I don’t like these games. - Han Jisung Yandere
Warning: yandere themes if you don’t like please don’t read! This is pure fiction and I do not see Jisung as this type of person, nor am I condoning this type of behavior.
Genre: yandere and dark themes a little suggestive
Summary: he knew you loved him. That wasn’t a question. He just didn’t understand why you were playing these games with him.
Jisung woke up, once again, panting and sweating. His dreams always the same. Him coming home to you, you running into his arms, you kissing him with those soft pink lips of yours, and then him taking you into the bedroom to make you his. But of course, he wakes up before he can mark you in his dream.
You had moved into the house behind him three months ago and have taken his every waking and dreaming thought. Your perfect hair, eyes, lips, body, and when you smiled at him he knew it was love. Everyday that passes he stands outside in his backyard just waiting for you to come outside and start you cute little amounts of small talk. When you aren’t home he is with you, even though you don’t know it, he is always with you. Of course he was. He loved you.
It had been a long day for you. And of course every time you go outside your neighbor seems to be in his backyard waiting to talk to you. You wondered if he even had a job. He was always nice to you, it was just a very long day and you were exhausted you didn’t want to have to deal with his small talk.
“Hey (y/n), how are you?” Jisung said lightly peaking at you with soft eyes.
You let out a heavy sigh “I’ve been better.”
“I’m sorry, do you want to come over? I can make you some tea, or coffee?” He said hopefully offering a small smile. This really doesn’t sound very bad, but you also wanna sleep, but how can you say no to that face? He looks like a lost puppy.
And that’s how you ended up here. Sitting on his couch, watching the clock, only partially invested in the conversation, and slowly losing you patience. This started out great he was being sweet and considerate, you finally got the opportunity to admire how handsome he really was. But it had been 3 hours. And he kept insisting and finding ways to keep you here. You finally had enough.
“Jisung I have to go now.” You said a bit meaner than you wanted. You stood and strides to the door, only to be turned and pressed against it.
“Why do you have to go?” He asked he asked his voice still it’s usual pretty and Gentle usual, but his eyes were so strange now. He looked crazy.
“I-i have to go to sleep.” You said your voice shaking. His grip on your shoulders tightens to much you know it will leave bruises. What the hell was happening?
“We have a bed here baby.” He said pressing his body against yours.
“Jisung, I-i have t-to go.” Tears started brimming in your eyes. “You’re hurting me.” You squirmed in his grasp trying to get away. Until he slammed you back against his door causing you to hit your head.
“You aren’t going anywhere.” He voice getting deeper and more menacing. “Stop playing the games with me baby, I know you love me too!” He said changing his voice once again, this time whining like a child. You had this ominous feeling in the pit of your stomach, like you somehow knew already, he wasn’t going to let you go.
