Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

80.) Liminal

(Y/n) lay still on the cold metal bed, her limbs sluggish and unresponsive. Her mind reeled, swimming through grotesque images and phantom sensations, rotting faces, and crawling insects beneath her skin. It was hard to distinguish between what was real and what wasn't. The single light bulb above flickered, casting weak yellow light, making the room seem both too small and endlessly vast.

She tried to breathe through the madness, but her thoughts swirled, crashing like waves against her skull. The bugs were back, crawling just under her skin, skittering inside her lungs. Her body trembled as she fought the urge to scream again.

Then-

Bam, the door exploded open, slamming against the wall. The sound was deafening, breaking the stillness of the room like a gunshot.

(Y/n)'s head snapped toward the noise, her heart thudding painfully in her chest. Her blurry eyes fixed on the figure standing in the doorway- a tall boy, with messy brown hair. She recognized him, but only barely. His name drifted just out of reach, hovering like a whisper at the edge of her mind. Who was he?

He stormed over to her without a word, his face dark with worry. His eyes darted over her, scanning every bruise, every bandage, every scar. His brows knitted tightly, his expression twisting with frustration- anger, maybe.

Before she could react, he reached down and tore the restraints off her wrists and ankle, ripping through the zip ties like paper.

The plastic cut into her skin as it snapped, and she flinched at the sudden aggression, shrinking away instinctively, but there was nowhere to go. Her body was too weak, too tired to resist. She slowly sat up, her head swimming from the motion, but before she could say anything, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a crushing embrace.

She stiffened at the contact, her breath hitching as her bruised ribs protested. His arms were tight, trembling slightly. She could feel every shudder that ran through him, like he'd been holding himself together with threadbare string, and now, finally, he'd unraveled.

And for some reason, she wrapped her arms around him, too. Not because she wanted to, but out of pity. His touch felt desperate, and she pitied how he clung to her like a lifeline.

"Hi,  honey!"

(Y/n)'s eyes snapped up at the sound of another voice, cheery and far too bright for the room's gloom. A boy with bright orange hair stood in the doorway, grinning ear to ear.

She stared at him over the brunette's shoulder, trying to place him. She knew him, too. His smile was familiar, his voice even more so, but... his name escaped her. Something with a K...?

He strode into the room, ignoring how the brunette refused to let her go. His hands were in his pockets, his movements easy and casual, but there was something unsettling about the way his eyes stayed fixed on her.

"It was torture not being able to see you," he said with a dramatic sigh, like he was telling her the saddest story in the world. His lower lip jutted out in a playful pout, though his eyes glinted with something darker. "You have no idea how many times I was tempted to just sneak in here!"

(Y/n) stared, mute, as he spread his arms with a bright grin. "But I was very patient. For you!"

The smile stretched wide across his face. Too wide.

She said nothing, too disoriented to respond. Her head swam, thoughts sluggish and tangled. The warmth from the brunette's embrace was starting to feel suffocating, but she still couldn't bring herself to push him away.

The brunette slowly peeled away from her, watching her with an intensity that made (Y/n) uneasy. His hand hovered in the air between them, an unspoken offer. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking from his hand to his eyes, searching for something - anything - that would give her some sort of clarity.