[Y/N]= Your Name
[H/C]= Hair Color
[F/C]= Favorite Color
[F/S]= Favorite Song
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~You stayed up late again, and now it was around three o' clock.
You hummed your [F/S] to yourself as you cleaned up the mess you had made yesterday.
You decided to play a game you made up: "Let's call one of the boys"
Just as you were deciding, Zen called you.
You sighed, knowing this conversation would be painful.
"Hey, babe! You answered right away? Have you and your cute looks fallen for me?"
"Z-Zen! Please don't get the wrong idea." You said.
"Oh, well I'm glad you answered."
"Of course you are." You said.
"That sounded sarcastic." He said, and you smiled, although he couldn't see it.
"It was very sarcastic." You replied.
"Ha ha." He said. "Anyway, how has your morning been?"
"Good."
"Have you called Yoosung recently?"
"...Yoosung? No, not since earlier...why?"
"Nevermind then, he was flipping out at me over text."
"Yoosung..?"
"Yeah, its kinda unlike him. He usually only gets mad at V. I didn't even do anything to Yoosung, either." He said. "Was he acting strange earlier?"
Was he acting strange earlier?
"You went silent for a few minutes after I mentioned Zen and Jaehee. Is something wrong?"
"Are you sure? Did Zen...say something to you?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it he was acting a little weird." You say.
"Hmm."
"What did he text you about?" You asked.
"...Oh....that's not important." He said. "I should go now, I'll call you later."
"Call you later, Zen." You said.
The call ended, and it left you sitting there.
Yoosung, what a strange person. Sometimes he's kind and innocent.
Sometimes he's...You tried to shake the thought out of your mind. After all, it's not like it mattered.
Nothing would happen because of the way he acted, would it?
You think he's cute though....and sweet, isn't he?
That's when your face heated up and you found yourself wondering...
Do I like him!?!
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My One and Only | Yandere! Yoosung X Reader
Fanfiction"[Y/N]...are you...scared of me..?" He asked, his face barely visible in the dimly lit room. His face..looked hurt? You bit back you're tears, and you're fears. You couldn't look away, and you couldn't just ignore him. "No..of c-course not../" •~•~•...