My One and Only | Yandere! Yoosung X Reader

•⎡Chapter Twenty-Two⎦•

[Y/N]= Your Name
[H/C]= Hair Color
[F/C]= Favorite Color
[F/S]= Favorite Song
[F/G]= Favorite Game
[F/D]= Favorite Drink
[C/Y]= Current Year
[F/A]= Favorite Anime
[F/SH]= Favorite Show
[F/M]= Favorite Movie
[F/F]= Favorite Food
[S/F/C]= Second Favorite Color
[L/N]= Last Name

(A/N: I got one nasty flu, so sorry about the time it took me to update this. Also this chapter might be a little crappy because I'm still sick and I can't write too well when I'm sick)
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The sun had set, and the room was dimly lit as he wiped the blood off his face. His nose was still bleeding, so he put a tissue in his nostril.

He turned, smiling with a lustful look on this face.

He had a cookie in his hand, and he bent down so that he was face-level with you.

You shook your head, still afraid and unable to form words over what you had just experienced.

He smiled, "Eating things is healthy if you eat at least three times a day, even if it's cookies. Getting anything in your stomach should be what's important."

Still, you shook your head.

He stopped for a minute, and dropped the cookie. He noticed your shaking form and frowned.

"[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../O-Obviously!"
You didn't mean to stutter, it just happened. You were terrified.

He looked down, as if thinking what to do. He removed the bloody tissue from his nose, as it had already stopped bleeding.

"Sorry about this~!" He said, and you were confused.

Sorry about what?

You understood what he meant as soon as the two of your lips touched. His soft lips hit your own and you didn't know why, but it felt natural. You were afraid of him, but his kiss calmed your nerves. Was it because you had liked him before?

Nothing made sense anymore.

When you separated, he was blushing wildly, his face almost a tomato shade.

"Wha-what?!" You asked, dumbfounded.

"S-Sorry, [Y/N]...but look! You stopped shaking!" He smiled, and you realized he was right. You had stopped shaking completely.

Was that why he kissed you? To calm your nerves?

"Did you-?!"

He interrupted you by opening the door.
"I-I'll leave you a-alone for tonight..." You could still see him blushing, and then he left.

What?

Huh?

What just happened?

You couldn't figure it out, he was unpredictable and you never knew what he was thinking.

Wait, what about the cookie?! All that talk about eating things three times a day? Well at least he wasn't feeding it to you.

Soon, you got a bit mad.

What a jerk! To just kiss you and then leave without saying anything other than "sorry" and a goodbye. He could've at least explained himself rather than leaving it to your thoughts.

Who says you wanted a kiss anyway?

To play with your emotions like that...this situation truly deserved three angry emoji's directed his way!

But either way, it happened.

What was done was done.

And now you had to choice but to stare at the cookie tray he left in front of you.

Maybe if you bent forward far enough you could pick one up, like with your mouth.

Don't misunderstand, you're really hungry. (You just didn't want Yoosung to feed you. In retrospect you should've taken the cookies before punching him in the face.)

So you bent forward as far as possible, your face inches away from the cookie.

"Just a little more..." you muttered and lurched yourself over.

You honestly didn't think that the whole chair would tip over.

"Too much!" You yelled as you crashed against the pan.

You were now on the floor, the whole weight of the chair leaning up against you. But hey, you could eat atleast two cookies the way you were sitting.

And those cookies were worth it.

Though you were shocked Yoosung didn't come to see what had happened after hearing the crash, but you were also relieved.

If he saw you fell over so that you could reach the cookies you denied only minutes earlier, how embarrassing would that be?

Maybe he really was leaving you alone for the night.

So you were stuck on the floor, and don't forget about that chair on top of you. Soon, however, you drifted off to sleep with nothing to do other than just lay there.

You were especially puzzled when you woke up, and the chair was back up in its original position. The cookie tray was gone from the room, and you had a blanket draped over you.

Now that you were aware of the warmth of the blanket, you drifted back to sleep.