#parkjay

Trope content : non-idol jay / history nerd Jay / history nerd reader / university classmates → lovers / slow burn.

She asked for his notes. He gives them. Neither of them expects history to become the starts of something more.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐏𝐉𝐒

Warning – Graphic depictions of abuse, psychological manipulation, sexual coercion, stalking, confinement, trauma bonding, blood, gun violence, death, and dark themes.

Note – This is a psychological thriller/dark romance depicting an obsessive and abusive relationship. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Genre – Psychological Thriller, Dark Romance, Angst, Horror

Pairing – Psycho!Jay x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration – "Sweet Sacrifice" by Evanescence

Word Count – 3,400+ Words

Your heart pounded louder than the quiet patter of your bare feet on the hardwood floor.

The apartment was dark, empty—for once.

You clutched the duffel bag tightly to your chest, careful not to knock over the vase on the console or the stack of books he always left messily by the couch.

You had a window. Just one.

A twenty-minute walk to the bus terminal, two transfers, and then a new life.It was supposed to be simple.

But simplicity didn’t exist when it came to Jay.

Your fingers brushed the door handle.

Then everything went black.

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You woke up with the taste of iron in your mouth and the cold sting of silk ropes biting into your wrists.

The room swam as you blinked, disoriented.

Candlelight flickered from the kitchen. The rich scent of sandalwood filled the air.

And then—him.

Sitting on the edge of the table, blood staining his knuckles, shirt discarded, chest heaving like he’d run a marathon.

Jay.

He looked at you like he’d found God. And God was bleeding."You’re awake," he murmured. "Finally."

You tried to pull back, but your ankles were bound, too. Panic shot through you like ice."You hit me," you whispered, voice cracked and hoarse.

"You were leaving me."His voice was calm. Like a lullaby. Like a curse.

He stood and walked over, crouching beside you, brushing your cheek with blood-smeared fingers.

You flinched.

"Jay… please. I was scared. I just needed space."He laughed, soft and hollow.

"Space? From me?"You nodded, tears brimming.

Jay tilted his head. "But I gave you everything. My love. My time. My patience.

I let you breathe, baby. I let you live."

"You followed me to work. You read my messages. You put cameras in the apartment. That’s not love, Jay. That’s control."His smile dropped.

For a moment, his face twitched, jaw clenching as he stood to his full height, looming over you.

Then, like a switch, the grin returned."You forgot one thing, baby," he murmured, leaning close. "You belong to me."

---

Three Months Ago

You met Jay in a bookstore.He was charming, quiet. The type who read poetry and didn’t brag about it.

He offered to buy your coffee the second time you bumped into him, and from there it spiraled—quickly.

You remember the butterflies when he showed up outside your work with flowers.

The pride in his voice when he introduced you to his friends. How his hand never left your waist in public, like he was claiming you.

At first, it felt romantic. Like someone finally saw you.But then came the little things.

The time you wore a short skirt to brunch and he went quiet for the whole day, then whispered, "Do you want men to look at you like that?"

The night you stayed late for work and came home to find all your drawers emptied, your clothes tossed on the floor.

He said he was "cleaning." But the way he clutched your phone later that night told a different story.

He cried when you forgave him. Said he just loved you too much.

Another time, you wanted to go out with friends and he looked at you like you'd spat in his food.

"You'd rather be with them than me? After everything?"

And you stayed.

Because he loved you.Because you thought love was supposed to hurt, sometimes.

Until he told you, casually over dinner, that he’d "taken care of" your ex.

You laughed, thinking it was a joke.

You never saw that ex again.

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"I was going to surprise you tonight," Jay says now, pulling a small velvet box from his back pocket.

"Look."

He opens it.

A ring. Silver, vintage. Your favorite cut."I was going to propose. I even made dinner."You stare at him.

"You were going to propose after knocking me out and tying me up?"

"No," he replies, eyes softening. "I was going to do it before. But you tried to leave."

Tears spill over your cheeks. "Please, Jay. Let me go."He presses the ring into your palm.

"Say yes."

You shake your head.

His smile fades.

Again.

Then comes the rage.

He slams his fist into the wall beside you, the plaster cracking under his fury.

You scream, jerking away."You think you can just walk away from me?!" he roars.

"After everything I’ve done for you?!"

"You’re hurting me!" you sob.

Jay kneels again, panting, eyes wild.Then—tenderness. That horrible, terrifying tenderness.

He cups your face. Kisses your forehead."I’m sorry," he whispers. "I get scared. You make me crazy.

I just… I can’t lose you."You close your eyes, broken.

He presses the ring to your finger."You’re mine. Say it. Say you’re mine."

Silence.

Then,

"I’m yours."

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You’d come home late from work. Jay had been waiting. He was quiet, that kind of quiet that filled the room like smoke.

"I donated your clothes," he said.

You froze."What?"

"You didn’t need them anymore. None of them fit who you are now." He gestured to your closet, now filled only with things he’d bought,

lace, silk, expensive lingerie that barely covered you."I liked those clothes," you whispered.He smiled.

"You liked them when you thought you were ordinary."

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Jay rose, walking toward the laundry hamper near the bathroom door.

You barely registered what he was doing until he pulled a pair of your underwear—yesterday’s—from the top of the pile.

He held them delicately, reverently, like they were sacred.

Then he brought them to his face and inhaled.

Your stomach turned. “Jay—what are you doing—”He didn’t answer.

He reached into his boxers, eyes locked on you.

Your face twisted in horror. “Don’t.”He ignored you. In fact, he moaned.

"Look at me," he hissed.

"Look at how fucking gone I am for you."You tried to close your eyes.

"No," he snarled. "Watch."He came into the fabric, gasping your name like a prayer.

Then he crossed the room again, panting, shaking, haunted—and held the ruined fabric up.

"You’re going to wear them.""No—Jay, please—""You don’t get to say no anymore." He grabbed your chin, tilting your head until your eyes met his.

"Because you’re nothing without me. You understand?"You nodded, barely, trembling.

He slid the soiled fabric up your thighs, whispering filth into your ear the whole time.

"This is what love is. This is ours. Say it.""...I'm yours," you breathed, broken."Good girl."

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Your throat ached from screaming, from crying, from begging

.Jay's thumb still pressed against your palm where the ring had been shoved.

He looked at you like you'd said your vows, like you were already his bride.And maybe you were.

Not by choice. But by design."You don’t get it," he murmured, crawling over your trembling body like a wolf approaching wounded prey.

"You leaving me… it’s like asking me to die."You whimpered when his fingers reached your face, tilting your chin up.

You tried to turn away—he didn't let you."I gave you everything, and you wanted to run?"

"Jay, please—" "You said you're mine." His breath was warm, shaky. "Say it again."You shook your head, eyes brimming.

"I didn’t mean it. I was scared—"His mouth crashed into yours.

Rough. Desperate. Tasting of blood and hunger and grief. You whimpered, pulling back, but his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you still.

He kissed you like he was trying to crawl inside your skin. Like he’d shatter if he didn’t."You’re mine," he panted against your lips. "Say it, baby. You’re mine."

"No—"He pressed his body to yours, hand sliding between your thighs through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts.

The silk ropes still bound your ankles. There was nowhere to go.

And yet—Somewhere inside you, your body betrayed you.

Because fear and familiarity sometimes wore the same skin. Because part of you remembered the early days—how safe he’d once felt.

How soft.

He found that flicker and lit it on fire.

His hand was ruthless, practiced. His other held your face like glass."You’re not leaving me," he growled.

"Not after this. I know your body better than you do. You’ll see. You don’t want freedom, baby. You want me."Tears streamed down your cheeks

. He didn’t stop."You’re gonna come for me," he whispered, fingers relentless. "And when you do—you’re gonna say it. Say you’re mine."

You tried to resist.But your body cracked under pressure, your back arching despite your shame.He saw it. Smirked."Say it."

"N-no—"He pinched your throat just enough to make your next breath hitch."Say it."

"...I’m yours."

"That’s right," he crooned, coaxing your climax with terrifying tenderness. "Say it again.""I’m yours—!" you gasped as it hit, humiliation washing over your body along with your orgasm.

He kissed your tears.Then he pulled away. His hand—slick, triumphant—wiped across his chest."Never run away from me"

---

You wait until he sleeps.His arm is draped over your waist like a shackle. You can feel the rise and fall of his breath against your back.

Carefully, you work at the silk knots with trembling fingers. The ropes slip. Your hands are free.

You hold your breath. Untie your ankles. Slide from under his weight.The floor creaks.

He stirs.You freeze.But he doesn’t wake.

You run.

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One Week Later

They find you in a gas station bathroom.

Shaking. Hungry. Covered in bruises, both old and new. Your eyes are sunken, your lips cracked, your arms wrapped around your stomach like you're trying to hold yourself together.

You barely register the cashier's scream when she sees you stumble out, blood seeping through your shirt.

You don’t remember collapsing, or the ambulance sirens, or the officer pressing a bottle of water to your lips.

All you remember is his face.You give them his name.They don’t believe you at first.

Jay is respectable. Polished. Untouchable. An entrepreneur. A gentleman.

But when they break down his door, they find the shrine.

Photos. Hundreds. You sleeping. You showering. You crying. You eating.Locks of your hair.

The bloodied shirt from the night you tried to leave.

The ring box. Empty.

They find the cameras.

They find a journal. Page after page of “she’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine..."They move to arrest him.

You’re there when it happens. You insist.You want to see him caged.

Jay turns toward you as the red and blue lights flash through the window.

He looks calm. Serene."You promised you’d love me forever," he says.

Then he pulls the gun from behind his back.

Before the officers can react, he raises it.

And shoots you.Once—straight through the chest.

You drop. Cold. Numb. Time stops.

You feel the blood in your mouth, thick and metallic.

Then he turns the gun on himself.

"Forever," he whispers.And pulls the trigger.

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The room is silent, save for the frantic shouts of police.

Two bodies.

One twisted kind of love.And a forever that ends in blood.Your pulse flutters, faint.

You’re not dead. Not yet.

And as the lights dim, as hands press against your chest, as someone screams for backup and the blood pools beneath you—you remember the way he always smiled after hurting you.

And the last thing you think, before it all goes dark, is

He always said love meant bleeding.

Masterlist||Introduction

SYNOPSIS. weeks after the incident at his race, heeseung still hasn't made a move on you, so why not put him in a position where he has to make a move ?

pairing. racer!heeseung x f!reader wc. 00k tw. kissing , hee is down bad genre. fluff ( CATALOGUE )

you try to ignore him, really, you do. but heeseung makes it impossible. every time you think you've found a moment to yourself, there he is—leaning too close, his voice a low murmur in your ear, his presence like a gravity you can't escape.

like when you're fixing a few settings on the car, crouched by the rear wheels in the dimly lit garage. you hear him before you see him, the sound of his boots against the concrete, and then suddenly, he's next to you.

"you need help?" he asks, but the way he's leaning down, peering over your shoulder, it feels less like an offer and more like an intrusion. "i've got it," you reply, your voice steady despite the way your hands tremble slightly as you work.

but he doesn't back off. instead, he crouches beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours, the faint scent of his cologne sending your senses into overdrive.

"you sure? looks like you're struggling." his tone is teasing, but there's something in his voice—a low, husky note—that makes your stomach flip.

"i'm fine," you snap, your frustration masking the way your pulse races.

but then his hand covers yours, stopping your movements as he leans in even closer. "let me help," he says, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper.

you freeze, your breath hitching as his fingers curl over yours, guiding your hand as if you suddenly forgot how to do your job. the proximity is unbearable, his body so close you can feel the heat radiating from him, and you hate the way your heart races, the way your skin burns under his touch.

the tension only escalates when the team organizes a party to celebrate a recent win. the air is thick with music and laughter, the dim lighting casting a golden glow over the room. you tell yourself you'll stay in the corner, nursing your drink and avoiding heeseung, but of course, he finds you.

"you're awfully quiet tonight," he remarks, leaning against the bar beside you. "just tired, “ you say, avoiding his gaze.

but he doesn't let up. "you know, if you keep acting like this, people are gonna start thinking i did something to you," he teases, his tone light but his eyes sharp, searching yours for a reaction.

"you did," you mutter under your breath, though you're not sure he hears you.

and then you see her—some girl from the team, laughing at something heeseung says, her hand lingering a little too long on his arm. you know it's none of your business, but the sight of them together ignites something in you, a sharp pang of jealousy that you can't ignore.

fine, two can play that game.

you spot someone across the room—a guy you vaguely recognize, another driver from a different team. he's tall, good-looking, and more than willing to entertain you when you approach him with a coy smile.

"hey," you say, tilting your head just enough to let your hair fall over your shoulder, your smile sweet but calculated. "i don't think we've met."

the guy's response is immediate, his interest obvious as he leans closer, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as he talks. you don't hear a word he says—you're too focused on the weight of heeseung's gaze burning into you from across the room.

it works.

heeseung's jaw tightens, his grip on his drink white-knuckled as he watches you laugh at something the guy says, your hand brushing against his arm. the tension in the room shifts, the air between you and heeseung crackling like a live wire despite the distance.

before you know it, he's there, stepping between you and the other guy with a look that could cut glass.

"can i borrow her for a second?" heeseung doesn't wait for an answer, his hand closing around your wrist as he pulls you away from the crowd. "what the hell are you doing?" you snap, wrenching your arm free once you're out of earshot.

"me? what the hell are you doing?" he fires back, his voice low but filled with barely restrained anger.

"talking to someone," you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. "why do you care?"

heeseung steps closer, his gaze intense, his voice dropping even lower. "because i do," he says, the words sharp and raw, cutting through the space between you.

your breath catches, the air around you thick with tension as heeseung's eyes lock onto yours. for a moment, neither of you speaks, the weight of everything unspoken hanging heavy in the air. "you're unbelievable," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else you can't quite name.

"and you drive me insane," he mutters, his voice rough, his eyes dark as they flicker to your lips. the moment stretches, charged and electric, and then suddenly, it snaps.

heeseung steps back, running a hand through his hair as he exhales sharply. "forget it," he mutters, his voice tight. "do whatever you want."

but as he turns to leave, you grab his arm, your resolve crumbling under the weight of everything you've been trying to deny.

"wait," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

he pauses, his back to you, and for a moment, you think he won't turn around. but then he does, his eyes meeting yours, and the vulnerability there takes your breath away.

you don't even realize you're holding onto his arm until his gaze drops to where your hand grips his sleeve. heat rises to your cheeks, but you can't bring yourself to let go. not yet.

"i..." your voice falters as you try to form a coherent sentence, but the weight of his stare makes it impossible to think straight. heeseung tilts his head, his usual cocky smirk replaced with something softer, almost hesitant. "you what?"

"i just..." you exhale sharply, frustrated with yourself. why does he always have this effect on you? "i need to say something."

heeseung's brows raise slightly, but he doesn't interrupt. instead, he takes a step closer, his presence overwhelming as he waits for you to continue. the words are on the tip of your tongue, but they're stuck, tangled up with your pride and your fear. your grip on his sleeve tightens as you look down, avoiding his gaze.

"you've been driving me crazy," you finally blurt out, your voice barely above a whisper. "ever since... ever since that day. i can't stop thinking about you, and it's so frustrating because i don't even like you—"

"don't lie to me," heeseung interrupts, his voice low and steady.

your head snaps up, your eyes meeting his. there's no smugness in his expression now, no teasing grin. just raw intensity, like he's daring you to deny it. "i'm not lying," you argue, but your voice wavers, betraying you.

heeseung takes another step forward, closing the gap between you until you're practically backed against the wall. his hands come up to rest on either side of your head, trapping you in place as his eyes bore into yours.

"then why are you shaking?" he asks softly, his tone almost gentle.

your breath hitches, and you curse yourself for the way your body betrays you—your racing heart, your trembling hands, the heat flooding your cheeks. "because you're annoying," you manage to say, though it comes out weak and unconvincing.

heeseung's lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile breaking through. "annoying, huh?"

"yes," you snap, trying to regain some semblance of control. "you're arrogant, and reckless, and you always—"

your words die in your throat as he leans in, his face so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. "and yet," he murmurs, his voice barely audible, "you're still here."

your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest, the air between you crackling with tension. his gaze drops to your lips, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. "heeseung," you whisper, but you're not even sure what you're about to say.

his eyes flicker back to yours, searching for any sign of hesitation. when he finds none, he closes the remaining distance, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, most tentative kiss. it's over too quickly, barely more than a fleeting touch, but it's enough to leave you breathless, your mind spinning.

heeseung pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours. "say it," he murmurs, his voice so soft it almost breaks you. "say what?" you ask, your voice shaking.

"that you feel it too," he replies, his eyes searching yours.

and you do. you feel it in the way your heart races, in the way your entire body seems to lean into him, drawn to him like a magnet.

"i..." you hesitate, the words catching in your throat.

heeseung waits, his patience surprising as he watches you with an intensity that makes your knees weak. finally, you let out a shaky breath, your walls crumbling as you admit the truth. "i do."

a slow, almost disbelieving smile spreads across his face, and before you can say anything else, he's kissing you again. this time, there's nothing tentative about it—it's deep, consuming, and leaves no room for doubt.

you lose yourself in him, in the way his hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer, in the way his lips move against yours like they were made to fit together. when you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads still pressed together as you try to catch your breath.

"you're impossible," you murmur, but there's no heat behind your words, only a lingering sense of awe.

"and you're stubborn," he counters, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.

you roll your eyes, but you can't help the smile that breaks through. "we're a mess."

"maybe," he agrees, his grin widening. "but we're our mess."

and for the first time in what feels like forever, you don't feel the need to argue. instead, you lean into him, letting yourself fall into the chaos that is heeseung.

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Pairing : Jay!femreader . Fake lovers to lovers ♡

Warnings : sfw , use of swears , mention of bl[][]d. Tell me if

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Authors note : first ff ohmygawsh . I'm sorry for any typos or

mistakes ajaksjodojwoijrljiw <3 ty ! ♡

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"Did you hear about Jay's new girlfriend ?!" "Yeah I did! Her name is Lee Y/N right ?"

All the students were talking about you . Since you and Jay started 'dating' . But the truth is , you weren't really dating . It's a set up , just because Jay's parents didn't want him to be single anymore . You and Jay were more like enemies . Never got along ever since childhood. It was funny, to be honest. That everyone thought you two are dating . Wow.

"Oh my god ! It's Jay and his girlfriend !! Look !!" People exclaimed and pointed as You and Jay walked down the halls . Holding hands . Pretending to be in love...

"Don't fuck up." Jay whispered softly to you .

"I won't." You whispered back.

"Good" Jay smirked and gave you a small peck on your lips. Just to play out the act. Even though the kiss wasn't a real love one , you couldn't help but blush slightly. A soft pink hue casting your cheeks. Jay raised an eyebrow at the blush.

"Your blushing already , we aren't even in love." He whispered again

"Shut up. That's just how I am.." You whispered back.

Jay smirked again and leaned closer again "You sure?"

"Shut up, your making me sick." You rolled your eyes .

"Okay , okay" Jay chuckled and walked away , leaving you at your locker . You still couldn't help but feel butterflies from the small peck.

God that boy is so..ugh!

In lunch break , you were sitting alone in the library , reading your favorite manga . 'The wallflower' . As you were reading, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. You turned around and saw Sim Jake . Your best friend from 5th grade. You quickly jumped up and hugged him. It's been so long...

"Jake?! Oh my god it's been so long !!!" You smiled

"I know. I missed you.!!" He laughed softly and hugged you back

"How have you been???" You asked him with a smile .

"I've been good , how's your life going, is jay still treating you like shit ?" He asked as he sat down

"Oh , my life has been...okay . And uh not really ? I don't know." You shrugged but a soft pink hue returned back onto your cheeks as you thought about Jay

"You sure? You seem in love" He smirked as he saw your blush

"HUH? What do you mean?!!?" You gasped and slapped his shoulder

"CHILL!! I was joking." He laughed . Suddenly someone cleared their throat behind you . You turned around and noticed Jay glaring at Jake . As if he was gonna end up beating the fucking shit out of Jake until he bleeds.

"Oh hey man !" Jake smiles and goes in for a handshake to Jay

Without reply , Jay grabbed your wrist and drags you out of the library . You tried to escape but damn it...Jay was so fucking strong...

"What were you doing with Jake?" Jay asked , his eyes never leaving yours.

"Nothing , just talking." You replied, not affected by his gaze .

"Don't lie Y/N." He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. What the fuck was he doing ?!

"I'm not lying ?" You asked , trying to pull away.

"You like jake , don't you ?" He suddenly asked . Taking you by surprise.

"Why would you care ? It's my life." You replied

"Well your my girlfriend. " Jay argued.

"Since when? We're just fake dating!! Nothing else." You argued back too.

"Well I think it's fucking time we start real dating !!" He suddenly leaned in and kissed you , this one felt real though .

You stumbled back but only to be pulled even closer by your waist. Jay deepened the kiss to the part you both were breathless.

"I fucking love you . Lee Y/N" Jay whispered against your lips.

"You..what?" You pulled away in shock.

"I love you. I always have." Jay looked away . Was he serious ? Or was he just playing with your feelings?

"Then why-" You were about to speak but Jay interrupted you. "I know. I know I'm not a perfect person but I would change for you , I have done bad things in the past and I know I have hurt you but I'm sorry , I know I should have told you before but I just couldn't, I thought you hated me." Jay explained

"Well your stupid if you thought I hate you." You smiled and kissed him .

Jay felt shocked before quickly recovering and kissing you back .

2:22am

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warnings: hard dom!jay, idol!jay (implied), unprotected sex (y/n is on birth clcontrol), fem!reader, squirting, just jay being mean tbh.

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i woke up to the sound of shuffling, lifting my head to see Jay putting down his bags after entering my room.

MASTERLIST

Pairing: demon!jay x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Jay has been imaginary pinning Y/N throughout their years of college. So, what happens when the struggling college student Y/N accidentally summons him after goofing around with her best friend Bri, and he offers her a deal she has been wishing for her whole life, financial stability. Will she sign the paper of their supposed contract and make a deal with a demon? 

Genre: SMAU, college life, supernatural au, stranger to lovers/acquaintance to lovers, slowburn, fluff, comedy and crack (kinda).

Warnings: School, Classes, Studying, Test, Due-dates, dark humor, kys/kms jokes, offensive jokes, inappropriate jokes, cursing, characters can be unhinged, manipulation, slight stalkholm syndrome (??? kinda), non-consensual deal, jay and jake are delulu’s but are also sweethearts. 

Featuring/Mentions: 2Fem!oc’s, Enhypen, Beomgyu of txt, TXT, Skz, Seventeen, itzy, kep1er, ateez

yandere!jay x fem!reader

▬▬ masterlist : here. feedbacks, messages, or requests : here.  ▬▬ warnings: cursing/swearing, obsessive behavior, violence. please don’t continue reading if you feel uncomfortable! (cursing is only included in this part. not the other warnings stated, yet.)

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      ▬ first person point of view

Ever since I gave Jay a “yes”, Jay became mine and I became his. Things with Jay were going really smooth. Despite how he’s always occupied, he did seem to be sweet, funny, supportive- just the boyfriend material anyone could ask for. 

It was perfect. If I were to be honest, well, a little too perfect, actually.. But, as time went by, I slowly forgot about my suspicions. He was treating me right, after all. It may seem ‘too perfect’ but still, why would I complain. Again, as I slowly forgot about my suspicions, the walls I’ve built between us slowly came down too. It must be normal for a significant other to act like that, after all. 

Every moment with him made me feel the happiest. Romantic dates, walks, picnics, and even vacations! Spontaneous moments in the middle of the night and his charm putting me under their mesmerizing spell. Plus, not to mention all the gifts he’d often shower me with. The finest jewelry, gold, diamonds, and many more.  He had me wrapped around his finger before I even realized it. I kept falling deeper and deeper in love with him. I never once thought of hopping to break free of his grasp. Though I thought everything was perfect and fine, yet, things did slowly start to change.

At first, I did think that it would be crazy of me to even think like that. He’s my boyfriend after all, we’ve been together for months, and I was the one who chose to give him a “yes”. It’s bullshit. What kind of person would even dare to think of their significant other who treats them like they’re a rare gem in that way? That was the last thing I wanted to do. Think of him like he has a mask covering what he truly desires.  I’d always tell myself “It’s all fine. Everything’s alright.”  well, it’s true, isn’t it? wrong.

Although looking back, a few things that had happened seemed to have caught my attention. For one thing, he always knew exactly where I was, despite not even telling him. He would even hold me even tighter just when another man is nearby.