#daybreak x reader

Yandere x Male Reader

It was supposed to be a chill stream.

Just a casual Daybreak duo session with you and Yejun sitting side-by-side at your double desk setup both wearing matching black headphones, both drinking iced coffee you’d made an hour earlier, both fully unaware of how unhinged the fanbase was about to become.

You went live with a simple:

“Hi, chat.”

Yejun followed with a low, soft, “Hello.”

Immediately, the chat exploded.

Lines flying faster than the monitor could refresh.

CHAT:

OMG THEY’RE SIDE BY SIDE AGAIN

M/N’S WEARING YEJUN’S HOODIE??

THEY’RE SO CLOSE HELP???

You hid a small smile and focused on the game.

The first match was smooth quiet conversation, occasional laughter, fast generator progress. Chat spammed heart emojis every time your shoulders bumped.

Then came the moment.

The moment neither of you registered until after it happened.

You were leaning forward, checking the minimap, while Yejun who had finished his generator early leaned back, stretching, eyes drifting toward you instead of the screen.

“Gen on the left,” you murmured, concentrating.

He hummed lowly in response, leaning just a little closer to see what you were pointing at.

Closer.

Closer.

His eyes softened.

Then completely absentminded, completely unconscious, completely natural he turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

Just… like that.

No hesitation.

No realization.

No thought behind it.

His lips brushed your skin gently, warm, barely there.

You froze.

Chat did not.

CHAT:

??????

HE KISSED HIM????

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

THAT WAS A KISS

YEJUN SIR YOU ARE LIVE

LIVE CAM??? CAM IS ON???

M/N LOOK AT HIS FACE LMAO HE’S RED

You stared at him, mouth slightly open, heartbeat in your throat.

He blinked.

You blinked.

For a full five seconds, he didn’t understand what he’d done.

“…Jun,” you whispered, stunned. “We’re… streaming.”

His eyes widened.

Then his ears turned red.

Then the rest of him.

He pulled back slightly not far, just enough to process what came out of his own body and stared straight ahead like he was buffering.

“I— Mm— It—”

He cleared his throat.

“I didn’t notice.”

“Clearly,” you murmured, cheeks burning.

The chat was now in full nuclear meltdown.

CHAT:

HE DIDN’T NOTICE???

HE JUST KISSED HIM LIKE IT’S A TUESDAY???

THEY’RE SO MARRIED THEY FORGOT THEY’RE LIVE

THE CONFIDENCE??? THE CASUALNESS???

You covered your face with both hands.

Yejun, mortified but trying to play it cool, reached up and gently pulled your wrist down so he could see your expression.

“Sorry,” he whispered, voice soft and low enough to melt you on the spot.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not,” you blurted.

Immediate silence.

His eyes softened instantly, a quiet relief flickering through them.

He leaned in again, forehead brushing yours, voice low enough that the mic barely caught it.

“Good.”

Chat exploded again.

You groaned.

He straightened up slightly, clearing his throat again and trying to return to the game.

It didn’t help that his hand slid across the desk and found yours under it fingers intertwining, hidden from the camera’s view but not from your rapidly beating heart.

Chat noticed anyway.

CHAT:

YOU ARE NOT HIDING ANYTHING

WE SEE THE WAY THEIR SHOULDERS TOUCH

WE SEE THE BLUSH

WE SEE THE HANDS UNDER THE DESK BESTIES

You squeezed his hand.

He squeezed back instantly, thumb brushing your knuckles gently.

The rest of the stream continued normally or as normally as it could after your boyfriend accidentally kissed you on live broadcast but neither of you let go for the whole match.

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Yejun x Male!Reader

It starts with your stomach growling loud enough to startle you out of a game.

The apartment is dark except for the soft glow of your monitor and the faint city light bleeding through the curtains. You glance at the time in the corner of the screen and wince.

1:47 AM.

Of course.

You close Daybreak with a sigh, headset sliding down to rest around your neck as you push your chair back. The room feels too still, the silence ringing in your ears. You know you should just drink some water and sleep, but your body is already moving toward the kitchen, feet bare against the cool floor.

You move quietly, automatically. Pot. Water. Stove. Ramen packet. You don’t even turn the main light on, just the little one over the stove, its yellow glow making the small kitchen feel softer, smaller, safer.

You’re stirring the water when you hear it.

Soft footsteps.

The faint scuff of heel against wood.

Slow, dragging like the person attached to them is still half in a dream.

A second later, warmth presses up against your back.

Arms slide around your waist, hands clasping lazily over your stomach. A chin finds your shoulder, heavy with sleep, hair tickling your neck.

You don’t even have to look.

“You left,” Yejun mumbles, his voice rough from sleep, words muffled into your hoodie.

You huff a quiet laugh. “I went ten meters away, not to war.”

“You didn’t tell me,” he complains, a drowsy pout lacing his tone.

“I was just hungry,” you say, giving the pot another stir. “You were out cold.”

“You left,” he repeats, as if that explains everything. His hold tightens almost imperceptibly, his body swaying you both side to side in a lazy rhythm you don’t bother fighting.

You roll your eyes, but your shoulders drop, tension melting as his warmth seeps into you.

“You came looking for me?” you ask, trying to sound teasing instead of fond.

He hums. “Woke up, bed was cold. Don’t like that.”

“You’re clingy,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” he agrees without shame, nuzzling closer. “You knew that.”

Steam rises from the pot; the scent of soup fills the air. You try to lift your arms higher to adjust the heat, but his weight makes it awkward.

“Jun, I need my hands,” you say.

“No, you don’t.”

“I can’t cook with you glued to me.”

“You can,” he counters, tightening his arms around you. “I believe in you.”

You snort. “That’s not how that works.”

He opens one eye, glancing at the pot. “Turn it down,” he instructs, half asleep, like he’s directing a game instead of dinner. “You always let it boil too hard.”

“You wanna do it?” you challenge.

“No,” he says, refusing to move. “I’m busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Guarding you from the darkness.”

You stare at the kitchen wall, fighting a laugh. “The darkness?”

“Mhm.” He presses a lazy kiss between your shoulder blades through the fabric. “And the cold. And the loneliness.”

You shake your head, smiling helplessly as you move the pot with his weight still draped over you. When the ramen’s finally done, you turn off the stove and start to plate it, but he doesn’t step back. Not even a little.

“You’re going to make me spill hot soup,” you warn.

He finally loosens his arms but only enough for you to turn in them. The dim light catches his face: sleep-heavy eyes, hair rumpled, lips soft and relaxed. He looks younger like this. Softer. Yours.

You lift the bowl, blowing on it once before holding it toward him. “First bite,” you say.

He leans in, slurps the noodles you present him, and makes a quiet, satisfied noise that warms you more than the food does.

“Good,” he decides. “Approved.”

“Can I eat now?” you ask.

He nods, then steps into your space again, herding you backward until the backs of your thighs hit the counter. He cages you there with his arms, one hand braced beside you, the other resting on your hip like he’s afraid you might disappear.

You eat with him pressed against you, his breath fanning your cheek every time he sighs. Half the noodles end up in his mouth because he parts his lips every time you lift the chopsticks.

“Next time,” you mutter around a mouthful, “I’m waking you up and making you cook.”

Pairing: Turbo x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “So I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a while. I’m a sucker for the “if they want a villain I’ll give them one” trope. So I was wondering if you’d be interested in that prompt for turbo and male reader?”

A/N: This one’s pretty short, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

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