IDOL (Yandere Male x Male Reader)

ACT 3: Where

TW: Unhealthy body image/ eating disorder

Status: Unedited 

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A young man, no older than eighteen, stood outside the shabby convenience store, his sharp eyes scanning the street as if searching for someone. He tugged his hood further over his head, trying to hide the soft pink strands of hair that peeked out despite the black beanie pulled low over his brow.

With a sigh, he stepped inside, the faint jingle of the doorbell barely audible above the hum of an old ceiling fan. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a flickering glow over the narrow aisles lined with cheap snacks and dusty magazines. He moved with familiarity, his hands finding a can of his favourite soda and a box of strawberry Pocky before heading to the register. Paying for the items he got, he peeked at the cashier.

But the face behind the counter wasn't the one he'd hoped to see.

The boy adjusted his face mask, zipping up his oversized black hoodie as he stepped closer. "Excuse me," he asked, voice muffled through the mask. "Do you know where the staff from before is?"

The woman behind the register didn't even glance up, more interested in filing her long, neon-pink nails. She blew a bubble with her gum and popped it lazily before answering. "The fat guy?" she drawled.

'Fat?'. His brow twitched in irritation. "He's not fat," he snapped. "He's just got a little chub."

"Yeah yeah, whatever," she muttered, utterly unbothered. "He's not here. You wanna ask the manager or something?" Rolling her eyes on the young man.

Before he could respond, she tilted her head and called out with a syrupy voice. "Jack, baby, come here!"

An older man, around the age of fifty emerged from the backroom—a greasy, balding man with stained sleeves and an ugly sneer. Without hesitation, he leaned in to kiss the woman, their lips smacking loudly in a short but nauseating display of affection.

His hands roamed around the bare skin of her revealed cleavage. As she moans loudly at the display of sexual attention towards her breast and lips. She yelped as the man smacked the bump of her behind. Laughing at her far older lover.

The boy watched them with thinly veiled disgust, fists clenching at his sides. When they finally pulled apart, he shot the man with a cold glare.

"So," tapping his legs slightly, the boy growled with his now thinning patient, "where's (M/n)?"

Jack snorted, scratching his stubbled jaw. "Oh, him? I fired his ass."

The young man's heart dropped. "What?! I told you to keep him here!"

Jack gave a cruel laugh, folding his arms. "Yeah, well, someone else made me a better offer. Five million bucks just to kick the guy out."

"Five million?" The boy's blood boiled, his jaw clenching hard enough to hurt. "Who paid you?"

Jack grinned, shameless and smug. "Sorry, kid. No can do. The guy made me promise to keep my mouth shut, too."

The boy's temper snapped. Without thinking, his fist connected with Jack's jaw in a single, savage punch, sending the man stumbling back into the shelves. Jack cursed, clutching his face, but the boy didn't wait around for more.

He stormed out of the store, his steps heavy with frustration. Once outside, he kicked over a trash can, sending it clattering into the alley. The cold night air did little to calm his rising fury.