where he stored all his personal belongings. While she walking, she looked out the window and stared at the nature that surrounded the mansion, her home. She lived at the big mansion along with her Father.

Every year, Y/N and her Father visit her late mother's grave to celebrate the day of her mother's death. Her mother died when she was still young because of her unknown sickness. She is still young when her mother leaves her. Many medicines and treatments her mother tried but it didn't work as planned. As much as she doesn't want her mother to go, she knows that people's death is unpredictable. Especially people that she treasured the most. Until now, she still remembers her promise with her mother to take care of her father and protect him from any danger. She kept her promise. She only has her father left.

Flashback...

Young Y/N and her mother take a walk in the nearest garden to spend their free time together. The garden is full with white roses and baby breath. Butterfly wings are displayed as they fly about freely. "Mother look! White butterfly!" Young Y/N grabbed her mother's attention and pointed at the butterfly that she just mentioned. Her mother smiled sweetly and patted her daughter's head. "How beautiful. You like them?"

"I love it, Mother! They're beautiful and small. Sadly they're so fragile, we can't hold them just like when I'm holding cute kitten." Young Y/N pouted while staring at the white butterfly. Her mother sadly smiled and patted her daughter's head. "That's true, dear. They are so precious. We need to protect them from any danger. Just like us, we protect each other from bad people. Be kind to people and animals. Help each other, protect each other. Spread love and keep smiling. Promise me that, okay dear?"

Young Y/N nobbed her head, understanding her mother's words. She held her mother's hand gently and stared at her. "Just like how you and Father protect me, I promise to protect both of you. You and Father is the only treasure I have now. I love you guys so much. You're the best. No one can beat my love for you and Father." She hugged her mother tightly. "Thank you, dear. What a lovely and thoughtful girl." Her mother hugged her back and caressed her head gently.

End of Flashback

No one POV

Y/N smiled sadly, remembering her memory with her beloved mother when she was 5. She is already 23 years old. After her mother's death, she feels empty even though there are maids who help clean their mansion and always take good care of her. Growing up without the warm love of a mother is the hardest reality that Y/N needs to face. She tries to live happily just like her mother wishes. Her father also tries his best to spend time with her. Thankfully, her father never failed to make her smile and know her well. "What Father is doing right now? Hopefully, he is not busy with his work." She thought.

The villagers of Lockwood have known Y/N's family well. Y/N's father worked as a mannequin maker and already run his business for a long time since he used to help his family carry all the materials to make the mannequin. Even though there is a lot of better job he can do, he decides to continue his family tradition and explore more about mannequin creation. His customers are mostly from royalty with different backgrounds. Besides that, he also makes toys and music boxes for the kids. His lovely personality and kindness never fail to make villagers' hearts melt. He was very sociable with all the villagers that he passed by. Y/N's late mother is also one of his customers. She came to his workshop and requested him to make a small music box as her comfort item during nighttime. Since then, they become closer and eventually fall in love with each other.

Once she arrived in front of the room, she knocked on the door slowly. "Father? May I come in?" She heard rustling inside the room. "Sure, dear. Come inside." She opened the door and saw her father carving the mannequin. Her father's room was full of sketches that displayed mannequin diagrams. Books are stacked just like a tower. Material of the mannequin is everywhere including his crafting tools. Her father stopped her work and looked at his daughter. "You look sad.... Are you okay? Need anything, dear?" "Urm... Mother's death anniversary is today... I wonder if you're free right now. Let's visit her. Like usual, our tradition every year..." She smiled sadly while playing with her dress lace. "Of course, dear. I almost finished my work. Let's get ready. We can grab some white roses for her and clean her grave." He smiled sweetly and went to his daughter. Her father caressed her head gently. She sighed. "I miss her Father..."

" I miss her too, dear... Don't be sad. Mother doesn't want you to be sad. Smile for me" Her father gently caressed her daughter's cheek. Y/N sadly smiled and hugged her father. "Promise me to stay with me, don't leave me alone." She whimpered. "I promise. I will protect you no matter what happens. You're my only daughter. You're my pill of happiness that brightens my gloomy day. No one can replace your place."

Her father hugged her back and tried his best to hold back his tears. He knows how hard her daughter's life is. How sad her life was without her beloved mother. He feels guilty that her daughter needs to face this reality. But with her wife's promise, he will treasure his daughter for the rest of his life. He doesn't want his daughter to feel lonely. He wants to give his best, give a lot of love, and provide her the happy life that she deserves. Protect her from any danger. He only has his daughter left. No one else can take her away from him.

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[04:49]

You sighed after finished all of your work at the office and now finally you can go home and take a rest since you got three days off from your boss.

When you reached your door, you realised the door is unlock already and it feel weird because you are not the type to leave it like that. But, your body is too tired to think about that and just quickly went inside.

After discarded all of your clothes and changed to nightgown, you quickly plopped yourself on the bed and within ten minutes there was a small snore can be heard from you.

Thirty minutes later, there was a man went out from under the bed and looking at you to make sure that you are unconscious.

The man giggled when he saw your cute face pouting when you sleep. He went closer to your body and can't stop himself from smelling your body. The man creepily turned your body facing him and made your hands hugged him so he can feel your warmth.

"I miss you. I miss you so much"

Y/n whimpered when she felt something kissing on her neck. Just when she wanted to open her eyes, she got shocked by a sudden movement where she felt a cloth with a strange smell on her nose and mouth. She looked up and saw it was her ex-boyfriend, Soobin. Y/n pushed his body off her and jumped from the bed but because of the choloroform she smelled just now, it made her impossible to move.

Soobin laughed when he looked at y/n trying to run away from him. To him, the scene was so cute.

"Baby, come on. Don't run away from me. You know it's very impossible when you already smell it"

The said girl is still keep running but then she fell down just when she nearly reached the front door. Soobin quickly walked to her and picked her body up and went to the bedroom again.

"You are such a bad girl y/n. I told you to not run from me,right? I will give you a punishment when you wake up."

AYOO , so how is it?😼 Is this a good start for yandere txt? 😁😁

Autumn Apple | Yan!jin x Reader

Banner credits go to the amazing ➳ @introgfx (tysm!)

➳Pairing: yandere!jin X fem!Reader

➳Warnings: Stalking, blood, swearing, manipulation, kidnapping, use of drugs, mentions of a dead body, reader gets hurt (naturally), NON-CON kissing & NON-CON touching (it's barely tho)

➳Synopsis: Every year you harvest many fruits out in the woods alone, but you bump into a fellow young man whom you have never seen before. Enthralled by his beauty and kindness, he offers you a whole basket of Autumn apples, the rarest fruit to find where you live. Now, do you accept the offer or not?

➳Word Count: 3.5k+

➳Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

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A/N: I have finallyyyy finished the drabble <3 I'm sorry I took so long, I had to get certain parts of the story to make sense, edit and re-write parts. I hope it's enough to satisfy you all.

The sun dawned in the sky, the grey clouds vanishing. Dewdrops from flowers were dripping on the edge of the dark green leaves. The wind was harsh, making your hair sway. You held onto your blue hood, not wanting to be seen by others. You were carrying a basket full of various fruits, from limes to quince, bananas to oranges, from pears to grapes.

You were lucky this time. Usually, you would see a couple of male farmers from your village early in the morning in the woods, but today, they just didn't come. However, you wanted to seek an important fruit.

The Autumn Apple.

It was the only fruit you had trouble harvesting, mainly since it was so rare to grow here. Last year you found it, hands grasping onto the fruit so tightly in shock. You were so surprised finding it that you tripped over a branch hidden by thick mud. As you had stumbled and rolled on the ground, your hands had let go of the fruit. It tumbled to the nearest stream in front of you, floating away with the cold water.

Your only chance was gone.

Today you tried to keep your hopes up, but it didn't work out. You let out an exasperated sigh, walking back home. Your brown knee-high boots created squelched dins because of the wet soil.

Snap

That's when you turned around, a banana in your hand in defence as your hood fell back. In front of you was a young man. He looked handsome. His skin was smooth, and his dark brown orbs looked enchanting. His hazelnut hair looked so soft that you wanted to touch it. And then your eyes trailed to his lips. They looked so pink and plump.

He took a step towards you, more twigs snapping. You bring your hand out, the banana pointing at him.

"Stay back." You tell him, eyes narrowing menacingly. Of course, he didn't listen. He took another step forward, his finger pushing the banana away.

He held his hands behind his back, bringing out his broad shoulders.

"No need to be so daring." He says, eyes locking with yours. "I was just on a stroll here, and I'm no man here to harm you." You still don't disarm your weapon as the man speaks again.

"Relax, I was just wondering what a beautiful young woman was doing here all by herself."

"What?" You blurt out, blushing at the comment as you hang your head low.

"The name's Jin, and you are...?" He asks. You look back up, answering instantly.

"Y/N, just Y/N." You tell him, smiling slightly. A hasty thought popped into your mind.

"So what are you doing here?" He questions again.

"Oh I'm just looking for an Autumn Apple." You casually tell him before asking him a query back.

"Are you travelling? I've never seen you around here before." You put the banana back in the woven basket.

"No, just stopped by." He answers, still gazing at you. You gulp at the weird awkwardness of his tone. You wanted to leave.

"Well, I have a bakery down the village, do come by if you want." You suggest it to him kindly.

"Of course," he replies as you wave goodbye in a rush. As you were going back, only one thought stayed in your head.

He's new.

You were in the bathroom, washing your hands and face from flour. The last order just went in and, it was nearly nightfall. You made sure you put the desserts away from the display rack, carefully putting them with the rest. Your favourite dessert in the bakery was your mother's simple orange cake. Not too sweet and not too creamy, it was perfect. You dry yourself with a towel, suddenly hearing your mother call you.

"Y/N, there is someone here for you!"

Here at this hour? The store was supposed to be closed.

Jin strolled in, hands in his pockets, quietly admiring the place. It was not new but had this 'home' effect. The interior was wooden, chiselled with fantastic swirls, seats around the place, with perfect little round tables. It was cute. Jin's eyes landed on the empty display glass, a few crumbs were lying in there.

Earlier, when he saw you, he was calmly wandering back to his home, cleaning up some mess he made. He heard you sigh so loud, your expression in irritation. He was hiding behind a tree, watching what you were doing.

"Fuck this," you curse, turning around. He had caught your beauty. You were so beautiful. You were something that he would not harm but would love to take. Your hair was in a cute braid, the blue cloak you wore looked like it was made out of silk due to the glimmer. Gosh, it enthralled him so much. Licking his lips, he steps out, purposely stepping on a weak twig to get your attention.

“Jin!”

He was awoken by your voice. His jaw twitched only for a second, realising it was you.

“Hey there Y/N,” he replies, hands in his pockets, with his eyes gazing around the place.

“I came here to buy a dessert,” he hums “heard it’s the best in the village.” He smiles adorably that you seem to realise you were quite the one to accuse. He just wanted a dessert, nothing else.

And he didn’t follow you here. He just made sure he had to keep an eye on you.

You shake your head slightly, hands tapping lightly against the counter.

“So, what would you like?”

“Do you have any Autumn Apple-related desserts?” His eyebrow quirks up. You put your lips in a straight line.

“Nope.” Making a popping sound of the letter ‘p’.

“Well that’s a shame, isn’t it? I’ve got a whole basket of them back at my place.” He shrugs his shoulders now looking at you.

Say what now.

You swear you didn’t hear him correctly.

“Did you just say you have a whole basket of Autumn Apples?” He nods his head.

“You mean The Autumn Apple, the bright fresh green, bigger sized, kinda weird looking Apple?” You question again.

“Yes.” That’s when you smack your palms on the counter.

“How?”

Jin looks at you surprisingly, on purpose. “Just had my luck I guess.” Resuming back to his current expression.

You scoffed, luck. You had found only one, he probably had a dozen.

“I can give them to you if you want, not my type of taste really, just wanted to pick them out for fun.” He smirks.

You. Were. Shocked.

“Ar-Are you serious?”

“Yeah sure, why not? I mean it seems like you love them and it would probably help your mother’s business out.” He quirks up another smile, bringing a bright merry one to your face.

“I would have invited you right now but, as you see,” he points to a window, “ it’s already nightfall and I’m sure no young woman is supposed to be out this late.”

“Perhaps, come tomorrow, same time and place as we met today.”

You peer at him, wanting to jump over the counter and give him the biggest hug ever. This made you so happy. You were finally going to try The Autumn Apple, and it was going to help out the family business so much that you bet everyone in the village would come rushing to get a taste of it as well.

After all, it was very rare.

“And if I don’t see you, well… the future may not be great anymore.” He tells you quietly, the smile fading away from your face.

“It’ll be great if you come though,” he quickly adds “ haven’t had a common guest in a while.”

“I’ll be going now Y/N.”

You bring back your attention to him, hands finding their way to your apron. You fiddle with it.

“Oh…aren’t you going to buy anything?”

“No, perhaps another time.” And with that, he leaves, the bell tinkling as the door shuts.

Your mother comes in, holding two mugs of warm ginger and lemon tea. The scent hitting your nose.

“Who was that?” She asks, handing you a mug.

You take a hold of it, responding, “Just a fellow man I met.”

“He’s appallingly handsome, invite him over sometime.”

“Mum!”

“Relax, just a general invite, there’s no harm in that.”

She chuckles leaving you a little annoyed.

You hoped the offer would help you. You knew everyone was obsessed with it as well, but many had given up on finding it. But now, you had a chance to do so...or just get it from someone else.

You crept out quietly, the door creaking ever so annoyingly. You assumed that would rouse your mother up since she was a light sleeper. It was chilly outside, the wind making you shiver.

"Out early again?" A voice speaks. You turn around and see a young man, hair tousled, face smudged with wet mud and a little bit of dried blood.

"Out hunting again?" You smirk, tucking your arms across your chest. You see him holding a short bag, certainly an animal crammed in it.

"You know girls like you aren't allowed in the woods or any young girl." The man says, brushing the hair off his face. You sneer slightly, going nearer to him.

"You know I've been doing this for almost months now, Jungkook. Don't try to stop me now." He held his hands up in response, "Don't worry, I'm just doing this for your safety," he continues "have you heard Ji-Soo went missing yesterday?" Your face tenses up, your grasp on your cloak tightened.

"Apparently, she went into the woods last night, looking for an Autumn Apple," Jungkook continues "she was last seen wearing her maroon cloak, you know, the one her father gave her on her last birthday." He pauses, looking directly at you in the eye, squinting.

"Don't tell me you're going just to look for that piece of fruit are you?" You gulp. You knew you weren't the only one looking for it, you even heard Ji-Soo yourself the other day.

"I'm so close to finding it you know? Just imagine the look on my parents face when I get it!" That was the last thing you heard from her. She was so happy and joyous that day. Now you felt like all the excitement drained out of you, seeping into the soil deeply, never-ending.

The roots begin to grow.

You cough, excusing Jungkook as you swiftly tell him a lie. "I'm just getting some bark, need it for the fireplace." You start to stroll past him when he yells, "Be back soon!" You gave a thumbs-up as a reply.

Your house was at the very back of the village, closest to the woods, so it wasn't a daily concern for you to sneak in there. Your boots crunched dried up orange and yellow leaves, pine trees, concealed in them. The sun hit your face abruptly. You peeked up, hearing birds chirping and fluttering their wings. It seemed like a pleasant day today.

The stem is arriving

After treading for a while, you sat down uncomfortably on a gigantic rock, wondering where Jin could be.

However, were you still going to trust this stranger? He was kind when he gave you an offer, thinking about your family as well.

But why?

Was he interested in something? Perhaps you.

You suddenly hear a whistle coming from behind you, waking you up from your trance. You turn to see Jin grinning, standing at a far distance from you. You get up and jog to him slightly, returning the smile. For a second he looked surprised as if he did not expect you to come.

"So where are we heading to?" Your question in eagerness, your head peeking in every direction. Jin laughs softly, his hand slowly and lightly grazing your back, replying, "My home." You stiffen at his touch, taking a step forward as his hand slips away.

Leaves overgrowing

"This way." He leads you away, the sun losing its brightness every time you took a step. The wind felt harsher, howling past your ears, using your cloak to keep you warm. The further you were walking, the further the scenery was changing. From mid-sunny to gloomy clouds, the trees were naked, branches pointed out and sharp leaves falling here and then.

In front of you, the atmosphere became white and thick. Fog, covering your sight, losing Jin as well.

You stop in your tracks, your breathing becoming rapid.

"J-Jin," you call out. No response.

Caws could be heard from crows, twigs snapping, crickets chirping, noises coming from every approach.

Just watch what you do

Without thinking twice, you make a run for it, this place was treacherous, and you were never scared before. You hold on tight to your cloak, your feet stopping you in a sudden rush as you hold yourself back from falling into a deep river, the ground taller than you thought. Bits of dirt and pebbles fall, plopping into the icy water.

You yelp, feeling a hand grasping onto your wrist.

"Woah, be careful you almost missed a step there." You find yourself glimpsing at Jin, pulling you back from almost falling to your death.

Before they keep growing

"We're here," he hums, his hands still grasping onto yours. The fog starts to disappear, two yellow, dim lights appearing in your view, including a little looking cabin. You were walking on a bridge.

Don't trip or you'll be with its friend

Your rapid heartbeat had not stopped yet, as you eye the cabin. The stairs were wooden, including the walls, looking all dusty and grey. Each stair creaking every time you and Jin took a step. Weed and vines encircling around the roof, some of them hanging.

Not everything you desire will be plentiful

The door opens, welcoming you with bright merry lights and a comforting looking home. Jin allows you to sit down on an old couch, looking a little antique. He throws bits of wood into a fireplace, the fire crackling as its orange and yellow flames lick you up with warmth. You settle down, your hand finding its way to your chest, feeling your heartbeat slowing down too.

"You must have been frightened you poor thing, I'll give you something to drink." Jin articulates, glass clinking together as a lid pops open. Fresh apple cider poured into a cup. You lean back as Jin hands you the glass, instantly sipping the beverage, especially after the run you took.

"You should not have ran like that, you would have been dead if you took another step." Jin scolds you, his expression went soft to almost as if he was enraged. He should be, though, you looked like a weak pushover after hearing some disturbing noises.

The roots will keep growing

"I know, I'm sorry Jin, I j-just lost my mind I guess." You stutter, taking another long sip. He smiles, crouching down to your level.

"I'll go get the apples then, just stay here." You stretch, thinking about how the interior of the cabin looked much more beautiful than the exterior. You put the glass away, standing up as you travel around the living room, which was connected by the kitchen, you assumed.

Your hands glided across the small bumps across the walls, leading you to a table with a bowl of fruits and a jug of water. A beautiful looking mat is used for decor. Deep maroon colour with golden linings-

And will get you before you go.

What?

You do not believe yourself for a second. You move away the bowl and the jug, hands scrambling onto the light cloak. The same exact cloak Jungkook described to you what Jisoo was wearing before she disappeared. Your breath gets stuck in your throat. You feel the material again, it was wet. As if the cloak had been washed.

Though, you were not going to play dumb. You were ready to stuff the whole cloak in your small bag but of course, the timing is never perfect.

“Y/N?” Startled you jump, hiding the piece of evidence behind your back.

“I got the apples.” Your eyes travel down to the basket Jin was holding. And to your surprise, there really was a dozen Autumn Apples in there. Your temptation may have helped you through.

You have just found out the reason for Jisoo’s disappearance.

You inch closer to him, grasping onto the handle of the basket, smiling innocently. “Thank you Jin, I’ll be going then.” You try to pull it away from him but his strength stops you from doing so. You fake a laugh, looking at him again.

“What are you doing Jin? I said I had to go.” You try to pry the basket away from him again but he doesn’t allow you to.

“ I know you have it.” He says, eyes contacting. You stiffen, playing it cool.

“Have what?”

“Her cloak.” Before you know it, his hands grabs your wrist, turning you around, your back pinned to his chest, and her cloak falling to the ground.

You gasp, feeling a cold lightweight material, prickling at your neck.

"You weren't really going to run away, were you?" His hot breath fanned past your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder. The small knife still pressed on your neck.

"Jin, I won't tell anyone, I swear." You promise him, you start to feel the warm tears arriving.

"Hm, you were just taking the cloak with you so how about we-" he takes the cloak, pulling you with him in front of the fireplace. Jin throws the cloak, the material flying and landing softly in the fire. The pit of hell. You try tugging your arm, but his grip tightens menacingly, pulling you close to him, inches apart.

"Let's play a game, you run and I'll find." He hums, his lips on your cheek. You squirm, eyes closing shut, the wet tears finally gushing out of you.

How could you be so gullible? So foolish to even trust a man whom you only met for a day. You were too tempted by your desires, and look where it led you to now.

His grip on you loosens as he starts murmuring, "One, two, three..." you were lost for a second, suddenly realising what he was doing. He was giving you time to run. Without wasting another second, you dash out the front door, your boots clacking against the wooden bridge as you hurry over the other side.

Four

You had no idea where you were going, so you took random directions. You just wanted to go, away from him and this wretched, horrid place.

Five

The noises started to come back, but even worse, the caws from the crows were sounding like screeches, and the chirps of the crickets were buzzing so loud you wondered if they were in your ear. You blocked your ears, hands covering them as you run faster, you could hear your own heartbeat through the small gasps you were taking.

Six

However, the fog became heavier and heavier. It was making things much harder to see than hear. You wanted to scream, let everything out of you. You wanted to crumble into a little ball, weeping softly where no one would hear you.

Seven

Your head starts pounding, drops of sweat forming on your forehead. You hear twigs snapping, turning around in impulse, you trip over as you walk backwards.

Eight

You tumble, rolling down the ground like a barrel. Leaves and twigs and anything sharp were scratching the hell out of you. It felt like miniature bullet ants just biting your soft skin, so delicate, so predictable.

Nine

You stop abruptly, hitting your head first on a very thick tree stump and your stomach in pain. You wheeze, feeling every part of you go numb. You feel liquid trickling down, a patch of your forehead bleeding, seeping into the ground. You look up, seeing wide and long branches stretching and twisting. Dark leaves forested the whole tree.

Ten

Letting out a shaky breath, you try to get up using the remaining strength you have, but you're tired. Too tired. Your head rolls onto the left side of your shoulder, you find quite a large hole just next to the tree. You inch closer, using your arm to haul you to it.

You let out a strangled cry. You never expected to see this. Her mouth was agape open, dried blood flowed from it before. Her skin was colourless, her body was lifeless. Those black eyes that used to cherish recollections now vanished. That one smile where no one forgets was no longer moving. And her happiness faded.

"Jisoo..." you mutter, fat tears forming as they drip down your red, abraded cheeks. You choke a sob, towing yourself even closer, grazing her cold chalk-white hands.

As your hand grips hers, you feel something large. Jisoo's fingers were wrapped around something as you manage to get it. Your eyes broaden in shock. It was an Autumn Apple. The very same one Jin was going to give you a whole basket of.

Your breathing slows down, head on the ground, your eyelids shutting down in the count of three.

And behind you was a very happy Jin.

Hollow Love

Jimin x Fem!Reader 

Summary - Deep underground inside a government funded lab you’ve been working on something you shouldn’t. The thirst for creation and control right under your fingertips, you decide the time for human trials is now. The team is hesitant but with funding threatening to run out you refuse to stop until you’ve created the ultimate weapon. You’ve been playing God for too long so it’s only natural your newest experiment is about to backfire.

Genre - Yandere/Horror (Hollow Man AU) 

Warnings - Yandere themes, horror themes, animal testing, medical and human experimentation, mentions of past failed experiments, swearing, blood, agression, suggestive, kissing, death (minor characters only), reader is egotistical, etc etc

Word Count - 6.5K

A/N - This is part of the Fear Festival Collab hosted by @taetaecherub. I hope you like it and please check out the other writers' works! <3

    Pulling up to the undercover parking lot in your blue 1967 Jaguar E-Type Series I, you greet the guard at the front before swiping your ID card and driving to your assigned spot. One of the lights is dancing against the grey concrete as you make the short walk towards the elevator.

    “All the money put into this place and we still have flickering lights,” you muse under your breath. You shake your head as you step into the elevator, swipe your ID card again and press the down button. “Do I have to do everything around here?”

    The elevator hums as it starts its journey below. Today is an important day and you won’t let anything or anyone ruin your vibe. The team doesn’t know it yet, but today you plan to start human testing.

    The doors ping open, revealing the underground lab while that familiar hospital smell hits you. Chemicals. Unlike the dirty world above you, everything is clean. White. Pristine. No flickering lights down here, only the newest technology and the best team this side of the equator.

    Five years of research and testing had finally led you to this moment. Five years and countless dead rats, all a sacrifice to the greater good. You didn’t like harming animals but in the name of science you did what was necessary. In this lab you are God and those who don’t bend to your will pay the price.

    But you don’t like to dwell on the mishaps.

    Stage two had been quicker, with a bleeding heart vet on your team there wasn’t much room for failure if you wanted to keep the tests going. Not that she could shut you down, no one could, but if you wanted the best you needed to be the best and that’s just what you are.

    “Good morning,” one of the techs says as you round the corner towards the operating room. Which one was it? Did it matter? Tech one and tech two did their jobs without complaint and that’s something to be admired.

    “Is everything set up?”

    “Everything is set up and Chi-Ki is ready to go, we’re just waiting for you.”

    The gorilla. They named her. They named them all. You don’t really see the point in names. With so many it's hard to keep track of them all and it tends to clutter your brain. That’s something you don’t need. But you let them have their little wins – it keeps them happy.

    “Morning boss."

    He walks in with a smile. Jimin. The one who wouldn’t let you forget who he was. Drilling it into your head every day until you finally remembered it. He was not only one of the most promising physicists in his field, but he was also something of a computer genius. It came as no surprise when he asked to join your team last year when there was an opening. An unfortunate accident, one separate from the lab.

    You nod and he continues, “You look dazzling today as per usual.”

    “Yes, I know,” you offer, walking past him towards the cleaning station. The scalding hot water causes you to wince and pull back as one of the technicians (what the fuck was his name again?) apologises. By the time you're suited up everyone else is already inside the room waiting for you.

    Two technicians, one female and one male, stand next to what appears to be an empty hospital bed with a few wires woven across the sheets connecting a heart monitor that’s beating at a regular pace. Thick black straps hover above the operating table, rising and lowering about an inch every two seconds or so.

    Jimin hands you a pair of thermal infrared glasses which you slide on to reveal the heat signature of Chi-Ki laying back against the bed, a bed which will soon be used as an operating table. The vet wanted the gorilla to feel at ease, to be comfortable. As long as she does her job you can humour her with the comfort of the beast. Even now she is whispering soothing words of encouragement to the gorilla as the others fawn over it, checking to make sure all its stats are in order.

    At this point you were only able to make it to 48 hours before the change had to be reversed. Being invisible had some interesting side effects that needed to be ironed out. The aggression was something you hadn’t expected. The improved motor skills was a pleasant surprise, one that the government would no doubt buy in to. This was your life’s work after all so why shouldn’t you be paid for it accordingly?

    If you could just get the side effects to straighten themselves out, you could have the subjects stay in their concealed state a little longer. It would be easier to understand what was happening once you could talk to the subject. You needed to start human testing.

    “Hello, this is God speaking,” a voice over the intercom interjects over the fuss of the room, eliciting a snicker from the tech with the long, thick hair. Hair that you had fought with her over. This is a lab, not a beauty school. She secures it to the nape of her neck when she notices your stare.

    The mousy scientist in the glass box overseeing the operation room above you likes to make his opinion on what you’re doing here known on a daily basis, starting up with his nonsense once more, “Since this is kind of my domain as, you know, God, I feel it’s my responsibility to remind you yet again that this is not the natural order of things.”

    “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m God, not you.” Ignoring the silence in the room you slide off your glasses, tossing them towards Jimin who catches them midair, before gesturing towards the bed. “Let’s hurry up and make sure it works. Get us a vein.”

    The vet ties a tourniquet around an empty space which you assume is the gorilla's arm while the female tech hands her a bottle of spray paint (animal friendly of course) which she sprays across the animal’s arm. Purple paint glistens, hovering above the empty bed as she smacks the spot below it a few times to reveal a plump vein.

    “Vein’s prepped.”

    The male tech secures the neon orange substance to the thick needle, pulling back on the apparatus to push the serum into the waiting slot. He moves towards the gorilla before you clear your throat. Lips pursed and brow raised, you hold out your hand. He relents, handing you the serum with a tight smile. Holding the needle with two hands, you inject the liquid into the gorilla's vein with minimal resistance.

    “Injection occurred at zero eight forty-seven,” Jimin notates behind you as you untie the tourniquet and step back to watch the neon substance travel up towards the heart before pumping out towards the other veins inside the creature's body.

    “Elevated heartbeat,” the vet says as the anxious animal's nervous system hovers above the bed, continuing to spread out across the expanse of the gorilla's body.

    “Bioelectric energy and quantum shift indicators are stable,” the mouse man adds from above as the spine becomes visible quickly followed by the brain stem and then the brain itself.

    “It’s working – it’s actually working.”

    “Of course it is.”

    The gorilla roars, interrupting your triumph.

    “Heart rates up. She’s scared,” the vet says as the monitor spits out high-pitched tones. “It’s okay, baby.”

    “Subject began manifesting almost immediately, protocols acting quickly,” you say as muscles start forming all while the monitors chirp in the background.

    “Blood pressure is crashing! Her pulse is high.” The gorilla growls, rocking back and forth in an attempt to break free from her constraints, the previous sedative wearing off due to the pain. The troubled sounds are familiar, yet still cause your flesh to break out in goosebumps as the beast increases the intensity of her cries. “It’s her heart.”

    “I got an erratic heartbeat,” the mouse adds as if the whole team down here can’t already hear the monitors freaking out. “Activities going through the roof.”

    “She’s going into cardiac arrest!"

    “Get the defib!” The techs grab the defibrillator as the ribs start to curl around the gorilla's body.

    “Flat line! We’re losing her.”

    “No we’re not,” you say softly. “Hit her!”

    Sliding gel across the paddles, one of the techs yells out, “Clear!”

    A heartbeat flashes across the monitor before it flatlines once more. “Again.”

    “Clear!”

    The muscles are now almost completely formed as you yell, “Again!”

    “Wait! No, we got it,” the vet says pushing the team back with the side of her arm. The heartbeat flickers back on the monitor as the team surveys the scene. “Still erratic… but… it’s stabilising!”

    The techs smile at each other as skin and fur start to spread across the gorilla who sighs, resting back against the bed. It worked.

    Of course it did.

    “Brain activity returning to normal,” the mouse says from his little glass room above you. “Quantum signatures are stable.”

    “Welcome back, Chi-Ki,” Jimin says, beaming over at you as the rest of the team erupts out in cheers. “You did it.”

    “Of course I did. I don’t know how to lose.”

    Later that day while sipping on a cup of last night's leftover coffee for a much needed pick me up, you look over the data when you hear the echoing tap of footfalls from down the corridor. It’s Jimin.

    “Thirsty?”

    “Obviously,” you say between sips, not bothering to look up from the paperwork. “Why would I drink this putrid shit if it wasn’t an emergency?”

    “You need to get out more. We could go grab something to eat?”

    That gets your attention. You glance over at him – he’s grinning from ear to ear, all teeth and cheeks. It’s almost infectious. Almost.

    “I don’t–"

    Before you can finish you’re interrupted by the boisterous chatter of the rest of the team walking into the room. They congratulate you as they all file in with a bottle of wine in hand.

    “Come on, boss. You can’t celebrate with that,” one of the techs says pointing towards your drink.

    “We should go out but we know you wouldn’t want to so we brought the celebration to you.”

    “Celebrate?” You toss the paperwork onto the table and stand up, your hands slamming down against the cool surface as you stare across the room at the others. “Exactly what is there to celebrate?” The techs exchange glances, one of them slides the wine into the fridge. “We need to move onto stage three.”

    “Stage three?”

    “Yes, we need to start human trials.”

    “Isn’t that a bit fast?”

    “I want to know what it’s like. I need to know. I have to know how it feels,” you say, holding your hands up. Brushing your thumbs against your fingers you wonder if it will feel the same once you’re invisible. Will everything feel the same? It’s been nagging at the back of your mind since you started stage one.

    “You want to be the subject?” The mousy one narrows his eyes, shaking his head as he motions to the tech beside him. “A little help here?”

    “What, are you a guinea pig?” the tech jokes.

    “If I’m the ‘guinea pig’, as you so eloquently put it, you can blame anything that goes wrong on me,” you answer with a shrug.

    “Moving this fast is bad science no matter who the guinea pig is,” Jimin says. “This is ridiculous and I won’t let you do it.”

    “Let me?” you ask, raising your brow and squaring your shoulders as you take a step towards him. “And how do you plan to stop me?”

    “You think I can’t?” He matches your stance leaning close. “Go ahead and try me.”

    “You don’t think I can’t replace you in an instant?”

    “I’ll not so easily be replaced,” he says, a look of determination you’ve seen many times flashing across his eyes and settling into his stance as he leans in closer. “Just try and get rid of me, boss. See what happens.”

    “Come on guys, let’s not fight,” the mouse says as the male tech places his arm between you and Jimin, breaking the moment of defiance.

    “I want to start right away,” you begin before the room erupts into a chaos of indistinguishable words and incoherent sounds. Raising your voice, you continue, “And I don’t need anyone's permission. In fact, I don’t need anyone to help me, but I would appreciate it if you did.”

    “There’s no way anyone is agreeing to this.”

    “I mean, Jimin, can we really stop her?” the mouse asks.

    “It’s better to have people in the room with her if she’s going to act crazy like this,” the female tech adds, her hair feathered out across her shoulders.

    “I don’t think this is a good idea.” The vet bites her lip looking at each of the people in the room before continuing, “but it will be dangerous to do it alone.”

    “Are you serious?” Jimin asks, his fists clenched. “Or are you all fucking stupid? Wasn’t it you Doc who brought up how aggressive Chi-Ki became the longer she was invisible? And what about Cotton? Remember what he did to you?"

    “That wasn’t his fault!” the vet hollers the words before catching herself. “I mean, he’s just an animal.”

    “I’m not putting this on them. I know he didn’t mean it, Doc. It’s not the animals – it’s the serum. Doesn’t anyone see an issue here? Am I the only sane person left on this God forsaken team?” Jimin looks around the room incredulously. “Are you really going to let this happen?”

    “No, we–”

    “Then we’ll just have to make sure you bring me back before I get to that point,” you say, standing up. “I’ve looked over the data and it checks out. I want to start human trials and I want to start them tonight.”

    Ignoring Jimin’s protests, you lead the team back to the operation room, yelling out orders over your shoulder as excitement starts to trickle across your skin. It’s about to happen. After five years of watching lower beasts disappear and reappear you can finally try it out yourself. You are about to do something that no one else in the vast history of humankind has ever even attempted before. You are about to become immortal. Everyone will know your name, you will live on forever through this one act. You will become the first and everyone always remembers their first.

    One of the techs grabs the vial with the blue serum and connects it to the needle with a sigh before turning towards you as the other tech starts to strap you in. Jimin pushes her out of the way, quickly unbuckling the strap before loosening his own tie. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and says, “I’ll do it. Let me do it.”

    “What?”

    “It’s ridiculous to have you test it.” He holds up a hand before continuing, “What if something goes wrong? We need you to make sure it works first, then you can try it.”

    “It’s not about trying it,” you mutter as he pulls you up, his fingers lingering against your wrist for a moment before he slips off his undershirt and jumps up on the operating chair. It’s a hideous shade of brown, something akin to what you might have found in an old decrepit school lost to the past. All the other ‘operating tables’ (call a spade a spade, they were beds, of the finest quality) were being used by other subjects. “Are you sure about this? What if something goes wrong?”

    “Don’t jinx me, boss,” he says with a grin as he wriggles out of his pants with a wink. “Don’t get shy on me now. Strap me in.”

    Once he’s secured, the vet gets his vein ready and the serum is handed to you. You look around the room, everyone is silent. They’re waiting on you. Jimin gives you a nod.

    You inject the serum.

    “Injection administered at nineteen twenty-three. Feel anything?”

    “No. Nothing.”

    “Vitals are stable.”

    “Recheck the–”

    The heart monitor picks up in pace as Jimin arches in pain, a grimace across his face. “I was hoping it wouldn't hurt this much,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

    Gasping, your mouth falls open. You’ve seen it before–albeit on animals, not on a human–but it still leaves you bewildered. It’s breathtaking. Flawless skin peeling back to reveal muscle. No, not peeling. Disappearing, as if ceasing to exist. You’ve never really looked at Jimin before, not enough to notice just how perfect his skin truly is. It’s almost a shame.

    “Brainwaves are spiking"—the voice of doom from above pulls you out of your thoughts—"on the verge of seizure.”

    “Pulse is climbing. 165. 170.”

    “Blood pressure is 180 over 110,” the vet says, looking over her shoulder at you with narrowed eyes as if this is somehow all your fault. “He’s gonna blow out his heart.”

    “Grab the paddles,” you order, your fingers sliding across the skin of Jimin’s arm which is now completely transparent, the muscles beneath on vivid display. He groans, tossing his head back and forth, his features scrunching up.

    “Bioelectric in the red,” the voice of doom is back but you hardly notice, instead your attention is on the way your hands dance across firm flesh that doesn’t appear to be there. You can feel his arm under your fingertips but as the muscles start to fade away there’s less space between what you can feel and what you can see.

    “Pulse is 180 and holding,” the vet says.

    You look back up to Jimin's face and realise he’s stopped thrashing about, his eyes (or rather his eyeballs which are hovering in the air as his facial muscles pull back, leaving a clear view of the nerves around them) are facing you. Still and quiet, he’s calm as you share a knowing look:

    You’re making history. You’re changing the world.

    “Pulse is dropping. 170. 160. 150. All vitals are dropping back to normal.” Interlocking your fingers with Jimin's, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you let yourself get swept up in the utter insanity of the moment. Who else can say they’ve felt what you’re feeling right now? “Pulse is 110. Blood pressure 130 over 75.”

    “Quantum readings normal. Electrical activity is stabilising.”

    “You’re the first, Jimin,” you whisper, trying to ignore that nagging feeling of envy gurgling deep within and instead start to loosen the constraints on his wrists. “What does it feel like?”

    “It’s nice,” he mutters. After a few moments of silence you realise he’s passed out. Clicking your tongue you give him a pat on his arm. It’s okay for now, you’ll let him rest – he’s been through a lot. You have plenty of time to ask questions when he wakes up.

    “We did it!” one of the techs says, his hand held up waiting for you to reciprocate. The sound of skin on skin is followed by a gasp from behind. Turning, you’re accosted by the rest of the team, even Mouse has come down from his room to congratulate you. They stare at you, their eyes fluttering from you to the tech before they continue with their conversations.

    “I can’t believe it actually worked,” the vet says, hooking up fluids to Jimin as Mouse throws a blanket over him. “It was touch and go there for a minute, wasn’t it?”

    “Yes,” you agree, watching the way the soft material raises and lowers as if something is under it, and you know there is. Each inhale lifts the blanket before it drops back with each exhale. It’s hypnotic.

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    Later that night you’re woken by an animalistic wail and the sound of shattered glass as you snap up from the table you were slumped over. One of the animals? But they’re so far away. No. Not one of them.

    “Jimin?” You press the call button to allow your voice to travel the small distance to the next room over separated by a thick plexiglass. He was moved to the observation room after a few hours of solid rest. You must have fallen asleep while you were keeping an eye over him. "Was that you?”

    Now where did you put the infrared glasses?

    “My eyelids. They’re transparent. I can’t close them.”

    “Oh.” Because of course they are. Why hadn’t you thought of that? Obviously they are. You dim the lights in his room to the lowest setting before digging into your bag and pulling out a pair of sunglasses. You jog over to the door. Opening it, the hinges let out a wispy creak as you hold them out. “Try this.”

    A shadow walks towards you and you almost yell out before you realise it’s Jimin. Well, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His fingers are cold as they swoop the glasses out of your hand before sliding them onto his head. They hover and you can’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of the image.

    “What?”

    “It’s just… there’s nothing. They’re floating.”

    “I’m still here you know,” he says, his voice low as he walks over to the mirror. It’s too dark to see much so you turn on the light from your phone to illuminate the room. “Huh.”

    “It’s weird, right?” you ask and he starts to laugh, the chequered blanket shaking as he does so. “We’ll get used to it.”

    “I hope not,” he says, walking back towards the doorway. “I don’t plan to stay like this for long.”

    “Right. Of course.” He drops the blanket and glasses with a chuckle. “Jimin?” Backing out of the room, you turn your head towards what sounds like breathing before snapping your head towards a chuckle. “This isn’t funny.”

    Something grazes the small of your back but by the time you turn, you hear him whistling from the space you had just been looking at. Clenching your fists, you turn again and stick your hands out in front of you. You spin a few times, arms splayed but feel nothing.

    “Where are you?”

    “I’m behind you,” he whispers next to your ear but when you reach out he’s already moved. “You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

    “I’m not angry,” you pant, slicing out your hands in a feeble attempt to catch him. When he tuts, you continue, “I’m not. I’m frustrated. There’s a difference.”

    “Then I guess you’re cute when you’re frustrated,” he says, his fingers sliding up your arm. This time when you reach out for him your fingers clasp around his wrist.

    “Got you!”

    “Yeah, I guess you do,” he whispers, his lips brushing up against your neck.

    Lifting your arm, your fingers brush back against his silky hair as his arms circle your chest. Frowning, you try to remember what colour his hair is before you’re lifted up. A surprised gasp exits your lips as your legs dangle under you. Was Jimin always this strong? Is this a side effect?

    “We need to run tests. We–"

    The words are cut off by his lips on yours. It’s otherworldly. Like kissing a ghost, only this ghost is still very much alive. When your eyes flicker open you see nothing, only the other side of the hall, a white wall with nothing adorning it except for the fire extinguisher a few metres to your left.

    Is it because you can’t see him? The kiss itself is electric, your whole body feels like it’s on fire as your back slams against the wall, your leg curling around his waist as you lean into the kiss, deepening it. His fingers snake inside your blouse, his fingers dancing across your skin as you arch back with a moan.

    “What’s going on?” It’s the vet.

    “Nothing.” You push back against Jimin and straighten your blouse, tucking it back into your skirt.

    “I don’t think it’s advisable to do anything that might get Jimin’s heart rate up until we run a few more tests.”

    “Of course,” you respond with a tight smile. Ignoring the heat flooding across your cheeks you motion towards the doorway. “We also need to dim the lights throughout the facility. Can you have someone do that?”

                              ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

    “Nothing’s happening. Why isn’t it working?”

    After hours of testing, questionnaires and experiments, you were back in the operation room. The same formula that worked to bring Chi-Ki back from her bout of invisibility had brought Jimin what he described as liquid lava running across his skin and an outline of what looked like bone fragments scattered across the operating table before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.

    “I don’t know. It’s probably a flaw in the biological makeup between the two species. It must not be as simple as we thought it would be.”

    “Then why did it work in the first place?” you groan, bent over the data from the previous successes. “What was different from the initial serum compared to this one?”

    “This is why I didn’t want you to do this on yourself." The floating sunglasses are now accompanied with a pair of baby blue scrubs.

    “We shouldn’t have tried it on anyone. It wasn’t ready for human testing.”

    “Well, actually, it did work…”

    “It only works if we can get the subject back from their invisible state,” you say, rubbing your eyes before stretching out your neck.

    “Subject?” The sombre word is muttered. You ignore it, that and the look the vet sends your way as you continue to scour the data. There’s something you missed. You need to figure it out.

    “Well, we better figure it out quickly. I think it was irresponsible not to talk about the possible side effects before we went ahead with this,” the vet says, pushing her chair back to stand. She walks over to the small fridge on the other side of the room and fishes out a beer. The clink of the can as she opens it has you salivating. “The other ‘subjects’ showed obvious signs of aggression when kept in this form for too long. We don’t have long if we want–"

    “Thank you, Doc. I appreciate the obvious observation that I’m sure everyone in the room is currently worried about. Why don’t you stick to looking after the animals and leave the science to the scientists?” The room is silent. Raising a brow, you dare her to say something else. When she shrugs and offers a taut smile, you continue to the rest of the team, “Go on then. We don’t have time to waste. Go figure it out.”

    One by one they stand and start to file out of the room until you’re alone. Maybe. If the abandoned scrubs on the ground are anything to go by. Sighing, you lean across the table for the infrared glasses. Before you can put them on you feel fingers massaging your shoulders.

    “I didn’t take you for someone who would enjoy being sans clothes as much as you seem to.”

    “It’s fun. I can be anywhere and no one knows. It’s exhilarating.”

    “I bet.”

    “No need to stress out on my behalf,” Jimin says as his thumbs dig into your tight neck muscles. You wince. “It’s not that bad really. Don’t worry about me – I’m still feeling fine.”

    “I’m glad you are fine, Jimin, but I’m not actually worried about you,” you say, shrugging your shoulders to get him to stop. “I’m worried about the experiment. I’m anxious to get this to work. I hate that it isn’t working.”

    “Oh.”

    “I feel like a fool. I don’t know what I’ve missed but it’s really fucking annoying. You know?” Jimin hums an affirmation. “I need to be alone. I need to figure this out. Those idiots won’t be able to do this themselves. It’s something I need to figure out on my own. Can you go?”

    “Sure. Yeah,” he says, his voice small. As he walks out the door you hear him mutter something about being a scientist as well. It’s not a problem you need to think about right now. The data isn’t helping. Something is wrong. Something isn’t right.

    “Fuck!” What is it? What did you do wrong? Throwing the paperwork across the table you let it scatter across the floor and start to pace around the room. A cough interrupts your thoughts. “What now, Jimin–”

    “Not Jimin,” one of the techs says with a shrug. He’s holding an iced coffee. How long had you been stuck in an endless loop of staring at data with nothing to show for it? The coffee shop is close to the lab but still. As if you’re trying to hold water with your hands, it’s slipping through your fingers, time is passing you by. “I thought you might need one of these.”

    “Oh God, yes,” you say, jogging over to him. The cold liquid is like a drug; with just one sip you can feel it pumping through your veins, bringing you back to life. “You’re a lifesaver.”

    “I figured it’s the least I can do,” he says, with a lopsided smile. “I mean it’s not like Jimin could go get it in his state.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Well, we wouldn’t want to raise any questions with the way he looks,” he says, with a chuckle. When your frown deepens, he continues. “Well, Jimin usually gets you your coffee.”

    “Does he?” Now that you think about it, it does feel like something he does. “Yeah, right. Wouldn’t want to scare anyone up there. Can you imagine?”

    “It would be hilarious.”

    “It would though, wouldn’t it?” Imagining the shocked faces as Jimin tries to order an iced coffee has you cracking up. The male tech quickly joins in.

    “Well, I guess I better leave you to it…” His words fade away as he looks back over his shoulder down at his hand which you have encircled with your own. “Is something wrong?”

    “I just wanted to see what it felt like. It’s been awhile,” you say, pulling your hand back. “I wanted to test something. I wanted to see if it was so very different from someone who’s invisible.”

    “Invisible? Oh.” He turns back, a smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. “And just what did you do with said invisible individual?”

    “Nothing.”

    “Nothing?”

    “Not much,” you say sipping on your iced coffee, the condensation starting to trickle down your fingers.

    “Like this?” He holds up his hand and you take the cue to interlock your fingers together. “Does it feel different?”

    “It feels cold. But it’s probably because of the drink.” He nods in agreement as he places your coffee down on the table.

    “What else?”

    “Hmm? Oh, just this,” you say sliding your fingers through his hair, your face mere inches from his. Right as you’re about to pull back you hear what sounds like a metal platter fall to the ground. You both rush out into the hall but there’s nothing there except a steel table that’s toppled over. “That’s weird.”

    The tech puts on a pair of infrared glasses and looks up and down the hall before shaking his head. “He’s not here.”

    “Well, I’m sure it didn’t fall by itself.”

    As you're putting it back to its original position you hear a scream from further within the lab. The tech looks at you for a moment before running in the direction of the yell. You follow. As you round the corner you see the other tech on the ground, she’s holding her left elbow.

    “What happened?”

    “Jimin pushed me.”

    “How do you know it was Jimin?” the male tech asks.

    “Who else? Someone came through here muttering under their breath and when I turned to see who it was I was pushed aside. I slammed my elbow against the wall. There was no one there. It had to be him,” she says as the vet and Mouse come running over.

    As she explains what happened you grab the infrared glasses from the male tech. Looking around you count the heat spots. Tech one. Tech two. Mouse. Vet. And someone else.

    “Let’s get her to the medical bay,” you say, as you take the glasses off. You point towards the mouse and the tech. “And you two go and see if you can find Jimin.”

    As the others disappear down the hall, you pull the glasses back on. He’s still here.

    “Are you two together?”

    “What makes you think what?”

    “How long have you been fucking him?” Jimin’s voice is laced with venom.

    “Does it matter if I had?”

    “You belong to me.”

    “No, I don’t. You think I owe you something? I don’t owe you anything.” You start to turn but fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “Let me go.”

    “You think I’ll let you run off to your boyfriend like a little whore?” His grip tightens and you wince, pushing back against his chest as you try to dislodge him.

    “As if I would. I’m not interested in him anymore than I’m interested in you. You’re both beneath me!”

    “You ungrateful bitch,” he says, lifting you up and tossing you like you're a frisbee. You crash against the other side of the hall with a crunch before crying out as pain radiates out from your hip. A hand pats your hair before gripping the side of your head and smacking you back against the wall. Your brain rattles inside your head as he cracks the back of your head against the cold ground again. As your vision blurs he says, “Shh. Hush baby. I’m doing this for us. This is how much I love you.”

    Once more blow against the wall and everything fades to black.

                              ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

    Pain. No, not pain, agony. Agony wakes you. Blood drips down the back of your head as a musical of misery spasms within your brain. Reaching out towards the wall you push yourself up as your head pounds insistent and consistent, a song that’s offkey. Swaying on your feet you stick to the wall as you make your way down towards the medical bay.

    The lights are buzzing and the hallway is spinning, but it’s empty. At least as far as you can tell. You edge along the corridor until you see the plaque that reads Medical. Pushing the door ajar you slump to the ground and ease yourself inside. Why is your body so heavy?

    “Hello?” The word is foreign-sounding, as if it came from far away, from someone else. Coughing, you say it again as you crawl along the ground until your fingers feel something slick under them. Frowning as you inspect the maroon substance, you pull your fingers close to your face. Copper. It’s blood.

    Taking a deep breath you try to clear your head as you look further into the room. There’s a puddle of blood in the middle of the room next to what you assume was tech one. Her long hair is matted crimson, her face unrecognisable, concaved into itself. As you climb up the wall you notice the vet on the far side of the room, her face is stretched out in supernatural proportions, pulled into an eternal howl of despair. Like the painting. Forever screaming.

    There’s no point trying to see if the others are still alive. You don’t really care if they are or not anyway. If it’s fight or flight, you will always choose flight. You won’t be stuck like some stupid horror movie herione left to fight the villain by yourself as the people around you are picked off one by one.

    Using the walls for support you fumble your way back towards the main hall. The elevator is within view when you hear footsteps coming from behind you. Looking back you see nothing and scold yourself for not remembering the infrared glasses. Tears well up in your eyes both from pain and stress. You need to make a run for it.

    Searing pain slices up your side from your hip as you hobble down the hall as fast as you’re able towards the elevator, your heart beating erratic inside your head, adding to the song of agony now on repeat. Each step is torture. Each step brings you that much closer. You dare not look behind you. You wouldn’t see anything even if you did. He’s back there, you just can’t see him.

    Pressing the down button, you stain it red. It pings open. You lunge into the elevator with an anxious squawk as you slam your fingers against the close button. Panting, you press it repeatedly as you gulp down air. There’s not enough oxygen; you can’t breathe. The box starts to tick and you clench your fists into tight balls as the doors ease closed.

    Swallowing hard you look around the lift, your heart still racing. You strike your arms back and forth in the small space before a wave of relief settles into your bones. He’s not here. You’re safe. You’re okay. You’ve made it out.

    “Access denied.”

    “Excuse me?” The words are starting to sound more like your own. You push the up button again.

    “Access denied.”

    “The fuck? I’m your boss, you stupid machine!”

    The elevator doors open. It’s empty, but you know he’s there.

    “Jimin?”

    “Where are you trying to go, my love?” He’s messed with the access somehow. It should read your fingerprints or retina. He’s done something. “I’ll take you anywhere you need to go. I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”

    With each word his voice gets closer. Hopping back in an attempt to get away you end up wedged against the back of the elevator. “Jimin. I just want to go home. Please. I just want to rest and go home.”

    “But baby,” he whispers, his lips nuzzled up against your temple, “You are home.”

Hollow Love

Jimin x Fem!Reader 

Summary - Deep underground inside a government funded lab you’ve been working on something you shouldn’t. The thirst for creation and control right under your fingertips, you decide the time for human trials is now. The team is hesitant but with funding threatening to run out you refuse to stop until you’ve created the ultimate weapon. You’ve been playing God for too long so it’s only natural your newest experiment is about to backfire.

Genre - Yandere/Horror (Hollow Man AU) 

Warnings - Yandere themes, horror themes, animal testing, medical and human experimentation, mentions of past failed experiments, swearing, blood, agression, suggestive, kissing, death (minor characters only), reader is egotistical, etc etc

Word Count - 6.5K

A/N - This is part of the Fear Festival Collab hosted by @taetaecherub. I hope you like it and please check out the other writers' works! <3

    Pulling up to the undercover parking lot in your blue 1967 Jaguar E-Type Series I, you greet the guard at the front before swiping your ID card and driving to your assigned spot. One of the lights is dancing against the grey concrete as you make the short walk towards the elevator.

    “All the money put into this place and we still have flickering lights,” you muse under your breath. You shake your head as you step into the elevator, swipe your ID card again and press the down button. “Do I have to do everything around here?”

    The elevator hums as it starts its journey below. Today is an important day and you won’t let anything or anyone ruin your vibe. The team doesn’t know it yet, but today you plan to start human testing.

    The doors ping open, revealing the underground lab while that familiar hospital smell hits you. Chemicals. Unlike the dirty world above you, everything is clean. White. Pristine. No flickering lights down here, only the newest technology and the best team this side of the equator.

    Five years of research and testing had finally led you to this moment. Five years and countless dead rats, all a sacrifice to the greater good. You didn’t like harming animals but in the name of science you did what was necessary. In this lab you are God and those who don’t bend to your will pay the price.

    But you don’t like to dwell on the mishaps.

    Stage two had been quicker, with a bleeding heart vet on your team there wasn’t much room for failure if you wanted to keep the tests going. Not that she could shut you down, no one could, but if you wanted the best you needed to be the best and that’s just what you are.

    “Good morning,” one of the techs says as you round the corner towards the operating room. Which one was it? Did it matter? Tech one and tech two did their jobs without complaint and that’s something to be admired.

    “Is everything set up?”

    “Everything is set up and Chi-Ki is ready to go, we’re just waiting for you.”

    The gorilla. They named her. They named them all. You don’t really see the point in names. With so many it's hard to keep track of them all and it tends to clutter your brain. That’s something you don’t need. But you let them have their little wins – it keeps them happy.

    “Morning boss."

    He walks in with a smile. Jimin. The one who wouldn’t let you forget who he was. Drilling it into your head every day until you finally remembered it. He was not only one of the most promising physicists in his field, but he was also something of a computer genius. It came as no surprise when he asked to join your team last year when there was an opening. An unfortunate accident, one separate from the lab.

    You nod and he continues, “You look dazzling today as per usual.”

    “Yes, I know,” you offer, walking past him towards the cleaning station. The scalding hot water causes you to wince and pull back as one of the technicians (what the fuck was his name again?) apologises. By the time you're suited up everyone else is already inside the room waiting for you.

    Two technicians, one female and one male, stand next to what appears to be an empty hospital bed with a few wires woven across the sheets connecting a heart monitor that’s beating at a regular pace. Thick black straps hover above the operating table, rising and lowering about an inch every two seconds or so.

    Jimin hands you a pair of thermal infrared glasses which you slide on to reveal the heat signature of Chi-Ki laying back against the bed, a bed which will soon be used as an operating table. The vet wanted the gorilla to feel at ease, to be comfortable. As long as she does her job you can humour her with the comfort of the beast. Even now she is whispering soothing words of encouragement to the gorilla as the others fawn over it, checking to make sure all its stats are in order.

    At this point you were only able to make it to 48 hours before the change had to be reversed. Being invisible had some interesting side effects that needed to be ironed out. The aggression was something you hadn’t expected. The improved motor skills was a pleasant surprise, one that the government would no doubt buy in to. This was your life’s work after all so why shouldn’t you be paid for it accordingly?

    If you could just get the side effects to straighten themselves out, you could have the subjects stay in their concealed state a little longer. It would be easier to understand what was happening once you could talk to the subject. You needed to start human testing.

    “Hello, this is God speaking,” a voice over the intercom interjects over the fuss of the room, eliciting a snicker from the tech with the long, thick hair. Hair that you had fought with her over. This is a lab, not a beauty school. She secures it to the nape of her neck when she notices your stare.

    The mousy scientist in the glass box overseeing the operation room above you likes to make his opinion on what you’re doing here known on a daily basis, starting up with his nonsense once more, “Since this is kind of my domain as, you know, God, I feel it’s my responsibility to remind you yet again that this is not the natural order of things.”

    “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m God, not you.” Ignoring the silence in the room you slide off your glasses, tossing them towards Jimin who catches them midair, before gesturing towards the bed. “Let’s hurry up and make sure it works. Get us a vein.”

    The vet ties a tourniquet around an empty space which you assume is the gorilla's arm while the female tech hands her a bottle of spray paint (animal friendly of course) which she sprays across the animal’s arm. Purple paint glistens, hovering above the empty bed as she smacks the spot below it a few times to reveal a plump vein.

    “Vein’s prepped.”

    The male tech secures the neon orange substance to the thick needle, pulling back on the apparatus to push the serum into the waiting slot. He moves towards the gorilla before you clear your throat. Lips pursed and brow raised, you hold out your hand. He relents, handing you the serum with a tight smile. Holding the needle with two hands, you inject the liquid into the gorilla's vein with minimal resistance.

    “Injection occurred at zero eight forty-seven,” Jimin notates behind you as you untie the tourniquet and step back to watch the neon substance travel up towards the heart before pumping out towards the other veins inside the creature's body.

    “Elevated heartbeat,” the vet says as the anxious animal's nervous system hovers above the bed, continuing to spread out across the expanse of the gorilla's body.

    “Bioelectric energy and quantum shift indicators are stable,” the mouse man adds from above as the spine becomes visible quickly followed by the brain stem and then the brain itself.

    “It’s working – it’s actually working.”

    “Of course it is.”

    The gorilla roars, interrupting your triumph.

    “Heart rates up. She’s scared,” the vet says as the monitor spits out high-pitched tones. “It’s okay, baby.”

    “Subject began manifesting almost immediately, protocols acting quickly,” you say as muscles start forming all while the monitors chirp in the background.

    “Blood pressure is crashing! Her pulse is high.” The gorilla growls, rocking back and forth in an attempt to break free from her constraints, the previous sedative wearing off due to the pain. The troubled sounds are familiar, yet still cause your flesh to break out in goosebumps as the beast increases the intensity of her cries. “It’s her heart.”

    “I got an erratic heartbeat,” the mouse adds as if the whole team down here can’t already hear the monitors freaking out. “Activities going through the roof.”

    “She’s going into cardiac arrest!"

    “Get the defib!” The techs grab the defibrillator as the ribs start to curl around the gorilla's body.

    “Flat line! We’re losing her.”

    “No we’re not,” you say softly. “Hit her!”

    Sliding gel across the paddles, one of the techs yells out, “Clear!”

    A heartbeat flashes across the monitor before it flatlines once more. “Again.”

    “Clear!”

    The muscles are now almost completely formed as you yell, “Again!”

    “Wait! No, we got it,” the vet says pushing the team back with the side of her arm. The heartbeat flickers back on the monitor as the team surveys the scene. “Still erratic… but… it’s stabilising!”

    The techs smile at each other as skin and fur start to spread across the gorilla who sighs, resting back against the bed. It worked.

    Of course it did.

    “Brain activity returning to normal,” the mouse says from his little glass room above you. “Quantum signatures are stable.”

    “Welcome back, Chi-Ki,” Jimin says, beaming over at you as the rest of the team erupts out in cheers. “You did it.”

    “Of course I did. I don’t know how to lose.”

    Later that day while sipping on a cup of last night's leftover coffee for a much needed pick me up, you look over the data when you hear the echoing tap of footfalls from down the corridor. It’s Jimin.

    “Thirsty?”

    “Obviously,” you say between sips, not bothering to look up from the paperwork. “Why would I drink this putrid shit if it wasn’t an emergency?”

    “You need to get out more. We could go grab something to eat?”

    That gets your attention. You glance over at him – he’s grinning from ear to ear, all teeth and cheeks. It’s almost infectious. Almost.

    “I don’t–"

    Before you can finish you’re interrupted by the boisterous chatter of the rest of the team walking into the room. They congratulate you as they all file in with a bottle of wine in hand.

    “Come on, boss. You can’t celebrate with that,” one of the techs says pointing towards your drink.

    “We should go out but we know you wouldn’t want to so we brought the celebration to you.”

    “Celebrate?” You toss the paperwork onto the table and stand up, your hands slamming down against the cool surface as you stare across the room at the others. “Exactly what is there to celebrate?” The techs exchange glances, one of them slides the wine into the fridge. “We need to move onto stage three.”

    “Stage three?”

    “Yes, we need to start human trials.”

    “Isn’t that a bit fast?”

    “I want to know what it’s like. I need to know. I have to know how it feels,” you say, holding your hands up. Brushing your thumbs against your fingers you wonder if it will feel the same once you’re invisible. Will everything feel the same? It’s been nagging at the back of your mind since you started stage one.

    “You want to be the subject?” The mousy one narrows his eyes, shaking his head as he motions to the tech beside him. “A little help here?”

    “What, are you a guinea pig?” the tech jokes.

    “If I’m the ‘guinea pig’, as you so eloquently put it, you can blame anything that goes wrong on me,” you answer with a shrug.

    “Moving this fast is bad science no matter who the guinea pig is,” Jimin says. “This is ridiculous and I won’t let you do it.”

    “Let me?” you ask, raising your brow and squaring your shoulders as you take a step towards him. “And how do you plan to stop me?”

    “You think I can’t?” He matches your stance leaning close. “Go ahead and try me.”

    “You don’t think I can’t replace you in an instant?”

    “I’ll not so easily be replaced,” he says, a look of determination you’ve seen many times flashing across his eyes and settling into his stance as he leans in closer. “Just try and get rid of me, boss. See what happens.”

    “Come on guys, let’s not fight,” the mouse says as the male tech places his arm between you and Jimin, breaking the moment of defiance.

    “I want to start right away,” you begin before the room erupts into a chaos of indistinguishable words and incoherent sounds. Raising your voice, you continue, “And I don’t need anyone's permission. In fact, I don’t need anyone to help me, but I would appreciate it if you did.”

    “There’s no way anyone is agreeing to this.”

    “I mean, Jimin, can we really stop her?” the mouse asks.

    “It’s better to have people in the room with her if she’s going to act crazy like this,” the female tech adds, her hair feathered out across her shoulders.

    “I don’t think this is a good idea.” The vet bites her lip looking at each of the people in the room before continuing, “but it will be dangerous to do it alone.”

    “Are you serious?” Jimin asks, his fists clenched. “Or are you all fucking stupid? Wasn’t it you Doc who brought up how aggressive Chi-Ki became the longer she was invisible? And what about Cotton? Remember what he did to you?"

    “That wasn’t his fault!” the vet hollers the words before catching herself. “I mean, he’s just an animal.”

    “I’m not putting this on them. I know he didn’t mean it, Doc. It’s not the animals – it’s the serum. Doesn’t anyone see an issue here? Am I the only sane person left on this God forsaken team?” Jimin looks around the room incredulously. “Are you really going to let this happen?”

    “No, we–”

    “Then we’ll just have to make sure you bring me back before I get to that point,” you say, standing up. “I’ve looked over the data and it checks out. I want to start human trials and I want to start them tonight.”

    Ignoring Jimin’s protests, you lead the team back to the operation room, yelling out orders over your shoulder as excitement starts to trickle across your skin. It’s about to happen. After five years of watching lower beasts disappear and reappear you can finally try it out yourself. You are about to do something that no one else in the vast history of humankind has ever even attempted before. You are about to become immortal. Everyone will know your name, you will live on forever through this one act. You will become the first and everyone always remembers their first.

    One of the techs grabs the vial with the blue serum and connects it to the needle with a sigh before turning towards you as the other tech starts to strap you in. Jimin pushes her out of the way, quickly unbuckling the strap before loosening his own tie. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and says, “I’ll do it. Let me do it.”

    “What?”

    “It’s ridiculous to have you test it.” He holds up a hand before continuing, “What if something goes wrong? We need you to make sure it works first, then you can try it.”

    “It’s not about trying it,” you mutter as he pulls you up, his fingers lingering against your wrist for a moment before he slips off his undershirt and jumps up on the operating chair. It’s a hideous shade of brown, something akin to what you might have found in an old decrepit school lost to the past. All the other ‘operating tables’ (call a spade a spade, they were beds, of the finest quality) were being used by other subjects. “Are you sure about this? What if something goes wrong?”

    “Don’t jinx me, boss,” he says with a grin as he wriggles out of his pants with a wink. “Don’t get shy on me now. Strap me in.”

    Once he’s secured, the vet gets his vein ready and the serum is handed to you. You look around the room, everyone is silent. They’re waiting on you. Jimin gives you a nod.

    You inject the serum.

    “Injection administered at nineteen twenty-three. Feel anything?”

    “No. Nothing.”

    “Vitals are stable.”

    “Recheck the–”

    The heart monitor picks up in pace as Jimin arches in pain, a grimace across his face. “I was hoping it wouldn't hurt this much,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

    Gasping, your mouth falls open. You’ve seen it before–albeit on animals, not on a human–but it still leaves you bewildered. It’s breathtaking. Flawless skin peeling back to reveal muscle. No, not peeling. Disappearing, as if ceasing to exist. You’ve never really looked at Jimin before, not enough to notice just how perfect his skin truly is. It’s almost a shame.

    “Brainwaves are spiking"—the voice of doom from above pulls you out of your thoughts—"on the verge of seizure.”

    “Pulse is climbing. 165. 170.”

    “Blood pressure is 180 over 110,” the vet says, looking over her shoulder at you with narrowed eyes as if this is somehow all your fault. “He’s gonna blow out his heart.”

    “Grab the paddles,” you order, your fingers sliding across the skin of Jimin’s arm which is now completely transparent, the muscles beneath on vivid display. He groans, tossing his head back and forth, his features scrunching up.

    “Bioelectric in the red,” the voice of doom is back but you hardly notice, instead your attention is on the way your hands dance across firm flesh that doesn’t appear to be there. You can feel his arm under your fingertips but as the muscles start to fade away there’s less space between what you can feel and what you can see.

    “Pulse is 180 and holding,” the vet says.

    You look back up to Jimin's face and realise he’s stopped thrashing about, his eyes (or rather his eyeballs which are hovering in the air as his facial muscles pull back, leaving a clear view of the nerves around them) are facing you. Still and quiet, he’s calm as you share a knowing look:

    You’re making history. You’re changing the world.

    “Pulse is dropping. 170. 160. 150. All vitals are dropping back to normal.” Interlocking your fingers with Jimin's, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you let yourself get swept up in the utter insanity of the moment. Who else can say they’ve felt what you’re feeling right now? “Pulse is 110. Blood pressure 130 over 75.”

    “Quantum readings normal. Electrical activity is stabilising.”

    “You’re the first, Jimin,” you whisper, trying to ignore that nagging feeling of envy gurgling deep within and instead start to loosen the constraints on his wrists. “What does it feel like?”

    “It’s nice,” he mutters. After a few moments of silence you realise he’s passed out. Clicking your tongue you give him a pat on his arm. It’s okay for now, you’ll let him rest – he’s been through a lot. You have plenty of time to ask questions when he wakes up.

    “We did it!” one of the techs says, his hand held up waiting for you to reciprocate. The sound of skin on skin is followed by a gasp from behind. Turning, you’re accosted by the rest of the team, even Mouse has come down from his room to congratulate you. They stare at you, their eyes fluttering from you to the tech before they continue with their conversations.

    “I can’t believe it actually worked,” the vet says, hooking up fluids to Jimin as Mouse throws a blanket over him. “It was touch and go there for a minute, wasn’t it?”

    “Yes,” you agree, watching the way the soft material raises and lowers as if something is under it, and you know there is. Each inhale lifts the blanket before it drops back with each exhale. It’s hypnotic.

                              ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

    Later that night you’re woken by an animalistic wail and the sound of shattered glass as you snap up from the table you were slumped over. One of the animals? But they’re so far away. No. Not one of them.

    “Jimin?” You press the call button to allow your voice to travel the small distance to the next room over separated by a thick plexiglass. He was moved to the observation room after a few hours of solid rest. You must have fallen asleep while you were keeping an eye over him. "Was that you?”

    Now where did you put the infrared glasses?

    “My eyelids. They’re transparent. I can’t close them.”

    “Oh.” Because of course they are. Why hadn’t you thought of that? Obviously they are. You dim the lights in his room to the lowest setting before digging into your bag and pulling out a pair of sunglasses. You jog over to the door. Opening it, the hinges let out a wispy creak as you hold them out. “Try this.”

    A shadow walks towards you and you almost yell out before you realise it’s Jimin. Well, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His fingers are cold as they swoop the glasses out of your hand before sliding them onto his head. They hover and you can’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of the image.

    “What?”

    “It’s just… there’s nothing. They’re floating.”

    “I’m still here you know,” he says, his voice low as he walks over to the mirror. It’s too dark to see much so you turn on the light from your phone to illuminate the room. “Huh.”

    “It’s weird, right?” you ask and he starts to laugh, the chequered blanket shaking as he does so. “We’ll get used to it.”

    “I hope not,” he says, walking back towards the doorway. “I don’t plan to stay like this for long.”

    “Right. Of course.” He drops the blanket and glasses with a chuckle. “Jimin?” Backing out of the room, you turn your head towards what sounds like breathing before snapping your head towards a chuckle. “This isn’t funny.”

    Something grazes the small of your back but by the time you turn, you hear him whistling from the space you had just been looking at. Clenching your fists, you turn again and stick your hands out in front of you. You spin a few times, arms splayed but feel nothing.

    “Where are you?”

    “I’m behind you,” he whispers next to your ear but when you reach out he’s already moved. “You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

    “I’m not angry,” you pant, slicing out your hands in a feeble attempt to catch him. When he tuts, you continue, “I’m not. I’m frustrated. There’s a difference.”

    “Then I guess you’re cute when you’re frustrated,” he says, his fingers sliding up your arm. This time when you reach out for him your fingers clasp around his wrist.

    “Got you!”

    “Yeah, I guess you do,” he whispers, his lips brushing up against your neck.

    Lifting your arm, your fingers brush back against his silky hair as his arms circle your chest. Frowning, you try to remember what colour his hair is before you’re lifted up. A surprised gasp exits your lips as your legs dangle under you. Was Jimin always this strong? Is this a side effect?

    “We need to run tests. We–"

    The words are cut off by his lips on yours. It’s otherworldly. Like kissing a ghost, only this ghost is still very much alive. When your eyes flicker open you see nothing, only the other side of the hall, a white wall with nothing adorning it except for the fire extinguisher a few metres to your left.

    Is it because you can’t see him? The kiss itself is electric, your whole body feels like it’s on fire as your back slams against the wall, your leg curling around his waist as you lean into the kiss, deepening it. His fingers snake inside your blouse, his fingers dancing across your skin as you arch back with a moan.

    “What’s going on?” It’s the vet.

    “Nothing.” You push back against Jimin and straighten your blouse, tucking it back into your skirt.

    “I don’t think it’s advisable to do anything that might get Jimin’s heart rate up until we run a few more tests.”

    “Of course,” you respond with a tight smile. Ignoring the heat flooding across your cheeks you motion towards the doorway. “We also need to dim the lights throughout the facility. Can you have someone do that?”

                              ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

    “Nothing’s happening. Why isn’t it working?”

    After hours of testing, questionnaires and experiments, you were back in the operation room. The same formula that worked to bring Chi-Ki back from her bout of invisibility had brought Jimin what he described as liquid lava running across his skin and an outline of what looked like bone fragments scattered across the operating table before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.

    “I don’t know. It’s probably a flaw in the biological makeup between the two species. It must not be as simple as we thought it would be.”

    “Then why did it work in the first place?” you groan, bent over the data from the previous successes. “What was different from the initial serum compared to this one?”

    “This is why I didn’t want you to do this on yourself." The floating sunglasses are now accompanied with a pair of baby blue scrubs.

    “We shouldn’t have tried it on anyone. It wasn’t ready for human testing.”

    “Well, actually, it did work…”

    “It only works if we can get the subject back from their invisible state,” you say, rubbing your eyes before stretching out your neck.

    “Subject?” The sombre word is muttered. You ignore it, that and the look the vet sends your way as you continue to scour the data. There’s something you missed. You need to figure it out.

    “Well, we better figure it out quickly. I think it was irresponsible not to talk about the possible side effects before we went ahead with this,” the vet says, pushing her chair back to stand. She walks over to the small fridge on the other side of the room and fishes out a beer. The clink of the can as she opens it has you salivating. “The other ‘subjects’ showed obvious signs of aggression when kept in this form for too long. We don’t have long if we want–"

    “Thank you, Doc. I appreciate the obvious observation that I’m sure everyone in the room is currently worried about. Why don’t you stick to looking after the animals and leave the science to the scientists?” The room is silent. Raising a brow, you dare her to say something else. When she shrugs and offers a taut smile, you continue to the rest of the team, “Go on then. We don’t have time to waste. Go figure it out.”

    One by one they stand and start to file out of the room until you’re alone. Maybe. If the abandoned scrubs on the ground are anything to go by. Sighing, you lean across the table for the infrared glasses. Before you can put them on you feel fingers massaging your shoulders.

    “I didn’t take you for someone who would enjoy being sans clothes as much as you seem to.”

    “It’s fun. I can be anywhere and no one knows. It’s exhilarating.”

    “I bet.”

    “No need to stress out on my behalf,” Jimin says as his thumbs dig into your tight neck muscles. You wince. “It’s not that bad really. Don’t worry about me – I’m still feeling fine.”

    “I’m glad you are fine, Jimin, but I’m not actually worried about you,” you say, shrugging your shoulders to get him to stop. “I’m worried about the experiment. I’m anxious to get this to work. I hate that it isn’t working.”

    “Oh.”

    “I feel like a fool. I don’t know what I’ve missed but it’s really fucking annoying. You know?” Jimin hums an affirmation. “I need to be alone. I need to figure this out. Those idiots won’t be able to do this themselves. It’s something I need to figure out on my own. Can you go?”

    “Sure. Yeah,” he says, his voice small. As he walks out the door you hear him mutter something about being a scientist as well. It’s not a problem you need to think about right now. The data isn’t helping. Something is wrong. Something isn’t right.

    “Fuck!” What is it? What did you do wrong? Throwing the paperwork across the table you let it scatter across the floor and start to pace around the room. A cough interrupts your thoughts. “What now, Jimin–”

    “Not Jimin,” one of the techs says with a shrug. He’s holding an iced coffee. How long had you been stuck in an endless loop of staring at data with nothing to show for it? The coffee shop is close to the lab but still. As if you’re trying to hold water with your hands, it’s slipping through your fingers, time is passing you by. “I thought you might need one of these.”

    “Oh God, yes,” you say, jogging over to him. The cold liquid is like a drug; with just one sip you can feel it pumping through your veins, bringing you back to life. “You’re a lifesaver.”

    “I figured it’s the least I can do,” he says, with a lopsided smile. “I mean it’s not like Jimin could go get it in his state.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Well, we wouldn’t want to raise any questions with the way he looks,” he says, with a chuckle. When your frown deepens, he continues. “Well, Jimin usually gets you your coffee.”

    “Does he?” Now that you think about it, it does feel like something he does. “Yeah, right. Wouldn’t want to scare anyone up there. Can you imagine?”

    “It would be hilarious.”

    “It would though, wouldn’t it?” Imagining the shocked faces as Jimin tries to order an iced coffee has you cracking up. The male tech quickly joins in.

    “Well, I guess I better leave you to it…” His words fade away as he looks back over his shoulder down at his hand which you have encircled with your own. “Is something wrong?”

    “I just wanted to see what it felt like. It’s been awhile,” you say, pulling your hand back. “I wanted to test something. I wanted to see if it was so very different from someone who’s invisible.”

    “Invisible? Oh.” He turns back, a smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. “And just what did you do with said invisible individual?”

    “Nothing.”

    “Nothing?”

    “Not much,” you say sipping on your iced coffee, the condensation starting to trickle down your fingers.

    “Like this?” He holds up his hand and you take the cue to interlock your fingers together. “Does it feel different?”

    “It feels cold. But it’s probably because of the drink.” He nods in agreement as he places your coffee down on the table.

    “What else?”

    “Hmm? Oh, just this,” you say sliding your fingers through his hair, your face mere inches from his. Right as you’re about to pull back you hear what sounds like a metal platter fall to the ground. You both rush out into the hall but there’s nothing there except a steel table that’s toppled over. “That’s weird.”

    The tech puts on a pair of infrared glasses and looks up and down the hall before shaking his head. “He’s not here.”

    “Well, I’m sure it didn’t fall by itself.”

    As you're putting it back to its original position you hear a scream from further within the lab. The tech looks at you for a moment before running in the direction of the yell. You follow. As you round the corner you see the other tech on the ground, she’s holding her left elbow.

    “What happened?”

    “Jimin pushed me.”

    “How do you know it was Jimin?” the male tech asks.

    “Who else? Someone came through here muttering under their breath and when I turned to see who it was I was pushed aside. I slammed my elbow against the wall. There was no one there. It had to be him,” she says as the vet and Mouse come running over.

    As she explains what happened you grab the infrared glasses from the male tech. Looking around you count the heat spots. Tech one. Tech two. Mouse. Vet. And someone else.

    “Let’s get her to the medical bay,” you say, as you take the glasses off. You point towards the mouse and the tech. “And you two go and see if you can find Jimin.”

    As the others disappear down the hall, you pull the glasses back on. He’s still here.

    “Are you two together?”

    “What makes you think what?”

    “How long have you been fucking him?” Jimin’s voice is laced with venom.

    “Does it matter if I had?”

    “You belong to me.”

    “No, I don’t. You think I owe you something? I don’t owe you anything.” You start to turn but fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “Let me go.”

    “You think I’ll let you run off to your boyfriend like a little whore?” His grip tightens and you wince, pushing back against his chest as you try to dislodge him.

    “As if I would. I’m not interested in him anymore than I’m interested in you. You’re both beneath me!”

    “You ungrateful bitch,” he says, lifting you up and tossing you like you're a frisbee. You crash against the other side of the hall with a crunch before crying out as pain radiates out from your hip. A hand pats your hair before gripping the side of your head and smacking you back against the wall. Your brain rattles inside your head as he cracks the back of your head against the cold ground again. As your vision blurs he says, “Shh. Hush baby. I’m doing this for us. This is how much I love you.”

    Once more blow against the wall and everything fades to black.

                              ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

    Pain. No, not pain, agony. Agony wakes you. Blood drips down the back of your head as a musical of misery spasms within your brain. Reaching out towards the wall you push yourself up as your head pounds insistent and consistent, a song that’s offkey. Swaying on your feet you stick to the wall as you make your way down towards the medical bay.

    The lights are buzzing and the hallway is spinning, but it’s empty. At least as far as you can tell. You edge along the corridor until you see the plaque that reads Medical. Pushing the door ajar you slump to the ground and ease yourself inside. Why is your body so heavy?

    “Hello?” The word is foreign-sounding, as if it came from far away, from someone else. Coughing, you say it again as you crawl along the ground until your fingers feel something slick under them. Frowning as you inspect the maroon substance, you pull your fingers close to your face. Copper. It’s blood.

    Taking a deep breath you try to clear your head as you look further into the room. There’s a puddle of blood in the middle of the room next to what you assume was tech one. Her long hair is matted crimson, her face unrecognisable, concaved into itself. As you climb up the wall you notice the vet on the far side of the room, her face is stretched out in supernatural proportions, pulled into an eternal howl of despair. Like the painting. Forever screaming.

    There’s no point trying to see if the others are still alive. You don’t really care if they are or not anyway. If it’s fight or flight, you will always choose flight. You won’t be stuck like some stupid horror movie herione left to fight the villain by yourself as the people around you are picked off one by one.

    Using the walls for support you fumble your way back towards the main hall. The elevator is within view when you hear footsteps coming from behind you. Looking back you see nothing and scold yourself for not remembering the infrared glasses. Tears well up in your eyes both from pain and stress. You need to make a run for it.

    Searing pain slices up your side from your hip as you hobble down the hall as fast as you’re able towards the elevator, your heart beating erratic inside your head, adding to the song of agony now on repeat. Each step is torture. Each step brings you that much closer. You dare not look behind you. You wouldn’t see anything even if you did. He’s back there, you just can’t see him.

    Pressing the down button, you stain it red. It pings open. You lunge into the elevator with an anxious squawk as you slam your fingers against the close button. Panting, you press it repeatedly as you gulp down air. There’s not enough oxygen; you can’t breathe. The box starts to tick and you clench your fists into tight balls as the doors ease closed.

    Swallowing hard you look around the lift, your heart still racing. You strike your arms back and forth in the small space before a wave of relief settles into your bones. He’s not here. You’re safe. You’re okay. You’ve made it out.

    “Access denied.”

    “Excuse me?” The words are starting to sound more like your own. You push the up button again.

    “Access denied.”

    “The fuck? I’m your boss, you stupid machine!”

    The elevator doors open. It’s empty, but you know he’s there.

    “Jimin?”

    “Where are you trying to go, my love?” He’s messed with the access somehow. It should read your fingerprints or retina. He’s done something. “I’ll take you anywhere you need to go. I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”

    With each word his voice gets closer. Hopping back in an attempt to get away you end up wedged against the back of the elevator. “Jimin. I just want to go home. Please. I just want to rest and go home.”

    “But baby,” he whispers, his lips nuzzled up against your temple, “You are home.”

Yan!Emperor Hoseok Headcanons

Prince!Hoseok who meets you on the day his father was crowned as emperor and finds you quite interesting. You being aged 7 and him 10.

Prince!Hoseok who offers to accompany you to the royal garden when you tell him this is your first time being here.

Prince!Hoseok who is saddened by the fact you have to return back home after your father comes to pick you up.

Prince!Hoseok who realises you are the royal physician's daughter and there are still chances that he will see you again.

Prince!Hoseok who requests his father to let you accompany your father so he can play with you while your father tends to the royal family.

Prince!Hoseok who by now has a whole fat ass crush on you and everyone around him knows about it.

Prince!Hoseok who promises to make you his wife as soon as you both are of age. 

Prince!Hoseok who knows you like him back by the way you blush everytime he smiles at you.

Prince!Hoseok who has no interest in the throne, even though he is the crown prince. His mother, the empress, kept scolding him time and time for his lack of interest.

It was when she threatened him to not see you anymore, Prince!Hoseok's yandere tendencies came out.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who realises that he needs to have power in order to keep you with him without you denying him.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who works hard and proves himself to be worthy of the crown prince position and to be your husband.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who is devastated to know that he cannot have you as his main wife since his mother has already told him to choose someone of higher rank than you.

Yan!Prince Hoseok agrees to take the woman his mother chose for him only on one condition, you will become his consort. The empress had no choice but to agree.

It doesn't take long to reach the royal decree to your mansion saying that you are to be the consort of the crown prince.

Your father seemed to be worried ever since, he didn't want you to be married in the royal family, especially the crown prince. He knew what schemes women did in order to gain favour for themselves and their clan. 

You then reassure him that you would keep yourself out of danger. Besides, you loved Hoseok and you trusted him to keep you safe. But deep down, your heart did shatter at the thought of him being with other women.

On the other hand,

Yan!Prince Hoseok who cannot even think of marrying any woman who is not you.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who has a devious plan and has already planned everything out.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who gets married to the girl but refuses to spend the night with her with an excuse of being tired. 

Yan!Prince Hoseok who marries you as his consort days after and is fawning over you in the wedding dress.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who misses no chance of being intimate with you, making the princess consort jealous.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who is devastated when he hears news of the emperor, his father's death reaches him. But soon realises that he is now the emperor and he can do whatever he wants.

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who wastes no time in setting his plan into action, and in no time, the news of the princess consort's disappearance is spread around the Palace.

It was soon believed that she had run away with her lover as she had gone missing for months by now. Those letter's found in her chambers proved everything.

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who stands proud beside you when you are crowned as the Empress. His one and only wife. 

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who bounces in joy once the news of your pregnancy is announced. 

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who is disappointed when his mother advises him to bring more women in his harem.

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who flatly refuses the idea and threatens to send her to the cold palace if she brings the idea again.

The empress dowager was furious and decided to talk to you. Let's just say the news reached his ears and he was not pleased at all.

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who sends his own mother to cold palace after she repeatedly tried to force him to bring women to his harem. 

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who has heart eyes everytime he has a glimpse of you. 

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who is now a father to 7 kids, 4 boys and 3 girls who are a perfect combination of you and him. 

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Taglist: @mwitsmejk @silversparkles11 @jiminiseternal @articpup @minshookie29 @flowerchump @imbroketbh @bakahoesbitch

A/N: it's the updated version of the headcanon I wrote long ago

⨽ title: notes

⨽ summary: one day, you find a note in your locker, from someone who seems to have gained an interest in you

⨽ pairing: jimin x reader

⨽ genre: fluff  

⨽ warnings: i guess his actions could be considered creepy, soft yandere (?) idk stalker-ish behaviour

⨽ word count: 837

⨽ a/n: i don’t know i feel about this. i might make this a mini series or i might just delete it idk 

There he sat, writing the first letter he would give to the girl of his dreams. He knew he should have written it earlier, but he was too busy with his assignments. It was around midnight, and he knew he needed to wake up early. He needed to put this in her locker before she arrived at school.

He knew that she came to school quite early. She was good a student who was always on time.

He smiled to himself as he continued to write his letter. All the time he spent observing her from a distance or following her around campus to find out where she liked to spend most of her time was worth it.

Just as he completed writing the last sentence, he went over what he'd written to make sure there were no errors. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

And once he was satisfied, he folded the note into the shape of a heart and put it in his bag.

.

The boy arrived on campus on time. He knew the girl wouldn't be on campus for another half an hour. Even though he had quite some time, he made his way to her locker. It was locked, but there was nothing to worry about, he knew the code.

He had managed to catch the code when you were putting your books away. He punched in the code.

*951013* beep! beep!

The door slightly opened itself, and he smiled. He could tell the locker was hers, just by how messy it was inside. The boy decided to help and organise it. He had some time to waste anyway.

He looked at the many books and things she had in her locker. There were books for her majors, notebooks, an open bag that feminine products like pads and panty liners, hand cream, perfume, wet wipes and other stuff. While he was organising the books, he also came across a light blue hoodie. He had seen her wear it a few times.

The boy brought it up to his nose and breathed in, taking a whiff of her scent. She smelt amazing. He smiled and folded the hoodie, placing it next to the pile of books. He put the things that were out of place back into the bag and zipped it up.

He looked at the now organised locker with a smile on his face.

Remembering the reason he was at her locker in the first place, he took the heart-shaped note out of his backpack.

"Should I write her name on the front? She might mistake it for a random piece of paper..."  he mumbled and took out a pen, and he began to scribble on it.

"To y/n from PJM."

"You ready for this week y/n?" you shook your head. "Of course not. The professors are extra generous when it comes to giving us work. Where are we going to find time to study for the upcoming test with all this work?" you groaned, causing your friend to let out. "So I guess even people who major in art are getting it hard,"  she said, and you rolled your eyes. "You think?" you said.

"I gotta meet up with some people in my business class. We have a group assignment we need to work on." Saemi said, and you nodded. "Alright, Sae, see you later," you responded. She waved before disappearing amongst the many students walking around.

You looked through your backpack and took out your supplies bag. You weren't going to need it until later, so you decided that leaving it in your locker would be best.

You arrived at your locker and punched in your code. You opened your door and frowned. Your locker was organised, and you don't remember doing it. Maybe Saemi decided to do it for you? But she wasn't the type to do something like this.

You noticed a heart-shaped piece of paper labelled: "To y/n from PJM." Your frown deepened, someone else had been in your locker, and you didn't like that.

You picked up the piece of paper and opened it.

The note read:

"Hello y/n, you're reading one of the many letters you're going to receive. I know that these days, very few people use letters to communicate with each other. I'm one of those few who still use this way simply because I'm too shy to speak to you.

I've spoken to you before. You had asked to borrow a pen from me in one of your lectures. And that was the first interaction I had with you. We've had a few more interactions, but they were all little. And you probably don't even remember them, but I do.

I wish I could tell you more. More about each time we’ve talked, or how beautiful I think you are but writing is a lot of work, you know?  Hopefully, I'll gain the courage to speak to you in person, face to face. 

But for now, you'll know me as the guy who puts letters in your locker."

At the end of the letter, were the initials you saw on the front.

PJM

YANDERE LEE KNOW

•Lee Minho es considerado alguien peligroso y nadie debería meterse con él, ni mucho menos deberle favores.

•Cuenta con contactos poderosos y tiene gente por todas partes dentro y fuera de la zona que lidera.

•Siempre recibe regalos y ofrendas de quienes protege a cambio de una "módica" cuota.

•Quizás lo más doloroso de todo esto, es que le serviste como medio de pago a tus padres hasta que recaudarán el dinero suficiente para tenerte nuevamente.

•Gustosamente te recibió entre sus brazos, jamás rechazaría la compañía de alguien con tu presencia y hermosura.

•El que lo trates indiferente solo volvería la situación más interesante porque estaba tan acostumbrado a que sus "bellezas" se entregarán rápidamente ya sea por miedo, o por el gran atractivo físico que él posee.

•Y ahí estaba, jugando a ser el cazador atrapando una presa que se creía más listo que él.

•Mientras más corrías, más ganas tenía de que fueras suy@.

•Así que tuvo la brillante idea de decirle a tus padres que no habría necesidad de pagar nada por tí, porque ahora eras suy@ y que a partir de ese momento vivirás como de la realeza, además de prometerles protección gratis ya que serían de la familia.

•Tus padres y Minho acordaron todo esto sin tu consentimiento o presencia siquiera.

•Y ahora que eras su propiedad más preciada.

•Minho querría también que fueras consciente de que con él no se juega ni tampoco hay lugar para las tradiciones.

•Amenazaría con hacerle algo a los que amas, pero serán puras palabrerías porque lastimarlos sería lastimarte.

•Tiene una terrible debilidad cuando te ve llorar o sufrir.

•Yandere Minho no busca lastimarte o algo por el estilo, solo quiere que entiendas que te ama de una forma tan intensa que nadie más puede tenerte.

•Si estás a su lado, siente que puede tenerlo todo.

•Es muy sensible aunque no lo creas.

•Se esforzará al máximo y estará disponible para ti 24/7.

•Pero eso sí, entiende que ya no puedes salir a la calle ni a ningún otro lugar sin su compañía. Ni siquiera podrás ir a la casa de algún familiar sin él, mucho menos dónde hayan hombres que él no conoce.

•Pese a lo absorbente que es, tiene un lado muy romántico y demostrativo.

•Te bañara en cumplidos, besos y abrazos.

•Te brindará pequeños gestos cuidadosos y amables.

•Además, en el dormitorio será muy encantador antes, durante y después del sexo. Adora hacer que te derritas del placer hasta que tus piernas tiemblen, básicamente vive para ello. Es su misión en la vida, y si dejas marcas de tus uñas en su espalda, será Minho quien se derrita.

•Minho sólo delatara su verdadero encanto ante ti, nadie más que tu persona se lo merece.

•Y como muestra de amor verdadero, hace que sus hombres te juren lealtad por si un día ya no está para tí.

•Es un yandere suave y completamente enamorado. Confia en ti, pero no en los demás cuando siente celos. Así que para no asustarte, a escondidas se ensuciará las manos de muerte de quien sea que quiera robarte de su lado.

•En tu presencia no será violento, mucho menos hablará sobre sus negocios.

•Cuando debe irse por su trabajo afuera de la ciudad, dejará la mansión custodiada como si el mismísimo presidente estuviera allí dentro. Solo por protección, no por desconfianza.

•Pero también deja un equipo de profesionales médicos por las dudas.

•Minho se volverá loco si el peligro real te acecha cuando no está para protegerte con sus propias manos, aunque a veces creas que él es al único peligro en tu vida.

— Mira todo lo que hago por tí ¿Cómo puedes desconfiar de la persona que más te ama en el universo? ¡Te entregaría hasta mi vida!

YANDERE JOHNNY.

•Yandere Johnny siempre fue tan carismático y social, nadie sospechará jamás que es del tipo que se "interesa" tanto en alguien hasta el punto de desarrollar una obsesión enfermiza.

•Es el típico chico genial que se relaciona con todos sin importar quienes sean, simplemente todos lo conocen por ser amable y muy simpático.

•El mundo lo escucha hablar y es lo que se necesita para que caigas a sus pies.

•Posee tanto encanto natural que no verías venir su extraño comportamiento.

•Abiertamente dirá como te ajustas a su tipo de persona ideal para ser su pareja.

•Al principio serán pequeños comentarios, pero gradualmente marca el territorio y no deja que otros chicos se te acerquen.

•Ajustará su agenda para pasar más tiempo a tu lado.

•No le importa si te hace sentir incómod@, ya has sido declarad@ como suy@.

•Como Johnny conocé a tantas personas, cada que ustedes no se vean, preguntara por tí a quienes te tienen más cerca, lo suficientemente cerca como para saber de ti, pero no tanto para ser considerados tus amigos. A la distancia perfecta.

•Tiene detalles para darte, intenta superarse así mismo con cada uno.

•Es un niño rico acostumbrado a tenerlo todo económicamente de sus padres, pero no importa realmente ya que siempre se ha sentido tan solo sin alguien auténtico para él.

•Solo quiere sentirse amado por tí de verdad. Pero sus métodos son cuestionables, y nadie los notará porque como ya dije anteriormente tiene carisma y le cae bien a todos.

•Lo rechaces o no, el creerá que te estás haciendo desear un poco más. Según él, te ve interesad@ en su persona y te da pena admitirlo.

•Cree que eres un/a chic@ list@ la mayor parte del tiempo, solo que desearía no lo miraras con desconfianza.

•Buscará formas de alejarte de tus amigos, actividades sociales e incluso tu familia.

•Todo el amor que tienes para dar en la vida, solo puede tenerlo él.

•Johnny con el paso del tiempo lavara tu cerebro tan fácilmente que a tu voluntad decidirás no necesitar a nadie más. Es tan convincente con sus palabras, hasta creerás que lo admiras y amas.

•Posee el encanto de un líder sectario.

•Es muy probable que te lleve lejos de todos para ser el único que merezca el enorme privilegio de tener tu compañía. Sin entrometidos en su vida perfecta.

•Como a Yuta, también lo veo queriendo aunque sea un hijo en el futuro, y recluyendolos para que nadie pueda alejarlos de él.

•Se sentirá realizado de al fin tener esa familia que le preste atención a él y solo a él.

•Probablemente el más peligroso de los yandere porque logrará tenerte a base de jugar con tu fragilidad, y no con amenazas físicas o seres amados.

•No dañará a nadie, al no ser que quieran separarlos. Entonces solo es un "monstruo" con "motivos".

— Estoy tan feliz. Siempre supe que todo lo que necesitabas era un poco de amor y comprensión para ser mi@.

YANDERE MAFIA TAEIL:

•Para el "bajo mundo", Taeil será un hijo de puta heredero del negocio familiar con el que nadie puede meterse.

•Hace el trabajo sucio porque sabe que si quiere obtener lo que quiere, debe hacerse cargo de sus asuntos él mismo.

•Si su gente le desobedece, no hay segundas oportunidades. Los elimina y los remplaza con otros más eficientes.

•En su trabajo no hay matices grises, solo blanco o negro.

•Ruega por no ser su enemigo, al menos a su gente le tiene bastante consideración quitandolos de su camino rápidamente. A sus enemigos los tortura con crueldad durante días hasta que perecen del sufrimiento.

•Cuando llegaste a su vida, habías sido arrebatada por Taeil de los brazos de tu familia. Ambos bandos estaban enfrentados por conseguir los territorios estratégicos del otro.

•Su plan maestro era chantajearlos con tu vida, pero fue él quien cayó a su trampa.

•Tu vida será perdonada al instante, pero no por eso creas que será mucho mejor.

•Te mantendrá encerrad@ la mayor parte del tiempo, y sin ningún medio de comunicación al mundo exterior con cada puerta y ventana vigilada las veinticuatro horas del día, los siete días de la semana.

•Sabe que eres un/a inútil como para considerar siquiera quitarte información debido a que has vivido en el extranjero desde pequeñ@. Por lo cual no sabes nada de la familia que tienes para empezar.

•Pero disfruta tanto romper tu adorable corazón con cada palabra acerca de los negocios sucios que tus padres tienen y todas las vidas que han eliminado en el proceso para ser quienes son al día de hoy.

•Básicamente está contándote la verdad, al tiempo que te pone en contra de ellos solo para que confíes en él y tengas miedo del resto.

•Te confiesa que es el mismo monstruo, o peor, pero eres tan afortunad@ que va a protegerte y a brindarte su abrigo.

•Parte de su plan para alejarte del mundo, es decir que tu cabeza tiene un precio muy alto y hay muchos locos allá fuera hambrientos de tu sangre y el dinero a cobrar. Y que si eres un/a buen/a niñ@ no dejará que nadie te toque jamás.

•A este punto es evidente que lava tu cerebro a su conveniencia.

•Según yandere Taeil, no es un celoso, ha notado cómo lo miras y se siente confiado. Solo que no confía en los otros ojos que te ven. Así que, cualquier hombre o mujer que te mire de manera sospechosa o tenga una actitud demasiado cariñosa, será su enemigo y debe pagar como tal con un castigo ejemplar digno de una retorcida pesadilla.

•Si hay algo que Taeil odia más que nada ni nadie, es que todo el mundo se crea con la libertad de tomar sus posesiones, y como eres una de ellas, te mantiene lejos de los curiosos constantemente recluid@ en su mansión donde nadie más que él pueda tenerte.

•Todos los días tienes un equipo de seguridad diferente para que no se puedan encariñar contigo, ni tu con ellos.

•Tiene tres reglas básicas e inquebrantables para tí: La primera es no salir de la mansión, mucho menos sin sus hombres. La segunda es no tener contacto con el exterior sin importar qué. Y la tercera y más importante, cuando él esté presente, debes mantenerte a su lado a cada momento, jamás separarse por nada.

•Sabe que estás asustad@ como para aprovecharse de eso perfectamente.

•Con el tiempo, cuando sus planes de volverte tan dependiente a él den sus frutos, es cuando comienza a cortejarte con muchos detalles y hace obvias sus intenciones amorosas, cosa que no rechazaras, es tu héroe después de todo.

•Te sentirás tan en deuda de que incluso le ofreceras volver a la casa de tus padres (quienes te buscaban desesperadamente), recopilar información de sus negocios secretos, y entregársela como muestra de agradecimiento.

•Así que sí, al final obtuvo lo que quiso desde un principio porque hizo todo el trabajo él mismo como acostumbra.

•Se quedó con los territorios más poderosos que todos ansiaban y el/la chic@ que le pertenecía.

— Lo sé amor, eres tan afortunad@ de contar con alguien fuerte como yo. Pero si quieres seguir estando a salvo de esos monstruos, nunca más debes salir de este lugar tan seguro para tí ¿Comprendes? No puedo cuidarte allí afuera si te vas...

Yandere mafia Jaehyun:

•Nunca ha querido tener una posición dentro de la mafia, siempre estuvo muy ocupado acechandote desde una distancia segura para no ser descubierto, pero cuando su madre lo convenció de que sería capaz de tener el poder suficiente como para tomarte y no sufrir ni una sola represalia, aceptó sin dudarlo.

•Lo que más quería en el mundo, es a ti.

•Antes de entrar al negocio, no solo te observaba, si no que también lo sabía todo de tí, desde tu serie favorita, hasta las personas con las que te relacionabas.

•Jugo sucio todo el tiempo que pudo entre sombras, amenazando la competencia si la había, y encargándose de todo aquel que te hiciera sentir mal.

•Su prioridad, es tu bienestar ante todo. Lo dejó en claro cuando se inició, y ordenó que te protejan tal y cual él lo estuvo haciendo entonces, quien no pueda hacerlo, será hombre muerto.

•Así que si, tienes guardaespaldas sin siquiera saberlo.

•También cumple todos tus caprichos a la distancia ¿Quieres un celular nuevo? ¿Un departamento más grande cerca del centro? ¿Ropa bonita? ¿Una mejor educación universitaria para tu futuro? Bien, lo tendrás, pero nunca sabes de dónde o de quién viene todo eso. Pone adquisiciones a tu nombre.

•Yoonoh cree que eres su rey/reina, así que te dará lo mejor de lo mejor sin escatimar gastos, después de todo tiene con que.

•Al principio de su carrera mafiosa, la agenda que sigue es muy apretada. Su trabajo consiste en decenas de fachadas que utiliza para el lavado de dinero, y la venta de sustancias ilegales. Hace "préstamos" y asesina a quien no los devuelva.

•Prácticamente no tiene tiempo para saber de tí, el mismo infierno para Yoonoh. Pero entonces recurrirá a la brillante idea de presentarse a tu vida finalmente, no como un mafioso obsesionado contigo, si no como un hombre perfecto y completamente de tu tipo.

•No tiene actitudes extrañas en tu presencia que lo delaten ni como yandere ni como líder mafioso. Solo será el hombre ideal de tus sueños. Un tipo encantador que te lleva a tu café favorito en las mañanas para iniciar la rutina, y que en las tardes te acompaña a la puerta de tu casa para robarte un beso antes de regresar al mundo real.

•Es un yandere considerablemente tranquilo que no va a mantenerte encerrada, pero a cambio querrá saber hasta el más mínimo movimiento que realices. Aún así siempre tiene ojos vigilantes al tanto, lo que no le guste, lo quitará de tu camino y el suyo, tenlo por seguro.

•¿Hay un compañero del trabajo molestandote? Él se encarga, ¿Tu jefe es un imbécil? Él se encargará también, ¿Hay alguien que te haga llorar o sentir de un nivel inferior? Bueno, lo diré otra vez, Yoonoh se encargará.

•Personalmente se encargará de todo para que su pequeña estrellita siga brillando. Lo hará de maneras crueles e insensibles. Nadie en el mundo que te haya lastimado merece misericordia alguna.

•Aunque básicamente, es probable que no te enteres de los oscuros secretos de tu nuevo novio asquerosamente rico y perfecto. Sabe cómo decir mentiras, especialmente a ti a quien desea retener el mayor tiempo posible sin romper tu dulce corazón.

•Más no todo son mentiras. Te ama, a su espeluznante manera, pero lo hace.

•No solo te lo demuestra con cosas materiales o quitandote los obstáculos, siempre tiene un beso para ti que van acompañados de sonrisas radiantes y cumplidos melosos.

•Los días que no atiende sus asuntos familiares, está cada momento pegado a ti, nadie puede irrumpir. Nadie. A menos que deseen ser castigados por tal ofensa.

•Adora cuando lo abrazas, lo mimas y la situación llega a otro nivel. Yoonoh es tan atento en la cama que es imposible no disfrutar o querer más, desea fervientemente cumplir tus expectativas entre sábanas también, por lo general suave, lento y quizás un tanto tradicional. Siempre queriendo estar arriba.

•Honestamente, lo veo queriendo marcar tu piel de alguna manera, como con un tatuaje de su nombre en tu piel. Se siente seguro así. Después de todo, en un yandere.

—Tan perfect@ y solo mi@. Ten cuidado amor, podría querer secuestrarte un día para que estés solo conmigo y nadie más...—

Danganronpa: Elite Stars (Yandere) - Character Introduction

Introduction: 15 students, who are labelled to be ultimates are given letters to attend a top academy for the elite stars within the entertainment industry that guarantees them further success that they could ever dream of. However, with no other students or any teachers arriving, the group begins to get suspicious until a robotic teddy bear forced them to partake in a killing game. Will the students be able to escape? Will they kill each other off? I guess only time will tell. With the protagonist, Y/N being the ultimate triple threat will she be able to survive or will someone force her to stay inside the academy for life.

Characters

Monokuma (Head Master of the killing game)

Beomgyu (TXT) - Ultimate Visual

Beomgyu, the ultimate visual is a well known boy in his city for his charming looks, whether it be cute or sexy, his duality is insane. The possibilities for his career are endless, he can go to any direction that he wishes. Only if he knows that looks aren’t forever lasting, but then again, everything always comes back with into style.

Yeonjun (TXT) - Ultimate IT Boy

Yeonjun, the Ultimate IT boy, who could do no wrong and has always been placed first within singing, dancing and rapping, he is a force to be reckoned with. Thus, every single trainee knows not to mess with him or go up against in him during evaluations. Although, it is highly suspicious that Yeonjun doesn’t attend every class that he is supposed to.

Wonyoung (IVE) - Ultimate Influencer

Wonyoung, the ultimate influencer, rose to popularity and stardom when she was 14 years old doing advertisements for products on her social media account. Her little dances and quirks (along with her looks), made the public pay quick attention too her. But what happens when it’s not the attention she desires?

Taehyun (TXT) - Ultimate Vocalist

Taehyun, the ultimate vocalist, is known for his beautiful voice that has attracted the attention on many entertainment companies As he signed to one of the most biggest entertainment companies he is expected to make his debut soon, by attending the academy he will have a stable singing career that would last him a life time. Yet, what would happen when people stop paying attention too him, would he be able to have a back up plan.

Jay (Enhypen) - Ultimate Heir

Jay, the ultimate heir, has been born with a silver spoon in his mouth as his family owns several entertainment businesses such as, dance academies, pharmaceuticals and a reporting news station. Being the only child, all he needs to do is show his good side to the public without any flaws. Only if he knew that everyone is always watching him, waiting for him to fall.

Gaeul (IVE) - Ultimate Dancer

Gaeul, the ultimate dancer, had started dancing at the age of 3, learning different styles of dances be it tap, lyrical, jazz and so on. She has attended every competition and winning every award that even the judges know her name. However, all it takes is one injury to make sure she’ll never dance again.

Yeosang (Ateez) - Ultimate Cheerleader

Yeosang, the ultimate cheerleader, is one of very few males that are apart of the elite cheerleading competition team going to nationals and winning three times in a row. He was even elected as cheer captain leading his team to victory every step of the way. If only he knows that the journey of life is not always winning but losing too.

Felix (Stray Kids) - Ultimate Rapper

Felix, the ultimate rapper, started off as an underground rapper who was scouted by several top agencies that wanted him to debut in their boy group. With his deep tone of voice and a cute style he brings a unique perspective to the public, giving them two very different versions of himself. What he needs to know though is that it is not about pleasing one person but pleasing everyone when it comes to the entertainment industry.

Heeseung (Enhypen) - Ultimate Gamer

Heeseung, the ultimate gamer, has always had a love for games be it horror, action or rpg he’ll play them all. So he started to stream the games he played a making a rather quick following of subscribers and loyal fan base. He has furthered his work into streams, YouTube videos all the way to collaborations, merch and podcasts. But he needs to be careful as sometimes the numbers won’t be as big as they used to be.

Sakura (Lesserafim) - Ultimate Actress

Sakura, the ultimate actress, has been on the t.v since she was 3 years old, starting off in kids media playing lead characters all the way to doing teen dramas and more mature projects. She is said to change the acting industry, being one of the most well known actresses that there are. But there are other ways to be remembered than being on T.V

Aisha (Everglow) - Ultimate Model

Aisha, the ultimate model, is well-known for her proportions and height. She first started off as a catalogue model when she was a child and that modelling soon reached to high fashion and runway modelling for big names. Those big names being Gucci, Dior and Victoria’s Secret. However, there is more to life than fancy designer clothing.

Yoshi (Treasure) - Ultimate Song Writer

Yoshi, the ultimate song writer, has been writing music since he was a young boy. First as a hobby to now being a career, all the songs he writes have reached the top 100 and a lot of agencies have scouted him. So far he has wrote 47 songs, for himself and other artists but people are aware that he will continue to write more. But what happens when someone does not like his work or when his creative juice stops flowing?

Soyeon (G-IDLE) - Ultimate Producer

Soyeon, the ultimate producer, is the first female producer to produce her self made album on her own. She has received many praises from the public and the higher ups, Since then she produces her own work along with producing for some other artists. The problem is their have been some noteworthy news of her work that has been squashed down, but if it is revealed and not squashed her life would be over.

Miyeon (G-IDLE) - Ultimate Host

Miyeon, the ultimate host, had started of her career presenting children’s T.V shows then to music shows and is soon going to host her own T.V show. That show being called Miyeon’s Late Nights that will have singers, actors and well established people as guests on her show. The problem is that her charm and ability to make everyone like her poses her as a threat to danger.

Y/N - Ultimate Triple Threat

Y/N, the ultimate triple threat, is what people want to be, she covers the three M’s in the entertainment industry. Those three M’s beings modelling, movies and music (in that order). She has it all, she’s accomplished her dreams of being remembered to be a legend, making her parents proud. Only problem is that she thinks she is untouchable even when it comes to bad situations. Only if she knew that there are times when you are not able to be strong and you’ve fallen into weakness.