MAKE IT OUT ALIVE - dead by daylight x reader

Restless Memories - ex boyfriend! trickster / reader / jake park PT 1

yo i remade this chapter wtf 💀 content warning rlly bad stuff don't read if triggered idk
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"Did you really think you could get away?"

Fear. Something you'd always lived off of.
It was a theme of your life ever since you could remember, fearful of the passing of each and every day. It drove you, but it also stunted you. It was this balanced, toxic relationship you'd found yourself in even from your earliest memories.

From the uncertainty of your ability to pay your rent on time, or your classic, lifelong fear of the boogeyman that your family loves to bring up on the holidays. To your rapid heartbeat and shortness of breaths when you have to walk the dimly-lit route to your apartment's door in the complex after a late shift at your unforgiving, underpaying nine to five--fear was always on the back of your mind, waiting to consume your brain and mentally handicap you of a 'realistic' perception of reality. Or at the very least, what the general populous considered 'realistic'. You found that there was a reason to be scared. There was always something sinister lurking among every shadow and sharp corner.

There was something so warping to the psyche when it came to fear. After a certain period of time, you may even find yourself addicted to the confines of it--to the teeter-totter of comfort and terror.

Perhaps that's why you'd stuck around so long. Perhaps in a sick, roundabout way, you'd grown so comfortable in your fear that you allowed him to coat you in it.
And it was hopeless to even begin to attempt telling those in your life about it--about your dependent, toxic relationship with being scared, for the humdrum rationality of; "It's just in your head!" had echoed within your skull so much it may as well have imprinted along the sides.

Looking back, you realize that no matter how much you ran, no matter how hard you tried to fight it, that's why you and him were so perfect for each other. That's why he'd never leave. He was the very embodiment of the fear that you were hopelessly addicted to.

Ji-Woon was everything you weren't. Fearless, charismatic—bold. It was this such nature of his that choreographed your initial meeting in the first place.

"You look bored."

Snapped out of your melancholy daze with such words spoken to you in this real amused tone—so clearly was a coy grin smacked across the speaker's lips that you didn't even need to look up for confirmation. Your environment suddenly re-familiarized and you blinked rapidly in confusion. You were sitting in the back of the building, as far back as you possibly could. Sure, it left you more susceptible to danger due to the lack of prying eyes, but it kept you secure in the fact that you were alone.

The only reason you were there is because it was an awards ceremony, countless different music artists and noteworthy celebrities were being nominated for their 'hard work' in being fawned over and producing factory-made garbage. Despite your take on the setting, your best friend—who, as you recall this memory now, you cannot for the life of you remember the name of, begged you desperately to go with her.

A trip to Korea just for an awards ceremony seemed ridiculous, but she begged, and finally, when she flashed the second plane ticket you knew she was dead serious. Of course, you were suspicious of this overtly flashy display of wealth and dedication to your 'friendship', and it was reasonable when you asked her the real purpose to her last minute vacation. But she neglected those details and merely credited her K-POP obsession to the whole thing.