Creep Best Friend Yan + Creep Reader [ ft Potential Yan Ex-Best Friend]
"Y/n... I took more pictures of youuuu- You must adore the attention. I was outside your room all night! What would you have done if you caught me?"
Metal caught between your teeth - an offshore gaze reflects your lack of care nor concern over being center frame of the alleged photoshoot held outside your bedroom window. Chains constrict at the scruff of your neck as the charm of your necklace fall unceremoniously from your mouth; lips parting in response.
"Bash you over the head with my lamp before dragging you to my basement to try out those new steak knives you bought me for my birthday last month."
Your words are blunt - a stark contrast to the pointed edge of the blades tucked away in your kitchen drawer. There is not a smidge of humor, no error in the honesty behind your far from subtle threat.
Serious as the grave - the creases of his mouth stretch as if you've touched his very soul with gentlest, most heartening reply one could muster towards his most perverted confessions. Arms fly out and swoop down on their prey before you have the opportunity to even conjure an escape - crushing the fragile bones of your ribs in their smothering hold.
"You're so cute!! Too cute to exist!." Breathless follows his incessant babblings - cheek pressed so cozily against yours you can almost feel skin cells merging. "Would you crave your name into my flesh?? Initials or full name? I don't care either way - just having scars to remember you by and caress every night when I'm in bed would be enough."
".... Who said I was going to let you leave?"
The shrieks of glee that leave his lips would leave a dull ringing in your ears for the rest of the week.
"Those two are at it again, huh?-"
It's been like this for a long while now - ever since the new semester began. It's funny how close the two of you became in just a few short months. Lingering eyes state feelings alien to their bearer. Longing. Remorse. Jealousy.
He had expected some of those very same expressions reflected in your own eyes the day he severed the ties between you. A lifelong friendship cast aside for acceptance amongst those higher in the social climate.
Following that fateful encounter, not once did you look his way. Never did you pry for more answers behind his farewell. Had he been blessed with foresight of the outcome, perhaps he never would have said goodbye.
Maybe he wanted you to chase him. To want and need him. Just as much as he needed you throughout the founding years of your lives.
You were always his. Even when you weren't. A toy hidden away until he was ready to come crawling back to your familiar warmth and unnerving, yet resounding comfort. A plaything wound up in other hands, better hands. One more like-minded to your interests and fascinations. As twisted as they may be.
Surrounded by all his new friends, the person who left you to fend for yourself had never felt lonelier. More abandoned, as irony as the notion felt.
Starving for true affinity within a sea of shallow smiles.
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