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This is so cute!! There's something about fluffy loving Moon-jo that's just as admirable as his deranged killer state. I'm so whipped for him 🥹💖

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Hi!! Can I request a suggestive Seo Moon Jo imagine? In which his girlfriend demands a massage from him(after a hectic day) and it leads to something else. Thanks!

Sure! This is my first request for SFH so I’ll see how I’ll do ❤

De-Stress | Seo Moonjo

{Strangers From Hell Masterlist}

Summary: You’ve had a bad day at work and wish for nothing more than a comforting night with your boyfriend Moonjo, but things take a turn

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff and suggestive themes

Word Count: 3.3k

*reader is female

The scowl painted on your face hadn’t left your features since you had left work at 9:00 pm. It felt like the cold night air was basically freezing it into your expression, as well as bringing the hairs on your arms to stand. The broken zipper on the back of your shirt also didn’t do much to help your already sour mood. You had managed to get it caught on the edge of a curtain and needed to rip it off before your manager noticed, breaking it in the process. Luckily though, your coworker found a spare pin in their desk draw for you to pin your shirt back with. It really wasn’t your best day.

You opened your eyes and saw the bland old ceiling of the train, chipping paint and rusting metal with the echoing voice of the intercom announcing the next stop practically deafening your half-asleep form. With the shake of your head, you decided perhaps napping on the train wasn’t the best idea, especially since it was very quiet and you were a woman travelling home by herself. No one else was around you, besides an elderly man who had rested himself further up the carriage.

A heavy sigh left your lungs and you ran a stressed hand through your hair, scratching your scalp and attempting to rid of the headache developing in your brain. The regret of telling your manager that you had not finished the work that was due today was setting in, as he decided to give you a good grilling about the importance of efficiency in the workplace and all that bullshit. Everything that man said went in one ear and out the other.

The vibration of your phone brought your attention from the train tunnel walls to your bag, causing you to dig around your belongings to find it. The screen lit up with your boyfriend’s name and a text underneath.

“Are you almost home? I bought ice cream for you.”

You smiled at his generosity. He seemed to always think of you where ever he went, never failing to bring something back home for you whenever he went out.

“Yeah. Had to sort something out and catch a later train but I’ll be home around 9:45.”

You pressed send and watched the typing bubbles pop up, becoming a simple “Ok. Don’t talk to anyone.”

Typing back a simple “Ok xxx”, you locked your phone screen and place it in your back pocket. The tiredness in your eyes stung as you rubbed at them, as well as the sharp pain in the top of your shoulders. Maybe lifting so much heavy stuff at work wasn’t the best idea. A few of your coworkers were away for the day, so you had to volunteer to carry the huge boxes of supplies all the way to the office from the delivery lot.

You weren’t too bothered though. Knowing you could go home to a boyfriend like Moonjo who’s willing to take care of you was always reassuring when you hadn’t had the best day.

Your eyes brightened when the name of your station displayed on the small screen near the sliding doors. You stood up from your seat and slung your bag over your shoulders before standing in front of the door, waiting for it to be opened.

When they finally did, you stepped over the small gap between the train and the station before immediately heading up the old stairs towards the ground level. You were eager to get home to Moonjo and just relax with him on the comfy couch and ask him how his day was at the dentist.

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The streets seemed quieter than usual, with only the beep of a car horn and the meow of a stray cat every once in a while. It kept you on edge, holding your phone in your hand tightly and watching wear you stepped. You were almost at your and Moonjo’s apartment block anyway, so you weren’t too worried.

When you finally approached the large brick building, you quickly pushed yourself through the entrance and climbed the stairs to your floor, desperate to finally get some rest and quiet after your shitty day at work.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and clambered inside. Closing the door behind you, you removed the black boots from your feet, being happy to finally walk without pain in your heel. You added them to the growing pile of you and Moonjo’s shoes near the front door and continued walking inside.

“Moonjo!” you called out while placing your work bag on the small dining table. You waited a moment before the pair of footsteps neared the lounge area, making you chuckle slightly at his excitement at your return.

When you saw him round the corner from your shared room, his face expressed his usual sly smirk. He wore his black slacks and a long sleeve black shirt, midnight hair dishevelled. He sauntered towards you and held his long arms out, inviting you in for a loving hug.

“Hi honey,” he said in a sickly sweet tone as you launched yourself towards the tall man’s chest. He held you in a tight embrace, face tucked into the top of your head and pressing you into his torso further, trying to feel your warmth after being separated from you all day.

He pressed his lips against your hair in a small kiss while stroking his hands along your back slowly, earning a calming hum from your exhausted body.

“How was your day sweetheart?” he questioned, pulling away and cupping your face in his warm hands to make you look at him. Your tired eyes and flushed cheeks made his heart ache, giving him the urge to squish them.

You let out a rough sigh, pulling from his hands on your face and rubbing your own along your eyes in annoyance at the mention of the kind of day you had.

Moonjo ran a soft hand through the top of your hair and cupped your cheek once again, bringing his face that held a concerned expression closer to yours. “What’s wrong? Did something happen today?”

You shook your head in annoyance and dropped your head forward so your face was rested against his chest, making him chuckle at your childish behaviour. He weaved his slender fingers through your hair and scratched at your scalp to calm you.

“I had such a shitty day,” you mumbled out against the fabric of his shirt. “I don’t even really want to talk about it. It was just that awful.”

Moonjo sighed heavily and brought you back to face him by pushing on your shoulders. You glanced up at the restful man while pouting your lips in annoyance. He let out a slight giggle at your cute face, leaning down and placing his lips against your pouted ones in a long-awaited kiss. Your hands moved from your side to the back of his neck, linking them around and turning your head to deepen the kiss. But before you could go any further, Moonjo pulled away, causing you to complain.

He smiled at your whining and gave you a loving smooch on your forehead to make up for it. “Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?” he asked.

Your eyes lit up at his suggestion. “Yes please,” you smiled and leant forward to place a gentle kiss against the fabric of his shirt as a thank you. His heart swelled at the small action.

“But before you do,” you stopped him before he pulled away. “Tell me how your day was.”

Moonjo shook his head, causing his black locks to bounce. “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to focus on you since you obviously had a bad day. I want to make it good again by taking care of you.”

With a quick peck to your nose, he slipped from your arms around his neck and removed himself from your shared embrace, moving towards the kitchen to start the kettle.

You followed him into the kitchen and watched him as he strolled about, being entertained just by watching him go about his usual habits. You admired his evening appearance. Hair ungroomed after a day of working in the dentist, his usual doe eyes darkened from tiredness and the comfy clothing hanging off his figure. The mere domestic sight of him brought butterflies to your stomach, and his veiny slim hands wiping the cloth over the bench in front of you to clean it didn’t help your growing neediness for them to be on you.

His face in front of yours caught your attention and he smirked at you being caught staring. “Like what you see?” he asked with a mischievous tone to his voice. You felt yourself become flushed as you nodded. “Maybe I do,” you smirked, looking away and trying to act like his closeness doesn’t affect you.

Even after years of dating, you and Moonjo seemed to always know how to make each other flustered over the smallest things.

“Oh wait!” he suddenly exclaimed while moving to the fridge. “I got you ice cream.”

You watched as he brought out a tub of your favourite flavour of ice cream that he seemed to get a bit too often for it to be healthy for the both of you.

“I’ll grab some for us to share after I make your tea.” Just as he said that the kettle dinged loudly signalling it had finished boiling.

“It’s fine, I’ll do it,” you reassured and moved to grab some bowls from the cupboard. Moonjo smiled and went back to pouring the water into a mug for you.

As you were trying to scoop the ice cream from the small tub, struggling due to how hard the top layer had become, Moonjo finished making your tea and stumbled over to you, wrapping his lanky arms around your torso and enveloping back with his chest.

He let out a slight chuckle in your ear and you felt the warmth of his breath against your skin, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the feeling. “You need some help?” he whispered as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, giving the sensitive skin there a small playful nip with his teeth. You swore you almost jumped at the feeling. Why was he being so clingy tonight?

“No it’s fine,” you assured him, trying to continue your task with him basically glued to you. The small tired groans and whines he was letting out weren’t helping your situation as he continued to nuzzle his face into your skin, making your eyes widen and your heart beat faster.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled out as he breathed in your scent. “Have you been using a new body wash?”

You nodded, finally finishing scooping the dessert into the bowl. “I bought a new one the other day and I’ve been using it a lot.”

Moonjo nodded and pressed his lips against the skin just below your ear before resting his chin on the top of your head. “I’ve noticed.”

You let out a slight sigh at his affection and pushed your shoulders back against him to give him the message to move. He removed his hands from your body and gave you space as you made your way to the lounge room with your bowl of desserts in your hand.

You sat down on the couch and placed the bowls on the coffee table in front of you before grabbing a soft blanket from the pile at the end of the couch to cover yourself with.

Moonjo made his way over, face growing soft at the sight of you buried under the blankets and placed your tea in front of you. You thanked him and turned the tv on as he collapsed down next to you. He lifted your blanket to pull himself underneath too but he froze when he saw you were still wearing your work clothes.

“Baby, what are you doing? Get into some comfier clothes,” he said as he fiddled with the hem of your shirt, encouraging you to take it off. You rested your head against the back of the couch and let out a loud groan of annoyance. “I’m too tired to move again!” you whined while bringing the blanket over your face to hide.

Moonjo grinned fondly at your attitude as he shuffled closer to you under the blanket and pinched your sides, causing you to yelp in surprise and flinch away from his hands.

“You’re so cute,” he whispered, pulling the blanket off your face and squishing his nose into your cheek, making you gush as his compliment.

“Fine,” he said after a moment. You watched as he leant back from you and pulled on the back of his shirt to bring it over his head. The sight of his messy black hair and bare chest seemed so ethereal and gorgeous to you, despite the number of times you had seen it before.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring his smooth skin and scars that littered his chest. Every feature on him seemed to bring nothing but more beauty in your eyes.

“Honey, you’re staring again,” he laughed as he threw his black shirt at you in embarrassment. You snapped from your daze and gave him a lazy smile. “You’re just so pretty,” you cooed, running a soft hand through his fluffy locks.

He smirked and gestured towards his shirt that he threw into your lap. “Take your work clothes off and put it on. It’ll be comfier.”

You sat up straight and removed your work shirt and pants whilst giving Moonjo the side-eye for glancing a bit too long at you.

“What?” he laughed when you called him out playfully for it. “Nothing I haven’t seen.” You smacked his shoulder at the suggestive remark, making him grin cheekily.

When you had discarded your work clothes on the carpet next to the couch and pulled Moonjo’s shirt that was way too big for you, you hoisted the blanket back over your bare legs and leant forward to grab your tea, taking a big sip.

“Good?” Moonjo questioned as he watched you drink it. You nodded and smiled at him before putting it back on the table.

Moonjo shuffled closer to you and encouraged you to lay your head against his shoulder by pulling your arm, which you accepted. He rested his head on top of yours and let out a huge yawn, turning towards the tv to watch whatever show was displaying. He kept a tight embrace on your waist and ran a soft hand up and down your arm, pinching the skin slightly.

After a few moments, the pain from earlier on the train began to work up again. Your shoulders began to ache and you groaned in pain, leaning off Moonjo and massaging the muscles of your right shoulder in your hand. Moonjo frowned at your action.

“You okay baby?” he asked in a worried tone, sitting up and placing his palm on your sore collarbones. You nodded. “It’s fine,” you reassured. “I just had to lift a lot of heavy stuff at work and I think I pulled a few muscles in my upper back.”

Moonjo continued to run his hands along the broad of your back, pressing on the skin through the fabric of his shirt. Just as he did, you thought of an idea.

“Baby,” you cooed out in a cute tone, hoping it will convince him further to do what you wanted. “Can you give me a shoulder massage?”

Moonjo’s eyes lit up at your suggestion, being happy that he’s able to take care of you. “Of course,” he said happily. “Sit in front of me so I can do it.”

You waited until he spread his legs further enough for you to fit between then made yourself comfortable, leaning forward slightly so he can easily rub his hands along your shoulder’s without difficulty.

As you watched the classic reality tv show displaying on the tv screen in front of you, Moonjo started to feel along the muscles of your shoulders before pressing his thumb into your skin roughly, causing you to let out a satisfied groan. He froze at the sound you made, but snapped out of it quickly and kept rubbing the tight muscles under your skin.

Simply just seeing how his shirt hung on your torso made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. For most of the day, he wasn’t able to get you out of his head. At the dentist, there were times he had to snap himself out of thinking of you in a daze.

It hadn’t even been that long since you had slept together. He didn’t want to come across as annoying or needy, especially after you had had a hard day. So he kept it to himself.

But with you sitting in his lap, nothing but underwear and his shirt on, he could feel himself giving away to his desires slightly.

He brought his hand from your shoulder to the hem of his shirt that snugged your skin perfectly and peeked his fingers underneath the fabric slightly, testing the waters. When you didn’t say anything, he kept going and continued to press his warm palm against your lower back. He brought his other hand down to follow the other.

When he heard you hum in content at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin, he leant himself forward and pressed his lips against the nape of your neck, breathing heavily on your skin and wrapping his arms around your middle under his shirt.

“Babe,” you breathed out, turning your head slightly to face him. Moonjo hummed in acknowledgement, keeping his face buried against your back and taking in the smell of your body wash.

“Are you okay?” you asked, turning your torso to look at Moonjo’s face. Only when you did, he chased your lips and brought you into a passionate kiss. He brought one of his hands from your back to your face, stroking his thumb along your cheek.

When you pulled away, Moonjo followed your lips, making you laugh. When he couldn’t reach them, he moved his mouth to your neck and continued to kiss and bite softly along your skin, making you shiver slightly.

“You’ve been needy this evening.” you teased, leaning your head against his lovingly. Moonjo pulled away from your neck and leaned his forehead against yours while smirking slightly. “I’ve just missed you,” he stated, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

You chuckled at his obvious lying. “I’m sure that’s just it,” you teased further.

Moonjo giggled and rubbed his nose against yours playfully. Continuing to rub his hands across your bare back, he tucked his face into your shoulder and groaned.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows and eyeing him. Moonjo lifted his head and gave you a deadpan face, making you laugh at his obvious irritation.

“You know what’s wrong,” he stated as he pulled your back against his chest tighter.

“I thought you were tired,” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Moonjo sighed.

“I was, but you have to understand that having you sit on my lap in nothing but my shirt makes me wide awake somehow,” he reasoned in a mischievous voice, making you smack his chest slightly in embarrassment.

Moonjo then picked you up from his lap by your waist suddenly, making you yelp in surprise as he pushed you so you laid down on the couch, not taking even one second to be hovering over you. You looked up at him with a fond smile, bringing a hand up and tracing a large scar that travelled across his chest with a soft finger. He closed his eyes at the sensation and dropped his head so it was leaning against your collarbones and left a few kisses along your skin.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, slowly lifting the hem of his shirt from your body. You smiled at his compliment as you ran a hand through his jet-black hair, earning a soft sigh from him. “You too.”

Author’s Note: obviously Moonjo’s quite out of character since this doesn’t involve the whole Eden Studio situation, but in future fics I’ll make sure I’ll make him more true to the real character

Atonement

SEO MOON-JO X READER

When the world falls apart, you have him by your side, loving and caring for you every step of the way. Accidentally stumbling upon his most sinful line of work, you wonder how much you really know about the dentist you fell in love with.

The cold and dreary night sky looked overhead and the moon cast a shimmery glow onto the pavement in front of Eden Residence. The flowerbeds that seemed to be teeming with life at one point in time were now filled with weeds and miscellaneous cans and bottles. The sidewalk was perfect on the way up to the residence, however as soon as you stepped foot in the vicinity of your new boyfriend's place, you noticed how broken and jagged the cement was. Overall, you had expected a bit more from the dentist, but you weren't going to be the one to judge. Moon-jo wasn't close to anyone really, so when he'd offered to take you on a date the first couple of times, you were excited and surprised to say the least. You knew he had secrets (everyone does), but little did you know the secret he kept from the world.

Smiling, you see the familiar figure standing outside the entryway, smoking a cigarette. Moon-jo was wearing a black turtleneck and grey dress pants with a black leather jacket on top. His hair had been gelled down previously to his arrival but was now strewn about his face and ears; it was disheveled in the "I may have just got out of bed but I'm still sexy" type look. He had a piercing in one ear that was just barely visible from his curly black locks of hair and upon seeing your face, his expression changed from daunting to pleasant. Even his demeanor changed as he stood up just a bit straighter and positioned his hands behind his back, a stance that you were familiar with when he welcomed you to the clinic.

"Why hello there." You said with a knowing glance, making it obvious that you were checking him out. He didn't seem to mind though, in fact, he looked expectant of it. His eyes shifted downwards from yours to your lips and then to your outfit, never staying in one place for too long. How he was so good at undressing you with his eyes, you didn't know. All you knew was that you wanted him to do it again and again.

"Hello." He said in his soft deep voice. He smelled of Dolce and Gabbana or something similar in exquisiteness, with a faint familiar touch of... bleach?

"You look sexy as hell." You said, just itching to voice what was on your mind. It wasn't fair for him to be so taunting with his angled features and impeccable style.

"Wow. I thought I would've had to put in a bit more effort before you offered to sleep with me." He laughed and snaked an arm around your waist, leading you up the stairs. You smiled up at him and wondered how you found such a godlike person. From the way he walked to the way he acted, everything seemed so meticulous and beautiful, almost as if he was never truly from this realm. You were in awe of Moon-jo in every way, and you scared yourself with the thoughts of what you would let him do to you...

Up at the landing, he removed his arm from your body and pushed open the door to reveal the apartments on the floor which he resided. It was dark and dreary and had the faintest smell of mold and cleaning chemicals; you wondered if that's where you picked up the bleach smell from. The walls were a dark green which made it even darker and the walls were so close together that it felt suffocating trying to navigate your way around the building. There was not a decoration in sight, not a plant, not any of the other tenets. The silence was so deafening that your ears started to ring.

Opening up the door to his room, Moon-jo looked on the shelf above him for the car keys he needed to take the two of you on a proper date. He had offered to give you a ride to the new restaurant that had just opened, and you agreed even when he said you two would need to stop at his place for the keys.

"Where are they.....?" He asked himself as he shuffled about the shelves, looking for the familiar shape of the keys. You started to feel somewhat sick the longer you stayed in the building, the walls and the lighting started to take a toll on you. It was disorienting and uncomfortable and for a moment you thought back to the possibility of parallel universe liminal spaces, since the place reminded you of it so much. Clutching your purse closer to your body, you hold the cool chain around your neck to get some feeling back into your nerves.

"Hey, baby are you okay?" You hear him ask on the opposite end of the room.

"Yeah, yeah. I just need some air." You lied, trying to look at the floor to appease your stomach. Your shoes even felt tight.

"You can go wait for me in the kitchen, if you'd like. It's a bit more open in there. Down the hall to the left." He said, shrugging his shoulders and continuing to look through the cabinets. How he lost something in such a small place, you had no idea. But, you took him up on the offer of leaving the room and you made your way to the brightest but dreariest kitchen you've ever seen in your life. The wallpaper was ripping off the walls and dishes were piled into the sink as if their intended use were to sit and collect dust. Sitting down on one of the dining chairs, you place your head in your hands and take deep breaths as you try to steady yourself. What was wrong with you? Why did you feel so sick all of a sudden?

"I think I might've left them on the fourth floor." You heard the familiar voice resounding from behind you. Moon-jo knelt down beside you, placing his hands onto yours and removing them from your face. His expression was one of genuine worry and you felt bad for him for having to deal with you when you were like this. He offered you a slight smile as he tried to read your expression; his fingers brushing away at the hair that had fallen into your face. "Are you alright?"

"I guess I'm just claustrophobic or something. I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this it's just that this place-"

"-Feels like a cage." He said, completing your sentence. His gaze turned into a dark one but you had no idea why he was so bothered by the thought. It was reassuring to hear that he felt the same way about Eden Residence that you did.

"Yeah," you said, "something like that."

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Walking up towards the fourth floor, you were relieved to catch your breath and to breathe in the night sky. The ascent to the floor above meant climbing one flight of stairs and trying not to step on any broken glass. This place that Moon-jo lived in made you nervous for him as it didn't seem all that safe. You wondered if the rest of the tenets were a bit strange.

The big heavy door to the women's area of the building looked even older than everything else. There were charred marks on the door (you didn't know what from) and the way it was tucked neatly into the corner all by itself shrouded it in an eerie darkness. The sign was chipping away and soon enough any evidence of there ever being any humanity living behind the door would be gone forever, like dust in the wind.

"Why were you on the women's floor?" You asked, slightly accusatory. You and Moon-jo had only been together for two weeks, but you still felt hurt to know that he could be around other people that sparked his interest.

"I was working." He said, revealing a hallway even darker than the one from downstairs. "I have a side hustle of..... sorts."

Walking into the room, the sensation of being trapped filled your senses once again. The walls had the same charred marks as the doorway and the floor was scuffed and dirty. "What happened in here?" You asked, noticing how it looked as though someone had set the place aflame.

"It burned down shortly after Eden Residence was built," Moon-jo held your hand, walking towards the end of the hallway slowly, "Everyone died except for the old lady's cat. Sometimes you can still hear it up here, moving about and scratching the walls."

The hallway ended and the two of you were in a room so isolated from the rest of the building that you felt a knot in your stomach. This was the type of nerve-wracking that people on Criminal Minds talk about before they're brutally murdered, and you finally understood now why Moon-jo had insisted that you stop at the Residence to grab his car keys. He was trying to get you alone and vulnerable and you didn't think it was for sexual related reasons.

You slowly stepped back from the middle of the room as Moon-jo grabbed something off one of the wooden planks on the floor. "Here they are. Would you look at that?" He said, turning to you with a wicked malicious grin. In his hands were the keys, pristine and clean as he liked the rest of his belongings. That's what drew him into you, the fact that you seemed so pure and innocent. Something he could make an absolute mess of. Dirty hands on a white towel. Satan holding a sacred dove. You were his most precious belonging.

"Moon-jo? I think I'm going to call it a night. I'm still not feeling all that well." You let out a slight whimper, trying to feel around for the door you just came through. Instead, your back hit the wall and you were met with Moon-jo's face just inches from your own. He wrapped his arms around you and forced you into his embrace, not caring whether or not you wanted to be touched at the moment. The truth was going to come out tonight and he knew you would take it well. You would have to take it well. And if you didn't, he would make sure you felt too threatened to leave him either way.

"You're not going anywhere, love." He pushed his nose into the crook of your neck and allowed for his face to rest there, listening to the rapid pace of your heartbeat and taking in the scent of your perfume. It was intoxicating to him knowing that your life belonged to him and he could end it at any moment. He could, but he wouldn't. He wouldn't ever lay a finger on you in the way he killed so many others. You were different. You spoke to his soul and made him feel something after years of searching for something to fill the empty space within his chest.

Your entire body froze as Moon-jo held you there, calmly breathing into your skin. You wanted to run away but you had no idea how you would be able to leave without him following you. He knew where you lived and you worked within the same office. Rejecting Moon-jo would be impossible.

Finally, he turned to look at you as he continued to hold you close to his chest. "I'm a killer, (Y/N). You were going to be my next target but I think I accidentally fell in love with you."

Your heart plummeted to your stomach. There's no way he was telling you the truth. This had to have been a lie, the antisocial doctor whom you had gotten to know was quiet and poised. A killer wasn't even an option in your mind as to what he could've occupied himself with outside of his work. And that's when it hit you: the dead bodies that had been found all over Gyeonggi-do with missing teeth.

To confirm your suspicion, you noticed a dentist's chair in the corner of the room, the white upholstery now stained with colors you did not want to familiarize yourself with. Next to it laid a table with various tools, all clean and polished.

"I kill them. And then I eat them after I take their teeth."

That's when you fainted.

...

Waking up in Moon-jo's room, you look up at the ceiling overhead. It was cracked and crumbling and visibly painted over layers and layers of ruin. The window closest to the top of the room let in just enough light that you were able to barely make out your surroundings...and the person who shared the bed with you.

Moon-jo looked so innocent while he slept. His head was resting on the bed (he had given you his pillow) and his hair was a mess as he nuzzled deeper into the sheets. His arms were around you still and you noticed how hard it was for you to move in his intense grasp. His face was completely calm and his skin glowed in the soft light above. You didn't know when you had passed out or how you had gotten into his bed, but you assumed he had taken you here after your vision went blurry. In other circumstances, you would have found him to be cute in the position he was in, but instead your stomach was filled with worry. What did he mean by killing? Why was he sparing you? What did he mean by loving you?

Even with the nervousness bubbling up inside of you, you still found yourself glued to your spot, not even because Moon-jo was holding onto you so tightly. You knew that you wouldn't have left even if he allowed it, so instead you nuzzled up closer to his chest which awoke him softly.

"You're awake?" He asked in a deep soft voice, holding you even tighter in case you decided to make a run for it. He seemed confused as to why you were still okay with being near him and why you hadn't tried to escape while he was vulnerable.

"Yeah." You said after a moment of silence.

Moon-jo noticed your slight distress and watched you conflict in your head the possibilities of loving him and leaving him. He watched your eyes and saw behind them that you were trying to keep your morals, noticing it became harder and harder as you leaned into his touch, giving into him completely.

"(Y/N), because I love you, I'm letting you leave if you decide not to be here anymore." He felt his chest tighten as the words left his mouth, knowing that he was being entirely honest with you and dishonest with himself. He didn't want you to leave his arms.

"Moon-jo, I'm not going to leave you." You said, looking up at him from the pillow. He looked beautiful in the soft light.

"Why not?" He asked, certain that you were going to make a run for it.

"Because I think I love you too much to do that."

Hey!! I am currently working through some other fanfics that have been in my drafts forever and I have a Cliff Booth one coming out soon! However, I was wondering if I should post the Seo Moon-Jo one I've written? It definitely falls into the yandere category....but then again, it is Seo Moon-Jo.

Thoughts?

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