Yandere Reactions and Oneshots

Muse (Seonghwa)

He was surrounded by people singing his praise.
That fell deaf onto his.
He couldn't care less. The money , the fame and the glamour it all lost its appeal to him.
What once filled him with joy now replaced by disdain.
His passion for art had fizzled out.
He felt hollow inside and his work was a mirror his painting to him had lost their charm.
People fawned over them nonetheless but that didn't matter to him...

He felt nothing anymore just a state of numbness.
The showcase had been a success he sold all his paintings and the gallery curator cut him a hefty check not that he needed it but it does help finance his lifestyle.

He laid down in bed staring at the ceiling wide awake once again like many nights before.
He had become an insomniac the bags under his eyes a deep shade of purplish blue.
His cheeks hollowed and his smooth skin pale almost porcelain like.
Giving his the appearance of a doll straight out of a Tim Burton movie.
The air around was cool.
Maybe a walk might help ease him a little.
Roaming the streets as the wind brushed through his hair he looked like a wandering ghost in search of peace.

Deciding on visiting his usual coffee spot
The bell to the door rang as he stepped in.
He saw your head peak out up the counter greeting him with a warm smile.
The warmth he craved so desperately.
His usual barista quit and you had become a welcome replacement.

He froze entranced by you it was like he was struck all at once.
Reborn as vitality began to corse through his veins.
You had given him a new life.
People would call it love at first sight but this was something much darker much more dangerous.

As he walked towards you he took in every single detail of your face as if to imprint a permanent picture of you in his mind you were beautiful no doubt but there was just something about you that drew him in something that sparked a deep seated obsession in him.

His eyes were firmly fixed on you studying your every movement.
You could feel his eyes on you.
It made you uncomfortable.
As you rushed to make his order trying to avoid his predatory gaze.
He just stood there for a while staring right at you.
The hair on the back of your neck is raised in alarm.

As he drunk in your every detail.
It was well past midnight and you were alone managing the cafe as only a handful of customers would show up at this time.

You tried your best to avoid eye contact his eyes were lifeless and cold. His pupils were dialated making his eyes appear like empty dark holes.
Surrounded by the purplish bruse-like patches under his eyes.
His skin appears translucent as the lights above danced on his cheek bones making the fine web of veins under his eyes visible.
His was almost corpse-like. His stillness made your skin crawl.

He gave you a smile,  his lips curling upwards as he turned away and left.
Leaving his drink on the counter.
He increased his pace as he neared his apartment.
His manic state only worsened.
It was like a thread had finally snapped in him turning him into an unhinged madman.

Painting after painting he creates reassembling you in different ways.
He was locked in his studio for weeks.
The only time he ever stopped was when his manager forced himself in to clear out his studio of the completed painting.
No surprise to him they sold in an instant once they were listed. He didn't see any sign of him stopping either.
Soon enough just the image in his mind wasn't enough for reference.
He sent his manager to stalk you taking pictures of you at work but they too soon weren't enough.

It was like he was a starved beast.
His appetite was insatiable and growing.
The pictures from work weren't enough from work he had people follow you around to your home to anywhere you went he had eyes on you.
Anything he wanted his people delivered to him as he kept their pockets filled with the cash off the paintings that sold like hot commodities on the market.
To call you his muse would be an understatement.

As one would predict pictures no longer satisfied his hunger anymore.
He needs to feel you He needs to be surrounded by you.
For now he settled for your personal items like your favourite pair of pajamas or the bottle of expensive face cream you only used on special occasions or the lipgloss you always carried around in the bottom of your purse.
But nothing could come close to the real thing now could it.

He was past all reason he had gone made in pursuit of creating his masterpiece and you were the last piece of the puzzle.
He had to have you in the flesh he couldn't wait any longer.
He couldn't just let anyone come get you.
No ..... No .... No you were far too precious to be touched just by anyone.

He had to take you himself he couldn't let anyone else touch you get their grimy hands on you.
It would taint your perfection.

So he waited patiently for the perfect opportunity he knew that it was selfish of him to steal you away but his obsession outweighed any shred of reason he had left in him.

He would consider letting you go but you just looked so beautiful tied to a chair the ropes cutting into your skin the more you struggled turning the tender skin under them a delicious shade of red which he tried to colour match as close as he could as he tried to capture your likeness onto his canvas.

That day your fate was sealed as he added the final touches to his portrait of you.
You were never going to make it out of his studio
His own personal life sized mannequin.
Your only job was to sit still and look pretty for him if not well he would add a few permanent marks to your skin to remind you of your place.