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Petals : Otona Blue

Yandere Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: anon, i accidentally deleted your request so i hope you find this ! "I would love to hear the backstory of why Yeosang calls her petal. I know it's because she played the love me/love me not game but can we see the whole scene??" yes, yes you can. i will take every change to write for these two. thsi took forever but i love it

"He loves me."

✫彡wordcount: 1.3k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡(ಡ‸ಡ)genre: yandere, hurt&comfort

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: NOT EDITED, overarching yandere behavior, age gap(19-23) (technically not together yet), small injuries, emotional manipulation, breaking & entering, destruction of property

Otona Blue tags: @thatswhywerefever @babiestarrcandy

main story: read it here! this takes place during that story and fills some time-void

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

He sits next to you slowly.

The hot summer breeze does little to comfort the stinging of your bleeding knees. You sit quietly and graze your hand over the freshly cut grass, looking up at the clouds with tear-blurred vision. Your jaw hurting to much to greet him.

His presence was welcome, comforting. Even as you were basked in silence and a tense aura.

He swivels sideways and sits cross-legged on the pavement next to you, his bag in his lap. He digs through it, pulling out a small first-aid kit.

You glance down at it and almost laugh. "You carry that around all the time?" Your voice is hoarse and raw, small from the way you keep your jaw clenched.

"Never know," he offers with a small smile, ripping open an alcohol wipe. He scoots forward and slowly inches his way to the wound. You push back his hair out of his eyes when the wind knocks it around.

You hiss as it comes in contact. Fingers wrapped around his wrist tightly, you give him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage. "We need to clean it. You get an infection." He pouts, holding it still flat against your knee as you stomp, grinding your teeth.

"It burns," you cry as his hand warms up the injury. You are tired beyond belief from the day you've had and the last pinch of pain is sending you spiraling.

"That just means it's working."

"Don't talk to me like a child!"

Both of you are taken back by your outburst, even more so by the way that you physically shove his hand away. You watch in pure horror as his face drops from the comforting, gentle Yeo that you know and are coming to love... into that distant and scary man that keeps all the bad things away. Only now, that scary face is directed to you. "Yeosan-"

He shoves the kit back in his bag and stands in a hurry, not sparing a single glance as he turns. You, in such a hurry, scarcely notice how he slows down at the sound of your wincing and give your time to catch up.

He keeps up the act as you snatch onto his backpack and try to slowly him down. "Yeosang, please! I'm sorry, it just hurt and I didn't mean to sh-"

He grabs your wrists as you come infront of him, pulling them close to his chest as he looks down at you. "You clearly don't want my help anymore, that's what I'm seeing. First, you let those bitches jump you. Then, you refuse my help. I don't kno-"

"Please, don't go." You sob, fisting his shirt where he cages your hands. "I- I'll let you clean them, I won't shove you again. I didn't mean to, just don't go."

He tuts his tongue, looking around at the attention your outburst is causing. Students all around the courtyard are throwing glances your way. And that doesn't bode well for what he has planned later tonight. He needs to stay under the radar.

"Fine. Stop crying," he says shortly, keeping up his fake anger long enough to make your heart hurt. Then, in the blink of an eye, he's back to being your Yeosang. He cups your face gently, avoiding your bruising jaw. He smiles as he thumbs away the tears he's caused. "Let's go get cleaned up somewhere else."

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He lifts you up to the tall cement flower bed and sets you down slowly. "Here," he hands over his sweater and sets it over your lap to cover your skirt before he squats down.

You busy your hand with the stem of a Butterfly Weed. Your tears have dried up on the short walk to the campus' greenhouse, but your heart still stings- as do your knees as he cautiously wipes up the dried blood and swipes over the cuts.

You snap the stem and bring it to your lap as you bite back the painful whimpers. You pick at the flower and think in your mind. He loves me. You toss it away and pluck another. He loves me not.

You continue on the full flower until he places a large bandage on either of your knees and takes it slowly. "What are you doing? Picking petals?"

"Yeah," you shrug. He chuckles, plucking one off the still full stem. "It's supposed to be like... a fate thing. You back and forth between to options and the last petal is supposed to tell you which is true, or which is better. Does that make sense?"

"Seems silly, but it makes sense." He hands it over and asks, "what are you asking them?" He smirks at the way you pause. He knows the main purpose of this little fortune telling game.

"If I should attack Un Ji with a sock of frozen butter." That's the first thing that comes to your mind, and you laugh at your own brain. He busts out giggling, covering his face as he bends down in laughter. He holds onto your sneaker with his other hand, balancing himself as you both laugh loudly. "What?" You gasp between chuckles, holding the edge of the cement.

"I did not expect that from you."

"What? You're saying your not down?" You ask sarcastically. Of course you would never attack someone, let alone with a sock full of frozen butter. But Yeosang would. And you've got him all fired up for his plan.

He brushes it off with a small laugh, "pick up those petals, Petal."

You flush at the nickname, brushing the petals off his jacket and standing carefully. "You gonna drive me home?"

"Don't I always?"

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You step out onto the porch. Feet padded only by socks as you venture onto the dewy grass in your pajamas.

He slides out of his car. Boots tapping on the concrete road as he sneaks closer to the silent house.

It's dark out.

You never got to finish your game.

He needs to get revenge.

It's chilly.

He acts so strangely towards you. Does he even care for you like he says he does?

You're so precious to him. That bitch Un Ji should pay for how she's hurt you.

The leaves rustle in the trees all around.

You turn into your small garden just below your window. You pluck up a dying Azalea.

He slips into the back door. He knows nobody is home, but he's still stealthy.

The moon watches over you from both sides of town.

Yours hands shake lightly as you begin.

His hands are steady as he carries the tied up sock.

It tries to tell you stories of lovers just like you.

The petal floats to the dirt.

The rock solid weapon smashes into the picture frames on the wall.

It tries, but it has no words that reach you.

Another, lands on your foot. You giggle and kick it away.

He brings it down onto the coffee table and breaks it in half. He screams.

It has so many warnings that fall onto deaf ears of its love-struck children.

"He loves me."

"Bitch!"

It tells you that Yeosang is dangerous.

You twist it off and blow it from your fingertips.

He swings his arm back and lets the makeshift weapon collide with the large television.

It tells him that his love is festering.

The second to last petal.

He kicks open the bathroom door.

It tries.

You place it between your index and thumb.

He holds the lipstick he finds between his index and thumb.

It really does.

The last petal is left alone on the stem.

He scribbles profanities on the mirror.

But alas...

"He loves me."

"Anything for you, Petal..."

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