Yandere Reactions and Oneshots

Watching You (Mark Nct)

Lately you couldn't quite shake off the feeling of being watched. You couldn't quiet put a finger on what exactly or who caused this, but you always felt as if someone was watching you even in the privacy of your home.
After a point you just brushed it off as you being paranoid and went on with your day trying to forget the feeling of being watched.

You were headed for work. Living in the suburbs you had to take a short 10 minute walk to work through a relatively empty neighborhood. It didn't really bother you because you had been through here a hundred times and it was almost as if it was your muscle memory that was taking you to work.
As music blasted through your earphones you let your mind run.

Even though you had been trying to forget or rather ignore the feeling of being watched it never quite left you.
You even once gathered the courage to tell your boyfriend Eunwoo about it but he brushed it off as it ,just being you feeling paranoid after watching one too many horror movies.

But the thing was that it just was the feeling of being watched that made you feel worry.
Lately weird things have been happening to you, things you couldn't quite explain.
It started of from your things going missing none of which were particularly expensive like your hair brushes, clothes, underwear, lipstick small things that weren't worth enough for you to attribute it to someone stealing it.

You wouldn't just find things missing but also find things that didn't belong to you. Most of the time they were hidden in places you would least expect it. The most disturbing thing that kept happening were continuous phone calls from an unknown number.
Each time you picked up you would be met with silence and occasionally loud breathing from the other end. Each time the call came from a different number so there was no point of blocking the numbers.

You were pulled out from your train of thought when you heard a crunch behind you as if someone had stepped on a dry twig. You didn't want to turn back until you heard footsteps they sounded heavy as if they came from a man with boots. You started to quicken your pace. The footsteps behind you began to get louder.

You took this route everyday and you rarely see another person on the way. You started to panic. You turned back as you started to sprint and you saw a familiar silhouette of a man you couldn't see his face but you had seen him before quite a few times and he was getting closer.
You used every bit of energy you had in your body to push through trying to widen the gap between him and you.

You continued to sprint until you could see your office you rushed in and closed the building door to turn around to alert your coworkers but he was not there anymore. It was as if he vanished into thin air.

The whole day you were on edge feeling jumpy.
The slightly provocation and you were on the edge of your seat.
After a long day of work you decided to ring your boyfriend up to pick you up because you didn't want to walk back home alone.
But he didn't pick up which was rare it was about time he also got off work.

Your coworker told you that he would hire a cab for you since it would be safer and it was already pretty late.

You took the cab and reached home and made sure to lock all the doors securely.
You took a shower and walked into your dim lit bedroom to be greeted by your sleeping boyfriend huddled up in your covers.
You couldn't help but feel a little relieved seeing him there.

Careful not to wake him up you gently slid under the covers snuggling up to him.
Slowly drifting into sleep letting your body relax under the gentle warmth of the covers.
Letting your body sink into the gentle embrace of your mattress.
You let sleep take over.

You were woken up from the vibrating of your phone on the night stand.

You lazily picked it up bringing it up to your ear letting out a groggy hello.
You were met with the voice of your boyfriend on the other side of the line telling you that he was held up at work and would come home late asking you not to stay up.

If the man on the phone was your boyfriend
Then who was the man in your bed.
Your whole body froze as you felt his hot breath on your neck.
As his hand snuck up your neck closing in on it constricting your airflow until your vision started to blur and everything went dark.

When your vision started to clear you found yourself in a dark room. You tried to move but your limbs were held down by chains holding you in place.
Through a small window on one of the walls you could partially see the room.
It was small, it has paint peeling off the walls. The floor and walls had reddish brown stains that you convinced yourself was probably paint even though you knew otherwise.
You tried to scream for help but you scream just echoed back to you.

The sun had started to set and the little bit of light that was entered into the room through the window started to disappear leaving you alone in the dark.
You had no clue how long you had been here.
It had been days that felt more like months to you without water or food.
The cold making your bones hurt.
You felt the life from your body slowly drain away.

Maybe this was your end, you wanted to live but you weren't sure how much more longer you could hold on.

You heard the door to the room creak open. Light slowly seeping which was blocked by the body of your captor. Never in your entire life did you ever think that you would be happy to see him.
He walked up to you and unchained you gently massaging your sore wrists.
Picking up your worn out form as you clung onto him no longer wanting to even spend a single minute in the dark room as he carried you out of it.