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bistecone · 4 months

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𝖳𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗈 ㅤ𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ ㅤ𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 ㅤ𝗆𝗂𝗆, ㅤ𝖾𝗎 ㅤ𝗌𝗈𝗎 ㅤ𝗍𝖺̃𝗈ㅤ 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗆

ㅤ♡'ㅤ𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗈ㅤ 𝖽𝖾 ㅤ𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋,ㅤ 𝗆𝖺𝗌 ㅤ𝗇𝖾𝗆 ㅤ𝖾𝗎 ㅤ𝗆𝖾 ㅤ𝖺𝗆𝗈ㅤ 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗆

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ourdadai · 4 months

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kep1er [ bahiyyih ] lockscreens ♡

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yizaicons · 3 months

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✦ random icons 💬 like/reblog if use ✦

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soob1sui · 2 months

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elryuse · 8 days

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can you make me a yandere Bahiyyih crossed paths with a delivery rider (me/male reader)?

Order Up Anyone?

YANDERE BAHIYYIH X MALE READER

The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tired lines around Bahiyyih's eyes. Another grueling practice session had ended, leaving her muscles aching and her creativity stifled. As she shuffled towards her dorm room, a brief flicker of movement caught her eye.

Across the hallway, a delivery guy leaned against a mailbox, his phone illuminating his face with a soft blue light. Even from a distance, Bahiyyih could tell he was handsome – his dark hair fell in messy curls that framed warm, inviting eyes. Hesitantly, she approached him.

He looked up, startled, then recognition dawned on his face. "Wow, you're Bahiyyih from Kep1er! Huge fan!" he exclaimed, his voice warm and genuine.

Bahiyyih chuckled, surprised by her own nervous flutter. "Thanks! I actually just ordered some bubble tea. You're my delivery guy?"

"Yep, that's me, Y/n," he grinned, extending a hand. "Coming right up!"

The next few days were a whirlwind of texts. Usually guarded around strangers, Bahiyyih found herself pouring out her frustrations to Y/n about demanding schedules and suffocating expectations. He was a receptive audience, his voice a soothing balm on her frayed nerves. With each conversation, a seed blossomed in Bahiyyih's chest, a seed that threatened to bloom into something more possessive.

One afternoon, boredom gnawed at her. "Hey, Y/n," she texted, her fingers flying across the screen. "Wanna chat? Practice is dragging, and I'm starving."

"Always happy to chat," he replied quickly. "Pizza sound good?"

Bahiyyih hesitated for a moment. "Actually, have you ever tried that new Korean fried chicken place around the corner? Dying for it."

A few minutes later, a chipper knock interrupted her scrolling. Y/n beamed as he held up a steaming box. "Your wish is my command, idol-nim!"

Bahiyyih's heart skipped a beat at his teasing nickname. She blushed as she paid, a strange thrill coursing through her as he winked and walked away.

Over the next few weeks, the pattern continued. Food orders became a daily ritual, a way for Bahiyyih to bridge the gap between her solitary life and Y/n's friendly presence. Her justifications shifted with each order: a craving, a celebration, the need to keep her energy up for a grueling day.

Y/n, oblivious to the dark undercurrent, remained his cheerful self. He'd arrive with a smile, chat for a few minutes, and leave as soon as payment was exchanged. But for Bahiyyih, each fleeting interaction fanned the growing inferno of her obsession.

One evening, as Mashiro entered the dorm with a triumphant grin, a domino toppled in Bahiyyih's carefully constructed reality.

"Pizza night!" Mashiro announced, brandishing a confirmation email. "Extra pepperoni, just the way you like it, Bahi!"

Bahiyyih's smile faltered. "But… I…" she stammered, a cold anger bubbling in her stomach. "I already ordered food. Ddeokbokki, remember?"

Mashiro's brow furrowed. "No, I definitely ordered pizza. Craving hit me out of nowhere, you know how it is."

The air in the room crackled with tension. Bahiyyih's gaze locked onto Mashiro's, a chilling intensity flickering in its depths. "Mashiro," she finally spoke, her voice low and dangerous, "Y/n gets tired after so many deliveries. Don't you want him to take care of himself?"

Mashiro, sensing the shift in Bahiyyih's demeanor, stammered out a confused apology. "I… I didn't know. I'll cancel it right away!"

Bahiyyih's gaze softened, all traces of anger vanishing as quickly as they appeared. "No need," she said placidly. "I'll just cancel mine. Wouldn't want him to have two deliveries in such a short time."

The rest of the evening was strained. Bahiyyih remained glued to her phone, her thumbs nervously tapping out a message to Y/n about the "change in plans." Mashiro, shaken to the core, ate her pizza in a tense silence, the image of Bahiyyih's unsettling facade flickering in her mind.

As the days turned into weeks, a new terror replaced the initial thrill of Bahiyyih's possessiveness. Gone were the lighthearted conversations and playful banter. Bahiyyih's texts became cryptic, laced with veiled threats and passive-aggressive remarks about "supporting Y/n's well-being." Mashiro's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her terror. Y/n felt a tremor course through him. Bahiyyih's possessiveness had morphed into a suffocating control, and Mashiro's experience served as a stark warning. Yet, as he looked at the girl trembling before him, a different kind of fear coiled in his gut.

"What if…" he started, his voice barely a whisper, "what if she hurts you?"

Mashiro's eyes widened. "Y/n, don't be ridiculous. You saw how she… how she manipulated me! We need to get away!"

But a cold dread had settled in Y/n's stomach. He thought of the way Bahiyyih had once glared at him, a flicker of something cold and dangerous in her eyes when he'd dared to suggest taking a different delivery route. He remembered the veiled threats in her texts, the cryptic warnings about "consequences."

"Mashiro," he said, his voice low, "I can't risk that. I can't risk her hurting you."

Mashiro stared at him, disbelief flickering in her eyes. "So you're just going to… let her control you? Let her keep us both prisoners?"

Guilt gnawed at Y/n, but the fear of Bahiyyih's wrath was stronger. He looked away, unable to meet Mashiro's heartbroken gaze.

"It's not like that," he mumbled. "Maybe… maybe I can talk to her. Explain things."

Mashiro scoffed, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. "Talk to her? Y/n, she's gone! Don't you see that? This isn't the Bahiyyih you knew anymore."

Y/n flinched, the truth of her words hitting him like a physical blow. But the fear of the unknown was a terrifying abyss compared to the chilling certainty of Bahiyyih's fury.

The sound of the doorknob turning sent a jolt of fear through them. Bahiyyih stood there, a single takeout bag clutched in her hand. Her smile wasn't warm, but it wasn't devoid of affection either. There was a possessiveness in her eyes, a manic glint that sent shivers down Y/n's spine.

"Y/n, there you are! I brought your favorite," she chirped, her voice saccharine sweet.

Y/n forced a smile, his gaze flickering between Bahiyyih and Mashiro. Mashiro's face had drained of all color, her eyes wide with a horrifying realization.

"Mashiro," Bahiyyih cooed, her gaze turning to the other girl. "Leaving so soon? Don't you want to stay for dinner?"

Mashiro didn't reply. Her lips trembled, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and betrayal. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Then, with a choked sob, she turned and fled the room, leaving Y/n alone with Bahiyyih.

Bahiyyih's smile widened, revealing a hint of something predatory. "See, Y/n? Now it's just you and me. Isn't that better?"

Y/n swallowed hard, a wave of nausea washing over him. He knew he was trapped, not just in the dorm, but in a twisted web of fear and affection. Bahiyyih, the once radiant idol, had become his jailor, and he, the terrified prisoner, willing to sacrifice anything to avoid her wrath.

Meanwhile, Mashiro ran through the building, tears streaming down her face. The world blurred before her eyes, the walls seemingly closing in. The image of Y/n, choosing his fear over her safety, replayed on a continuous loop in her mind. A chilling laugh escaped her lips, devoid of any humor.

She was alone, betrayed. And in the depths of her despair, a terrifying calmness settled in. Maybe Bahiyyih was right. Maybe she was the only one who truly understood love. A love so intense, so possessive, it could drive a person to the edge.

And Mashiro, broken and isolated, was teetering over that edge, ready to embrace the darkness that mirrored Bahiyyih's twisted affection.

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khaer · 5 months

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