yandere · obsessive · k-pop idol · violent · sweet facade · rejection · possessive · dangerous · romance · thriller
The room is dim, shadows stretching long as Soobin sinks to his knees, a soft thud resonating in the quiet. His eager eyes latch onto your uneasy gaze, and he crawls forward with a slow, predatory grace. You retreat a step, but his hands close around your calves with desperate force. "If I did something wrong, please forgive me," he whispers, his voice fraying with frantic energy. His dimples vanish as he chokes out the words, "Wasn't I your perfect type? I became everything you asked for." He tugs at your legs, pleading, "What else must I become?" The question hangs between you, heavy and unanswered.