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Context: He's there, every night, and there's nothing you can do, besides love him. And you will love him. Hell, maybe you already do? No, you... you already do, don't you...?

Setting: The Listener's apartment

Tags:[M4A][Unhinged Yandere Stalker/Bully Speaker][Nervous Willing Listener][VERY Spicy][Cuddles][L-Bombs][Angst][Reverse Comfort][Comfort][Possessive][Touch-Starved][Confession][Flirting][BFE][Obsessive][Dominant][Honest][CW: Mentions of Murder/Unhinged Behavior]

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[Scene opens at home]

[SFX: The Listener cleaning up a bit]

[You can’t believe it… Yourself. How you keep checking the time to see when he’ll get home]

[SFX: The door opening and closing]

[Just like clockwork…]

[Pause!]

“Hey, Sweetie… sorry I’m a little late. I had a bit of an oopsie daisy at work…”

[… Pause???]

[You hurry to him and find him limping shakily with a cane]

[SFX: The cane tapping on the ground as he limps closer]

“Oof… haha… I bet I look silly with this cane, huh? They didn’t have any in black, unfortunately.”

[Pause???]

[He sighs as you fuss over him]

“I’m fine… I just forgot to eat, got a little shaky on site, fell, and twisted my ankle. Honestly, I’m OK, I’m just glad to be home. C’mon, Daddy needs his afternoon kisses…”

[You kiss him but you’re still fussing]

[Pause…]

[SFX: More cane tapping]

“It’s so cute when you worry about me… That fussing, that worried expression, those sad eyes… Honestly, I’m fine. Low blood sugar isn’t going to kill me today! Quite frankly, I expect my Dad to take a shot at me fairly soon… He did pretend to raise me, after all, so I know the bloodthirstiness and guile isn’t just me… Don’t worry, though. His pride is far too wounded to hit me with his best work.”

[Pause…]

[His expression changes]

“…Are you worried about me? Awww! Baby, that’s so cute! Hang on, let me get a shot of your facial expression real quick, it’s so freaking CUTE!”

[SFX: Some slightly shaky pics being taken]

[. . . ]

[He smiles gently down at you, far past gone]

“I love you… I love you, I LOVE you… I knew, deep down, you understood me. You understand men like me… Violent ones that would never, ever hurt their love, because they know! They know it isn’t their sweetheart turning the world against them, no, no, NO! It’s US versus THE WORLD!”

[P-Pause…]

[His voice turns on a dime, from manic to considerate]

“…Mania? What do you mean, sweetie…? I’m perfectly calm.”

[Pause…]

[He smiles as you gently cup his face]

“Mmh… You’re cupping my face… Your hands are so warm… Sorry I have a bit of a beard coming in, I’ll shave a little later-.”

[P-Pause…]

[His smile fades]

“…You’re worried that I’m working too hard between my job, school, and you…? Honey… It’s so sweet that you’re worried about me! But I’m OK, honest! Look at me! Still nice and muscular, perfectly golden for my angel!”

[Pause…]

[He waves you off, laughing still]

“So I’m shaking all the time… So I don’t eat enough… Who cares?”

[Pause!]

[He recoils like you slapped him, even though all you did was raise your voice slightly]

“…You… care…?”

[Pause!!]

[He gasps quietly as you hold him and break down in tears]

“…Baby… N-No, please don’t cry… I’m OK! I promise you, I’m fine… Please, you don’t need to worry, that’s the last thing I want to do to you!”

[Pause…]

“…Honey… if I slow down… I’ll lose you again…”

[Pause???]

[He laughs again, though it’s much more sad and bitter now]

“…Do you think I’m stupid…? You think I don’t know that you let me in only because I pay your tuition? I was your bully, your STALKER! I’m not so delusional that I can’t see that we’re doomed, but I can damned sure ignore it!”

[. . . ]

“…No, I… I don’t think you’re shallow… I think you’re scared… You tense up around me, even now. You tremble when we cuddle and jump when I startle you… You have every reason to be scared… I know that. I know I’m unstable… I’ve got a lot of blood on my hands… but I just…”

[His voice cracks and, soon, he’s crying along with you]

“I just want to be good enough for you!”

[Pause…]

“No, I’m not! Don’t lie to me! I know what I am! I’m… I’m the guy you’re embarrassed by… The one you don’t tell your friends about until we’re forced to meet. ‘What did your boyfriend get you for Valentine’s Day???’, they’d ask. And you’d shrug helplessly and say, ‘Well, he punched a guy that made fun of me. That was cool’…”

[. . .]

“Don’t… Don’t tug on my arm all cute like that, c’mon… I’m trying to have a nervous breakdown…”

[Pause…?]

[He gives you a look like a heartbroken puppy]

“…OK… I’ll… I’ll lie down with you… If you’ll stop crying… Please, I… It hurts to see you hurting…”

[Pause…]

[SFX: Him lying down / the bed reacting]

“…There. I’m lying down… Now what?”

[Pause…]

“… But I don’t want a big meal, I want you…”

[Pause.]

[To your surprise, he giggles]

“…I guess I shouldn’t resort to cannibalism, no… I bet you’d be delicious, though~”.

[Pause <3]

[He smiles at you, so warm and caring despite his haggard state]

“…I love you… I’m so fucking lucky that you let me pretend… That you care even a little…”

[Pause <3]

[You both pause, stunned at the words that left your lips]

“…did… did you just say you love me, too…?”

[. . . ]

[He stares at you in disbelief and with a heartbreaking hopefulness]

“…Do you mean it? Truly? You’d love the man that used to bully and stalk you…?”

[. . . ]

[You sit with him, struggling]

“… Don’t you ever say that again… You didn’t ‘deserve’ it. You never…”

[Pause…]

“…You’re not that horrible word… You had your choice taken away from you by that professor, it doesn’t make you bad or ‘dirty’… Baby, you’ve seen what happens to me when I look at you! All my thoughts turn to mush, my knees get weak, and it’s all I can take to catch the faint scent of your body wash. I am crazy for you… I mean, fuck, who wouldn’t be? You’re gorgeous, smart, considerate, and can think your way out of any problem when the anxiety isn’t in the way. You’re perfect to me, and nothing you could do could shake that image.”

[. . . ]

“You’re… thanking me? Why…?”

[Pause…]

[He ponders your words, seeming torn]

“…I’m the first person to ever truly care about you… even if it’s in a somewhat unconventional way… and you’re glad I’m your first boyfriend…”

[. . . ]

“…Come here. I’ll order in some pizza or something, I don’t care. I need you…”

[His arms wrap around you and draw you close. His breath rasps across your shoulder as he holds you]

“I need you… I need you, I need you…”

[He chants that same phrase quietly between kisses and nuzzles]

[P-Pause…]

“I need you… I need you so badly… To mark you, claim you, do whatever I need to make sure you become as obsessed with me as I am with you… I have a ring… It’s yours if you’re mine…”

[Pause…?]

“So we’ve been ‘dating’ for less than a year… Who cares? We’re college students, marrying young haphazardly is what we do! And there’s not even a surprise baby involved… right?”

[P-Pause]

[He laughs]

“Good. I did notice that the baby drawer in the fridge is still empty so… I’m guessing that’s something for the future… Which, honestly…”

[He takes a deep breath and exhales]

“…I really want to be better before a baby gets involved… I don’t want just to become another version of my Dad… Resenting his son or daughter for having their own minds, you know? No more stupid tradition or ‘respect your elders’! I want them to feel safe talking to me. Like they don’t have to beg or act out to get my attention…”

[Pause…]

“…You’re so beautiful… One of these days, I’m going to take you out and show you off to the rest of the world until I can’t stand it anymore. Then, I’m going to bring you home and make sure everyone knows you’re mine once more when I cover you in kisses…”

[P-Pause…]

[He smiles… there’s no one home, though]

“I promise… I’ll start eating more regularly. For now… I need my sweetie to comfort me with something else besides food…”

[. . . P-Pause?]

[He laughs again]

“…So cute. Just come to bed… Let’s figure out how much you really love me, hmm? I can’t wait to test you…”

[. . . ]

[You may have made a slight error]

[SFX: Fade out on more kisses or the Speaker babbling like a yanderdrunk]

[To be continued?]

Note: The question: “What does the Speaker look like?”

Answer: Jun is half-Korean and half-Irish, sporting some pretty sharp features and dark red hair that he sometimes dyes black to get questioned less. He is 6’2”, has a lot of lean muscle from swimming, and has a birthmark under his right eye that looks like a crescent moon, hence his mother’s nickname for him: “Juney Mooney” or “Junebug”. He also has a persistently annoyed expression, unless he’s fully smiling. His full name is Jun Patrick O’Shea on his mother’s side, but his father often refers to him as “Ryu Jun” with no nicknames.

If one were to look at Jun without knowing him, they might assume: ‘emo gym rat with a chip on his shoulder’. The real Jun is, well… you’re cuddling him, presently.