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Yandere: Yuta + 127 {Request}

▹request acc: malewifeyuta
▹prompt: 127 as removal/worship type yanderes over yuta
▹word count: 1983
▹warnings: implied death

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"What can I do for you?" Jungwoo appears in front of Yuta, who's working on a new painting at the kitchen table.

"Sorry?" Yuta is confused by the sudden question. Jungwoo takes a seat opposite.

"What can I do for you, hyung?" He asks again. There's a certain hunger, desire, even desperation, bubbling in his eyes, and Yuta shuffles on the chair, dropping his brush into the pot of water. "I want to help you. I'll do anything for you. Just tell me, and I'll do it."

"I will, too. All of us will. We promise." Mark approaches the table, head bouncing up and down like one of those nodding dog toys, and Yuta narrows his eyes.

He doesn't mind the members spending time with him or fussing over him. Of course he doesn't. It's his favourite thing in the world. But he must admit that their constant affection has become overbearing in the recent months. As soon as he walks through the door, the members disperse from their conversations to pounce on him, questions and praises and love declarations falling from their lips in a dizzying wall of noise. Yuta has to wade through the chaos to reach his own room. And he if shuts them out, there's always someone knocking and whispering through the door. They just won't let go.

"Thanks, guys." Yuta says, full of suspicion. Do they want something from him? What's going on?

He supposes he should enjoy their affection and make the most of it instead of complaining.

Taeil appears next, and he makes a beeline straight for Yuta and drapes his arms around his neck in a bear hug that doesn't quite work because the chair is in the way.

"That's a little tight." Yuta tugs at Taeil's arms to get them to budge. A moment later they're flying back to Taeil's sides, and the eldest's eyes blow wide.

"I'm so sorry! I'll do anything to fix it. How can I fix my mistake?" Taeil sits beside Yuta and stares at him, gaze hard but edged with a sadness that forces guilt up Yuta's throat for pushing him away.

"You did nothing wrong, hyung." Yuta tries to keep his cool but, with their eyes on him when all he wants to do is finish painting his butterflies, it's easier said than done. Irritation curls around his tongue and threatens to lash out at any second. "Please can I just have some alone time?"

"Are you feeling okay? What's the matter, hyung?" Jungwoo leans forward to inspect the Japanese's face. And that's when Yuta snaps. He slaps the younger's hand away, although not forcefully, and his chair screeches across the tiles when he stands up to storm off to his room with his paints and paper. His desk is large enough to finish it there.

The others follow, hot on his tail. Taeyong's voice joins the mix. They all beg for him to give them some clues to what is making him so upset. If only they could see themselves, Yuta scoffs when the lock slides into place on his bedroom door.

"Do you not love us back? Are we not worthy of your love? What can we do for you to love us? Please tell us!" Yuta's eyes drop to the crack under the door where there's a clear shadow of their feet. They don't back down, even when Yuta remains silent.

He shoves his headphones over his ears and turns his music up to drown them out. There's still a rock of guilt blocking his throat, but he swallows it down to focus on his art. He wants to know if it's some kind of prank they're pulling on him. Is this one of Haechan's silly games? Is it an extension of fanservice? Are there hidden cameras? Yuta flicks his eyes around the ceiling and across his shelves. He doesn't find anything.