IDOL (Yandere Male x Male Reader)

ACT 1 : Offer

TW: Suicide

Note: (S/n) - Stage Name

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The roar of the crowd was deafening, the air thick with excitement. Thousands of fans waved their glowy sticks, their synchronized chants creating a mesmerizing symphony. Some were screaming their lungs out, while some were crying hysterically of how good-looking he was, of how sexy his voice was.

Spotlights illuminated the figure at the center of the stage—(M/n), a radiant star among the constellations of the entertainment world. His movements were precise, every step a calculated dance that exuded charm. His voice, both smooth and electrifying, echoed through the vast arena, mesmerizing everyone who heard it.

Cameras zoomed in on his dazzling smile, the very image of perfection. The audience screamed louder, entranced by his charisma. He stretched his hand toward the sea of fans, catching their energy as though it belonged to him alone. Confetti rained down, sparkling in the light, wrapping him in a shimmering dream that felt eternal. The crowd chanted his name like a hymn, immortalizing him in that moment.

Then, as if a cruel hand had hit the fast-forward button, the scene shattered, and the glamour dissolved.

The sound of singing idol group on the television only adds more pain to his aching heart- for remembering his past glorious self.

The unforgiving buzz of the fluorescent lights in a dingy convenience store flickered erratically. It was midnight, and the streets outside were eerily silent. Once, the night had been alive with flashing cameras, screaming fans, and the thrum of adrenaline that coursed through him on stage. Was now leaving him to wither in the dim, cold of obscurity. 

There, behind a cluttered counter, stood the same man—(M/n). But he was unrecognizable. His once sharp jawline was buried beneath layers of weight gain, and his eyes, once alight with stardust, were now sunken and clouded. His oversized uniform strained at the buttons, and his hair, once immaculately styled, lay in greasy clumps. His shoulders slumped under the weight of an invisible burden, as if gravity had taken a personal grudge against him. In another word he is now fat, ugly and hideous.

He scanned items with mechanical indifference, the beeps of the register punctuating the silence like the ticking of a clock. Customers barely noticed him, their gazes sliding past as if he were a mere shadow. It wasn’t his choice to be here, reduced to this shabby existence. Once a shining star, now a ghost of his former self.

The reason for his downfall? A scandal. One that spread like wildfire—faster than he could even grasp what was happening. His name had been dragged through the mud with allegations that he cheated and forced adultery on a famous actress, who was once his girlfriend. Lies, all of it—fabricated, vicious rumours. But truth didn’t matter in the world of tabloids. The scandal went viral overnight. Before he could release a statement, the public had already passed its judgement.

He didn't know where this scandal had started. Of its origins, of where and who had started it. Before he knows the root of it, with a snap of a finger his life was irrevocably altered.

Endorsement deals vanished. Companies pulled contracts without a second glance. Television appearances were cancelled. His phone, once buzzing with messages from directors and producers, became a landmine- silent from any incoming calls of deals and opportunities. All left were calls from crazy haters and hospital calls. His agency quietly severed ties with him, fearful of the backlash.