Kpop Yandere One Shots

Xiumin (EXO) : Always

A/N : Hello there! I'm back after a small eternity from writing with a very different type of book! For people who don't know me from my Got7 scenarios, I'm Amelie and I like to think I'm a writer. Welcome to a new kind of book with the markings of an augmented love as opposed to a pure one. I want to get it out of the way right now that I do NOT condone yandere behaviour. It is highly inappropriate and sickening, and if you recognize your relationship in any of these pages, please, please, please find help. Conversely, please do NOT be a yandere to someone else. Also, please do judge kindly - I have little to no experience writing this kind of material. Without further ado, lets begin!

Xiumin was calmly wiping the remnants of evidence from his fingernails, standing by your door. He took a brief second to readjust the coat he was wearing, smoothing out his office attire. Then, he took a deep breath, and pressed on the doorbell of your shared apartment unit. He had hardly had to wait five seconds for the door to swing open, revealing a smiling you to be on the other side.

"Minseok-ah!" your voice, sweet as ever, called his name. His own face couldn't help but break out into the biggest of grins as he whispered his own soft jagiya, audible only to your ears. Your significantly smaller hand found his in no time, intertwining your fingers in a wonderfully familiar grip. You kissed the back of his palm, pulling him in.

"How was your day?" you asked him immediately, genuinely looking forward to hear his answer. It would probably be something mundane and normal, though you didn't mind. Seldom was it that either of you had thrilling matters to report to each other, and so the small talk was always good enough. You let go of his hand to allow him to pull you into a tight hug.

"Mmmhm" he mumbled, arms holding you tight, face in the crook of your neck. You laughed a little at the ticklish sensation of vibration, though you didn't let go. It was hardly an answer, though you interpreted it to mean my day was fine, thank you, yours? You untangled yourself from him.

"I'll get dinner going, okay?" you asked him sweetly. "Get showered, changed into something comfortable til then, yeah?"

He kissed your cheek in response.

"You're the best" he mumbled, heading off to presumably follow your word. He'd already shrugged off his coat and was unbuttoning his crisp white shirt when he reached the bedroom. He promptly slipped it off, stopping dead in his tracks. 

It was small, but it was there.

On the very end of the collar, right in the neck area, was a small spray of blood. It had already oxidized, turning a deeper, darker red than it had been initially. Minseok ran his thumb over the stain, feeling the changed texture of the shirt. Oh, he thought to himself. Careless.

With one swift motion, he tossed the shirt into the garbage bin right next to the laundry hamper, covering it with arbitrary bits of paper he sourced from around the room. It was lucky for him that he always took out the trash instead of you, though, of course, there was a reason that he had been so quick to agree to this arrangement. It was just in case of events like these. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes, heading into the shower.

The warm water immediately provided him with the sanctuary he needed. The washroom door was most cautiously locked, keeping you away from the man who examined his body carefully. The bruises and cuts were plentiful. If he examined closely, he could tell the scrapes apart from fingernail assaults.

He thought back to the campus he had discreetly slipped onto earlier in the day. It was where he had met you, and so the place did hold a rather special place in his heart. He was careful to always have good memories associated to the place. Your first meeting. Your first date. Your first kiss. His first murder.