#yandere hoseok x reader

Pairing: Hoseok x fem!reader

Synopsis: It started out harmless, careless and cute - it made you smile. Small trinkets and endearing presents scattered around your room to the tune of 12 days. But as the song went on and December reached closer to its end, you realized none of it was as it once seemed and lets just say…you weren’t smiling any more.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: yandere-themes, manipulation, physical touching

Admin:@nomnomsik​​

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Your boyfriend sat cheerfully in the living room, humming to himself in a tune of a Christmas carol. He knew for the time that you had been speaking to him, almost nearing ten minutes straight, your tangent on everything Christmas was not ending soon. He knew that he should be paying more attention to you, rather, the words you were saying, but he couldn’t help the way his ears shut off and his eyes stayed glued to you.

Honestly speaking, Hoseok found it quite amusing. You were so focused in your own world, your eyes drifting upward as if you wracked your brain to think. He knew that the historical stories of ornaments was such a topic that he could fall asleep too, yet to see you so wrapped up on it made him once again realize just how cute you could be.

It wasn’t until he felt something wet brush against his neck that he jumped, looking over to see you peck his neck, moving up to his cheek. He chuckled as you poked his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, laughing as you retreated backward, folding your arms.

“Oh, nothing~” You say dryly. “I was just checking if you were listening, and from your reaction, I can tell that you dozed off into your thoughts.”

With your arms crossed against your chest, Hoseok slapped both of his hands together.

“Please forgive me~” He cutely asks, laughing when your lips break into a smile.

“Fine, guess I have no choice.” You tease, taking a seat next to him and snuggling into his arm.

In your hand was one of the gifts Hoseok had given to you this Christmas season. It seemed that he wanted to follow the advent tradition, giving you a present every day. The first couple of days were small presents, the custom made ornament in your hand signaling one of them.

You loved how thoughtful your boyfriend was, making little trinkets that he knew would make you smile and blossom the love you had for each other a bit more.

And so innocently you believed in this expectation until one particular wrapped present was handed over to you from Hoseok’s hands.

“Open it up.” He smiled, like a child awaiting the next new thing. “This one is definitely my favorite.”

The box was neatly wrapped in red with a cute bow on the top. You took a seat on the carpeting near the Christmas tree, wincing as your gut told you something was off with the smell that lingered in the air.

You brushed it off, playing it off until your fears were confirmed true as the lid to the box popped open. Your eyes widened as you stared in horror at the contents inside. You didn’t dare to move, your mouth glued shut.

When you had the courage to look over to Hoseok who had taken a seat next to you, the look on his face was scary nonetheless.

He was… grinning, almost like he had just won a trophy from a competition.

Yet, when your fingers slipped and the decapitated fingers and head of a person you knew bounced in its container, you screamed. Your legs moved first and while you swore you jumped as quickly as you could, Hoseok still caught onto your arm.

“Are you feeling alright?” Hoseok asks worriedly.

You flinch when he reaches his arms out, Hoseok suddenly pausing. When you look up at him with wide eyes, you regret your decision.

“Y-you…” You gulp, almost losing your footing.

Hoseok smiles, but it’s not one of his typical smiles. It doesn’t carry the innocence and sunlight quality they always did. Before, his smiles could warm up an entire room, they could reassure you, and bring comfort when you needed something.

But the smile he’s giving you, it sent chills down your spine. It isn’t until he opens his mouth that his entire expression changes.

He sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes.

“Ahhh, what a situation you put me into.” He says loudly, until his eyes look back at you as if staring deep into your soul. His eyebrows abruptly furrow as frustration builds into every wrinkle of skin.

“Well?!” He shouts, slamming his hand against the nearest wall.

“What do you want me to say?” His voice drops down several octaves from his initial yell, becoming more of a soft whisper as he cups your cheeks.

Despite the trembling of your legs and how much your brain continued to tell you to run, you stared back at him. His eyes were cloudy, a certain darkness hovering overtop them.

Even if it was December, the air between the two of you grew colder. Time seemed to freeze as the home that the two of you stayed in grew unnervingly quiet. You could feel the thumping of your heart ring in your ears as you felt the palm of your hands grow sweaty.

“H-how… But why…”

Hoseok brought his face closer to yours, placing both hands onto your shoulders as he gripped them tightly. As he loomed over you, his expression was different from the anger from before. Instead, it was scarily still, his eyes only wide.

“It’s honestly a shame that it had to come to this… That you had to realize.”

When you remained silent, Hoseok only brought his lips down on yours for a kiss.

“Are you upset that I’m not the person you imagined me to be?” He murmurs softly, close to your ear. “I honestly believed that you would understand me. After all, you love me.”

“So…” Your voice trembled as you felt your eyes water. “All of that…really did happen? You really did those things to other p-people?”

Hoseok comes incredibly close, leaning his forehead against yours. His warm breath fans over your face as he smiles.

“Of course I did. It shows how much I love you.” He answers as a matter of factly, without a pause to think about his answer.

You didn’t know you could feel any worse, your stomach churning as flashes of blood and decapitated body parts flickered in your memory. It made you even sicker when you imagined the way Hoseok, without an ounce of expression in his face, did what he had to do.

“I love you.” He whispers, caressing your skin. “I love you, I love you so much.” He repeats again in a mantra. It was almost as if the words he was saying could not express his complete adoration for you. How could a word of devotion feel so flat?

He knew that no matter how long it took, you’d understand. As he embraced your trembling figure, he imagined the day where you realized that his actions of harming the people who had hurt you were the deepest way of expressing his unending passion.

“Merry Christmas, dearest ___.”