Yandere Reactions and Oneshots

Bodyguard 2 (Mingi)

Having cookies for breakfast probably wasn't ideal but they made your heart happy so cookies it was.
You did notice a few missing from the sheet.
You had an idea of who the cookie thief was but didn't bring it up. Chuckling at the idea of your big burly bodyguard having a sweet tooth.
With his daily dose of mouth numbingly bitter coffee that he made that filled the entire kitchen with the smell of slightly burnt coffee beans.

He never really seemed to be the kind to indulge you but he occasionally did.
Bringing you sweet treats during your work breaks or picking you up bridal style for when your feet hurt from walking in those painful yet pretty high heels he picked out for you.

As he injected himself into your life like slow poison creeping into your life.
When you did begin to notice it was too late he had already sunk his fangs so far into you it would be impossible to fight him off.

He had your routine down to the very last detail.
From when you woke up in the morning to when you went to sleep.
Making the excuse that he was just doing his job when following you around like a shadow.

When he couldn't shadow you he watched you through the many cameras he had placed around the house in plain view the others he had discreetly hidden in your bedroom his own personal reality show starring his favourite doll.

It was wrong but he was too selfish to care. His life was boring and bleak and you came in like a ray of sunshine.
It didn't take long before his obsession got out of hand you were his coping mechanism from the night terrors he regularly suffering from. The PTSD from his time in the military gave him insomnia those sleepless nights when the voices in his head got too loud watching you or being around you helped ground him it helped him clutch onto the little ounce of sanity he had left.

He could never let you know his real feelings for you what if you pushed him away what if you made your father hire a new bodyguard he couldn't let that be. For the first time in his life he has something precious something worth living for he can't let that get away from he won't let anyone steal you away from him. Not your loser friends not even the sleezebags that hit on you.

He had to isolate you make you feel like no one was there for you except him. It wouldn't take him too much time. He was used to playing mind games. He was trained in psychological warfare little you didn't stand a chance in the first place.

Your father was overworked and stressed to the hilt it didn't take him too much time to manipulate him to increasing your security and limiting your public interactions all it took was him to forge up some face evidence of a possible kidnapping for ransom. He hired some lowlife criminal to stage an abduction it was simple really.

You were on your way back home you insisted on walking back without him. His presence was overbearing and suffocating at times. You were grateful for his dedication to his work but having someone tail you 24 hours of the day made life suffocating.
It was like he was a ghost haunting you whenever you looked over your shoulder he was there. He was there right around every single corner. You could almost smell his cologne on you even though he never once touched you. It was like his scent had seeped into your bones and nested itself in you.
You just needed some fresh air you need some time away from the intoxication of him.

He hesitantly agreed to let you out of a short post dinner walk around the neighborhood. Reminding you to keep your location on at all times and to text him the moment you felt even something go slightly wrong.

The relief from finally getting some alone time was rather short lived.
As you were so caught up in the moment you didn't notice the van circling up to until the Masked men grabbed you of the curb to your house yanking you away from the safety of familiarity.
He had hired a few lowlife thugs to abduct you off the block he made them drive around in circles.
The dark tinted windows on the van made it impossible for you to figure out where exactly you were.
They bound you down stuffing a dirty rag into your mouth muffling your screams of terror.
He made them rough house you slapping you around until your lips bled. Tossing you between them like a rag doll. He made them tell you all the nasty things they would do to you and that there was nothing you could do to stop them.
Which they were happy to oblige they got to terrorize a pretty little thing like all the while getting payed for it what more could they ask for.