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Bleed Me Dry

Lee Heeseung X Y/N

Genre: Yandere Romance/ Thriller/ Stalker

Prompt: "If I carve you into my blood, will you believe my love?"

Word Count: 7K+

WARNING⚠️: Explicit content, profanity, sexual harassment, heated make outs, female stereotyping, use of a derogatory word, violence, lots of blood, aggression, toxic masculinity, yandre, manipulation, mentions of self exit, unhealthy relationships and mental health issues. Y/N described with long hair and brown eyes.

Cameos: Jake, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Yeji, Karina, Jaemin and Jisung

A/N: Please read the warnings carefully before proceeding. There's heavy discussions and complex character dynamics. None of it is healthy. This is a work of fiction, please read it as such. If I missed out any, lemme know.

Heeseung watched you, mentally tracing the curve of your bottom lip as you awaited the bus, your nose scrunching in disgust at the passing smokers. The fullness of your cheeks flushed red as the scorching heat streamed through your hand’s barrier, and the silky strands of brown hair cascaded down your neck as you climbed up the bus. Your forehead wrinkled as you leaned down to scan your card, and your nimble steps took you to the end row. Sweat drops trickled down the bony line of your collarbone, dipping into your white collar, dampening the fabric as your eyes rolled back and your head fell slack against the teetering glass window.

This was his sign.

He strutted through the door and beelined towards the back. He was so close to settling down, just another step, and he'd be enveloped in your presence when all his plans fell through the window. He halted, his eyes widening in disbelief as a boy settled beside you, unaware of the fury he had just unleashed within Heeseung's blood. Heeseung swallowed the colourful words itching up his throat and forced himself into the seat behind, away from you.

He stared at the gap between your shoulders, bitterness pooling in his chest. Each time the boy's arm brushed against yours, Heeseung's restraint wavered, his nails digging into his palm as he envisioned tearing the boy's joint off for daring to feel you. His temper flared when he spotted your oblivious frame, still, sound asleep like a princess in the comfort of her sheets. You were so perplexingly naive, falling asleep in a bus full of men waiting to pounce on meek girls like yourself. It usually took around forty-five minutes for you to reach home, but you could've at least placed your bag on the vacant seat so no one—except him—would take the spot beside you.

Heeseung trained his gaze on his wristwatch, every tick of the short hand's movement making him lose his mind. He could've been the one pressed against your shoulders, bathing in your essence, had that loser found another spot. Fortunately, he didn't have to dwell in misery for long because at the very next stop, the loser grabbed his bag from the floor, preparing to leave. Heeseung analysed his watch.

Ten minutes. Gone.

Ten minutes he could've spent right beside you.

The boy stood alert, pressing the button, and the bus came to a standstill. As he stepped through the aisle, his foot landed against a round object, throwing him off balance and sending him tumbling to the ground with his jawline scraping against the hard floor. The entire bus gasped in unison as the boy sat up, his frantic gaze searching for the perpetrator.

A round basketball swirled by his feet.

"Shit, that slipped. My bad," Heeseung muttered, standing from his seat and holding out his hand with an apologetic smile, which the unsuspecting boy accepted with an embarrassed grin.

Heeseung watched the boy rub at his injured chin, confused at the ball's magical appearance as he tugged on his bag's strap and stammered out of the bus with an obvious limp.

Hopefully, that injury lasted ten days to account for the ten precious minutes of Heeseung's life.

Immediately, Heeseung turned back, glancing at your limp frame. His heart raced at the sight. He took small, calculated steps before gently lowering himself into the seat beside you. At the first brush of your elbow, Heeseung's body grew warm, heart drumming faster within his chest. He itched to press his entire body against yours. For now, however, he slightly edged closer, letting your clothed shoulder graze his arm, his eyes rolling shut at the subtle contact.

For the past month, he was a silent observer, watching you walk from your university to the bus, bus to your house in a disciplined schedule. It became part of his very routine. He would wait around your campus at 3:00 sharp to follow you onto the bus and spend the next blissful forty-five minutes watching you sleep away. Heeseung would climb off at your stop, ensuring you crossed the road safely. Only when your back disappeared into the villa and yellow lights at the right-end corner flickered to life would Heeseung return to get a bus back.

He was watching over you to keep you safe. The world lurked with dangers, and you were so innocent, so beautiful, so mesmerizing, so agonizingly weak like a frail flower in a garden full of cacti. He had no option but to take on the role of a silent guardian, protecting you from the world. He told himself he valued your safety. But deep down, he knew it was more than that. He needed to be near you, to feel your presence, to submerge within your life and become a part woven for your pleasure.

Usually, he stayed a safe distance away to admire your presence. A week ago, he stared at the empty seat with longing. Like an addiction, his tolerance had grown. Seeing you from afar wasn't enough. He wanted to feel your presence. His body automatically followed his yearning, getting up and climbing into the seat beside yours.

And since then, he couldn't get enough.

All of a sudden, Heeseung's focus wavered as the bus came to an abrupt halt. He impulsively brought his arm around your frame, viciously eyeing the driver for his rash turn. As he felt something drop against his shoulder, Heeseung froze. He gulped carefully, turning to inspect you.

His insides twisted in joy. The sight of your sleeping frame leaning against him with your head on his shoulder was enough to make him forget his annoyance at the bus driver. Heeseung shifted closer to let your head rest in the crevice of his neck.

His breath hitched at the contact; your face pressed firmly into his bare neck. Flesh on flesh. His hand clenched into a strained fist, nails digging into his palm, leaving indents as your warm breath nuzzled down his collarbone and spread to his chest. He looked down at your unresponsive frame and realised he had never seen you so up close.

With the closer angle, he noticed washed-out freckles like sand dust trailing down your nose. Your eyelashes were curled black, resting low on your cheeks angelically. Your mouth was cutely pressed into a light pout against his top, your nose squished into his collarbones, making his hairs rise.

Heeseung urged himself to calm down. If you heard the frantic pacing of his heart, you'd wake up before he had the chance to revel in your skin's warmth. He breathed in the scent of fresh vanilla, something inside his abdomen stirring as he realised how you might leave him smelling like yourself, like a protective feline, marking their territory. Heeseung smiled, his body automatically turning towards you, eyes shining in anticipation.

Your body craved him just as badly as he craved you.

Thirty-five minutes passed by in the blink of an eye. He didn't even register the familiar streets treading along the window, his sight and mind filled with images of your pretty face when suddenly your phone beeped, jerking you awake. Heeseung swore under his breath, body recoiling in complaint as you pulled away, grabbing the phone in your jeans pocket and shutting off the alarm. He forced himself to look the other way, his breathing unsteady as he restrained the urge to yank you back.

Roused awake, you quickly stood alert, pressing the button, your knees accidentally bumping into the stranger's legs as you proceeded to step out of the aisle. You turned back to look at the masked man. 

He watched, breath-held, heart thudding.

His wide eyes met yours, and you gave him a suppressed smile before walking off.

Goosebumps. His head felt like jelly, mind straining to grasp at the smile you sent his way—a smile meant for him—not the kind one you give the shopkeeper when he hands you your groceries—not the empathetic one you flash to the older citizens slowly climbing the bus—not the patient one you give to the raucous bikers outside the campus—a soft, sweet, and memorable smile. Only for him.

Heeseung was so dazed that he simply forgot to get off at the stop with you. Instead, he sat rigid, attempting to process the burst of emotions within his chest. He looked down and—thank fuck he did because he might’ve missed it if he was preoccupied in following behind. There, on his grey flannel, an inch lower from his collar, was a wet mark that belonged to you. Not only did you leave him smelling like your vanilla body wash, but you also stained him with your saliva.

His heart thrummed. He pulled his mask down. With his lower region tingling, his hand instinctively grabbed at the collar to pull the wet fabric into his mouth. Head dropping back, his vision blurred, his body tightening at the first taste of your mouth.

He lapped at the spot like a starved man, his legs pressing together to relieve some of the tension in his painfully hard centre. Sweat built up in his clenched fist as he sucked the fabric and rolled his tongue against it, wishing he could feel it directly from your mouth rather than the brittle cotton of his shirt. His desires had climbed up a new ladder; nothing was enough anymore. He needed to lap at the delicate roundness of your lips, suck off your taste from inside, and drown his tongue in its heat.

He needed you, physically, emotionally—unabashed and unhidden.

It was time.

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

Extracurriculars were starting to take a toll on your mental health. You were already part of the university’s student advisory council and head of the reading club. With exams looming and Miss Sol’s exhaustive dance training sessions, you were certain you would either fail all your exams or get home on a stretcher. For the past week, you had been getting home around sunset, but today, you finished training earlier. Giddily, you jumped onto the bus, excited to get home and munch on ramen before your older brother got his hands on it.

You sat in your usual backseat and immediately fell asleep.

When your alarm blared, you quickly silenced your phone and got up, pressing the button to alert the bus driver. You glanced to your side, expecting to see the masked man who had unknowingly become your bus ride companion, but his seat was vacant. Confused, you glanced around, but only saw aged faces and school students. 

Strange. You assumed he was a college student like yourself, never skipping a day.

You shrugged, climbed off the bus and made your way across the main road toward your house. As you strutted inside the villa, a blinding object flashed past your vision, clashing against your torso and shoving you to the floor. You looked up furiously.

The culprit, your smug brother with his blonde hair falling against his eyes, kneeled down to grab the basketball. “Weren’t you supposed to get home late?” His accusatory tone made you want to scratch the smirk off his mouth.

“Oh, sorry for colliding into your ball.” You smiled sarcastically, standing up. His sardonic smile widened.

“Don’t do it again, little sis,” he grinned, and your patience flew out the window. You jumped up to grab his hair, but as if anticipating your attack, he dodged, sprinting down the hallway with the ball cocooned in his embrace.

“Sim Jaeyun!” You screeched, chasing him through the lounge and out the backdoor toward the inbuilt basketball court. 

You never hated your short height, but in moments like these, you wished you had inherited your father’s long legs. As you watched him speed up beside the basketball court, you frustratedly changed your route, dashing into the square-shaped arena, running diagonally, hoping the Pythagorean theorem would help you reach Jake faster.

With your gaze trained on your target, you saw Jake dribble the ball ahead as you blindly ran down the court, so blind that you didn’t notice a taller figure standing in your way. You collided into a frame, slamming against a hard chest, sending you both tumbling to the ground. You gasped, eyes bulging out as a pair of brown eyes stared at you, wide with panic.

You muttered a rushed apology, attempting to get up when you noticed his arms were locked around your waist protectively.

“Get off Heeseung, you midget!” Jake yelled, nearing your limp frame. You gave him a scorned glare, sitting up as the man’s arms slowly fell away. You stood up together as Jake dribbled his basketball, an amused grin on his features.

Sourly glaring, you didn’t hesitate to whip Jake with your bag. He groaned, almost flinging the basketball at you when the black-haired man pushed ahead immediately, blocking your brother’s aggression.

“She’s a menace. Let me deal with it,” Jake bitterly told the stranger.

“Shut up, Jake! You’re the menace in this household,” you huffed, glaring at him.

Then, your gaze settled back on the brown-eyed man, and your cheeks flushed red as you surveyed the stranger’s features. Ethereal. Big eyes as naïve as a deer’s, a peculiarly sharp nose, plump, wet lips, and dark ebony hair—the man was majestic. Dressed in a grey tank top and trousers, sweat clung to his tan skin, dripping down his well-built biceps like honey. He seemed to have walked straight out of a sports tournament.

“Who’s this?” You blurted out, eyeing the handsome man with flushed cheeks.

“Heeseung, a friend. Heeseung, this is Y/N, unfortunately, related to me.” You smacked your bag into his stomach, pushing him back as he doubled over and clutched his torso, glaring at you through his gold bangs. 

“That’s no way to treat your younger sister, Jake,” Heeseung's stern voice oozed masculine charm—almost giving you whiplash. His reprimanding made your brother’s temper dissolve, and he unclenched his jaw, nodding obediently. You stared, baffled at the sudden shift in his demeanour.

You had never seen your older brother submissively agree with anyone—not even your parents. Having a one-year age gap, the older child's privilege, and spoiled treatment from your parents really did a number on him. His friend group consisted of boys who worked like dogs to gain his acceptance, and your brother bathed in the glory. He wasn’t overtly arrogant, but good grades and amazing basketball performances would make anyone feel like they owned the world. Not to mention, his faked kind personality had everyone running laps. You can’t even count how many hearts he’d broken from middle school to university. 

Watching him listen to Heeseung, you could tell he was someone important to your brother.

You glanced back at the towering man. He even carried himself with an air of indifference, intimidating yet undeniably attractive, commanding everyone’s interest. Under the sunlight, his pupils glowed like lit candles, growing small into a crescent shape as a warm smile grazed his lips, his gaze softening. Tousled strands fell into his dreamy eyes as he nodded. Baffled, you wondered how one second, he seemed like an intimidating adult, reprimanding the kids, and the other moment, he appeared boyish and charming, his eyes brimming with youthful energy. 

“Y/N.” Your name rolled off his tongue like butter, making your insides curl.

The night you met him, you stalked your brother’s account to find that intriguing man. You scoured through hundreds of Jake’s irrelevant followers, desperately searching for an account starting with the letter H. To your disappointment, no such account existed.

You wondered if Heeseung was old school and went down a rabbit hole, searching through the depths of Facebook. Lee Heeseung—his name in itself was traditional and old, so you didn’t even come across any likely accounts. You gave up and tried asking Jake; however, your brother rarely answered any of your questions. You had no choice but to wait for another encounter. 

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

Like a surprising miracle, the next encounter came earlier than expected. A week later, you were buried in exam questions, struggling to absorb the entire pharmacology textbook, when the doorbell rang. You tried to ignore it, but after several insistent rings, you begrudgingly stomped to the door. You weren’t expecting anyone; your parents were at a dinner party, and Jake was at a cram class. You mentally prepared yourself to scream at the neighbour’s kids who frequently stood outside your door to mess around. 

You flung the door open, ready to unleash your frustrations, when your jaw dropped. The familiar round eyes met yours, kickstarting a joyous flutter of butterflies in your stomach. Heeseung stood as handsome as the first day, wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He carried a bunch of hefty books, his gaze searching behind you.

“Y/N,” he called your name, and your ears reddened. He enunciated each syllable as if he knew you for ages, called you it for ages.

“Jaeyun left some astrophysics books at my place.” He peered at the stack in his hold.

You smiled apologetically because, of course, your forgetful brother did. 

“He’s out right now,” you told him. “But that’s alright, I’ll take these.” His smile softened as he held out the books. You stepped closer, circling your arm around the stack, but your weak arms failed to carry the weight, embarrassingly almost dropping them to the floor. 

Heeseung quickly tightened his hold on the books, pulling back with a teasing smile. “I’ll take them in,” he stated. Before you could reject his kindness, he stepped inside, pausing in the hallway.

You led him to the lounge, where he kept the books on the wooden table. You offered him a smile as your heart beat frantically. Watching him stand close in your vicinity when you were home alone felt like all your prayers had been answered.

He turned to look at you, pulling back the strands that had fallen against his vision. A smile stretched his lips. “You were studying?” He asked, his voice low yet echoing in the empty hall. Your lips parted, eyes wide in shock.

“How’d you know?” You questioned incredulously.

His smile morphed into a grin. Wordlessly, he reached out and gently pulled the pencil from your hair. The hair bun unravelled, brown strands running down your neck, grazing his fingertips as something flickered in his gaze. He watched the soft layers frame your face. You giggled, face warming up. You tried to grab the pencil, but Heeseung pulled it away, smirking at your embarrassment.

“Let me guess, pharmacology is kicking your ass?” He scoffed, and you gasped in retaliation.

“Now, how do you know my degree?” You stared in confusion.

He chuckled. “Your brother says it’s your worst decision.”

Fucking Sim Jaeyun. Always ruining your reputation everywhere with his big ass mouth.

You sighed, rolling your eyes in frustration. You somewhat disliked your crush knowing about your crisis with that god-awful degree.

“I’m doing fine,” you bitterly claimed. “I ace Biochem and almost every other module. Anatomy is just from the depths of hell,” you spewed some irrelevant achievements, immediately cringing at how self-indulgent you sounded.

God, you were pathetic. You wondered if Heeseung saw through your façade.

Heeseung shifted his weight onto his right leg. “I can help,” he offered, a flamboyant grin flashing across his features as he nodded at your shocked expression. “I ace Anatomy all the time,” he mocked your tone, lips twisting in a teasing smile.

You huffed. Guys usually scored seventy per cent and flaunted it like they won a Nobel prize. “What’s your highest test score?” Your overconfident-self asked, folding your arms over your chest with an egoistic smile.

He watched silently for a moment before returning that sharp smile.

“3.9.”

Pfft. You rolled your eyes, grabbing at your hair in frustration. Was Heeseung as annoying as Jake? “Real funny,” you scoffed, wishing you could erase the smugness off his handsome face.

“3.9 GPA in premed.”

Oh.

Your overconfidence deflated like a balloon. Heeseung smirked and stepped closer, arms folded over his lean chest, mocking your demeanour.

“So?”

You nervously gulped, stepping back from his overwhelming presence. This tall, gorgeous man had casually revealed his Einstein-level intelligence, and now, you felt utterly stupid, crying over some basic anatomy. Even Jake struggled to maintain a decent 3.5.

Your eyes widened as you registered the situation again. Heeseung was offering his help. Even if he thought you were stupid, you could change that, prove him wrong and possibly gather more information about him through a tutoring session, for example, unearth his socials. You could probably get closer and know more.

With your decision made, you nodded at him.

“Alright.”

Heeseung felt like he’d plummet to the floor in relief. He watched the curiosity in your doe eyes gleam as you determinedly stepped towards the hallway, walking up the stairs. He took the first step, his knees trembling as he watched you peppily jump to the right-end door. You were showing him the way to your bedroom.

Your bedroom.

Heeseung’s body fired up like an overheated kettle, his muscles tensing against the railing. You pushed the door open and stepped inside, turning to wait for him. How naïve. How fucking naïve. You had opened up your home, welcomed him inside, and now you were leading him into your personal space, the small corner in this massive house that belonged solely to you, the corner he was used to seeing from outside the house. 

Were you that stupid?

He had seen your parents leave in glamorous attire with a bouquet of flowers, indicating they'd be gone for a substantial time. Jake wasn’t home, attending cram school from 6:00 to 8:00 pm. That left you… vulnerable and alone.

Despite his resolve to wait a good two weeks before visiting again, Heeseung’s patience had worn thin. That initial meeting, feeling your soft curves press into his chest as you toppled over him, had ignited a craving in him. Your scent mingled with his, your body fitting perfectly against him—it had all transcended his tolerance. He had felt his internal organs shift with momentary bliss, his body reacting as if you were made to be felt by him.

Now he was here, in your house, in your presence.

He knew the moment he stepped into your room, he couldn’t leave until he made you his, in some way, in any way. Anticipation bubbled in his veins as he rushed up the stairs.

“Heeseung?”

He froze, his body whipping around to face the intruder. His gaze turned to steel, jaw tightening at the sight of a confused Jake standing in the doorway.

Sim—Fucking—Jaeyun, the brother who wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another hour.

“Jake?” you inquired, stepping back out and shutting your door. Heeseung’s fists clenched as he stared at the closed door, frustration churning in his stomach. So close. He had been just a step away from entering your room.

Beneath that door lay the key to your heart. Access to your room meant understanding your interests, habits, likes, and dislikes, transforming himself into the man you dreamed of. Jake was a limited source. How much does a brother really talk about his sister?

“What’re you doing here?” Jake questioned as Heeseung and you descended the stairs.

“He was here to drop off the books you read as a useless hobby, so I asked for help with Anatomy,” you explained, smiling at Heeseung, who now seemed oddly stern.

Jake snickered, pulling off his baseball cap to let blonde locks fall into his eyes. “You’re pestering my friend for anatomy?” He chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

“No, I offered,” Heeseung replied, his tone sharp and cutting through. You turned your head in confusion at his sudden change in demeanour. “Don’t you stay for an extra lesson?” Heeseung raised his brow, seemingly well-versed in Jake’s schedule.

“Yeah, but they let us out early since we’ve covered the semester,” Jake responded, indifferent to Heeseung’s tone, as he tossed his bag onto the floor.

“Up for a round of LOL?” Jake rubbed his palms together in excitement.

Heeseung’s cold gaze changed with a hint of amusement as he nodded. He turned to you, his smile languid. “Sorry Y/N, League of Legends will always be my first choice,” he declared.

“It’s cool, I’ll survive,” you scoffed, jogging back up the stairs and closing your door to resume studying.

Dropping into the armchair, your thoughts drifted to the sudden shift in atmosphere at Jake’s arrival. Jake and Heeseung’s friendship seemed...strange. Your brother followed Heeseung’s lead without question, even overlooking his friend's occasional indifference. Jake, a softie, who would give you the silent treatment for calling him a nerd, yapping about ‘she called me a bad word’ to your mother, seemed unfazed by Heeseung’s intimidating nature.

Shaking your head, you forced your attention back to your studies, determined to focus despite the lingering curiosity.

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

Another round. 

Another one.

One more.

Heeseung was losing patience, hectically pressing buttons on the Nintendo Switch, his fingers straining to match his brain’s pace. With a hazy vision, Heeseung turned to inspect Jake. Finally, the blonde had lost his will to play, dropping to the couch as snores wracked his frame. It had taken five gruelling hours of continuous rounds, but it would all be worth it.

The opportunity had presented itself, Heeseung internally reasoned. He didn’t sneak into your house or anything— he had greeted your parents when they returned and even ate some snacks your mother had lovingly offered. He was not an intruder. He was a guest, and now the guest was wandering in search of a bathroom. He knew Jake’s bathroom was down the hall, but he purposely overlooked that route, opting instead to tread up the staircase. With every step, rugged creaks whispered in the darkness, but Jake’s tumultuous snores helped mask his motives. 

Soon, he was standing before your door. And this time, he was unstoppable because no one would bother you at 3 AM.

Breath held, lips pressed in silent tension, he pulled at the handle and slipped inside. A thicker blanket of darkness clouded his vision. Freezing against the door, Heeseung blinked rapidly, determined to accommodate his vision. Streaks of streetlight treaded inside from the edge of the curtain, letting him finally see his surroundings, and he turned to inspect the room.

A study desk toppled with bulks of books and papers with sharpies and pens laid at the edge. Heeseung quietly stepped towards it, his finger grazing the neat text, written with keen attention. His chest tingled when he imagined you pepped up on the swivelling chair, jotting down intricate notes with such pretty handwriting. By the look of it, he could tell you were at the top of your studies, a beauty with brains.

Heeseung noticed your phone charging on the edge of the table and quickly grabbed a hold of it. He didn’t know enough to unlock your phone, but he could easily download his new software without a fuss. Heeseung pulled out his phone, automatically airdropping the relevant file to yours. The new software wasn’t an ordinary tracking device, but it even synced your live activity. Now onwards, all your texts and calls would go through him. The only drawback? He needed time for the syncing to finalise.

He put your phone down, but his gaze caught the back cover, and he immediately inspected it. You kept a Polaroid inside the cover, a beautiful smile lighting up your features as you stood next to your best friend at what seemed like Disneyland. Heeseung wanted to cherish your smile, but noticing the arm your friend easily draped across your waist, fury seethed beyond his pupils.

Why were people so effortlessly a part of your life? Why did it come so easily to everyone but him? To him, you were so distant like a dream. He had to bide his time, pretend to be patient, and even befriend a narcissist like Jake, just to make you aware of his existence.

Why couldn’t he just have you?

Heeseung turned away, his mood soured, his gaze searching for something to get his mind off the bitterness. The room was… perplexingly simple. Most of your personality was huddled on that desk; the walls were empty with just a cuckoo clock in the centre and a bean bag resting against the wardrobe. Dispiritedly, he allowed himself to gaze at the bed.

A master bed served with your petite frame wrapped like a sushi roll on a platter.

Heeseung’s body grew warm at the sight. You were in dreamland, the sound of slow breathing now clearer to his ears as he crept closer. He stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze running over your frame. To his displeasure, your face was hidden from his prying eyes, strands disorderly shadowing your features, evoking his irritation.

He couldn’t help it. He found himself getting nearer, your scent getting stronger, soft vanilla teasing his nostrils. Placing his knee on the white sheets, he leaned forward and brushed the strands off your face.

Long lashes rested against your tinted cheeks, round parted lips with a hint of drool running past the corner. Heeseung didn’t even notice when he had dropped himself on the sheets’, his torso completely resting beside your sleeping frame. 

Heaven. The sheets were warm and immersed in your scent, giving him the illusion of your embrace. 

His palms itched to touch. His tongue felt heavy with appetite. He had memorised every inch of your beauty to see you behind his eyelids, but his hands still didn’t know your touch.

Heeseung impulsively reached out, his index finger grazing your bottom lip. Instantly, heat spread from his chest down to his centre. His fingers trembled as he traced the rose petals. Your slow breaths coupled with the softness of your lips made his hunger flare up. He trailed the finger down your chin, collecting your drool, and he transferred it to his mouth, impatiently sucking in your taste. 

He couldn’t help the urge to lower himself, stick his tongue out and slide it against your bottom lip.

His toes curled, his eyes falling shut.

Euphoria. 

Suddenly, he felt like a teenager sharing his first kiss. Your saliva was like sugar melting on his tongue, a taste so delectable that his insides curled in starvation. Heeseung wasn’t a fan of desserts, but your flavour humbled him, making him realise what he’d been missing all his life. He preferred the taste of wine and burnt spices, believing his palate was too mature for anything so juvenile. Yet, god—your lips were like the first shot of his high. Suddenly, sweet things became irresistible.

His lower region tingled as his flicks became harsher, his mouth wide open in mindless hunger, his drool messily spilling on your lips. His mind buzzed, body twisting into the sheet in urgency; your taste had rendered him so weak that he was willing to disrupt his entire plan just from the heat of your mouth.

He felt his arousal strain through his trousers as he tried sliding his tongue in the small gleaming gap in your lips when suddenly he felt you stir. He jerked away, breath heaving, lips drenched with spit. Narrow-eyed, he surveyed your features.

Please not yet. Please, baby.

Instead of ruining his plans, you simply tugged the blanket low. He saw your tongue peek out and run over your bottom lip and gulp down his saliva. It was unintentional and child-like, maybe, one of your sleeping habits. But Heeseung’s blood burned at the sight, his mouth drying up, pupils darkening.

His gaze chased lower, and he spotted a silver of skin, peaking through the cover. The blanket was tangled low on your waist, exposing your brunched-up shirt to his hungry eyes. He didn’t even bother fighting his lascivious thoughts, abruptly tugging up your shirt to reveal your stomach. Heeseung crawled down, his lips immediately pressing into the golden skin, trailing restrained kisses up your waistline. His restrain wavered when he was presented with the sight of your tiny belly button. His mouth salivated as he observed the little hole. Instantly his tongue lashed out, dipping into the curve. His body hummed, his vision blurring as his hips involuntarily thrust into the sheets. He wanted to fill—every hole—every crevice that let him invade. If there was a part he couldn’t physically access, he wanted to stab holes and punch his essence in every corner to mark you as his.

Saliva pooled down his jawline, drenching your abdomen as he protruded his needy tongue into your warm button. He flicks become hungrier, needier, his hands scrambling to grope something—anything. With cheeks pressed flat against your damp stomach, he bit down on his lip to silence the groan itching up his throat as he squeezed your waist.

Fuck. You were made to be touched. You were made to be his clay. You were made to mould into his favourite plaything. You were made for him to love.

Inhale.

Heeseung’s gaze darted to your face, his muscles tensing at the sharp inhale.

Fuck—shit—fuck—your eyes were half open.

Survival instincts kicked in, and Heeseung rolled off the bed at lightning speed, slithering beneath it, pressing his lips together to steady his breathing. The bed creaked as you shifted and sat up. He could almost picture it: your heavy-lidded eyes widening in alarm, the image of a flushed Heeseung gazing up at you—poof—gone, like a mystical encounter. You’d wonder if seeing him there was a figment of your imagination. You’d gulp and rub your template, accepting your insanity.

Heeseung envisioned it all—and he was right.

You were going crazy, thinking about Heeseung, your brother’s best friend, doing sickening, revolting, absolutely heavenly things to you. You didn’t recall dreaming of him, but you might be a stage two schizophrenic because you were now hallucinating his presence. Your body was overly indulged in the hallucination, feverish and covered in goosebumps. You kicked off the blanket, noticing your shirt pooled up, your stomach warm, limbs shaking.

Heeseung waited, his heartbeat steadying as you showed no sign of suspicion. Just like he had imagined. Your insecure mind probably convinced you otherwise. Sometimes, even seeing doesn’t translate to believing—especially for someone as pure-hearted as you. You’d rather doubt your own soul than accuse anyone else of foul play. He’d have to teach you to believe in yourself more than this world—he’d force you to grow a thorn in that beautiful heart, so no one could taint it. Except him.

He lay there, flushed—dazed. He laid there for hours until your laborious breaths morphed into sweet lullabies.

As he slid out the bed, he turned towards you, his heart throbbing with adoration.

You were back to being a little sushi roll, covered with a blanket, your hair sticking to your face as you slept like a log. The mere thought of someone else seeing you innocently asleep made his blood boil. He'd gladly crack open their skulls, extract their hippocampi, and flush them down the toilet to erase any trace of you from their minds.

Heeseung stepped closer and gently kissed your head. He inhaled deeply, savouring your scent from your flushed frame. Reluctantly, he stepped back, grabbed his phone and ensured the sync was complete before heading out the door.

He had to speed things up; the wait was becoming unbearable.

Straight away, Heeseung took a cab home. There was a solid hour before his morning lecture, so he immediately threw himself into his bed and analysed the synced files on his phone.

Details from your phone helped him understand you, but he didn’t know everything just yet. He scrolled through your notes. You liked watching dramatic sitcoms about housewives and divorces. Your YouTube was just a diverse cookbook: most watched clips were recipes ranging from brownies to egg soufflé to Arabic hummus. He chuckled as he noticed some dance tutorials. He would love to see you dance one day.

Your social media presence was barely a drop in his research. You had zero posts, and mostly followed celebrities and high school girlfriends. Looking into your teenage years, to Heeseung’s relief, you had been to an all-girls school. He scoured your followers for any guys, but except for some male actors, you didn’t seem to have anyone worth noting.

The syncing only allowed access to a specific set of photos you had downloaded from your PC onto the mobile. There was a total of six pictures— three of those were of the fucking sunset. The rage he felt as he patiently waited for the pictures to download only to be met with an ugly ball of yellow light was unfathomable.

As he scrolled, he found a picture of a younger girl in a white sundress sitting beside a boy who proudly held up a fishing net, occupied with three mackerels, a memory of Jake and your childhood. His heart felt warm as he zoomed into your features. Unknowingly, he was tracing the line of your smile, the shape of your eyes on the screen, a dumb smile playing on his own lips.

He snapped out of it and scrolled ahead. The following picture was a group photo from— high school. You were the centre of attention, your hair up in a ponytail, a vivid smile glossing your features as girls huddled around you. He felt the magnetic pull exuding your frame even from lifeless photos— making him wish he had opted for your area, so he could have found you earlier. He believed whatever time frame he found you, he would have pounced to get you to himself.

Heeseung forcibly clicked off and opened the last photo in the synced album. His smile wiped off, his body sitting alert, his gaze narrowed and fixated on the screen. Your university’s back entrance had a swing where he noticed couples hanging and making out.

In the snapped photo, you were perched on top of the wooden swing, eating an ice lolly with a man behind you, his hands on your shoulders, a shit-eating grin on his face whilst pointing at the camera.

Heeseung’s grip on his phone tightened. From the outskirts, he hadn’t seen that face anywhere near you, but then again, how much could one know as an outsider. 

No.

Jake’s mocking insults about your love life were proof of your singularity.

He hated knowing such little about your world. He hated someone so undeserving and irrelevant could touch you so easily when he had to watch you from the shadows, dwell on small encounters.

He had to find this guy and ensure your protection before he could even think of disclosing his love for you. Whatever this man was, Heeseung had to know more.

I finally found the masterlist 😭 I've been wanting to reread the series but for some reason the series masterlist's link isn't working.

|ROUTE 1: Heeseung|A Story That Starts With a Text

📃summary: when you installed a dating app to just mess around with random people, not knowing that you were turning your peaceful life into a bloody one the moment you sent that text.

🥀genre: yandere, angst, fluff, college au!

🥀warning: cursing, kleptomaniac! reader, manipulation, betrayals, suggestive content, future non-con w a minor involved! (only in one ep, 18+ only mdni! this is only for entertainment, I don't condone this behaviour)

🥀pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

🖋️a/n: this is my first series T^T , and my first time writing in this blog. So expect alot of grammar errors, awkward storytelling and dialogues! I'm always trying to improve, and so any feedbacks and criticisms are welcome. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! pls do not be a silent reader, if there's anything u want to say bout my story! Pls do! It really makes my day.

EPISODE 01 : dating app

EPISODE 02: first text

EPISODE 03: your little marionette

EPISODE 04: the seventh month game

EPISODE 05: fate

EPISODE 06: fairy tale

EPISODE 07: fools | pt. 1 | pt. 2 |

EPISODE 08: lie after lie

EPISODE 09: traitor | pt. 1 | pt. 2 |

EPISODE 10: carnival

EPISODE 11: ...

|>YANDERE SERIES: ENHYPEN (PART 1)

|> secondary blog: @llyzblog

THAT WAS UNEXPECTED but I'm not gonna complain 👀😌

ENHYPEN Imagines

limerence.

pairings: lee heeseung x reader

synopsis: you’ve been secretly admiring and slightly staking lee heeseung for a while now. the admiration you once thought to be harmless started to evolved and made you do something unexpected.

warnings: grammatical error, obsessive love, stalking (slight), yandere.

word count: 5k.

note: this took a while to be posted. i know, i’m so lazy to post it, i’m sorry lmao. anyway, enjoy! also this is connected to the other yandere fics of enhypen. i will probably put it into a masterlist together. replies and reblogs are highly encouraged! send me a message to my asks too! i love reading them. thank you so much, ily. stay safe!

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‘Have you ever liked someone?’

Probably, right? Okay, let me rephrase it...

‘Have you ever liked someone to the point that you feel obsessed? Like you watch him silently, dreamt of him being with you...’

“Hi Heeseung!” your eyes snapped open when you heard that name. With squinting eyes, you tried to scan the wide field of your school to look for him.

And there he is.

Lee Heeseung.

Standing confidently by the field, wearing his jersey like he was meant to play rugby even before he was born. His pitch black hair falls messily on top of his sinful beautiful face. He smiles softly as he waves at the girls by the end of the bench. They screamed loudly after managing to catch his attention.

The handsome man doesn’t seem to even be slightly bothered by it as he comes to receive such reactions from girls everyday. You knew. Because you always watch him from afar, admiring him.

He’s one of the popular kids in your school. Very handsome, plays sport, not so bad with his acads and from a wealthy family. Girl’s will fall on their knees for him and you cannot blame them. He is worth to be simped for. Mainly why you had fallen into this deep dark obsession you slowly grew addicted on.

It started normal. A girl catching attraction over his schoolmate. Somehow, you wanted to blame him for being so cool with everything. Whatever he does, he have this way of turning it into an attractive way. It was hard to properly explain, but its sums up to Lee Heeseung being overwhelmingly admirable.

“You should go for it, dude!” your steps halted from walking along the long hallway when you saw two familiar tall figures.

One was Park Jongseong, also known as Jay, and then the taller one is Lee Heeseung leaning over one of the lockers. They’re looking over somewhere— more like someone. You unconsciously followed his line of sight and saw Irish, one of the cheerleader of your school. Totally hot chick babe and almost everyone in the campus knows her.

You saw how Heeseung’s stares pierced right at her while she laughs with her friends, unaware of it. Something bitter slowly spreads your chest and made it harder for you to take further steps.

Heeseung didn’t say a word to his friend and just kept his stares over Irish. Like he’s watching her very closely, observing everything about her. Just like how you are to him. A part of your heart cracks at the thought of it, but you couldn’t really blame him. Irish are exactly the type of girl that fits him very well. For all you know, the whole school will rejoice.

You snapped back to reality when you saw them slowly facing your way. Panic consumes you when you saw them heading your way. You and Heeseung will walk across each other. As usual, you lowered your head trying to prevent any chances of eye contact.

While in a hurry, you unexpectly clash over someone and you turned right away to face them. The lace to your i.d slightly got tangled with the other person and because you faced them, it got off. Thankfully, neither of them got broken.

“I’m sorry fo—” your eyes grew wide at the sight of Lee Heeseung. His placid expression as he stared down right at you just sent shivers to your spine, stomach churns and legs wobbling.

Your heart bursts just by short eye contact so you bowed politely and run away. You probably look like a pathetic loser for him now because of how you reacted and the students around who witnessed the scene might think you are being crazy.

The thoughts and worries were forcedly shoved away by your consciousness. Finally snapping out of the embarrassing quick flashback. It’s not like he will remember you anyway. Nobody in your school does. For them, you’re invisible.

You have no friends. It’s totally fine for you. Its not so sad to the point you cry inside your bedroom every night just because you have nobody to walk with you along the school premises. You aren’t a loner because they isolated you purposely. It was your own choice.

Besides, how can you freely spy Lee Heeseung if you have a friend that goes around with you all the time? They will just think you are a creep or much worst, they might report you.

As you try to catch your breath and calm yourself, the vivid memory of Heeseung’s face up close flashes back to your mind. His pretty eyes, nose pointy and kissable lips. Not to mention his slightly tan complexion. Suddenly, your heart starts racing once again.

Bumping into him was so far your first true interaction with him and the distance a while ago was the closest you got. Due to his tall height and slim body proportions, he doesn’t seem like someone whose physically strong. But when you bump into him, he didn’t even moved. Like as if you hit a wall and not a person.

Just by thinking of it makes you blush hard. It feels illegal to feel so good about it. With a ghost of smile, you started heading to your next class.

It was break time already and so Heeseung and his friends gathered together as usual. When he arrived, he already saw some of his friends hanging out near the cafeteria, causing some traffic due to the girls who wants to stare at them.

“Let’s go. I’m starving.” he says that caught their attention. Jungwon whose on his phone nods, while Jake headlocks Ni-ki so they can go inside.

Jay waits for Heeseung to catch up on him before he lays his hand on him, asking for something. He smirks before fishing something from his pocket and handed it to him without a word.

Sunghoon and Sunoo follows behind them as they go inside the rowdy cafeteria. Eyes follows them shamelessly and they didn’t really put much care into it. As long as they don’t bother them, he’s cool with him.

His eyes roamed around and caught Irish' group of friends at the left corner. She’s talking with them while she fixes her hair from time to time. Heeseung snaps back to reality when someone claps their hand to his shoulder. It was Jake.

“Do you think it would work?” Heeseung unconsciously asked.

Jake follows his line of sight and he chuckles, “It will for sure. Don’t you trust me?”

Heeseung whips his head to face his friend and smirks at him. “I trust your plan. I’m just a little excited.”

His friends flashed him this teasing grin before nodding his head while smiling downwardly.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get her soon.”

He nods and the line moved so its their turn to buy food. They chose the table near the entrance so they can leave easily. Their heads looked over Jungwon when he sighs a little, resting his phone down the table. His food untouched.

“What’s wrong?” Jay asked the younger one, a little concerned.

Jungwon eyes them and shook his head once. “(jungwon’s girl)’s refusing to eat again. She said she wants to come out of the house.” his tone low, enough for them to only hear.

They seem unbothered by the fact that their friend, the kind Yang Jungwon, president of the student council, has been hiding one of their schoolmate. The one that has been missing for months now.

“Why? I thought she’s finally behaving already?”

Jungwon smiles a little, a sign of victory.

“She is. Well, she gets bored of waiting for me to come home everyday from school. She wants to go out and attend school again.”

Heeseung’s mind went blank before his head unconsciously darting at the left corner of the cafeteria. He saw her finally eating her food. He watches her silently while imagining being with her. Holding her by his arms, inhaling her scent, kissing her neck, cheeks, nose and lips.

He cut his own thoughts as he’s slowly falling deep into it. He can’t be submissive over his own greed and ends up messing everything. It can’t be good, specially that they need to follow.

“Oh, right...” Jungwon starts that caught his friends' attention.

“Did you manage to get the part time?” he asks his Sunoo hyung. The latter smiles brightly and raises his thumbs up, making them all smile as well.

“I bribed the manager to let me work there for a week or so. He didn’t even think twice.” he announced.

Ni-ki scoffs after taking a sip from his drink. “What about your parents? Did they ask why you suddenly want to work a part time job?”

“Mom got curious, but I told her I just really want to try working.”

“And she buys it?”

“Yes.” and Sunoo nods.

They resumed eating, talking from time to time. They enjoy their food while the other students enjoy watching them eat.

“Look who's here...” Jake whistles and nudge his chin over a direction, informing them of who just entered the cafeteria along with her best friend.

When their eyes saw who it was, Heeseung’s eyes flee over Sunghoon and he already has glaring eyes towards Jake.

“Don’t whistle like that. She ain’t a dog.” he seriously said that earns only playful giggles from Jake and Ni-ki.

“I heard she likes you very much Hoon.” Heeseung says.

The statement made the boiling anger in his friend’s eyes calm down as he licked his lips, ears burning red.

Jungwon chuckles, “You’re still after Heeseung hyung, remember that.”

“I fucking know. So hurry up so I can have mine.” he said directly at Heeseung that only made him smile. He badly wants to do it quickly as well.

Your obsession is getting worst. Before, you’re already contented just by looking at him, watching him. And now seeing him lurking around Irish makes you feel so mad. You have no rights to, but that’s what you’re feeling.

How can he show those sweet smiles towards her? Carry her bag? Stare at her eyes softly? Why can’t it be you?

It's been a week ever since you’ve seen Heeseung hanging out with Irish too often. News of the two of them dating surrounds the campus like a wild fire and its making you feel so... jealous. You know its bad. You know its wrong, but you’re starting to hate Irish. Even if she’s not doing anything to you.

No... Actually she did something. She stole Heeseung.

While studying one night and obviously having zero progress, you decided to cut some slack and lay down your bed. Scrolling over your tiktok and then switching it to naver, scanning some latest news. It was pretty boring, not until a popular search caught your eye.

‘How can you make someone like you back?’

You’ve never clicked so fast in your life. Feeling impatient for it to load completely, you nibbled on your lower lip, eyes fixed at the screen of your phone.

There are pretty decent suggestions, such as dressing up, having make overs, try to get their attention.. blah blah. Same bullshits that you can see on movies or tv series. Its actually annoying how they think that could work? For people who's naturally pretty or full of charms, maybe.

You cursed and was about to exit the damn article when something caught your attention once again. Its a comment probably left by someone in a joking way. A hundred replies were left beneath it and it gained almost a thousand likes.

‘Kidnap them and keep them in your house.’

Your heart beats so fast by the illegal and dark thoughts that occupies your mind. These are the things that can ruin everything in you, but this obsession seems to be feeding and growing nonstop inside you and now its unstoppable. All you can think of is that you have to get him. You’ve got to have Lee Heeseung for yourself.

A week later, with nervous hands fidgeting together and rigid breathing, you pull your face mask upper to make sure it covers the lower part of your face. A black hat tops your outfit. People won’t be suspicious of you as wearing face masks became pretty normal already.

You can almost hear your heart thumping loudly inside your chest when you felt a presence looming behind you.

“Coal?” one man muttered the code name you told him to use once he arrived so you’ll know its him.

You didn’t even glance at him and just try to hand him the paperbag containing your payment for the stuff you asked online. It was odd that you’re here at the vacant park near your apartment building but its much weirder that you can buy these type of serums on the internet. Although it requires a lot of secrecy, but still. Now this feels very illegal.

After he handed you your package, the man never said another word. It was impossible to tell who it was too since like you, he’s all covered. Well, if he’s going to illegally sell these meds he really needs to hide his identification.

He left afterwards. It was like as if he wasn’t even there. It makes you feel shivers down your spine and eyes dropped at the paperbag. Your heart thumps, remembering what it contains inside. You’re a little hesitant, makes you wonder if you should continue your plan or just back out.

But then Heeseung kept flashing inside your mind.

You decided to walk back to your apartment as it was late already and you shouldn’t encounter anyone. Nobody should know that you went out of your apartment at this time.

Once back inside, you went to the fridge and get your favorite drink. Thankfully, you stopped by the convenience store near your place before going home. You didn’t need to go there right now that can make you suspicious.

You have a simple plan. It’s not the best one you can come up with, but its better that way or not getting Heeseung at all.

First, you will wait for him at his usuall route back to his apartment. For some reasons, he take the shorter way near the park where you just got your package. He walks there whenever he doesn’t take his car because of practice.

They have rugby practice during tuesdays and thursdays. You’ll wait for him that day and quietly stalks behind him. That won’t be too hard because you’ve done it multiple times, he never caught on you. It’s either he's really dense or he’s just very tired from practice to even give a fuck.

While you stalk behind him, you will find the perfect timing to go close and point a knife on his side. You will threaten him to come with you or else you will hurt him.

A lot of contrasting thoughts occupies your mind, but you disregard all of them and stayed positive.

There’s just some minor problems. Sometimes, he walks with another friend. Another one is that since he’s very tall and obviously much well built than you, he’ll probably fight back, right? Will your plan even work? The last problem is that you have to make sure nobody will see it. His practice ends late, so he’ll probably walk home late as well.

The next day was wednesday and you’re planning to execute your plan tomorrow. They will have a practice and since the games are near, surely they will stay late. Mixed emotions while trying to prepare yourself for what's about to unfold.

“Ack!” your head unconsciously snaps over to the side after hearing someone shriek from the corner.

Three people are at the far side of it, making sure their presence will be unknown by any school officials. You kept staring and when you realized that Jay was one of the three, you let out a sigh. He’s probably bullying lower years once again.

He often loves playing pranks or occasionally makes fun of the lower batch. You slightly feel bad for them, but there’s really nothing you can do. Jay’s one of the most influential kids in your school. His family is very wealthy and have a lot of connections all over the town. It sure is a bad idea to go against him.

Just like other students, you turned blind-eye and just went on walking back to your classroom. Being observant gave you the ability to adapt to your surrounding and to avoid any way to get into people’s bad side.

Specially to Heeseung’s group of friends' bad side. They’re the most dangerous kids here if you’ll be very honest.

Starting off with Yang Jungwon. His father is the Governor. Being the younger son, his parents always favor him. Next is Jay, his father owns a big travels agency. He’s their only child too so that only means his parents will do anything for him.

Follows up to him is Jake Sim. His parents are both doctors and they own multiple Hospitals. They also own one of the biggest pharmaceuticals in the country. And you know what it means when your source of income aligns with health, it reeks of money. Health is wealth, that’s what they said. Well, he at least he do well in school unlike some of them. You’ll give him that.

Park Sunghoon. The first child of the owners of the biggest and most famous Law firm in the country. His father won a lot of big cases local and international. It was no doubt that he have the ability to manipulate the law itself in any way he wants. He’s a snobby one too.

Kim Sunoo is the youngest child of business tycoons. His parents owns big and well known commercial establishment all over the country. He’s no joke. Very spoiled as well and have a rude attitude. His face speaks for him whenever he look over people that are not on his level.

Nishimura Riki, middle child of said to be owners of Engineering and Architectural companies that said to be incharge of building the biggest establishments and also the roads of the country.

Lee Heeseung is just the same with the six of them. His parents owns an airline and is currently one of the three biggest in the country. He’s the youngest of the two sons and sure is spoiled rotten.

Their families are considered the most powerful and influential families in the town. They basically rule this place. Nobody, as in no soul dares to mess with them. Their kids, which is the seven gorgeous boys you just mentioned, were the ones that rules the school like their own playground.

The thought made you halt your step. Are you really gonna do that? You’re probably losing your mind at the moment. Lee Heeseung is the son of one of the most influential people in your town. There’s no way you could execute this plan properly, right? This is probably the worst idea.

But as if like the fate is playing jokes on you, just in time Lee Heeseung walks ahead of you. His familiar manly scent made it to your nose that instantly drawn you into a spell. A dangerous one.

Your eyes follows him while he walks confidently over the hallway of your building. His wide back and long legs sure is eye-catching as you watch students almost breaking their necks just to get a good glimpse of the said boy.

Still under that dangerous spell, you ignored all those thoughts and your decision to do what you planned ruled over the fear.

The next day came and you’re currently at a near convenience store to buy your favorite drink. You mindlessly grabbed one from the big fridge then walk towards the counter. Your eyes settles to the cashier boy that focuses on scanning your order as the familiar beep sound errupts from it.

“That’ll be 2000 won.” he mumbled softly. Your eyes are glued to him for some reason.

“Miss?” he calls you again that snapped you back to reality. It somehow made you feel shy for spacing out.

“U-Uh, yeah. I’m sorry.” you lowered your gaze to fish something from your wallet. As you grab your money, you kind of felt off.

“Here.” you placed the correct amount of payment and watch as how he slid the drink near you.

His fair complexion grabs your attention and it made you tilt your head to the side. You’ve been in this convenience store a lot and not once have you seen this person yet. Well, you can’t really tell who it was since he’s wearing a cap and mask. But his built and all is very unfamiliar, far from the people who you saw working here.

In the end, you realized that maybe the fact that you’ll be doing something illegal tonight makes you overthink alot. It makes you overanalyze everything. So you disregarded all those thoughts and just go to where you need to be.

Just like how you planned you waited patiently at the usual route Lee Heeseung takes whenever he has practice. Just near a vending machine, you crouched to hide yourself from his sight.

Exactly how you expects him to arrive, he did. There he is. Wearing a plain white t-shirt and his sweats while his big duffel bag hangs loosely over his body. Both of his hands are inside his pocket.

His tall figure kind of intimidates you, but there’s no chance of backing out at the moment. It’s better to take action right away.

When you’re about to walk towards him, he stops that made you stoned to your position. You carefully watch his movements and somehow expects him to turn around.

He didn’t. Instead, he started rummaging over his bag making him totally unaware of his surroundings. He’s so busy looking for whatever that thing he’s trying to get inside his bag. You silently cheered and advances near him to execute your plan.

A few steps away from him and you can already smell his addicting manly scent. Once you’re near enough, you stood behind and placed one of your hand at his shoulder. Your other hand holding the knife points over to his side, making sure it won’t hurt or bruise him.

“Don’t move.” you tried to hard to sound so intimidating.

You felt Heeseung tensing up and stiffened in front of you. His tall figure almost covers you from the view of people in front him. He didn’t said anything right away.

“What the...” he mumbles.

You take a deep breath. “Don’t even think of doing something funny.” you threatened again, pressing the knife more. Just so he can feel it and be scared of it. His head craned to the side so you know he’s now aware of the weapon you have.

“What do you need? Money? I can give you all of mine.” he casually said. He doesn’t even sound scared. You gulped, nervous now.

“I d-don’t need your money!”

He turned his head and was about to face you, but you pushed him over the shoulder to prevent it. He sighed and tilt his head. His large figre in front of you makes you feel dizzy.

“Start walking! Do as I say or I will seriously burry this knife on your side.”

He was silent for a while, unresponsive. You’re already worrying that he’s about to fight back, but thankfully he started walking towards the direction you’re guiding him.

“Where?” he asks, still sounding calm.

“To that building.” you said seriously and started guiding him inside.

The guard on patrol are probably out on a break so he's not on his usual spot by the entrance of the apartment building. Heeseung stayed silent until you reached the elevator.

You stretched your arm to press the floor button and met eyes with him through his reflection on the elevator doors. It made your heart race insanely fast. You kept your composure and went back on standing behind him, knife pressed on his side.

His eyes looked blank while staring silently at you. It made you shiver, but there’s no backing out anymore. If you showed him that you’re scared it will backfire on you.

“You know you’ll get arrested for this, right?” he asks calmly.

You know that very well. But you alreay lost your mind for him. Obsession sure is a dangerous thing, toxicating.

You ignored what he said and pushed his back so he can start walking again once you arrived at your floor. Since its already pretty late, the hallway was empty as expected so it was easier for you.

“Don’t make a sound.” you reminded him, knife still pressed at his side while you hold his one arm.

“What? Do you think I will scream like a fucking pussy?” his tone was full of sarcasm that completely caught you off-guard.

You’ve always know that he is confident and brave. But how come he can still be this arrogant despite a knife being pressed over him? Is he really this fearless? Or maybe he just don’t take you seriously.

“Watch your tone.” you hissed at him.

He craned his neck at the side and stared down at you. It was cold and blank. You shivered once again, but you kept a glare on him.

“Punch my code in.” and you started to dictate your pincode for him.

He surprisingly obliged without giving you a hard time and noticed how natural he looked pressing those numbers in. The door made a sound and you kicked it open before pushing him once again.

He didn’t say anything and just struts inside. His head moves side to side, scanning the whole room. You felt your cheeks flushing by realizing that Lee Heeseung is inside. Just by standing behind him and watching him awkwardly standing in the middle of your small living room, makes you realize that he look out of place because he’s so big.

Your apartment never look so small before.

“Sit down at the couch.” you ordered after snapping out of your trance.

He turned around to face you and cooly slid his hands back inside his pockets. He stared at you with his intense blank eyes.

“I said sit down!” you shouted, feeling worried that he will really fight back already.

To your surprise, Heeseung obliged with no complain. He sat down, occupying a large space to your almost worn out sofa. He stared at you, still with no words coming out from his sexy lips.

You started walking closer, his eyes following your movements. You gulped and pursed your lips before grabbing the handkerchief that has a chloroform. His eyes darted at it but remained silent.

“You won’t be hurt as long as you behave yourself.” you mumble and walked closer to him.

His head tilts to the side, the side of his lips lifts. “You have the guts.” he whispered but enough for you to hear.

You gulped and acted quickly pushed forward and covering his mouth and nose with the handkerchief. His hand reaches out for you and it felt so warm over your skin. He was trying to resist but you pour everything to keep him in place.

After a while, his movements became weak and his eyes started batting slowly. You cheer inwardly and smiles when he finally fall over to the sofa, unconscious.

You heaved a heavy sigh watching him knocked out. Slowly standing up and staring down at his sleeping state, a victory smile spreads across your face. Both of your hands raises up.

“It actually works!” you cheered, very cheeky.

You leaned closer and softly poked his cheeks to check if he's awake. When he’s not responding, you quickly grabbed the rope and tape you bought. Carefully you tied him up, making sure it won’t him too much.

After making sure he’s all secured, a big smile makes it way to your lips once again. You leaned towards him and can hear his calm breathing.

You chest thumped loudly and you can feel your whole system almost comvulsing in so much thrill. You can feel your throat drying up just by staring at his pretty face. Not once did you imagine being this close to him. Dreams do really come true.

When your finger touches his soft face, you retrieve it like as if you got burn by it. You bit your lower lip trying to suppress the big, crazy grin on your face.

“You’re really here with me.” you utter and giggled as you stood up.

Deciding to kill some time to wait for him to wake up again, you went to get your favorite drink so you can drink it. It’s a pre-celebration for actually executing your plan.

You have a big smile on your face as you drink from it. After that, you sat at the other sofa and opened the television to entertain yourself. You glanced over to Heeseung and giggled once again, seeing him sleeping cutely.

While watching this show, you can feel your eyes losing focus, your lids feeling heavier. You’re starting to doze off. Suddenly you feel so sleepy, but its different. Like it feels heavier, your body weighing tons.

As you slowly falls back to the couch, dozing off, before your eyes fully close you can see a shadow from the corner of the room. You don’t know if its just your hallucination or what, but you have no time to confirm since your eyes fully closed.

A figure slowly loomes closer to Heeseung’s body at the coach. His arm stretches with a knife and then he freed his arm and legs from the ropes you just tied him with. Heeseung’s eyes cracks open and it quickly darted at your direction.

“How long will she be out?” He asks his friend after he took off the tape on his mouth.

“If Sunoo did inject the right dosage I told him, two to three hours.” Jake informs him and even glanced at the drink they just spiked.

Their head snaps at the door when it opened revealing Sunoo with Jungwon. Sunoo’s still on his uniform from the convenience store and Jungwon with his hoodie and sweatpants. Their brows furrowed hardly.

“How is he awake?” Sunoo wonders, referring to their friend.

Heeseung teared his eyes from them and struts closer to your position.

“He just pretended to pass out.” Jungwon concluded, putting two and two together. Sunoo nods and roams his eyes around the place.

Sunghoon, Jay and Ni-ki finally arrives and they’re all wearing their hoodies and sweatpants. Some of them wears caps.

“Did you handle the apartment manager?” Jake asks.

Jay nods his head, smirking. “That sum of money is enough for him to shut his mouth. Nobody will know we’ve been here.”

“I also made sure no one’s around the neighborhood saw.” Ni-ki mumbles while eyeing his eldest hyung crouching in front of your unconscious body. His hand carefully stretches to reach for you, gently brushing some hair away from your face.

“Irish won’t say a thing too. I returned her card pass for this building.” Sunghoon says and tilts his head. “What did you even do to her, hyung? You scared the shit out of her.” he chuckles lightly and roams around your small apartment.

“You don’t want to know.” Jake smirks and glanced at his hyung.

Heeseung is silent while staring at your unconscious body. A small evil smile spreads across his face before he slid his arms to carry you.

“You’re going to keep her here?” Jungwon asks then he knocks on the wall. “The wall’s too thin.”

Heeseung shakes his head side to side.

“I’m taking her home with me.” he heaved a sigh, calming himself down.

“I’m finally taking you home with me, baby.” he whispers down at your sleeping body.

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Yandere!Enhypen reaction to: Innocent!Naive!S/O finding out about their yandere behaviours and then wanting to leave Pt. 1

Genre: Yandere themes, murders etc...

Requested: Yes

A/N: REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN, however I'll usually take one to three days to publish them or to publish anything for that matter. I'll also do the maknae line shortly

MASTERLIST

Lee Heeseung ¦ 이 희승

You and Heeseung were out for a nice coffee shop date and just wandering around town. When it was getting late and dark outside. Heeseung decided that it was safer if he accompanied you to your house. As you were walking back to your house, not so far from your house, you found an old friend of yours and stopped for a while to chat and catch up on each other's lives. You were so immersed in you conversation with your old pal that you didn't notice your boyfriend getting seriously upset. He was basically fuming. What you did notice was that Heeseung was really clingy. He was like an addicted leech. You kept pushing him off because it was kind of embarrassing to you. But he kept coming back and the fact that you kept pushing him off truly offended him.

At one point he had enough and decided to take the situation into his own hands. He harshly grabbed you by your arm and told you friend to go away. You were appalled by Heeseung's actions, that wasn't what he was like normally. Your friend objected and said that he could talk to you since he's known you for much longer. That made Heeseung's blood boil even more. He couldn't contain his emotions and started to beat up your friend as he was trying to get away and to scream for help. You were crying and yelling at Heeseung to stop, but you saying this to him only made him angrier and within two seconds he stomped on your friends chest, killing him in the process.

You rushed to your friend's corpse, you couldn't believe what just happened. Your boyfriend just killed someone because he was jealous. You wanted to call the police but you were so shocked that you couldn't, all you could do was stare at your dead friend's body laying on the cold ground.

After 2 minutes, Heeseung managed to somewhat calm down. He saw you and immediately rushed to your side.

“Honey, honey, shh” He told you, looking all innocent all while covered in blood.

“You don't need him anyways, all you need is me. He was only bothering us, don't you think?” He added, cupping your face to make you look at him instead.

“Plus, he knows that you're mine so it's entirely his fault for not backing off in the first place.” He said trying to calm you down.

“You shouldn't cry for that asshole, you know. If you don't stop someonens going to hear you. And it won't end graciously. And you wouldn't want another person dead solely because of you, now do you?” He said sounding now more firm and harsh. You nodded not wanting anything else to happen. He smiled at you and pecked you on your lips before getting up. His hands left blood on your tear stained cheeks. He told you to go inside your home and he'll take care of your, now dead, friend and that he'll join later.

“I'll try to be fast. Don't you dare running away or calling the police okay? Love you baby”

Park Jay ¦ 박 제이

You were at school, in your classroom talking with your group of friends. Everything was going fine until Jay entered the room. You greeted him before going back to your conversation. Your friend started to gush over him as you were sighing and laughing at the stupidity of what they were saying about him. At one point Jay approached all of you. You honestly thought some of your friends were about to die. Anyways all of you were happily chatting with him, until of one your classmates, Hyungjun came over. He was also very popular and it was known between your friend group that the two of you had a thing, nothing official as you two were both taking your sweet time. As soon as he came Jay glared at him, but Hyungjun did not care, all he wanted was to talk with you. You were blushing as you two talked, Jay noticed the thing between you two and absolutely hated it. You and him were meant to be together, so why would you be hanging out with someone that couldn't even come close to him?

He had no problem killing your little friend, he already did with other people as long as it was for you, he didn't mind. But this time it might be a bit more complicated as it was clear that you two were very close. So instead he chose to warn you beforehand, so that maybe he won't have to kill someone else.

At the end of your classes, Jay came to you and told you that he needed to talk to you in private. You agreed and the both of you went to a more private place to talk comfortably.

“Hey I wanted to ask you, are you and Hyungjun dating or something?” He asked with a cold face, which sort of intimidated you.

“Oh, not really. It's not official, we're taking things slow, you know” You answered truthfully.

Jay sighed at your response, which mad eyoy tilt your head in response. Why was he sighing? Was he sad? Did he like you? You didn't need to ask yourself any more questions because Jay answered them no more than 30 seconds later.

“Whatever thing is happening between the two to of you must stop ok? Just so you know you're mine and mine only. And it's not going to be some random dumbass that's going to take you away from me.” He looked down at you. He looked so serious, so much so that you were actually scared of what he might do if you didn't oblige.

“What if.... I don't?” You asked, immediately regretting ever trying to oppose him.

"Well, he's going to end up like the other students, but haven't I killed enough people for you?” Your eyes widened at his confession. You couldn't believe your ears. Did he just say that he was he one who killed those people in town? Not like it mattered anymore, you were trapped. Jay got closer to you and pushed you against the wall before blocking you.

“Now that I think that my message successfully got through, I think that we can start dating now, hm?” He said slightly smirking at your distressed State. You nodded, knowing that your life will never go back to normal anymore.

Sim Jake ¦ 심 제이크

You and your boyfriend were just peacefully eating breakfast in your kitchen. As you two finished you decided to go and change yourself into some new clothes while Jake waited for you. At one point Jake decided to go and search for something he forgot in the garage. By that point you already finished getting dressed up, so you went back to the kitchen to start doing the dishes. Your boyfriend's phone buzzed so you went and took a look at it. You saw that it wasn't his usual phone. You didn't remember him changing his phone. It seemed like someone was messaging him. You managed to read some of the messages, they talked about the other person managing to kill Lana, one of your co-workers who was bothering you. Your eyebrows lifted a bit wondering if all of this was a joke or something. It all seemed suspicious but Jake was the sweetest person you knew and it was the case for many people, so you decided to forget about it and just mention it to Jake that you saw the messages.

When Jake came back, you explained what you saw earlier. Jake did not really seem shocked or nervous, so you assumed it was a joke and he comfirmed it to you too, that it was in fact, a running joke between he and his friend.

You had honestly forgotten about this until you went back to work two days later. Your boss, who generally didn't come to see you and your colleagues, came to announce something important and devastating.

“Everyone, today I am saddened to give you those terrible news” He took a pause.

“3 days ago, Choi Lana was missing and yesterday, Lana was found dead.” A heavy atmosphere took place. You were sad for her family. But you didn't worry about it more than that.

It was when you saw Jake, when you came home that you remembered the previous incident. It all dawned on you, but you honestly didn't fully believe it.

“Good afternoon baby” Jake greeted you as you passed the front door.

“Did you hear that your co-worker Lana died recently?” He said to you casually as your eyes started to slowly fill with horror and fear. You nodded.

“Apparently it was a murder” He added now looking at you intensively. He quickly noticed that you put the pieces together, with the look on your face.

“How did you know that?” You said your voice becoming quieter with each words coming out.

“Oh, someone told me. But honestly don't you feel glad that she's gone and won't bother you anymore?”

“Well sort of...” You trailed off.

“Did you... I mean... Did your friend kill her?” You asked hesitantly. Jake's eyes darkened, it was now a certainty that you knew about what they did to Lana.

“Ah, yes. He did, I paid my "friend" to kill her, she was bullying you anyway.” He said as it was a the most normal thing to do.

“I don't think you understand how much I do for you. I just did what was the best for you, like always. And in the end it always end wonderfully, doesn't it?” But this time it was too much for you to handle.

“No... You're joking right?” He shook his head without a hint of remorse showing on his face. You could not be with someone who killed a human being.

“Jake, no way... I can't date someone who kills with no remorse” Jake's eyes darkened and his brows furrowed.

“Baby... You can't leave me. Everything I do is for you. After all I've done for you this is how thank me?” You started to feel guilty, for trying to leave him but a part of your brain still told you to leave.

“J-Jake I don't know... This is not normal, you should get helped maybe...” Jake clearly saw that you his manipulation wasn't working as well as he planned, but he wasn't going to stop.

“Honey, what I did was for your well-being, this is what every good boyfriend should do. You're so perfect and all I'm doing is making sure only quality people are in your life.” You were slowly starting to get convinced.

“But it's still murder!” You said trying to convince yourself

“You're using big words, she wasn't adding anything of value to everyone's life. She was bullying you anyways, in the end it's not a big loss. You know, I'm doing so much and you're trying discredit my work for you. That hurts Y/N. I truly thought you understood me and loved me...” You lost it. He had managed to break your mind to convince you that murder was okay, just so you could stay.

“No no... I understand. I won't leave you, ever. You're only protecting me, I'm sorry. ” You said looking down at the floor feeling guilty for even trying to leave such a "sweet" soul.

“It's okay baby, now come over here” He said smiling contently.

Park Sunghoon ¦ 박 성훈

A/N: I've already mentioned in my Yan!Sunghoon Headcannons how it would happen, this is just a more detailed explanation of how it is going to happen

It was a chilly afternoon and you and your boyfriend decided to chill and cuddle at his house.

You were both cuddling on the couch while watching movies. You didn't live very far away from Sunghoon's house, but it was still a good 10 minute walk to his house. And since you had stuff to do you couldn't stay to sleep over, which was made clear to Sunghoon beforehand.

It was getting late, and as much as you wanted to stay with your boyfriend you had things to do that couldn't wait.

“I'm so sorry, but I need to get going now” You said getting up from the couch and stretching. Sunghoon looked at you baffled and shocked, his face then turned more serious and he frowned.

“What? No way. Can't you stay longer, it's getting dark outside, you should sleep over.”

He told you, while starting to pout a little.

“I'm sorry, but I've told you I couldn't. But we'll talk and see each other soon!” You said, with a joyful tone, to cheer him up a little.

“But... You should stay. Stay with me Y/N, please” He said his bottom lip fully jutting out. You smiled, and chuckled.

“You know the answer, I really can't today.”

And it went on and on for 5 minutes straight before Sunghoon had enough. He went over to the door looking angry and locked it.

“Now you're not going anywhere.” He said looking at you smugly. You raised your eyebrows and asked him to open the door, so that you could go home.

“In your dreams only, sweetie. You live here now.” He voiced out to you. You laughed lightly before asking him if it was some sort of sick joke or prank he was trying to pull on you. He looked seriously offended, his mouth slightly agape.

“Why would I be joking about this? I'm very much serious. Don't you like the idea of living with me forever and ever?” He inquired, expecting you to agree that it was great idea.

“It's not that, but isn't it too early? Plus, I still have things to do today, so I need to go.” You replied trying to reason with him. He sighe out of annoyance and frustration caused by the lack of cooperation on your part.

“Ugh, we love each other, don't we? So you're living with me, and you're sleeping here tonight.” He said stubbornly.

“But I can't and I don't want to right now!” You almost shouted wanting to make your point come across.

“It wasn't a question. You're staying here whether you like it or not.” He spoke strictly.

“Now give me your phone.” He ordered. You did as told, the voice in your head told you to not mess around, you knew Sunghoon wasn't normal right now and you might even get hurt.

“You staying here will make everything so much easier. Since you won't see anyone else, I won't have to take care if a lot of people. Nobody will steal you away from me anymore.” He said so casually.

“I-I won't be able to go out anymore?” You asked worried about what will happen to you.

“Pff. Off course not. I don't want to share you with anyone anymore.” He laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“It's tiring. I don't see why you wouldn't to stay here with me forever. You only need me anyways.” Sunghoon adds not understanding your point of view and your feelings at all.

You didn't know how to process everything that was happening. Will you be held captive here for the rest of your life? Since when Sunghoon was this crazy? You went to the door yourself and tried to open it yourself. You tried forcing it open but it didn't work, you were starting to get truly scared as Sunghoon only snickers from the living room. The only thing you could do was to try and convince him to let you go but you knew that it wouldn't work anyway.

“Mmh, seems like the door is locked babe.” He called out to you with a playful tone. You turned around glaring at him, which only made him smile more.

“Why are you upset baby? Shall we cuddle to make you feel better?” He asked you innocently.

“No! I want to go home! And don't call me baby or whatever nicknames you have. We're not dating anymore.” You exclaimed.

By now Sunghoon wasn't amused or smiling anymore. Were you trying to break up with him? He couldn't believe it, he was literally made for you how couldn't you see that.

“First of all, you're not going anywhere else anymore. Second of all I can call you whatever I want and lastly, we're not breaking up. Ever.” He meanly said to you.

“Now you better stop saying nonsense before I get angry and you end up hurt, okay? I won't hesitate to punish you if you keep saying that you want to leave.” He got from his seat.

“I'll go and take a shower, you wait for me here.” He added as he went to his bedroom.

You now found yourself sitting on the floor, wondering how did you end up in a such messed up situation not realising that tears were falling down your cheeks.

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❁ Genre ⇛ Yandere AU, Soul mate AU, University AU

❁ Pairing ⇛ Yandere!Rich!Heeseung × GN!Reader

❁ Warning ⇛ Murder, jealousy, death, Stockholm Syndrome, cursing etc...

❁ Word Count ⇛ 4.1k

❁ SYNOPSIS ⇛ What happens when the person who’s supposed to complete you and your soul, the person who you’re supposed to love unconditionally, the person who you’re linked to happens to be a psychopath absolutely obsessed with you?

BORDERS MASTERLIST

You were just like the others. You always dreamed of finding your soul mate of love just like the rest of the people in your town did. The race or gender didn’t matter to you, finding the love of your life did. But you weren’t in a hurry either. You knew that some people met their love soul mates earlier than other, whether it was when they were a child or when they were elderly. As long as you met them one day or another you were content.

You were very excited when you finished high school, a lot of people around you told you that they met their soul mate in university. So, you hoped that you too, will be able to meet your soul mate in university. It seemed fun, all the stories that those people shared with you made you a little envious.

As university started the excitement started to wear off, and you settled in. While you didn’t meet your soul mate within the first months, the whole experience was so enjoyable that you didn’t actually mind not having met your soul mate yet.

One Thursday afternoon, you decided to wander around your campus, as they weren’t any classes you needed to attend; a bowl of fresh was all you needed. There wasn’t anyone around, at least not anyone that you could see. You didn’t pay much attention to your path, and as result you tripped on a random rock that was in your way. You fell to the ground, and before you could get up, someone called out to you. You held your head your head up to see a young handsome man holding out his hand to you. The second you had an eye contact; you both knew you were made for each other. You both felt your cheeks heating up and your hearts beating faster. He helped you getting up. And he started introducing himself.

“Um, hi. My name’s Lee Heeseung. I’m a music major, it’s my third year here.” He spoke shyly.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m a law major, it’s my first-year here.” An awkward silence took place as you both looked at the ground. Heeseung took his courage in both hands and started talking again.

“Well, I think you noticed it too but...” He took a pause before continuing.

“But I think you’re the one. I think we’re love soul mate.” He felt his face becoming redder by the second. To not let the atmosphere become awkward again you spoke up.

“Yeah, I think so too. Wow- I didn’t expect it to be frank.” You chuckled.

“I’m not sure how that whole soul mate thing works, but I suppose we should be... Like you know...” He was now sure to be red as a tomato.

“Dating?” he said hesitantly, an awkward chuckle coming out of his mouth. As much as you were excited to have met your soul mate, you still wanted to take your time, as he still was a stranger. You knew that you’d get close in no time, but it was all new to you. So, you decided to communicate this feeling Heeseung, who was apparently going to become your future life partner.

“I guess so, but I’d prefer taking my time with this whole control, if that’s fine for you” You spoke, still shy and nervous.

“Yeah, I totally understand. I actually feel the same way.” He agreed.

“I was scared you wouldn’t want to at first. But I’m glad we’re on the same page.” You sighed out of relief.

“I’m glad too, I need to get going, but before doing that here’s my number.” He took out a pen and a paper out of his paper before writing his number on it and handing it to you. You were flustered and took the paper in your hands, you examined it, admiring his handwriting, before carefully putting it in your bag.

“You have a nice handwriting” You complimented him. He smiled; did he just get complimented by someone that looked as perfect as you? He couldn’t believe his ears fully. He let out a small giggle, showing you the most beautiful smile, you ever had the chance to witness in your life.

“Thank you. I need to go now; I’ll talk to you later.” His smile growing even more.

“Okay, see you!” You smiled back as he went his own way. You stood in your place for some time, thinking about what just happened. The moment you had waited for your whole life, finally happened. And it happened to be a handsome man. You considered yourself the luckiest. A few content sighs later, you decide that it was time for you to get to your house. You went and grabbed your scooter, and went home. When you arrived, you immediately texted your closest friend, Hyejin, about your newest encounter.

After talking for a while, you decided to go on with your nightly routine.

When you settled in your bed, you still felt a bunch of butterflies in your stomach as you drifted into slumber.

The next morning you woke to find a good morning text from Heeseung. It put a smile on your face and you didn’t waste time to answer him. You only chatted for five minutes before you decided to get ready for university, you didn’t want to be late, especially since it was your law class. Your favourite and most important class.

As soon as you arrived at the entrance of the building, you found a familiar figure standing up, on his phone. You got closer and recognise Heeseung. You were intrigued, why would a music major wander around this building. It was pretty far from the building they usually go to to take their classes; or at least that was what your friend who was also a music major told you. You approached him, greeted him and asked him what was the reason of him being here. Your question took him aback. He should’ve expected a question like this, yet he was still a bit surprised. He made up an excuse on the spot, how was he going to explain how he found your schedule and the building you were supposed to go to? It would be suspicious, you only knew each other for one day, he didn’t meet your friends whatsoever. You would find out way to soon how he stalked you. He didn’t want you to find out how quickly he became obsessed with you. He needed to have you first before all of his behaviour could come to light to you.

“I dropped one my friends off, I was about to go.” He quickly answered trying to sound as natural as possible. You nodded, it made sense, but you arrived a bit early and your friend wasn’t there yet, so you decided to talk a bit more to Heeseung. Eventually your friend arrived, it was time fro you to go to class. You said goodbye to Heeseung and hurried to your class. While Heeseung was sad by your departure, he was happy because he managed to find more information on you, information that he knew would be very useful to him later. He found stuff about your family and friends, which he knew he was going to use later in case something went wrong.

Whenever he had time during the day, he’d go on social media to find every single piece of data about you.

As much as he wanted to take a step further, he wanted to have your trust first. And to do that, he must agree to everything you do and have almost the same taste as you, he needed to seem perfect in your eyes. And that’s what he did. In this way he managed to collect even more information, and within a few weeks he managed to go on dates with you. Everything was accordingly to his plan. He wanted to be able to get you to live with him.

Heeseung would contact everyone in your circle to get to know you event better, he’d pass himself as someone sweet who just wanted to surprise their soul mate.

You on the other hand, was falling even harder for him. His tricks definitely worked on you. And soon enough, you wanted to actually start dating him. You couldn’t help but imagine what your life would be at his side. You wanted to live with him, it wasn’t the first time you had dreamt about being his spouse. And while you knew it was a bit early, you couldn’t help but fantasise about it. But firstly, if you ever wanted to get to that point, you needed to start dating him.

You woke up one morning feeling absolutely determined to tell him about how you wanted your relationship to go to the next level. And while you wanted tell him the second you woke up; it was a better idea to announce it in person. It was a week-end, so it was a great day for you to invite him over to your house. This idea made you all giddy, and you had butterflies in your stomach. You took your phone in your hands, closed your eyes and took a deep breath before texting Heeseung to come over.

Your heart was beating fast in your chest, even though you were soul mates, you were still thrilled. You had always waited for your soul mate and therefore you had never dated anyone before. As he said he came within the next 10 minutes. You opened the door to him and you both sat down on the couch.  

“So, what's the matter?” You took a deep breath before proceeding. You explained your feelings towards him and how you thought it was time for your relationship to go to the next level. You could barely look at him because of your nervousness. He felt so happy that you felt this way. It meant that his plan was working. You brought your head up to finally see his reaction and you were met with a Heeseung fully smiling and with eyes filled with love. You felt so relieved that he felt the same way as you. And that was how the two of you officially started dating.  

Heeseung only needed you to get you to agree to live with him. Which was going to be harder than actually dating you. And while the idea of living with him didn’t particularly displease you, you didn’t know yet if you were ready to take such a big step. It annoyed him, because he kept seeing you hang out with a lot of people, boys and girls, and while he knew that you were soul mates, they took time from you that you could spend with him instead and he absolutely despised that. He saw how some people were too touchy with you, and he got dark ideas, sometimes he felt as if he could’ve killed some people on the spot. But he never could, he wasn’t even supposed to see all of that in the first place. 

But there was one time when all hell broke loose. 

You were just hanging out with some of your friends; you had a project to work on together. As always, Heeseung was observing you from afar. One of your mates was what Heeseung considered too touchy and clingy. He was often putting his hand on your thigh or on your shoulder. The friend in question didn’t even notice he was doing all those things. But Heeseung was too angry to think rationally. His body was filling up with pure rage, how could you not stop him from touching you further? As soon as it was time for you and your friends to go home, he went and kidnapped him and didn’t waste time to get rid of him.  

When you heard the news, you were so devastated, you had just lost a dear friend of yours. Heeseung didn’t like to see you sad, but he absolutely hated that you were sad for someone like your friend, who in his eyes, was completely in love with you. On spite of everything, he still comforted you, he did not want to seem like a bad boyfriend whatsoever. But since that incident, he now wanted to take action faster. Instead of making you move in with him, he chose to kidnap you instead. It seemed like you couldn’t keep people off of you, and he had to keep them off himself. Which he found annoying, and he didn’t want to get caught. In any way, if he went to jail that would mean he’ll never be able to see you gain, which he couldn’t afford to do. 

He made a plan on how to kidnap you successfully. Since these days you were busier and he couldn’t get to see you often, he couldn’t lure you into his house. He had to do it the traditional way. He chose to kidnap you one night after one day where you went and worked with your friends for that project. It was already dark outside; it was the perfect moment for him to act. He knew chloroform would take too much time to act properly, he also knew that using any other chemicals without proper medical administration could severely harm you or even kill you, which he didn’t want at all. He was just going to force you, as they do for little kids.  

You were far from your home; it was late and dark and you were exhausted and tired. You saw a car parking not so far from you which scared you a little. You saw a tall man getting out of it, which scared you even more. The man then went another way which reassured you. Heeseung was a little nervous about this operation, but he needed to overcome it, because if he was too nervous it could make his whole plan fail. He took a deep breath before taking you by surprise, he put his hand and a tissue over your mouth to muffle your screams and cries of help. And within minutes you were now in his car, which you failed to recognise. You were now tied up in a car with someone who you thought you didn’t know. He made sure to not say a single word until he arrived. Your eyes were overflowing with hot tears, so much so that you failed to recognise the house that you were brought in at first. 

After Heeseung dropped you on the couch, you started to look around you and you recognised the house. Heeseung removed his black clothes to be more comfortable. As soon as you saw him, you tried to scream. He sighed, and looked at you. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. But I did what needed to be done. Don’t worry I’ll untie you soon.” He looked at you sadly. 

“But I promise you I’ll treat you very well, after all you’re my soul mate. I only did this to help you, it’s necessary.” He came closer to you and crouched down to your level. He put his hand on your cheek and wiped some tears before dropping a kiss on your nose. 

“Shh, don’t cry. I don’t like to see you crying, okay?” He wiped your tears off a second time. 

“You and I are linked together; I know what is the best for you.” You didn’t know what to believe, after all he just kidnapped you, but at the same time, he was your soul mate. But you were too tired to even think properly, that just stopped crying altogether. Heeseung eventually untied you, seeing how tired you were, he brought you to his bed and tucked you in. 

The next you woke up still feeling a bit tired. After a while you decided to open your eyes and look around. You became scared as you noticed that you weren’t in your room anymore. You immediately got out of bed, and you went to the living room. You noticed that you were in Heeseung’s house the second you saw the living room. You couldn’t remember a single thing from the previous night. How did you even end up here? You rushed through the house to find Heeseung and to see if he could explain and answer all the questions you had. You found him drinking a glass of water next to the counter. 

“Good morning love.” He greeted you with a soft smile on his face. You frowned a little. 

“Good morning to you too...” You took another look around before speaking up. 

“How did I end up here? I don’t remember anything.” You asked him. 

“Don’t you remember? You agreed to move here, you moved in yesterday.” He said confidently as it was the truth. It really sounded convincing, that while you were sceptical, you took it as the truth. Though you didn’t fully believe it? You were pretty sure that not too long ago you weren’t ready. But now that you moved in, you weren’t going to go back. 

“What day is it?” You asked him, you knew that you still had to go to university. 

“It’s Thursday, love” You remembered that you had a law class on Thursday mornings.  

“Oh shoot- I need to go to class or else I’m going to be late!” You exclaimed. Heeseung frowned for less than a second before going back to his more chilled and calm face.  

“You’re not going to university anymore, love” He informed you. You tilted your head in confusion and raised an eyebrow. 

“Since when?”  

“We both decided that you wouldn’t go to university anymore once you’d move in. You’re so forgetful, aren’t you?” He laughed lightly. 

“Wow, that’s weird... I don’t think that’s a good idea. I want to work in the law, and without that degree, I won’t be able to.” You told him. 

“You said that you wouldn’t work when you’d move in.” He frowned. 

“No way I said that. That has always been my dream. I’m going to the university now; I don’t want to be late.” As you tried to go the bathroom, your arm was gripped firmly. You turned around to face Heeseung. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” 

“What? And why?” 

“You can’t. For your own safety. Don’t you know how dangerous the world is? I’m your soul mate, I can’t afford  for you to get hurt in an way.”  

“What are you even talking about? Nothing has ever happened to me.” 

“You were almost kidnapped yesterday. Be glad that I was here to save you. And do you even remember the murder of your friend? This place is not safe. And it’s my duty as your boyfriend and soul mate to protect you.” 

“What- I was ? But you know I can’t just not go out anymore.”  

“Look, there’s no point in arguing. You’re staying here, and you don’t have a say in it.” Your eyes widened.  

“What the fuck? Forget it I’m not staying here. I’m moving out.” You tried shaking off his arm off of yours.  

“I don’t want to harm you, but if you keep trying to go I’ll have to do something. And you might not like that something.” You gulped. You trusted Heeseung, but he was being really suspicious, and while he was always the perfect man, you couldn’t help but be scared. As a result, you decided to oblige. 

Weeks and weeks passed, and you started to feel really lonely. You started to miss your friends and your family. And you tried to tell Heeseung about your loneliness, but he kept insisting that you didn’t need them and they could all potentially hurt you. He even used past conflicts and arguments with your friends as reasons to not talk to them. 

However, as much as you wanted to believe him, the lack of social life was driving you crazy, you needed to do something. You took your phone and for the first time, you disobeyed to Heeseung. You searched through your contacts and sent a message to an old friend of yours. Your heart was about to jump out of your chest. What if you got caught? You didn’t want Heeseung to do something to you. But you still went through as the desire to have friends and to talk to different people was stronger. 

Your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest as you waited for a potential answer. You almost gasped when you saw that they answered you. You were so happy and you didn’t waste a second before texting back. 

You felt really good after talking Hyunjin. Not wanting to get caught, you deleted every proof of you ever talking to anyone. You got as close as you were before with Hyunjin and eventually you became more lenient when it came to deleting evidences. And as you got closer to Hyunjin, you started to reveal your current living situation. In general you believed that Heeseung only wanted the best for you, and you had great living conditions except for the lack of social life, which was the only aspect that truly bothered you. 

Of course, it was no surprise that your friend was shocked by your life. And they slowly tried to convince you to get out and even tried to make a plan on how to escape. While your brain was now wired to accept how your life was, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be able to go outside again, how nice would it be for you to see your family and friends.  

One nice afternoon, after having talked to Hyunjin. You went to the bathroom quickly. Heeseung took a look at your phone and saw that the message app was recently opened. There was no need for you to open your message app, so he opened it only to find that you were talking to somebody else. He was disappointed. He knew you were really obedient, he couldn't lay a single finger on you. He knew how messed up your brain was and he couldn’t hold it against you completely. However he was mad at your friend for trying to take you away from him. So much so, that his old stalking skills were now coming handy. He let you enjoy the few days of talking with Hyunjin you had before he decided to kill them. He was very gruesome and restless when he killed them.  

But he still didn’t feel like just killing them was enough. He also needed you to understand a lesson so that you wouldn’t need to do the same mistakes again. He chose to announce you the death of your friend himself, except he announced via Hyunjin’s phone. He went to a nearby park after doing his business. He opened the phone and went to your contact number before staring to talk to you with a visible grin on his face. 

You were frightened and extremely sad, you had just learned that another friend of yours was murdered. Hell, you even got messaged by their murderer. You were shaking on the couch. You wished you could tell someone, but you had no one. You couldn’t tell Heeseung, he would know what you have been up to. You alone in this, you had just lost your only friend and all you could do was cry. 

After a few minutes, you heard the front door unlock. You quickly tried to wipe your tears off to not make Heeseung suspicious. He entered the room with a smirk plastered on his face. He saw your sorrowful and heartbroken state and much to your surprise his small smile did not fade one bi. He instead came to you and held your cheek. 

“It seems like you received my message correctly.” He nodded. 

“W-what?” He smiled some more. 

“About your little friend Hyunjin. Who did you think killed them?” Your eyes widened in horror. He shook his head and brought you to his chest and rubbed your back in circles to soothe you. 

“Don’t worry, okay? I did this for you and our relationship. Did you see what they tried to do? They tried to separate us. When we’re soul mates.” You kept sobbing. 

“They were no use, you’ll get over it eventually. I love you, okay?” He reassured you, as you cried on his shoulder. As he kept telling you reassuring phrases and praises, you started to believe him again. You were now convinced that nobody else mattered except him, and that you didn’t need anybody else but him in your life for you to be fully happy. And that was what he wanted from the start and his life goals were now fulfilled, since now he could live forever with the person he was linked to. 

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Yandere!ENHYPEN liking another member's S/O!Reader

❁ Genre ⇛ Yandere AU

❁ Pairing ⇛ Yandere!ENHYPEN × GN!Reader × BF!ENHYPEN (??)

❁ Warning ⇛ Obsession, typical yandere themes, mentions of violence/murder etc... Tell me if I missed some!

❁ Requested ⇛ Yes

❁ Word Count ⇛ 1.3k

❁ A/N ⇛ Request are closed! But do check this post. It's been a long time since I posted a reaction, hm? :D Anyways here it is and I hope you'll like it!

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MASTERLIST

Intro 1

Today was the day your decided to present you to his members. You were excited, you were going to meet ENHYPEN in person. As you entered the dorm you felt a waver of nervousness taking over you. You were grateful that your boyfriend was here to reassure you.

"Everything's going to be fine don't worry." He told you with a reassuring smile as you nodded.

As expected, everything went fine and you got along with the members. But you didn't notice that one particular member was paying a little too much attention to you.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Lee Heeseung ¦ 이 희승˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

As soon as his eyes landed on you he couldn't help but be mesmerised by your every move. He knew how it was wrong to think about you in such a way, especially since you were Jake's partner but he couldn't help it. He wished he had gotten you earlier than Jake did, you were so perfect. If your significant other wasn't one of his members, he sure would have tried to get you to himself. But he was the oldest, and it wouldn't have been right to do so. He didn't want to destroy the group's chemistry. The only thing he could do was to observe you, and to try and get closer to you. He did not want to mess up his relationship with Jake and did not let him or anyone else know about his unconditional love for you.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Park Jay ¦ 박 제이˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

When you entered he did find you really attractive, but did not feel anything more than that. As you both conversed and as he observed you interact with the others, he was more and more intrigued by you. He wanted to repress his feelings immediately, he knew that feeling this way about you, especially after knowing you were Sunghoon's partner was wrong. But his whole being was screaming for you, he wanted to have you, to protect you. Even though Sunghoon was his best friend, he felt as if he wasn't good enough for you, as if he was the one made for you. And even if he didn't want to mess anything up, he subtly tried to win you over, all the staring and talking didn't substain him, he needed to have you. And to himself only.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Sim Jake ¦ 심 제이크 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

When he saw you something in his heart light up. He never felt this way before, he felt such a strange feeling towards you. Was it love? He hoped not. How wrong it would be of him to fall in love with Jay's significant other, his best friend's partner. He didn't know immediately what feeling he felt, so he just kept talking to you and without knowing he found himself wanting to get closer and closer to you, he wanted to you have you to himself. He didn't like whne you played attention to someone that wasn't him. Jake realised what he felt was wrong. You were Jay's partner after all. He tried distancing himself from you, but within a few weeks, he couldn't handle it anymore. He missed you, your scent, your laugh, your smile, your face, your everything and you, who kept on asking why was he so distant and why was he ignoring you were seriously pushing his limit.

He came back, which made both of you happy, and while he never made a move on you out of respect, to fulfil his addiction to you he was now stalking your every move.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Park Sunghoon ¦ 박 성훈 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

His eyes were glued to you. He instantly found himself addicted to your voice, your mannerisms. He couldn't get enough of you, he had a deep desire to have you. And it angered him. He hated having those feelings towards you, you were Heeseung's lover, not his, and as much as he wanted to be by your side at all times, he knew he couldn't. It could ruin all his chances with you or even ruin his whole career and his members'. And even though his love for you was stronger than anything he had felt before, he couldn't be this selfish, especially if it was going to hurt his members.

Within a few weeks he was stalking you, and trying his best to become the closest person to you, in hopes that you'll fall for him as much as he did for you.

Intro 2

It has been a few weeks since you met them, you became somewhat close with them, and you frequently met to hang out. You were glad that things were going just as great as your boyfriend predicted. You started to become a tight knit friend group and you couldn't be happier and there was nothing that you'd do to change the current dynamic.

But one person was just praying for the moment for you and your boyfriend to break up for him to finally take his chance, and to finally make you his, as his feelings started to grow more and more as the time went on.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Kim Sunoo ¦ 김 선우˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

His heart pounding each time you met, his head immediately turning the direction where he heard your name being pronounced. He never knew he'd fall this hard for someone. Especially if that someone happened to be Jungwon's significant other. He wanted to stop those feelings to grow, he knew how wrong of him it was, yet he wanted more. He hated this close to you without being as close as wanted. He knew he'll never be able to reach the level of closeness you shared with Jungwon. He knew how much he made you happy, and as much as he adored seeing you happy. He would have preferred to be the one making smile and laugh so often.

He could only dream of you becoming his, and it was incredibly painful.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Yang Jungwon ¦ 양 정원˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

He was the leader. How could he allow himself to have such strong feelings? He wasn't supposed to feel like this, you weren't his partner, unfortunately. And yet, he felt as if he was the one supposed to be by your side at all times, he wanted to share everything with you, he wanted to be the one being able to kiss you and cuddle you whenever he felt like it, he felt as if he was the one who deserved to do those things. And somehow Riki could do those things, he hated to see you both so happy with each other. He wanted to be the one for you.

He couldn't do much about your relationship with Riki, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew Riki would never hurt you. However, other people in your life could, while he couldn't get rid of your boyfriend, he could get rid of the other threats, and that's what he did. At least he could have you come to him when you seeked comfort, and it made him so happy. Maybe one day he'll be able to have you.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Nishimura Riki ¦ 西村 力˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

He was very confused by those emotions at first. He knew it wasn't good. But he craved for more, he loved feeling this way, but the only way for him to get satisfied was to make you his, and it was no secret that it was going to be almost impossible knowing that you were Sunoo's other half.

He was often dreaming of the two of you living in your own bubble, away from the rest of the world. He couldn't stand anyone being close to you that wasn't him, but he couldn't make those sentiments known to anyone. He was going to ruin the whole group's dynamics, and his friendship with Sunoo and the rest of the members. And it could severely impact his career that he cherished and spent so much time working on. And he wasn't going to take the risk of ruining all of this when there was such a small possibility of you liking him back.

All he could do was observe you, breaking his heart into a million pieces and driving him crazy.