Caught In His Web - Yandere!Heuning Kai
Warnings: Obsessive behavior, Stalking & invasion of privacy, mentions of fear and paranoia, Implied kidnapping, Psychological manipulation
Notes: This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the real Heuning Kai. The following contains dark/yandere themes, including obsession, stalking, and psychological manipulation, meant purely for storytelling purposes. Please read responsibly and be aware of your comfort levels before continuing.
Summary: âCaught In His Webâ follows a seemingly sweet Heuning Kai whose affection slowly becomes suffocating obsession. From small acts of care to invasive stalking, the story shows the chilling escalation of his yandere tendencies as the reader struggles with fear, confusion, and the realization that they are trapped in his intense attention. Itâs a tense, psychological exploration of obsession and control, told from the victimâs perspective.
The first time you met Heuning Kai, it was like stepping into sunlight after a long night. He was tall, kind-eyed, and a little awkwardâhis laugh always a beat too long, his smile too genuine to doubt. He remembered your name after one introduction. He remembered your favorite drink after one conversation. He remembered your birthday without ever asking.
You thought he was sweet. Thatâs how it always starts, isnât it?
At first, the gestures were harmless. A coffee waiting at your desk. Your phone charged when you swore you left it dying. That one time you got home late and your porch light flickered back on, you didnât even question it. You assumed luck. But luck doesnât hum your name like a prayer when you pass by.
You caught him one dayâjust outside your apartment building. He looked startled, holding a bag filled with groceries that werenât his. Your groceries. The ones you meant to pick up. He smiled, that same soft, lopsided grin that used to make your heart melt.
âThought Iâd save you the trip,â he said, voice low and warm.
But his eyes⌠didnât blink.
After that, things changed. Slowly, like a spider weaving silk around something fragile. Youâd wake up to small gifts: a flower on your windowsill, your favorite snacks stacked neatly at your door, a note written in looping cursive:
âI hate when you forget to eat.â
When you asked him how he knew where you lived, his expression flickeredâsomething dark slithering behind the soft boy facade.
âWhy wouldnât I know?â he murmured. âYouâre important to me.â
You laughed it off. You shouldnât have.
One night, you came home to find your door unlocked. Everything inside was neatâtoo neat. The air smelled like his cologne. You froze, staring at the tiny black camera tucked between your bookshelf and the wall.
Your hands shook as you ripped it out.
And then your phone buzzed.
He came to your place the next day. No knock. Just the sound of the lock turning, and then his voiceâgentle, coaxing, almost pleading.
âI only wanted to keep you safe,â he said, walking toward you as you backed away. âThe world doesnât deserve you. People stare at you, talk to you like they know you. They donât. I do.â
He smiled again, eyes wide and wet like he couldnât decide if he wanted to cry or laugh.
âDonât say my name like that. You sound scared.â
But he reached out anyway, brushing your hair from your face with trembling fingers. His touch was carefulâtoo careful, like he thought you might break.
âIâd never hurt you,â he whispered. âBut if you keep running⌠I might have to.â
The police never found him after that. The apartment stayed empty for months, but sometimes, the lights would flicker on around midnight.
And if you listened closelyâtoo closelyâyouâd swear you could hear him singing your favorite song from somewhere just outside the window.
Because spiders donât chase whatâs already caught.
They just wait for the struggling to stop.
