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Devil by the Window (m) | knj

title: Devil by the Window pairing: namjoon x f. reader, a tiny bit of yeonjun x f. reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; HORROR; HALLOWEEN; summary: you are spending halloween night with two of your best friends, yeonjun and namjoon while having a halloween movie marathon at the olders' house. when you receive a strange phone call filled with moans and a knock that leaves you with a piece of paper that says 11:58, you wonder whether it's a prank or ominous warning of what is yet to come. warnings: dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, breast play, hickies, slight body worship if you squint, horror, haunting things happening, paranoia, smut, making out, creampie, namjoon has a marking and ownership fetish, biting, jealous namjoon?, TXT YEONJUN, blood, death, cliché horror tropes based on two different movies lmk if you catch them note: thank you @daegudrama for beta reading as always and supporting this... fcked up halloween dumpster fire last minute HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL 🎃 FEEDBACK & Comments are much appreciated !! total word count: 2.2k drop date: october 31st 2023, 8:00pm pst cross posted on ao3 here - -

It’s a chilly Halloween night, and you, Namjoon, and Yeonjun have gathered at the olders' house to enjoy a horror movie marathon.

The living room is adorned with eerie decorations, and a flickering jack-o'-lantern casts eerie shadows across the room. The three of you settle in, ready for a night of spooky fun.

As the movie plays, you can't help but get engrossed in the suspenseful plot. The room is dimly lit, creating the perfect atmosphere for a night of frights. The eerie silence is occasionally punctuated by gasps and laughter.

Suddenly, your phone rings, shattering the silence. The caller ID displays the words "unknown," and you hesitate before answering it. You are shocked when you hear harsh breathing that eventually turns to faint moans on the other end. Why does it sound uncannily like Namjoon? Your eyes widen glancing at Namjoon, who is sitting right next to you, engrossed in the movie. It's impossible for the sounds to be coming from him. He's right here!

Your heart races as you listen, unable to comprehend what you're hearing. It sounds like Namjoon, and yet, it can’t be. The unsettling, yet seductive moans continue for a few moments before the call abruptly ends, leaving you in a state of disbelief and unease.

"Who was it?" Namjoon asks as he grabs another handful of caramel popcorn from the pumpkin bucket next to him.

"Uh, all I heard was breathing and moans."

Namjoon nods, but Yeonjun chuckles, popping a handful of caramel popcorn into his mouth, his amusement contrasting with the eerie situation. "Breathing and moans, huh? Sounds like a childish Halloween prank."

You join in the laughter, trying to ease the tension that had settled in earlier. "Yeah, it's probably just some dumb kids trying to spook us on Halloween. Nothing to worry about."

Yeonjun, trying to ease the tension, chuckles and says, "Exactly! Don't let it get to you." He seems convinced that there's a logical explanation for the unsettling events.

With the unsettling phone call still fresh in your mind, you try to immerse yourself in the movie, hoping to forget what you had just heard. But not even five minutes later, the doorbell rings, jolting you and your friends from the eerie atmosphere of the film.

You exchange bewildered glances with Namjoon and Yeonjun. It's already close to midnight, and it seems unusual for trick-or-treaters to still be out at this hour. Deciding to investigate, you volunteer to open the door, determined to put your fears to rest.

However, as you swing the door open, there's no one in sight. The porch is empty, and the dimly lit street seems devoid of any Halloween revelers. A chill runs down your spine, and you glance down at the ground, where you find a folded piece of paper. The note simply reads, "[11:58PM]." Panic wells up inside you as you look at the clock on the wall. That is 20 minutes from now.

With a sense of urgency, you rush back to the living room, trying to explain the eerie note to Namjoon and Yeonjun, who are both puzzled by your urgency.

"There was no one outside! Except this note that says '[11:58PM].' I'm actually pretty scared."

Yeonjun shrugs, trying to dispel the unease that has settled in the room. "Come on, Y/N, It's probably just some dumbasses trying to prank you.”

“Calling me and coming to Namjoon’s house with a note…? It happened within a 5 minute timespan, Yeonjun!”

“I don’t know. But it's getting late, so I think I'm calling it a night. I have work tomorrow at 9 am."

“Fine. Okay bestie.” You sigh. “Are we still on for boba after you get off work with Taehyun and Jungkook?”

“Yeah, of course!”

You reluctantly lead Yeonjun to the door, giving him a hug goodbye, and wishing him a safe drive home.

"Thanks for coming over, Yeonjun. Call me if you need anything, and I'll let you know if anything else happens."

“No worries, have a good night.”

As the door closes behind Yeonjun, you return to sit on the couch to face Namjoon, your heart heavy with the weight of the eerie events that have unfolded. The clock on the wall continues its relentless countdown, bringing you closer to "[11:58PM]." You and Namjoon are now alone in the dimly lit living room, and the sense of impending dread grows stronger. You had planned to stay over at his house, which he is okay with.

You take a deep breath and look at the older man, your eyes filled with uncertainty. As you're about to ask him to help you get to the bottom of this weird situation, Namjoon suddenly speaks up, his voice carrying an unexpected tone.

"So, do you have something going on with Yeonjun?" Namjoon's question catches you off guard, and you struggle to find the right words.

"Huh?"

Namjoon continues, "You guys seem pretty close. You're even seeing him tomorrow."

You try to explain, "Well, we're the same age and grew up in the same hometown together, but he's just a best friend to me."

Namjoon's expression shifts, and he presses further, "What about me?"

You hesitate, the memory of the phone call with the alluring moans echoing in your mind.

"You... well," You stammer, your voice softening as you struggle to find the right words. "I feel different about you because I kind of like you as more than a bestie."

Namjoon's lips curve into a small, knowing smile as he responds, "Oh, really?"

The tension in the room seemed to shift from fear to something entirely different.The atmosphere crackled with a potent mix of desire and danger. In a sudden, unexpected move, Namjoon pushed you down on the couch, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with a fiery intensity. With the specter of the imposter momentarily forgotten, your lips met in a passionate kiss.

The room seemed to shrink, closing in around you as the intensity of your connection with Namjoon deepened. The haunting memories of the imposter and the eerie events of the night faded into the background, replaced by the powerful magnetism drawing you closer. With every touch, every kiss, you found solace and passion in each other's arms.

Namjoon's lips left a trail of fiery kisses along your neck and collarbone, his mouth hot against your skin. Each kiss was punctuated by a soft, needy sigh escaping your lips, your fingers threading through his hair as you pressed him closer.

His lips found the sensitive skin of your throat, and he sucked gently, leaving several marks that would linger long after this night. A quiet gasp escaped you, a mixture of pleasure and surprise, as he continued his ministrations, leaving a trail of hickeys. Your mind fills with a lustful haze as you watch him pull his sweatpants down, revealing his extremely hard cock. The sight makes you soak your panties a bit more than they were before.

“I guess Yeonjun lucked out on such a pretty girl like you.”

You don’t have enough time to question or say anything else as Namjoon pulls off the skirt you are wearing, leaving you in your black lace underwear, displaying a dark, wet patch visible in your crotch. You didn’t expect this to happen tonight, but you are ready for him to fuck you senseless.

Namjoon's voice is filled with desire as he whispers, "So wet for me," his fingers teasingly sliding your panties down just enough to explore your pussy. He gently eases a finger into your wetness, and a soft, pleasurable moan escapes your lips.

“You’re adorable, Y/N.” Namjoon teases as he kisses you again, sliding his finger out of you. He takes off your crop top and unhooks your bra behind your back tossing both items to the floor, beginning to plant plenty of kisses on your breasts.

“Namjoon…please…fuck.”

“So eager for me, a shame that Yeonjun won’t get to fuck this pussy.” He whispers seductively to you as he runs his hand along your thigh. Fuck, his words leave goosebumps on your skin. He slides your panties all the way off, and you spread your legs out as much as you can. He then slowly places his cock near your entrance teasing momentarily before sliding into you fully. This action draws a long moan of pleasure out of you.

He smiles down at you, having successfully ruined you, and silenced you with his finger.

“All mine. Just mine.”

Your eyes roll back, all you can feel is him thrusting in and out of your soaking pussy, making you blush all over. He looks deep into your eyes as he fucks you. You are overwhelmed by the lewd wet squelches your pussy makes as his cock enters you. The arousing sounds bring you closer to your climax.

“Such a slut for daddy’s cock.” He grunts. “You like being fucked like this?”

“Yes, N-Namjoon…” You whisper. “Please don’t stop…”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my love.” He smiles almost lovingly down at you, caressing your cheek with his hand as he still thrusts inside you.

This is sex. Really good sex. Probably the best sex you’ve ever had. All your past boyfriends and friends with benefits could never compared to the euphoria that Kim Namjoon is giving you. He is so sweet, so charming. Everything a girl could want in a lover.

“I’m getting closer.” You breathe out.

“Me too.” He grunts, grabbing your chin, making you look directly at him. “Let’s do it together.”

And with those words, he lets go. You can feel the heat of his cum flow through your walls. The downright lewd noise he makes on his release is just enough to cause your orgasm as well, your cum enveloping his cock as he pulls out of your pussy. Why did those exact moans from him give you deja vu? In your post orgasm haze you can’t quite remember why this thought came about.

You’re both out of breath, him from fucking you and you from being fucked. He stares down at you as you both take a few deep breaths. Your heart is racing, and your body is still tingling from the passion you both shared.

He decides to get up, putting his pants back on, and goes to find a towel to clean you up. The dimly lit room takes on a new, intimate atmosphere as you catch your breath and bask in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. You decide to get up too and start putting your shirt and skirt back on, patiently waiting for him to return.

However, the sudden ringing of your phone shatters the moment, and you fumble to reach it. Panic surges through you as you see Yeonjun's name on the caller ID. You quickly answer, hearing the urgency in his voice.

"Listen to me carefully, Y/N." Yeonjun says in a panicked tone. "You need to leave Namjoon's house right now. Because, that's not Namjoon!"

Your heart skips a beat, and confusion and fear wash over you as you ask, "Huh? What are you talking about?!"

You hear police sirens on the other end. And that’s when you hear Namjoon’s voice on the other side of the phone talking with Yeonjun. Before Yeonjun can respond to your question, you turn around and see the figure that looks like Namjoon standing there, holding a knife in his hand. The menacing glint in his eyes sends shivers down your spine as you realize the horrifying truth - the person in front of you is not the real Namjoon, and danger is looming in the dimly lit room.

As you make a break for the door, determined to escape the menacing imposter, your heart pounds in your chest, and adrenaline courses through your veins. You hope to reach safety, but the imposter, still wielding the knife, moves swiftly to intercept you.

In the struggle that follows, you desperately try to dodge a direct attack, but to no avail. The imposter's knife slices through the air with a malevolent swish, finding its mark on your abdomen. Agonizing pain sears through your body as the blade cuts deep, leaving a gaping wound in its wake. A guttural cry of anguish escapes your lips as you collapse to the floor, the shock and pain overwhelming your senses.

Clutching your wounded stomach, you feel the warm stickiness of your own blood oozing between your fingers. The room spins, and your surroundings blur as the floor beneath you becomes stained crimson, the red liquid pooling around you like a sinister halo. The metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid undertone of fear, as the imposter, their face twisted with malevolence, continues to advance with deliberate, haunting steps.

Tears well up in your eyes as you gasp for breath, the pain nearly unbearable.

"W-Who are you?! Why are you doing this to me?!"

The fake Namjoon chuckles darkly, the sinister glint in his eyes unrelenting. "I said you're mine. And you will be mine. Just like this. Forever."

Your world spins into a growing blur as you fight to stay conscious, the imposter looming over you, and the horrifying realization that this is it.

In your final moments, you glanced at the clock on the wall, its numbers glowing ominously.

11:58.

The seconds tick away, echoing the dreadful countdown as "Namjoon" lifts his hand to deliver the final, fatal blow.

The world around you fades into an abyss of darkness.

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el-hawthorne · 1 year

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Halloween Series: Special

Words count : 3,5k

Pairing : Yandere!Yeonjun x female!Reader

Rate : 15+

Genre : Dark romance (?), Strangers to lovers.

Warning : SUGGESTIVE, mentions that reader is a female, Yeonjun is full of himself and delusional (?), harsh words, swearing, please let me know if I should mention anything that I should put as a warning.

synopsis:

Yeonjun is a famous playboy among his peers. He really wanted to make you fall in love with him to prove his friends that he was capable to steal your heart. You were sweet to him, but that doesn't make him a special guy. So it hurt his ego and he was determined to have you all to himself.

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There was no single soul who didn't know how famous Choi Yeonjun is. He was good at sports and his academics. All of the teachers really saw him as all of the students' role in his school.

He was kind and nice to everyone. And also, he knew how to crack funny jokes. Everyone loved his presence.

But nobody is perfect, right? Yeonjun was an ace in his school, he was attractive and desirable. That's why he could play with anybody's feelings to his advantage.

He knew he could get what he wanted. Which could mean everything.

He wanted it, he got it.

That was until his friend asked him an easy challenge. For him. At least Yeonjun thought so, and his friends also thought that Yeonjun could do that.

"Make Y/n fall in love and confess to you."

"Well?" Yeonjun raised one of his brows, "that's it?"

"Yeah, she took advantage of me. I want you to serve what she deserves."

Yeonjun chuckled, "Why can't you serve it by yourself then?"

"You got that player title for a reason. Even though she was hard to get, I knew you could make her fall in love with you in less than a month."

The evident smirk now slowly faded on Yeonjun's face. He knew his friend was now trying to get him. His friends knew that he was taking pride in being loved easily by people.

"Well, what do I get from this?"

"This one?" His friend threw him a key. A cottage key in the exotic beach to be exact.

"Deal."

When Yeonjun suddenly came into your frame, you wouldn't be surprised at all.

He suddenly greeted you when you walked past him through the school gate all of sudden. All eyes now on you. Thanks to him for ruining another peaceful day.

You weren't popular in your school. But many students know who you are. You were actually quite active in the organization and loved by your juniors, because you always stood up for them when one of your seniors bullied them.

Yeonjun has been your classmate ever since your first grade. But now, as if you were in the spotlight, Yeonjun suddenly noticed you.

"I didn't know we were in the same class."

"I know, I just wonder why you suddenly greet me and even ask my chairmate to switch with you. Do you want something?"

"Yeah, your heart," he winked at you.

You scoffed, "Woah, calm down there Mister. My heart is mine, I'm not planning to give it to anyone yet."

"I'm sure I can wait for that," he laughed.

If you didn't know about his reputation of being a casanova, you might find out that his laugh was attractive. Maybe, you would confess to him the next day.

But thanked God, for giving you the ability to see through people's intention and connecting the dots. Aside from being a heartbreaker, you also knew that Yeonjun did revenge for his friends.

Last time you could remember, a guy named Wooyoung—one of Yeonjun's friends—suddenly approached you. He only wanted your connection so he could join your club. And he did.

But what cost? His ex came to you, paid you a big sum of money if you could sell his girlfriends information. Yeah, he had more than one girlfriend. So you did, and let all of his girlfriends give him a lesson.

You knew Wooyoung was the one who asked Yeonjun to seek revenge towards you. You weren't stupid.

So, you decided to have a little fun. Because Yeonjun seemed to make an effort in order to make you fall in love with him.

Every morning, you would find him in front of your house to pick you up at school. Then after school, he would bring you to his favorite cafe and sometimes to have some study dates too.

On weekends, he would ask you to hang out together. He would bring you to his favorite place, like an art museum, amusement park, his apartment, you name it. He even made a romantic dinner just for you as well.

You didn't mind him bringing you chocolate or your favorite dessert or some gifts at your school. Making all of the entire school assumed that both of you were dating each other.

"Y/n?"

When you walked at school's corridor with Yeonjun who had his hands on your waist, you suddenly stopped. You heard a familiar voice called your name.

And you were right. Right after you turned your body, you saw Choi Beomgyu—your old friend and also your old crush.

Well, you and him used to attend the same high school. He was your chairmate back then and you developed a crush on him since that happened.

Who wasn't he was the only one who saw you when everyone didn't. He really cared for you to the point he always asked you to join him for studying together with his friends.

And because of him, you managed to attend the college that you really wanted.

But after graduation, you lost contact with him. He was studying abroad.

"Beomgyu?" Your eyes widened as you gasped.

Nothing really changed about his features. He was still as ethereal as ever. His black hair that used to be short, now became longer with wolf cut style. He looked more mature and insanely attractive.

"I thought I called the wrong person," he chuckled before smiling warmly at you, "turned out I was wrong, looks like you have become—no, you've always been beautiful. But now you know how to look more beautiful. No wonder, you have a boyfriend now."

"A boyfriend?" You realized that Yeonjun's hand was still on your waist, you quickly freed yourself and walked towards Beomgyu.

"Nope, he's just one of my colleagues. Nothing special between him and I," you clarified.

Meanwhile, since your attention was fully on Beomgyu, Yeonjun didn't like the uncomfortable feelings inside his chest. The way you told Beomgyu that he wasn't special pinched his heart.

"Y/n, we have to go. Our class will start soon," Yeonjun poked his cheeks as he crossed his arms on his chest.

You rolled your eyes, "You go first, I still want to catch up with Beomgyu for a little bit."

"Fine!" He huffed before he left you and Beomgyu alone as he felt annoyed.

You didn't give a damn about about Yeonjun and decided to give your attention towards Beomgyu.

For you, men aren't worth it to be loved. But Choi Beomgyu was an exception.

Maybe those unsettling feelings that you left years ago are still there. You didn't really forget him. Especially your heart still longing for him.

"Why are you here? Don't get me wrong, I really like seeing you here now. But, aren't you studying abroad?" You asked him.

"Yeah, but I had a project here. Also, my brother is working here. Just want to know about his workplace. Turns out he's working in a decent place," he answered, "but that's not the main reason why I came here. It's because I want to see you."

You blush like crazy because of his statement, "It's been a long time, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "and I want to ask you something."

"Sure."

"You said that man isn't your boyfriend, so are you single or?"

"I've been single since birth," you answered without thinking.

"So I still have my chance now?"

You frowned at his sentence. Not that you didn't know about his obvious intention. You just didn't know how to respond when your crush likes you back. It was your first time. Heck! You even never got into a casual date with someone you genuinely liked.

Beomgyu laughed as he patted your head, "well, are you free after class?"

"I am, but why are you asking?"

"Nothing, just want to ask you for dinner," he grinned.

"Yes, of course."

"And I will pick you up after your class. Now, go to your class and stay pretty—no, forget it. You always look pretty in everything you do," he shuffled your hair before you left him.

Right after you entered your class, you saw Gaeul—your friend greeted you. She already saved your chair.

"The last time I checked, you act like a girl falling in love was years ago because of Beomgyu. And now, are you so desperate that you even fall in love with Yeonjun too? You know he is a jerk, right?"

"Who said I fell in love with Yeonjun? And how do you know I 'act like a girl falling in love'?

"Simple, because you look stupid," she answered without thinking, "but wait, if it's not Yeonjun, then who?"

"I've met Beomgyu earlier," you said with the brightest smile on your face.

Gaeul gasped, "No fucking way."

"Yes way, young lady. And you better help me too," you said as you were biting your lips nervously.

"What for?" Gaeul arched one of her eyebrows.

"Since he asked me for dinner tonight," you whispered.

But you were too excited to notice that someone probably heard what you said.

All of the things he did, Yeonjun never felt this angry before. He was sure that you would fall for his charm in a week when he treated you as a special girl. He gave it all for you and would do anything for you.

But yet, he never got any special treatment from you. He even saw with his own eyes when you greeted that "ordinary" guy. Yeonjun knew that guy was actually less of him. Yet, he saw how you slip those hair behind your ears, how red your cheeks and ears. Then you smile shyly but genuine at the same time.

He never saw you like that when you talked to another, even to himself. Being with you made Yeonjun realize that he observed too much about you. He cared too much for your well-being to the point he no longer didn't care about the prize anymore.

He wanted you. All for himself. You have to be his, and not anyone else. If he couldn't have you, then he would rather see you dead than with somebody else other than him.

***

"Hey Y/n," Yeonjun walked towards you while you were still packing your things inside your bag before you got out of the class.

Your classmate eyed you for a while before you nodded at her and gave her signal to leave you alone with Yeonjun.

Now that you were alone with him, Yeonjun smiled at you, "So, caffe date as usual?"

"Hmm, yeah. And I want to go somewhere, I think I need your help for something too," you said.

Yeonjun's smile couldn't get wider than this as he felt his chest swell because of his pride. You need him. It really fed his ego right now.

"Anything for you baby," Yeonjun said as he patted your head before he placed his hand on your waist as his way to claim you and to show others that you were his.

Different from what Yeonjun's thought, you started to enjoy Yeonjun's company. Despite that Wooyoung asked him to approach you, you could consider him as a good friend.

Yeah, he was fun to be around with. He was cool with everything. He was really smart too and also great with helping you study. No wonder almost everyone fell for him.

Yes, "almost everyone".

Except you, of course. Someone permanently held captive your heart since your high school. And now that you have a chance, you're not gonna let go of that chance easily.

After "the study date" session you had with Yeonjun, more like a study session for you and meanwhile for Yeonjun was still a study date, now you asked Yeonjun to bring you to a cloth store.

"Why do you want to go here?" Yeonjun asked.

"Well, I want to go buy something that might need your opinion since you're a guy and have a really good taste in everything. So the point is, I need your help," you are seriously staring at Yeonjun.

"If you thought I would help you because you just complimented me earlier, well it works. Let's go," Yeonjun got out of his car and opened his car's door for you as if you're a princess.

His princess.

"Thank you, Jun."

The way you called him made the whole butterfly inside his stomach. And it didn't seem to bother Yeonjun at all. No, he liked it.

You entered the store and met some workers that already knew you. Well, you have often gone to this place before. Even the workers treated you as if you were their friends.

"Hi Y/n, it's been a long time. Did you come here with Beomgyu? Gosh you changed so much, I wonder if Beomgyu would change a lot like you or not. Oh wait, did you two are dating now? Because I already knew that both of you had a thing for each other," Hoseok—the owner of the shop greeted you like an old friend.

"Hi Hoseok," you chuckled, "no, I'm with my friend."

"Your friend?" Hoseok frowned when he saw Yeonjun walking behind you and didn't hesitate to place his hand on your waist.

If you thought he was fine, no you were wrong. The fact that you only consider him as a friend? He was pissed, to the point his grip on your waist became more tighter than usual.

Your eyebrows arched as you snapped at Yeonjun, "Yeonjun?"

Of course you were uncomfortable because of him. But you tried to hide it, you didn't want to make Hoseok worried over something small. Even though you clearly felt that something was off from Yeonjun.

"Hmm?" Yeonjun looked at you as his grip loosened up.

The uneasiness came easily inside you from the way Yeonjun stared at you. It was like he was dead inside and there was someone else instead.

"This is Hoseok, he is my old friend and the owner of this shop. Hoseok, this is my classmate, Yeonjun."

"Hi Yeonjun, nice to meet you," Hoseok awkwardly smiled.

Yeonjun stared at Hoseok with his blank face and didn't say anything other than nodded.

You decided not to overthink what you just felt earlier. Maybe you were too tired to the point you started to imagine things.

So you started to choose some dresses that you wanted to buy and some guys clothes.

"Jun!" You called Yeonjun when he was busy with his phone.

But when his nickname you gave rolled from your tongue, he immediately had all his attention on you. He quickly scooted to you.

"What is it?"

"What do you think if someone buys this shirt for you," you showed Yeonjun that guy's shirt towards Yeonjun.

Is she going to give me a present? How cute.

Yeonjun chuckled.

You frowned, "What? My pick isn't literally terrible, you know."

A pout appeared on your face. Yeonjun couldn't help as his hand now reached the top of your head before he messed with your hair.

"Jun!" You ripped his hand from your head by slapped it.

"Sorry babe, it's bad. Actually it is quite the opposite, you clearly have a taste."

Your eyes directly glared at Yeonjun, you couldn't believe him. Maybe he tried to mess with you again. Who knows?

"No, really. If I receive a gift like this, I will be over the moon. Especially if it's from the girl I like—no, I mean the girl I love. Literally going to confess to her right at the moment," he said confidently as he saw that rose cheeks of yours.

Aw—now you're shy. How cute! It must be because of him, wasn't it?

No, you were imagining Beomgyu's reaction when he received a welcoming gift from you. He must be just like what Yeonjun said, and even confessed his feelings for you.

"Hoseok, I want to buy this," you said to Hoseok.

"Oh hey, I actually had a new design for a dress. I think you should have it," he said as he showed a flowery dress that actually looked beautiful.

You were stunned, "It's beautiful."

"I know, a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl, you know?" He teasingly smiled at you.

"Oh Hoseok, I really want this dress, but I don't have much money. But can you keep it? I'm going to buy this after I save up money this month."

"Oh forget it, you don't have to pay. think of this as my welcoming gift for you, and I know what you did girl," he winked at you, "you should wear this, Beomgyu might go crazy over you when he see you in that dress."

"Wa-wait, for real?"

"Yeah, but you have to tell me first when both of you are official."

"Sure!"

"Oh my God! Hoseok, thank you so much!" You happily hugged Hoseok.

***

"Here is the key," Wooyoung threw a key towards Yeonjun who was fond of his phone right now. His eyes were literally attached towards whatever it was inside his phone.

"What are you watching?" San—one of his friends scooted over as he tried to peek, but Yeonjun immediately locked his phone.

"Mind your business," he said as he put himself inside his pocket.

San scoffed, "What's wrong with him?"

Wooyoung shrugged, "I don't know and I don't want to know. All I care about is now I'm happy."

"Happy because Yeonjun rejected that girl, huh?"

"Yeah, and now she is sick because she can't keep up with the reality that Yeonjun is only playing with her feelings," Wooyoung smiled happily.

"Well, you win."

On the other side, Yeonjun heard his friends' conversation. His smirk was visible on his face.

What his friends didn't know was, everything was twisted. And so he was.

Yeonjun took his phone from his pocket and unlocked it. It showed a video of your unconsciously slept on his bed from his real-time cctv inside his mansion. Too tired from crying.

Your tears were still visible on your face as he still remembered how you cried beautifully, wanting to get your freedom.

But no, of course he couldn't do that. You were his and would be forever his.

So he walked to towards his car and drove to his mansion as fast as possible. He couldn't wait to see you as fast as possible.

He really missed you.

And he knew that you also missed him.

If not now, than he was sure in the future you would miss him just like what he felt right now.

You just needed time.

As he arrived at the mansion, he immediately walked inside his bedroom and kissed your lips.

Your eyes slowly opened when you felt something soft touched your lips. Oh, how gross it was. You wish you could wiped that kiss from your mouth.

Vibrant with your reaction, Yeonjun was actually quite the opposite. Those red and glassy eyes glaring at him looked so beautiful for him.

"Hi sleeping beauty, so you have a nice dream, huh?" He chuckled before he kissed you again, but this time was longer than before. Even the tongue involved.

He smiled when he saw that red and swollen lips of your still connected to his by the saliva.

"You gorgeous thing, how can I not notice someone gorgeous like you from the start?" he whispered, but you didn't answered anything other than a few tears came out from your eyes.

"Such a Goddess," he murmured as he licked your tears, "The medicine still didn't wear off yet. So I called the doctor to put an IV on you."

You silently cried. Your tears kept coming out from your eyes.

"Sweetheart, this is just for a while until you behave, okay. You can't do anything on your own now, because you need me. You will always need me."

That fucking bastard.

After you bought Beomgyu a gift, you were supposed to go home with Yeonjun. Even your best friend already waited at your home.

But instead, Yeonjun drugged you by putting something inside your drink that made you fainted. He kept you at his house and confessed that he loves you for a while now.

Of course you rejected him and asked him to free you away. But instead of freed you, he put a syringe inside you with whatever substances inside of it that you actually didn't like it.

You lost your consciousness after that.

That's wrong of you if you thought that substance inside that syringe only made you unconscious. Other than that, your whole body was paralyzed. You even couldn't talk!

And that bastard literally took advantage of it.

"Sweetheart," Yeonjun's sickening voice made you snap back at the shitty reality, "before the doctor came, how about shower? You looked dirty, I will definitely help you to take a shower."

You only stared at him who looked at you as he grinned widely.

"Let me take your clothes off, yeah? Don't worry, you don't have to be shy. I already see everything," he kissed your neck as he slowly removed your clothes from your body, "I promise, I'll be gentle with you."

- end

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intruder — kinktober day seven

word count: 3.5k

warnings/kinks: serial killer!dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, yandere!yeonjun, language, stalking, mentions of murder and blood, unprotected sex, knife play, the smallest bit of degradation(oh god what has happened to me, there used to be so much degrading in my fucking writing), praise and creampie, feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

author's note: before you read this!! please, please know that i am not romanticizing yandere/stalker or murdering acts in any way, shape or form. this is just fiction, do not take it seriously. :))

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yeonjun found you so interesting, and honestly he was just so fantasized by you. from only the few times he's watched you leave your apartment complex or walking around town running earrings and so on. your smile and the way you carried yourself he admired and wanted you.

capturing you would have made him feel bad, he wanted to get to know you. he needed to know he earned your trust before you found out exactly who he was.

months went by and seeing you was added to his daily schedule. wether that had been right outside your apartment, or following you around when you did your shopping or out with your friends until he knew you were safely home, watching you through the window of your apartment from afar until you rested peacefully.

he started to want more. needing to see more, to know more. the thoughts he had were risky— he was a killer, not a stalker. so the moment he started to look around, trying to see if there was a way he could get onto your patio or if there was a spare key laying around under the rug infront of your door or hiding in the plants, he knew he was going further than he ever would, but it was for you.

it took him a few times to strategize how he was supposed to get inside, and once he did— picking the lock and sometimes coming through the back door leading out to your patio that he had to climb late at night to get to, he made it a once a week thing— two if he wanted.

noises were heard all the time, things were moved and out of place when you'd get home some days. you forced yourself to pretend like it was nothing, joking with your friends saying that you had been getting spooked by some ghost. you should've known it was so much more than that.

crazy thing here was, the two of you were friends now. friends who were overly touchy that at first glance someone would think you're a couple. it was nothing more than a friendship, though you do wish it became something more— that being yeonjun's fantasy as well.

it was a late night, you were just getting home and wanting nothing more than to fall into your bed face first and pass out. the town's killer got his hands on a young boy tonight, the same one that had tried hitting on you before and you rejected him each time.

you heard steps coming from the kitchen, what the fuck. no one was here, no one followed you home, and even after all these times of thinking someone or something was in your house but never before did you hear literal footsteps. this led you to think someone had been living inside your home this entire time with a good hiding spot.

"jun!?" you say, finally coming out and being met with the tall man heading to your sink. he turned slowly once he heard you.

you were glad to see him but then again asked, how did he get in? and why were his hands covered in blood? some splattered on his shirt, along his neck.

"oh— god, what happened to you?" you asked worryingly.

not a word came out of yeonjun's mouth. wasn't sure if he was waiting on you to come and comfort him so he could come up with some bullshit excuse that you would believe or waiting for you to figure it all out on your own.

he didn't even look fazed, having blood on him that's obviously dried up but not from too long along. your eyes trailed down his frame, watching as he didn't move or say a thing and just had this shit eating grin on his face.

"he should've left you alone the first time you said no." is what he finally says after a full minute of you just standing there.

what was he on about? you laughed awkwardly. you tried not to let your mind go the way it wanted to, wanting to yell and scream from the top of your lungs that choi yeonjun is the town's killer. but no... that couldn't be.

but then again...

that call from chae after last year's graduate party, crying and mumbling out things that were too incorhent to even make out until she began pleading and begging you to find beomgyu. even months after she believed that he was living and well, but it's been near a year and still no one's been able to trace him.

the whole soobin thing and him claiming to be attacked not even an hour after he took you out on a date. you thank god everyday he made it out and didn't end up like the rest of them, the cuts and bruises painted all over his skin stay in your mind forever though.

just more and more things to add to the build up and now... that boy. it was all yeonjun. and now with you adding all the things up, you realized that a lot of the killings were people you've seen around before and the boys that had all been killed were ones you talked to you. it all made sense now.

you were in shock, stuck in place with tears swelling in your eyes. what could you even say? or do? this was almost bound to be your last breath, because even considering you were yeonjun's closest and most likely only friend you weren't sure what he would do. especially after being such a hot topic for a while, he was insane.

the expression he wore on his face was so unreadable, a mixture of proudness, maybe a little bit of anger and lust. it was a weird combination and you had no idea how to feel with him looking your way like that.

not to mention, he was in your home. how did he get in here and why didn't he let me know he was coming? you hadn't kept the door unlocked or gave him a key.

the longer you stood there and let your thoughts overwhelm you, puzzling everything together and realizing how gullible and not smart enough you were all this time. yeonjun has been in my house all along.

"oh— oh god," you finally say, feeling sick at your stomach.

you wanted to be mad at him, you did. but right now you were so scared, he still was carrying around the adrenaline he gained from killing that poor boy— anything could happen.

"y/n," he says.

you back away slowly, trying to watch your movements as he walked your way, "no— stay the fuck away from me!"

this didn't stop him though, he was still walking towards you. unlucky enough for you, the wall not far behind you was now against your back. this was the end, you thought.

you started to squeal, hoping that anyone around you will be able to hear and hurry and get down here as quick as possible. yeonjun just let you, not bothered at the fact that you could get him caught right now.

"stay away! sta—" you try to scream again and before you could even get a full one out, yeonjun pins you to the wall and covers your mouth, pocket knife up against your throat.

"the louder you scream the more you'll just turn me on, sweetheart," yeonjun admits.

he peered down at you like his prey, dark eyes you had never seen before.

it's not like you haven't wanted to do something, anything with this man. he looked like that and your genuinely close friendship caused the feelings to worsen.

he was just so different now even though he's been the same person all along, you just got to met that side of him before the other.

you whimpered underneath his hand, the one still covered in the blood from that school boy. the smell was in evident, everything in you trying to hold your breath and not freak out entirely especially with this blade so close to your throat. you were doing decent for someone who was in a room alone with a killer.

"you look so cute, all scared," yeonjun said, voice low and watching your eyes move around frantically.

he felt bad for frightening you the way he did, your poor tears falling down onto his hand. a soft gentle kiss was planted on your temple as a way of trying to calm you down, he knew you always had a soft spot for him.

"i don't want to hurt you y/n, and i won't," he says, in a tone that was more cheery than before— just like how it was when the two of you would hang out. he really was two different people in one, "just as long as you can keep this between us."

the minute he got out of here you were going to run to your phone and call the police, turning him in for not only all the murders but breaking and entering, stalking you for god knows how long.

his hand slowly slid off your face, finally, you thought and let out a deep breath. he held onto your neck gently, hand replacing where the blade just was. that only just making you feel a way. fuck.

he smirked once he saw the reaction he got out of you. watery eyes no longer watery and a gasp leaving you. he only went a bit tighter once he saw what it did to you.

"do we have a deal, y/n?" he asked, in a low voice again. so pleased with how he had you wrapped around his finger so tight that even after finding out all he did, you still didn't let go.

he won't kill me if i give him something. if i don't say anything to anyone about who yeonjun is and fuck him then he won't kill me, right?

so you let your mind take control and, "i— i won't say anything," you say, "just fuck me."

you felt like a complete idiot saying that— not turning in your hot serial killer of a best friend all for some dick. you had no shame though, letting yeonjun lift you with ease and smash his lips against yours.

the man smelt like he had been outside for a while, the cool fall air sticking to him. cheeks cold but the rest of his skin warm. you wondered how you even managed to attract someone like him, especially the most known person in town right now.

your body hit the mattress and once it did, his was hovering over you being closer than he's ever had been before. butterflies grew in your stomach as he traveled your clothed body, getting closer and closer to your jeans until he was able to get a hand on the button, stripping you from the denim slowly— other pieces of fabric on you removed soon after.

"your body is so beautiful, you know," he mumbled into the skin of your tummy, "i don't want to go too far but, small little scars on your body so you can remember how well i treat you would just look so good. you'd want no one else after."

yeonjun slide the blade softly against you, not puncturing any skin just brushing the cold sliver along your stomach. he only kept this in hand just incase you ended up trying something, doubt you would he just needed to make sure.

having it while being above your naked body also just made him think that he had a knife kink himself, wanting nothing more than to hear those moans of pain and pleasure of the blade sinking into your skin.

"you'd wear them so well," he said before flipping you around.

he began stripping his own clothes from his body, starting off with his shoes bloody button up and ending with his pants. your ass looked so good like this, he always loved the way you'd either sleep in short shorts or a thong and sleeping on your stomach. the blanket would slip off throughout the night, exposing your cheeks well enough to let him see and get him off for the time being.

now he has you, he actually has you and he wasn't gonna take that for granted. nor was he going to allow anything to get in between the two of you.

his hands rubbed your bare ass, massaging it before pulling himself out and sliding his cock against it. you felt just how big he was and knew you were in for a treat, he just looked like he was big. his tall stature and just the way he carried himself, you always forced yourself to look away when he'd come out in sweats specifically the grey ones.

to finally be able to feel this had you going crazy, and now you were begging him to fill you up.

he made your wish come true, prodding at your entrance with the head of his cock and soon pushed in with ease. you let out a satisfied sigh, moaning right after once yeonjun was fully in.

"jesus— fuck, yeonjun," you curse, clenching around him so tight that you forced yeonjun to let out a sound of his own even though he tried keeping quiet to hear you.

"shit— y/n," yeonjun moans out, getting a few more thrusts in before continuing on with his sentence, "i've been waiting to feel this pussy since the day i saw you, face all cute and innocent but your skimpy clothes saying otherwise."

his veiny cock slid out of your velvet walls slowly, yeonjun thrusting in with force and continuing on with this cycle to hear those moans wanting to leave your throat.

"don't hide those sounds, angel. let me hear how i make you feel," yeonjun said breathily in your ear.

soon, yeonjun's hips picked up their pace to pound roughly and fast into you. your legs were spasming— yeonjun getting straight to the point so quick that it had caught you off guard.

you said things and made sounds that you didn't even know could come out of you. like talking yeonjun through what to do so he knew what exactly you needed to get to your high and make you feel good.

your moans echoed off the walls and you tried your best to hear yeonjun, but just couldn't. not only was he quiet, the skin slapping along with your noises overpowered the sounds he made. oh to just hear him, you knew he felt way too good at the moment.

after watching you do just about anything, he waited for the day when he finally got to be inside you. you'd play with yourself and end up getting frustrated because your fingers weren't enough, honestly yeonjun would've thought you had a boyfriend to satisfy your needs with how beautiful and captivating you were— even if you did, you wouldn't have one anymore. at least not anyone who's not yeonjun.

the tip of his cock brushed up against your spot, needing him to do it again, and again, and again.

which he did— not on purpose, but when realizing he finally found exactly where you need him, you moaning uncontrollably and clutching onto the comforter of your bed, he thrusted up repeatedly demanding to hear more from you.

"can you take my load? like the good girl you are, i know you can," yeonjun comments, kissing up your spine and between your shoulder blades.

your sweaty bodies were pressed close together, skin sticky and wanting nothing more than a release. this ball of guilt was eating inside you, fucking this monster who has hurt so many, the guy who tried killing your childhood friend, the one who had been watching you all this time— creeping around your house before you even met him.

it was wrong. totally wrong yet you couldn't help yourself, it felt too good. and the longer it went on, his long cock breaking you open, your arousal dripping down the length of it and down to his balls.

"this can be a forever thing baby, i know you'll miss my cock every single day you go without it," yeonjun suggests, "you just got to keep your pretty mouth shut and nothing bad will happen."

"pro— promise?" you ask, tears swelling in your eyes again. how could you really even trust him anymore?

"i promise, baby," he says with a few more kisses on your back before turning your head around enough to kiss him messily.

you wanted something with him. you always have. his whole lifestyle stressed you out though, you would do anything to get him to stop and you have no idea what exactly that would be.

"mark me," you mumbled softly, not loud enough for yeonjun to make out.

he hummed, asking you to repeat yourself, which you did, "mark me up, give me those scars you were talking about."

hearing this come from you pleased him, like nothing else before. you didn't know if he was actually going to go through with it, still fucking into you roughly. that was until you felt this burn on the back of your thigh, the cold air circulating around your room was all that cooled it slightly.

"how's that?" he asked, holding you tightly.

he waited to continue until he heard your answer. the wet squelching sounds was all he needed at the point, noticing how you grew wetter the moment the cold blade was against you.

"good, honey?" he asked again, kissing your back and placing the blade elsewhere, on your right asscheek this time, "getting all wet from having me fuck your skin up, how filthy."

you whine, another cut placed into your skin. yeonjun didn't try to be careful with his thrusts either, hitting both of the wounds in your skin each time harder than the last.

the slight blood that dribbled out of the wounds stamped onto yeonjun's pelvis. he was so used to seeing blood, feeling and having to clean so much that it didn't even faze him.

his hand held tightly onto the knife just to trail it along your skin, moving up to face and pushing your hair out of the way with it. you open your eyes and watch as he moves it past your cheeks smoothly, not a bit of fear found in your eyes anymore... surprisingly.

"how do you feel, tell me," he demanded, blade on your neck.

"so good, junnie~ it's all so good," you struggle even speaking with the pleasure you were feeling.

yeonjun pounded you into the mattress relentlessly, never letting go and fucking you deeply. to finally feel this had him feeling so euphoric, so drunk on your pussy he knew he'd never be able to get enough.

it wasn't long until you felt yeonjun twitch inside of you, setting you off and treating you to one of the best and most mind blowing orgasms you've ever had. yeonjun followed you, groaning out and cursing like a mad man.

he pounded his cum back into you as it started leaking out not wasting any, he made sure of it. the fullness you felt was mind blowing, wanting nothing more than to feel this feeling all the time.

"we waited way too long to do that," he admits out of breath, hips haulted into you then sitting up straight as he waited to come down.

"with all this time you've been practically living with me, i'm surprised you hadn't tried fucking me in my sleep," you poke fun at him. part of you was scared that now that you know who and what yeonjun is, you couldn't even play around and joke with him like before.

to your surprise, he let out a soft giggle pulling out of you and turning your body back around so you were on your back, "oh, i wouldn't. don't be silly," he brushes his fingers along your cheek, "i would have never wanted to hurt you."

his sharp gaze and evil grin caught your attention. it was like he wanted to take care of you but also did in fact want to hurt you— not in a way you thought though.

the man was an intruder, letting himself into your home before you even got the chance to and here you were falling for this killer. how much worse could this get.

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