#meilone

yandere delinquent who gets forced to attend tutor session bc his father gives permission to the academy to do whatever it takes as long as he performs his upperform

yandere delinquent who hates the tutor sessions much worse bc you, are the student council fav secretary, blegh, good kid is one of his allergies

yandere delinquent who left you waiting in the library when it's the freaking first tutor session while he's in some cheap convenience store with an instant ramen

yandere delinquent who gets annoyed when you come at his dorm later with books full on your hand, said that atleast he needs one subject revised for today

yandere delinquent who purposely playing with his nintendo while you were explaining biology n even blast pop music till you need to yell to explain

yandere delinquent who pulls pranks on you when the day have tutor session— hide your paperwork files (the most urgent that's need the principal signature n other staff stamp), misplaced your council journal (that somehow some gym boy passed it to you bc the boy found it on the gym bench n he suddenly hated it to see the way that gym boy smile at you), and even pour a goddamn soda on the specific books that you got for the tutoring session

yandere delinquent who said that he will pay you if you stop tutoring him, saying that you should give up n you just shake your head, firm on tutoring him bc the principal had give the responsibility to tutor him yandere delinquent who flips the books (the one who you organises neatly so that he can learn properly </3) of the library table and storms off bc he's so done w it

yandere delinquent who skip school bc somehow his father is abroad for business reasons n he dgaf w his father mistress stepmother

yandere delinquent who when it's times for the test, he gave the paper back empty n get out of the hall quickly after 30 minutes first of the exam

yandere delinquent who rolls his eyes when he needs to hear a long ass lecture from the principal when he fails again for midterm

yandere delinquent who accidentally heard the principal n other teachers yelling at you bc he fails again

yandere delinquent who wait outside the principal's office , guilt gnawing inside him, he understands those feeling, yeah, getting misunderstood is the worse, and suddenly he can see right through the past— where he heard again his father disappointed voice ring through his ear after that incident

yandere delinquent who know he flipping ruin your life after he saw that looks on your face, eyes on the verge of crying, but you still keep professional, hands trying to not quiver while holding council file

yandere delinquent who run after you, matching your pace, apologies spill from his mouth over n over, n he really meant it

yandere delinquent who felt his insides twist when you just stop and smile and mumbles it's okay, it's your fault, because you keep pushing his boundary and makes him uncomfortable

yandere delinquent who starts to change n study hard, always coming to you to ask questions, or literally anything "hey, whats in the plants that we don't have? chloroclass? or clorofile?" "well, that's close but it's chloroplast and chlorophyll" as you spell it in his notes" "ahh, got it" he nods n highlight the words as he continue answering questions

yandere delinquent who likes to study with you even more because you are so so patient with him

yandere delinquent who felt touched when you doesn't make him feel dumb if he doesn't know something 'basic' like that one theorem pythagoras? yeah he felt so dumb to not know what the heck is it

yandere delinquent who gives you your fav snack after sneaking out to go to his usual spot to skip weekly assembly

yandere delinquent who gradually becomes part of your life routine, if there's you, there is him, yep you guys are literally inseparable atp, you are working on that one farewell party for retired teacher in the council's room? yep he's there at the couch, feet dangling at the armrest while he answer some chem questions. you are on some search of teachers signature and approval for paperworks? yeah he sticks w you like a lost puppy

yandere delinquent who became, more demure? whatever that is but surely he became a bit tame n lessen fights w ppl or breaking the rules

yandere delinquent who accidentally makes your life more isolated than before, bc of his rbf obv, but that's good tho, it makes his jobs easier to keep you just for him

yandere delinquent who secretly did something to ppl who confess at you, yeah obv nothing much, i mean he just dump that boy's bag in the trash, much better than he throw that boy in the dump too, right?

yandere delinquent who can't do anything when he saw the student council prez hitting on you bcs definitely his father least things he wants to hear is that he punch his own cousin

yandere delinquent who actually felt nervous after the final test, he really did his best n he doesn't want your efforts to teach him goes to waste

you snap out of your thought as you hear the pipe at your kitchen streaming down and quickly run to the kitchen, only to see him washing your dishes, "w-what are you doing?"

"hmm? it's my job, don't worry, you stated that you are always stress because of your study, right?" "when?" "the quiz?" "aaahh" as you nod while watching him clean the kitchen smoothly

[FLASHBACK]

it was 2.17 in the morning, and while you were speed reading through some trashy webcomic after send an assignment last minute, an ad popped up through the screen when you click the last chapter

RENT-A-BOYFRIEND. TRUSTWORTHY. CUSTOMIZABLE. HELPLESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU

Lonely? We’ll act like we love you as long as you have the bill

you laugh it off, thinking its one of some fake, niche ads, people scamming for money, but somehow, somehow, you are really really bored, and since the manhwa is trashy, you dump it and click the ad, the link load and it brings you to somewhat minimalist layout website, soft pink and white, the headline reads the same motto as before at the pop up ad, and have variety of men and package to choose, and suddenly a quiz pop up, and you answer the question (mostly joking)

helpful? definitely, who doesn't want to get princess treatment loll

soft spoken? YES YES OHMAIGAD YES

skinship? erm not really but yea,

n after dozens of questions more, you click the package that seems good and order it for a day (no, you did not) and you are already being a nonsense so you put the phone to the side, not looking twice at the screen before you slump to the dreamland.

maybe it felt a little off sometimes, considering you came from two alphas and all your siblings were alphas too, while you ended up as some rejected experiment. at least, that’s what your older sister liked to say. but you never really took it to heart, especially after experiencing life in the same house with an alpha in rut

honestly, you were grateful you weren’t one of them, or an omega at all. no need for suppressants, no monthly leave just to survive a rut

still, what was life without a few problems looming over your head?

you stared at your reflection in the mirror, eyes dull. one hand gripped a frozen pouch from a cheap convenience store, pressed against your neck. you winced when the soreness barely improved. hell, it had been three freaking days since the incident. scratch the word incident, it was a tragedy, a catastrophic one

you glanced at the time and grunted as you stood up, tossing the pouch onto the bed while getting ready for class. how you wished you could skip today, but finals were creeping closer, and the mere thought of your mother’s face was enough to drag you out the door

by afternoon, you were finally done with lectures. you sighed in relief when you realized you hadn’t seen him around yet. that alone made today a good day

you headed toward your usual café, craving something sweet after going so long without a treat

before you could reach it, you bumped into something —no, someone

you stumbled back with a small “ouch,” dizziness washing over you as you clutched your head. you were sure you hadn’t just walked into a wall

before you could process anything, a voice cut in

“ah, here you are. i’ve been searching all over the faculty for you”

someone grabbed your hand

“hey, what the— ” you yanked it back sharply and looked up

and just like that, the café vanished from your mind. your face went rigid as you immediately tried to move away

“aw, is it that traumatizing for you?” he chuckled. “i’m sure it wasn’t that bad”

he pulled you closer, an arm wrapping around your hip as he hummed softly

“you look perfect here, don’t you think?”

you tried to shove him away, but a shiver ran down your spine when he suddenly tugged your coat down instead

“hmm. it’s still here. that’s good,” he murmured while inspecting your neck. “didn’t expect a beta like you to hold it so well. or maybe you’re actually an o—”

you didn’t know where the strength came from, but pap— your palm connected with his face

the sound echoed through the hallway

people turned to stare as you stepped back, then quickly walked in the opposite direction. it was better to return to your tiny studio apartment than deal with that bastard any longer

you didn’t care if the university forums exploded over the famous prince charming getting slapped by you

you slammed the door shut once you got home. your bag dropped to the floor as your body collapsed onto the bed. heat crept up your face as you grabbed your pillow and punched it repeatedly

“damn it… why do i blush over him?” you groaned, tugging at your hair

your breathing grew heavier as your fingers brushed the mark on your neck. you winced

seriously, you were grateful you weren’t an omega. how did they endure this kind of pain? the fact that you were only a victim because he had been drunk at the time made it worse. much, much worse

maybe you could’ve considered him if he hadn’t bitten you at the bar while celebrating the new freshmen

reality hit you again, and you groaned

“get over it and focus on your cgpa, idiot,” you muttered as you sat up and forced yourself to work through the pile of assignments

—

it had all been part of his plan

that drunk, goofy, big alpha act had been fake from the start. his alcohol tolerance was high, and the drinks at the bar had barely affected him

he had taken interest in you long before that night, back when you were grouped together for assignments. your straight face, your disinterest in socializing, the way you stuck with other betas instead of alphas or omegas — it was perfect to him

he hated the way omegas flocked around him, hated their overly sweet scents. not that he disliked it at first, but over time he grew bored

he wanted something new

something like you

your scent was faint, almost blank. clean detergent with a hint of citrus. he fell head over heels for that damned scent and honestly? he would do anything just to smell that scent again

but he knew better than to rush. he needed it to look like you were the one falling for him

his pride wouldn’t survive otherwise. an alpha being pursued by a beta? a reversed role in this society? the university forums would never let that go

so he planned carefully and eventually, he would have you completely swept away by him

until you were his

every day, you tried to remember

you wandered through the house restlessly, searching for fragments of memories that refused to surface. today was no different. the routine remained the same. quiet. empty

you liked lingering near the garden, drawn to the greenery beyond the glass. but the servants always stopped you. they said your husband only allowed it if he was with you

so instead, you paced the hallways, sometimes stopping by the large windows to watch the gardener carefully tend to the plants

your steps slowed as you looked up the wall

hand unconsciously lifted to touch the large framed photograph hanging on the wall

your wedding photo you were grinning widely, almost foolishly happy. his hands rested securely on your hips, and his eyes were fixed on you instead of the camera. making the pictures looks like it was taken from pinterest

you stared at it, trying to remember. anything at all. even fragments would have been enough

but nothing came. nothing ever did no memories of your wedding. no memories of falling in love. only dots of your childhood and high-school era floating around your mind

your husband always filled in the gaps for you

he told you that you met through a cliché love story. on valentine's day, you accidentally spilled coffee on his shirt while rushing to your shift. you insisted paying for the cleaning, and from there, everything else became history

as you continued staring at the frame, you heard chatter down the hall, probably the servants talking before their shifts ended

you ignored it, even though a small part of you wanted to join them. it would only end in awkward silence if you join them

you had noticed it many times before

the servants were afraid of you

their shoulders stiffened whenever you passed. their eyes darted away too quickly. as if staying near you made them uncomfortable

you often stood in front of the mirror, studying your reflection, trying to figure out what was wrong

you couldn't find anything

you looked normal. the same as in the countless photos of you and your husband

still, you tried. badly

you smiled at them whenever you could. you attempted small talk, even lingered in the staff pantry during their breaks, hoping to feel included for once

it never worked

they avoided eye contact. conversations died the moment you entered. sometimes they scattered completely. other times one of them would gently guide you back to your room, reminding you that the pantry wasn't a place for someone like you

and that your husband wouldn't like seeing you socializing with them

you hated it

you tried so hard just to talk, to feel normal. but all you ever received were polite, distant replies

it felt like a victory when someone spoke more than five words to you

to make things worse, you didn't have access to a phone. only the television. it never showed news or anything current, just the same cycle of shows and movies

and somehow, it never played your favourite genres. no thrillers, no mysteries

when you once asked your husband about it he simply changed the subject and became unusually clingy to close the matters, a signal for you to stop asking things he doesn't want to hear

after standing there for a while, you resumed walking, continuing your quest exploration even though you had done it countless times before

your steps stopped in front of his study

the one room he had strictly forbidden you from entering

and today, the door was slightly open maybe a servant had left it that way after cleaning

curiosity crept in and before you knew it, your feet had move towards the room

you stepped inside

the room was dim, the blinds drawn tightly. a large mahogany desk sat in the center. files were stacked neatly across its surface, alongside a few notebooks and a framed photo of you smiling warmly

your chest fluttered at the sight, unconsciously grinning foolishly as you sat in his chair idly and began opening the files mindlessly

business. finance. numbers

boring

then one file caught your attention it was deep burgundy, completely different from the rest

you opened it as your brows slowly furrowed

inside were newspaper clippings. dozens of them, carefully arranged. some were printed from online sources

your breath caught when you noticed the byline

written by: (name) (last name)

every single article was written by you. you flipped through them again, heart beginning to pound

your name was there. over and over

you didn't remember ever becoming a journalist

your husband had told you that you studied forensic science but never worked in the field

maybe it was someone else, yeah coincidence happened, right?

but something about it felt wrong, utterly wrong especially because your husband hated anything related to crime or mystery

so why was he collecting criminal case articles like it's some rare artifact from the louvre?

your fingers moved to a small leather notebook beside the files while your mind still racing, thinking about the articles

it was worn, and got a label on the cover

[February 23' - April 25']

it's edged softened with age. you opened it as your frown deepened

your hands immediately began to shake

every page was about you

2nd february 23'

i discovered that (name) works as a forensic journalist today. so focused, so precise. i can’t help but watch how it reminds me of the times at high school

4th february 23'

i observed (name)'s morning routine. (name) will stop at the café before work. orders the same coffee every day. still the same one from high school

9th february 23'

saw (name) writing by the window. natural light seems to help (name) focus. i'll make sure to prepare a reading corner with natural light in our home soon

14th february 23'

we ran into each other today and (name) accidentally spilled coffee on my shirt. (name) panicked, insisted on paying for cleaning. adorable. and what makes it even cuter is today is the valentine’s day

21st february 23'

i noticed the way (name) often forgets to eat when absorbed in work. headaches come quickly after that and (name) seems to rely on aspirin. seems like (name) doesn't change at all even after high school ended

18th march 23'

coworker behavior concerning. (name) laughed it off, but discomfort was obvious. i'll make sure that pest gets consequences

14th july 24'

(name) mentioned moving to another city today to the office manager. seemed solemn about it. can’t allow changes like that. best to pull some strings so that it will not happen

11th august 24'

(name) looks peaceful when asleep. hope the chain didn’t leave marks since i'm afraid (name) will act rashly after waking up

30th october 24'

(name) starts to become docile and talks more. eating frequently too

9th january 25'

(name) attempted to run away by biting the nurses and thrashing around. disappointed to see this happen. needs further constant attention after this incident

2nd march 25'

neurologist consulted. possibilities discussed.

7th march 25'

selective memory easier to be erased than the whole memories. gentle guidance required to make it successful

12th march 25'

progress slow but promising. emotional support remains crucial. will watch closely as neurologist suggests

15th march 25'

treatment planned carefully. neurologist said chances are high for success

20th march 25'

everything ready. time and care will make it complete. isolation will help memories settle safely. patience, control, care needed after treatment

22nd march 25'

treatment scheduled. recovery expected smooth. neurologist will monitor every moment

4th april 25'

(name) awakened. procedure successful. today went well. (name) calm, that is a good sign

6th april 25'

today is official day (name) is here. showed the house, everything in place. reading corner by the window seems to be interesting for (name)

your breath grew shallow as the entries blurred in your vision

memories surged forward all at once, sharp and overwhelming. you snapped the notebook shut, clutching your head

27 APRIL— is the last date in the contract you paid for renting a boyfriend and now, while you scroll the website, you frown since you can't find his profile

"what are you doing,babe?" as he sits and lean closer to peek on your phone.

"ah, nothing, tomorrow is the last day you are here, and, isn't there something like rate someone's profile when the rent is over, but i can't find your profile though, weird" as you swing your hand around

"oh, yeah i deactivated it"

"what? why?" you frown as you look at him in confusion

"well, aren't we a thing now?" as he tilts his head with his casual idiot grin as though it’s already decided by your university administration office

you blink, caught off guard. "since when?" you blurted out, the words coming out more confused than you expected.

you sit there for a moment, trying to make sense of his words. aren’t we a thing now? the question lingers in the air, heavy, and it feels like he’s already decided what you should feel.

your mind races, but he’s already wrapping his arm around you, pulling you in close. his voice softens, almost coaxing. “don’t worry, babe. i know we’ve been spending so much time together, and it feels like we’re a real couple, right?” he smiles like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “i just thought you’d want it this way. You don’t mind, do you?”

you hesitate, but his gaze is unwavering. It’s not just affection anymore; it’s like he’s waiting for you to accept it, for you to fall into the role he’s built for you. you don’t have to think about it, his tone seems to say. just accept it, and everything will be fine.

you try to push back, to remind yourself this was supposed to be temporary, but somehow, in the back of your mind, doubts start creeping in. maybe this isn’t so bad. maybe he’s right. maybe i do need him more than i thought.

you look at him, and the words slip from your lips before you even realize it. “i guess... yeah, i thought that, too.”

he beams, like he just won some goddamn lottery. “good. that’s what i thought.” as he snuggle into you and hum while playing with your hair mindlessly

and just like that, you somehow ended up with a real boyfriend instead of a temporary one. it wouldn't be much worse, right? right (your life is 1000% screwed up, real no fake)

“wrong. this is all wrong.” he crumpled the paper and tossed it back, deliberately letting it hit your face.

“can we—”

“what? take a break?” he interrupted sharply. “do you realize how far behind you are in the syllabus? if it weren’t for me, you’d have been expelled already. your scholarship would’ve been revoked, and obviously you don't want that to happen, right?”

he smirked.

you didn’t even have the energy to care anymore. too burned out to argue, too exhausted to fight back.

“please,” you said quietly. “i don’t think i can do this—”

your gaze drifted to the stack of papers on the desk: topical questions, past-year papers from every subject. more than half were crumpled—most ruined because your answers were either blatantly wrong or simply didn’t meet his impossible standards.

“no,” he said flatly. “no is no. the faster you get this topic right, the faster we can go home. which part don’t you understand?” he scoffed.

“honestly, you’d be helpless without me.”

tears slipped down your cheeks as your hands began to tremble.

the past months with him had been hell.

who was it that said he was a soft, needy boy?

your heart twisted painfully as his words echoed in your head—over and over again.

you’re dumb.

just because you’re top five doesn’t mean anything.

i’ve told you three times already. what kind of brain do you have? a goldfish? i bet a goldfish has more capacity than you.

you never understood him. one moment, he was sweet—gentle, reassuring. the next, he was throwing a fit, tearing you down piece by piece.

the cycle repeated endlessly.

every time you tried to pull away, to cut ties with him, he would simply shake his head.

“no one understands you like i do,” he would say. “am i not enough? i help you survive exams, and this is how you repay me?”

his voice would soften, dangerous in its calm tone.

“JUST SHOW me what you are, won’t you?” you murmur. “i’m tired of pretending.”

if anyone overheard you, they’d probably think you’d gone mad—though who wouldn’t, when held captive and forced to cope so demurely? the air suddenly grows heavy. a shiver runs down your spine. then, right before you, a black, timid-looking blob appears.

“so you’ve been assigned to watch over me, i assume?” you ask. the blob nods.

“hm. because i’m his beloved wife, yes?” you receive another nod from it. ideas begin forming in your head.

“then… would you mind helping me take a walk around the estate?” the blob freezes at your request.

“well,” you add quickly, “i am his beloved, and you’re something he trusts. it should be fine, right?”

the blob nods again.

“perfect. lunch is two hours away,” you say with a smile. “that’s more than enough time.”

the plan goes smoothly. the knights don’t notice that you’ve vanished from the chamber. you skip through the hall, the blob matching your pace easily. you can feel its eagerness—like a child who’s just been handed candy.

you freeze when you hear chatter ahead, fear prickling at your skin. afraid of getting caught red-handed, you peek toward the other end of the hall.

“hey, you, it’s your turn for meal service this time, right?” one servant asks her friend.

“ew, no! i don’t want to,” the other replies with a shiver. “the duke isn’t here today, right? what if his beloved crazy lady acts out of control? i can’t imagine it.”

before you can retreat, a familiar voice cuts in. “shush, will you? what if someone hears you?” she snaps with a sigh. “her grace is not crazy. how many times do i need to tell you both? let me send the meal away if you don't really want to"

something warm twists in your chest as you recognize aria’s voice. even though she can barely meet your eyes face to face, she still defends you when you’re not around.

you continue your small taste of freedom with the blob beside you. as you walk, you show it a few tricks you still remember—tiny sparks of magic in various colours, little sprinkles of flowers drifting toward it. for a moment, this feels like the real you again. whimsical magic at your fingertips, no restraint, no fear. it feels like heaven.

then, without warning, the blob wavers. it melts, trickles onto the floor, and vanishes completely—gone without explanation.

you stand frozen, staring at the spot where it disappeared. you crouch down and touch the ground, panic rising sharply in your chest.

elsewhere, your beloved husband fumes as he returns early from a dull council meeting, eager to surprise you and make up for the time he left you alone. when he discovers you’re gone, chaos erupts. servants and knights scatter, rushing to search for you.

the blob reappears before him, trembling as it senses its master’s fury.

he exhales sharply and asks, voice cold, “so… where is she? i put you here to watch over her, not to create this screwed-up mess.”

the blob cowers, stammering that it went on a walk with you.

your head snaps toward the sound. leaves rustle again, too deliberate to be the wind

there’s only one person who could track you down this easily

you spring up, ready to run before you’re caught red-handed, but a familiar voice stops you in place. before you can react, a calloused hand catches your wrist, spinning you around. both hands cup your face, fingers searching frantically for any scratches or injuries

“what were you thinking, (name)?” his voice is tight. “jumping out the window and making everyone worry, just to come here?”

you gulp, avoiding his sharp gaze. fighting back would lead nowhere, it always does

“the stars are beautiful tonight, brother,” you say softly while pointing to the sky. “it would be a waste to sit alone in my chamber, right?” as you try to make a point

his expression doesn’t soften

“no more going out alone,” he says. “ever again. even the garden.”

your jaw drops as you look up at him. “even the garden? that’s ridiculous!”

“just like your attitude tonight”

his grip tightens as he pulls you along, dragging you back toward the estate. you don’t resist. you know better than to make things worse.