[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 just rewatched the entirety of Avatar the Last Airbender in 3 days and it was GREAT. Also, I just noticed how much of a Tsundere the Reader is.)
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You weren't sure how long had passed, because you had lost track of time inside of his room. The only reason you could see the time of day was because of the window across the room.
Eventually, Yoosung let you out of the chair and just shackled your legs together. It wasn't pleasant, but now your arms were free and you were much more comfortable.
After he suggested that you seemed bored, and you responded with a shrug, Yoosung brought his TV into the room and set up Netflix for you.
You had tried to escape a few times, but after finally getting into the hallway, you realized he lived in an apartment building. Trying to run down a hallway and downstairs/an elevator and at the same time trying to escape Yoosung seemed a bit hard with your legs shackled together. You had tried, after all. The metal around your legs prevented you from getting far- although they weren't too tight.
Where did he get these things anyway?
They were like handcuffs.
Still, Yoosung made you popcorn before locking you in his room this morning. He was at school- which of course would be the perfect time to escape, except for the fact that he locked the door from the outside.
It was one of those hook locks, where you hook it shut. You tried to unlock it by squeezing something in between the door and pushing upward, but it didn't budge.
So here you were, eating popcorn and watching [movie] on Netflix.
It almost feels like a normal day for you.
Well, emphasis on almost.
After the movie finished, you found yourself laying on your back staring at the ceiling. There was no reason for it. Maybe you were depressed and thinking about what your life has become, or maybe you just liked the color of the ceiling.
Time must have passed pretty quickly, because you heard the door open and you jumped up excited.
Not for Yoosung, of course. You were excited to get out of this room.
The door opened and you were practically shaking with excitement as you saw his blonde hair.
You could finally get out of this room!
His face, however, didn't look to happy. He sort of looked exhausted.
"Hi, [Y/N]." He said unenthusiastically.
"Hey, Yoosung! How was your classes?" You asked him.
"Good, I suppose." He said and yawned.
He flopped onto his bed, not falling asleep, but just laying there.
"Are you...okay?" You asked, not like you cared anyway. It was the nice thing to ask. You sat back down on the floor.
"You know, [Y/N], you've been here for 3 or so weeks." He sat down on the floor, now eye level to you. "And ever since you got out of the chair, you've only tried to escape twice." He got a bit closer, his eyes wide. "Plus, you've been a lot nicer to me lately. So I was wondering something..." He was basically hovering over you now, your faces inches apart.
Deja vu.
"A-Are you...having lewd thoughts about me..?" He asked his voice low, his breath hitting your cheeks, and your face suddenly flushed.
"O-of course not!" You said rather loudly. "I-I don't even care about you! You kidnapped me."
"Then...why are you blushing...?" He asked.
You didn't answer him. You didn't know why you were blushing.
"Well, it's okay, [Y/N]. If you want to do lewd things with me, you can just ask..." He said suggestively, lust dripping from each word.
He used one of his hands and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, and slowly started to strip you off it. The fabric rubbed against your stomach, giving you chills.
"N-No..!" You said, pulling it back down in a rough manner. "Please...don't." You whispered, trying to catch your breath.
He looked a bit confused a first. "You're not ready yet?" He asked, every breath hitting your flushed face. Soon, he backed away and smiled. "That's fine. I can respect your personal space."
"I-I'll never be ready, you perv!" You hissed out, wiping your tears eyes. Your red face betrayed you, letting him know that somewhere deep down you did care- even if you wouldn't admit it.
"Haha." He laughed and half-walked out the door, his body still remaining half in. "I wouldn't be so sure of that..."
YOU ARE READING
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../" •~•~•...
