A pair of darkened amber eyes stalked the rekindled couple from a distance, a low growl emitting from the beholder of those hate filled orbs. It disgusted her to see them together, infuriated her, drove her down a twisted, winding road of blind rage. The mere sight of the two males drowning in each others' sweet embrace only fed her urge to rip their limbs off. The vice like grip around her phone tightened the more she imagined the cellular device as the blonde male's head, it was a miracle it hadn't been crushed to pieces in her hands. Tears began to pool in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks as she blinked, but she ignored them completely. Her gaze was fixated on Seven, searching for any sign of feigned emotion, scrutinising him for some sort of false love.
She found nothing.
MC was horrified, completely mortified by the fruitless results of her attempts. Everything was meant to go HER way. SHE was the protagonist, SHE chose who's heart belonged to HER. SHE was meant to be with Seven. SHE chose to do as she pleased, she no longer sought after the boring relationship with Jaehee. SHE wanted the best, and SHE deserved only the best. The only one who she saw as worthy was the red-headed himself, Saeyoung Choi, better known as Seven. Yet he chose that pathetic, gullible, insufferable irritating little brat over her, the princess of the RFA, the perfect partner.
"This... This is... No. This isn't how it was meant to go..." She muttered quietly to herself as she stormed away briskly, still denying and deeming the truth she had seen with her own eyes as inconcievable, impossible even. She had gotten so lost in her own twisted thoughts that she hadn't even realised that before she knew it, she was back at the apartment.
Immediately she headed to the desk, slamming her hands down with such forced that the wood almost broke beneath her hands. Her nails raked the smooth surface, leaving a deep mark as her fingers retreated into a clenched fist. A blanket of silence fell over the room, the vexed screech of the heartbroken female piercing through it and tearing that blanket to tiny shreds soon after. She stamped her foot in rage, flinging her hands wildly at whatever was in a 5ft radius of her, completely destroying anything within her reach. She went onto a complete rampage, like she had been taken over by a bloodthirsty beast, scavenging the area for its desired prey. She had lost her mind, all sense of morals had been flung out of the window.
Eventually she fell to her knees amongst the piles of remains of whatever items had suffered from her wrath. She sat there motionless, lifeless eyes staring blankly, completely devoid of emotion. Her arms lay limply by her side, her head tilted at an awkward angle, long brown locks falling in front of her face.
Her gaze rolled over to a shard of broken glass next to her, her hand shakily walking over as he fingers wrapped around its razor sharp edges, warm blood trickling down her skin from her fresh wounds. She held it there in her lap, staring as the tighter she gripped it, the more her skirt became dyed that beautiful deep scarlet. She had been enraptured by the sight of the liquid that flowed delicately in streams that formed intricate patterns from her hands, completely unconcious to the fact that her hands had brought the shard up to her throat. Time seemed to have slowed down, wanting to watch what would become of the insane girl before it as the glass came in contact with her skin.
"No... I will not lose..." She mumbled to herself, letting go of the glass shard as the sound of it shattering rang through her ears, "No... This... This us my game. I choose what happens... I control what happens to them... Everything is meant to go my way!"
The sight was frightening and quite pitiful. The young woman had snapped, breaking into a fit of deranged giggles as insanity filtered into her mind, filling the dark hole left by the man who was meant to love her and not some cheap little wimp. It felt exhilarating accepting the challenge she had been faced with, even though she knew she'd win. She'd show them who their God was, she's show them who was really in control.
Her giggled soon died down, the mad grin still present on her face. She always got what she wanted, this situation was no different. She refused to accept the ending she had ended up with and intended on getting what she wanted. She took her phone in her hand again, the cover becoming stained with that gorgeous crimson she believed looked best on her dear friend Yoosung. She chuckled darkly at the thought, growing more and more excited as her mind was swallowed by the dark, deadly hole known as insanity. She hummed softly to herself, gazing upon a single button with joy and glee. It was a wonder how this one button, this simple, small button could change everything. It could give her everything she wanted, but also erase everything she had done. Yet in these circumstances she could care less, she wanted to start a new slate and she was willing to do anything from betrayal to murder in order to achieve her goals.
Selfish? No, she was simply ambitious.
They didn't stand a chance against her, they were puny, insignificant characters, coded to give her the pleasure of experiencing all aspects of romance she desired. She was the queen, she deserved only the best.
Nobody could stop her now.
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Authors Note:
MC is a yandere: confirmed.
But seriously MC you need to go to the mental asylum 'cus guuuurrrrlll you cray cray.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know there wasn' t any Yooseven in it but don't worry, there will be in the next chapter.
Yooseven angst that is :')
Anyways I'll see y'all in the next update.
Baaaaiiiiiii~
~Admin Miri
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FanficI don't know what to call this so bear with the current title. This was inspired by stuff I saw on the internet too. Also this is my first time writing a fanfic so please have mercy on me :')
