Yandere Reactions and Oneshots

Bodyguard (Mingi)

It all started the night you made the irresponsible decision of coming back home drunk from a party.
Your father's peaceful slumber was disturbed by the sound of you staggering and stumbling into your home.
It wasn't the first time you had pulled one of your immature stunts.
But he couldn't really blame you.
It was your age to explore and make bad decisions.

He just couldn't let that happen if it was preventable. You were his little girl after all.
He watched as a distance as your wobbly legs brought you to your room.
Once he was sure you were out.
He tucked you in laying a tender kiss on your forehead as he lovingly gazed at you.
You looked so much like your mother it made his heart warm.
That was exactly why he could never say no to you.
Anything you wanted he gave you.
He could barely even get himself to raise his voice at you.

Maybe he'd have to outsource the task to someone else.
You needed structure and discipline in your life and if he couldn't give that to you he had to find someone who could.

He had been contemplating the topic for a while now.
He needed a pair of eyes on you at all times.
His secretary had suggested the idea of hiring a bodyguard.
He would keep you safe from others as well as yourself.

Your father spent the next couple of weeks looking through resumes sent by security firms all trying to get his attention given that he was a wealthy man that would need the extra security and obviously he wouldn't hold back any expense when it came to you.

After weeks of searching for the perfect fit he settled on Song Mingi going by his professional name Ghost.
He was ex-military with a stellar record and high recommendations.
Given his expertise this job would just be quick and easy money for him.

He had already settled in his quarters when he was called into your father's office for a debriefing of his responsibilities which was to be your shadow.

You couldn't help but eves drop on the conversation.
Blood boiling you weren't a child and you surely didn't need this big oaf of a man constantly tailing you wherever you went.
It was frustrating trying to convince your father that you didn't need supervision it was like talking to a brick wall so you just decided to give up.

How bad could this man possibly be.

He wasn't the worst companion to have he took you to and from work.
Took you shopping
Took you to meet your friends complied to most of your requests as long as he deemed them reasonable.
Never speaking more than a couple of sentences at a time to you.
You tried to pry out personal information from him the best you could but at most all you out of him was an annoyed grunt.

The constant surveillance made you feel uneasy.
It was like you couldn't breathe freely in your own home.
The one place you are meant to feel at ease.

Tonight was one of those particular nights you woke up around midnight craving chocolate chip cookies a quick inspection of the pantry proved fruitless as you lacked the ingredients to make them.

The store was only a couple of blocks away a quick drive could easily fix your stubborn cravings.

As you were about to turn the door knob towards freedom you could feel a familiar presence engulfing you.
His muscular arms close the slightly ajar door.
Yanking you back inside.

"Where do you think you're going "

I want cookies.

"It's 1 am. Go back to your room."

Please. I'm craving them so bad.

"Well that's not really my problem. Go back to bed I'll take you in the morning. I don't want you pulling one of your stunts on me and trying to run away"

I wont. I'll be good I promise. You can cuff me to you if you want. It would be impossible to run off with Goliath attached onto my arm now wouldn't it.

"Very funny. I'd appreciate it if you kept your jokes to yourself. I'll take you if you promise to behave try to pull something and I'm locking you up for a week and before you start whining like a bitch and going to cry to daddy about how much of a big bully I am. He left for a business trip earlier in the evening so you'll be under my care for the next month or so.
So make it easier on the both of us and try not to be too much of a pain in the ass. I would hate to have you force my hand and with your daddy not here who knows what I would do to you."

Muttering under your breath would get you anywhere neither will trying to reason with him.
So you just shook your head and followed him into the car as he held open the door for you.

The trip to the store went smoothly as now you were putting in the balls of cookie dough into the oven laying down on the couch waiting for them to bake.

As he came in to check on you he found your form curled up on the couch.

He had to admit you did look cute like this when you weren't running your mouth to him.
He did understand your side as well it isn't exactly pleasant to have someone constantly hover over you and micro manage your every move but that was his job and he did gain some sick pleasure in having so much control over you.
He could dictate anything he wanted and you had to do it.
He managed to manipulate your father into letting him have full control over you feeding him lies about your behaviour and giving him empty threats of quitting.

This is where his obsession of control started,  it was never really innocent.
All his life he got orders when he was in the military no matter how humiliating they were he had to follow them.
As a soldier he had to do whatever his superiors asked of him. No questions or negotiation ever available to him.
It often hurt his ego and left him bitter.
For the first time in his life he had complete and absolute control over something.
He could ask anything of you and you would have to comply out of fear of him limiting your freedom and with your father out of the picture he would only indulge into it more.

He would control everything from where you went to what you wore to whom you met.
All under the guise of keeping you safe. Your father was a wealthy man he had his fair share of enemies.
In his eyes he was only protecting you doing what was best for you.
The pleasure he got out of turning you into his obedient pet was just a bonus.

He picked up your sleeping form with ease laying you down on your bed.
Before turning off the over leaving the freshly baked cookies to cool grabbing a few with him.
That he ate while watching your sleeping form through the cameras he has installed throughout the house.
It was like his own personal television show starring you, his favourite doll.

Just a quick drabble. Might do a part 2