Yandere Reactions and Oneshots

Bodyguard (Bang Chan)

Fame  comes at a cost and for you that cost was your freedom.
You were constantly followed.
Even in the privacy of your own home you felt a pair of eyes on you always watching.

Your latest drama was a hit earning you many awards and many new fans. You were more popular than ever.

It was getting harder and harder to go about doing your daily tasks even grocery shopping was becoming a burden.

Seeing it get out of hand your company decided to appoint you a bodyguard after the latest incident when a crazed fan tried to attack you during your morning walk leaving you shaken in a hospital bed with no recollection of the incident only bits and pieces of the attack was clear to you.
Your mind was like a jigsaw puzzle but the problem was you only had a handful of pieces.

The attack left you paranoid you refused to go out of your house
Seeing your career suffer your company decided to hire a bodyguard.

It was his first day and work and all truth be told you were not looking forward to meeting him.
When you heard a knock on your door.
You cautiously peeked through your looking hole to be greeted by your manager and a man dressed in all black.
Gingerly opening the door your manager introduced you to your new bodyguard Bang Chan who insisted on you calling him Channie stating that he wanted you to feel comfortable around him.
You kept declining but eventually gave in as you two got closer to each other.
He accompanied you wherever you went always keeping a watchful eye to stop anything that might make you even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

You finally felt like you could breath again with Chan around you virtually had nothing to worry about in fact you were getting treated like a princess.

He would wake you up first thing in the morning with a cup of coffee just the way you like it.
Fill you in on all the tasks and appointments you had for the day.

He would help you get ready he even went as far as learning to do your hair because you always complained about how the hairstylist would pull at your hair giving you a headache.
He would spend his free time while you were busy with your schedules learning new hairstyles for you, watching cooking tutorials of your favourite foods as you had lost your appetite after the attack.
He slowly brought you out of your shell.

He would take you on small walks and get you ice cream as a little treat for being so brave.
He would push any paparazzi that got too close to you.
Even going as far as punching one in the face breaking his nose when they tried to take an upskirt picture of yours.

He was your guardian angel. You really couldn't ask for anything more.
Eventually your friendship would blossom into something more than just work.
You found solice in each other.

With filming for your new drama you were a bit on edge.
He showed up every single day providing you with comfort.

He would bring you hot meals throughout the day ensuring you never go hungry.

Constantly checking up on you.

Listening to you rant about your day while giving you a shoulder massage to ease the tension of the day.
You had to admit that it was indeed sweet of him to go the extra mile.
But you couldn't help shake of the feeling of being smothered with affection.
Each time his doting eyes met yours how his voice would get a pitch higher when he met you. How he would swoon watching you almost in a daze mesmerized by your aura.

You didn't have the heart to tell him to tone it down a bit fearing he would take it the wrong way and distance himself from you.
He was the one constant you had in your life at this point and he made you feel safe.

Your manager on the other hand wasn't quiet convinced he didn't like the way Chan was overprotective of you the way he prevented him from calling you at night or has one on one work meetings.

Everyone wanted a part of you when you belonged to his all of you just like how he devoted all of himself to you.

He couldn't help feel a pang of pain each time you greeted your fans.
Why did he have to share what was rightfully his.
You belonged to him.

He had to control himself from strangling the greesy male fans that showed up at your fan meetings who almost drool at the thought of merely shaking your hands.
He eyes them with contempt as their dirty hands linger on yours as you smile and greet them thanking them for their support.

You didn't have to do any of this he would take care of you give you anything you wanted.
That million dollar smile of yours only belonged to him.

He reached his final straw when you were going over your dialogues for the upcoming shoot when he realised you had a kissing scene.
His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.
As he drove you to your house. Something snapped in him.

He steeped on the gas alerting you causing you to ask seeing that you weren't taking your usual route back home.
He waved you off saying that traffic was a bitch and that he was taking a detour.

It took a while to realise what he had planned but it was too late as he pulled up to his house secluded in a neighborhood far away from any help as he dragged your struggling body across the gravel filled drive way paying no heade to your crises as the rocks scraped your bleeding and brused skin.

Tears filled your eyes as he dragged you like a rag doll shoving you down the strais of the basement onto a flimsy mattress.
He was done playing the nice guy.
It was time to take what was rightfully his.

Begging him to let you go was useless.
You had no clue how long you had been here locked up.
You wondered if people still looked for or were you forgotten like many before you.

Bangchan had staged a car crash causing everyone to believe that you had passed away.
In a matter of weeks everyone had forgotten who you were as a newer younger actress took your place.
Making you nothing more than a distant beautiful memory that once was.

All you had now to keep you company were the walls of his basement and the tournament he rained upon you each time he came down to find you doing with you as he pleases.