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Synopsis: where you try and break up with your boyfriend.

Warnings: toxic bf (boo), guns, yandere!Jay.

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"I JUST WANT TO TALK."

When he said that, you froze up and anxiety lurched at your stomach. You're standing in his modern office like a statue. You're just frozen.

Jay gives a quizzical look and he fixed his blazer. You don't miss the outline of the gun hiding in the belt of his trousers. Your breath stops for a minute.

“Look at me,” He commands sternly, and you do. You try to hide the subtle shake of your hands and your flickering gaze, but you're afraid he caught on.

“Sit, baby. I just want to talk.” Jay sighed, leaning back against his chair. The only thing that convinces you to do so is the thick desk between you and him; it managed to give you a weak sense of security.

With a slow movement, you sat, and he poked the inside of his cheek.

You don't have the privilege of even thinking straight right now. Since when were you so afraid of your boyfriend?

Was it when he nearly bruised your wrist the other day because you gave attitude.

Or was it when he confiscated your phone because you were on it ‘too much'?

What was it?

Or was it when he confessed for the first time, eyes glittering with expectancy you never wanted to meet.

“I was looking through your phone, you know?” Jay started, opening a drawer and digging into it. You kept silent, biting your inner cheek.

“And, I've discovered something quite interesting. It's quite a shock, really..”

You don't want him to continue. You can already feel the condescending words about to prick you.

“But apparently, you want to-" he chuckled in a hollow manner.”-break up with me?”

There it was- the sound of your heart sinking, thoughts crashing over each other. Your gaze falls to your lap. Okay- now you regret even texting such words. Not because you feel remorse or guilt of saying them, but because you regret even texting such traceable words.

Unpredictable he was.

“Did I say you could look at your fvcking lap?”

With a swift motion, you glanced up at him, swallowing hard.

“Care to explain, love? These diabolical texts to your friend?” He carelessly slid the phone across the table, showing your recent messages with Minji. You have nothing to say, your eyes fixed on the cracked screen, anxiety simmering slowly at your guts.

Your thoughts formulate something to say, something that could please him, but you find nothing but the dirt of the truth.

Silence.

“Are you going to explain or-.”

“it's true,” you cut him off softly. You looked up from the phone to see his glower, his frown.

“I want to break up. I've wanted to do it for a few weeks now..” you trailed off, staring at him straight in the eye.

Jay blinked, tilting his head as he nodded, as if he understood. Though, you knew his buried feelings were igniting right now.

“Why? I give you my love, gifts, I let you even talk to your friend,” Jay listed, voice growing louder each time. You swallowed hard again, eyes flickering to the desk.

“I just need space.”

“Space? Space, did you say?” Jay stood instantly but he walked to you slowly, as if to agonise you. It was working because you flinched, breath escaping in short circuits.

“I'm your boyfriend, Yn. Since when do lovers need space from each other?” Jay scoffed, now standing in front of you. You chewed on your cheek again, eyes downcast.

“You're… controlling,” You uttered so quietly that Jay stepped closer, practically exploding with ferocity.

“What did you say?” Jay snarled, arms trapping you as they rested on the armrests of the seat. With your nerves jumping all over the place, you flinched. Though he doesn't care as he continues to stab your gaze with his.

“Controlling… you're controlling,” You said a bit louder this time, though the smallest tremor accompanies your tone. And, you thought you imagined, but you saw the small smile curl at his lips. Jay puts a soft hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb right under your eye.

You flinched away a little, but he tightened the grip on your jaw, almost forcing you closer to his face as he tilted his head. “Darling, I'm trying to keep you safe…”

That was his pathetic excuse? His reason to build this wall around you and totally trap you in.

Inhaling sharply, you pushed his hand away, a spark of determination igniting in your eyes. You weren't going to let him do this once more. To trap you within these walls.

Jay almost glared.

“You're not… trying to keep me safe… we both know that,” you said sternly, finally holding longer eye contact.

Jay could almost laugh at the confidence, but he finds unimaginable rage washing over him, taking him to a path of darker thoughts. “You just don't understand. I'm trying to keep. You. Safe.”

And you shook your head in frustration.

“From what?” You snapped at him, and Jay smiled, eyes leaving yours for a minute.

Before he even met your eyes, you felt a cold metal push at your chin, and your eyes widened a little, a short breath leaving you. You felt your head tilt up, and Jay smiled in a cruel way when he saw the shock that swept over your eyes.

“I'm keeping you safe, baby. From this…” Jay clicked the metal, sending you to shut your eyes tight, chest tight with distress.

“I don't want to hurt you, Yn… I want you to be unscathed, safe…” Jay continued, the gun now tapping your cheek lightly and you were frozen, voice buried beneath that fear.

You didn't think your boyfriend would ever pull a gun on you, but here you were with his own nefarious weapon pressing on your cheek.

“J-Jay-.”

“Shh, baby. I know, you don't like this, but I'm proving my point, right? You and I both want you safe, right?” Jay leaned in closer, gun at your jaw, and your skin burns with terror, shoulders tensing up. When you stayed silent, he pressed the barrel at your jaw more causing you to whimper.

“Answer me. Don't you want to be safe?”

“Yes…”

Jay gave a soft smile in this dark situation, and he removed the gun from your jaw, causing you to breathe a little, but Jay leaned in, right to your ear. You flinched away, but he doesn't care.

“So, are you still going to break up with me, baby? You still want to leave my safety?” He asked lowly, threats falling over your ears. Tears stung your eyes, a shudder pricking your spine.

Biting your lip to shut yourself up, you let out a sniffle; Jay chuckled, still next to your ear.

“Don't cry… it's just better this way, baby. Do you understand?” Jay gave a deceiving gentle kiss to your ear, making you tear up more.

You can't take this anymore. You just can't. Though, he saw everything through tinted glasses and, instead of wiping your tears, he gripped the gun to your thigh, barrel threatening to bruise your skin underneath and spoke.

"The next time you have such a bizarre idea, I'll be forced to use this,” Jay said, putting the gun to your shoulder, right at the joint as your breaths became shaky.

“And I'll shoot.”

At this point, your voice was gone, it ran away from reality. You couldn't speak, to which he smiled, kissing your forehead before saying words that flooded you with distress.

“I knew you would understand. I love you, baby.”

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A/n: instead of working on my smau, I diverged and wrote this instead 💀🤡

They always br contradicting themselves and get surprised when we actually realise their disgusting motives. Shame on the WEST

Waiting for your jungwon ff update it's so good ongg

Omg thank you- you have no idea how much that means to me 🎀😭😭

I am literally trying to finalise the first few chapters, making sure there's no plot holes, but thank you sm🤭🤭

Literally giggling rn, here is my love ❤️✨️🫶🏽🎀

I'm struggling with school, but hopefully I can update ASAP!

Thanks, anon <3

No bc seriously, wtaf is wrong with this world. Free Palestine

You have no excuse to be silent about the genocide in Palestine.

If you can’t reblog the posts about dead Palestinians, at least reblog posts about the history of Palestine.

At least reblog posts showing art made by Palestinians.

At least reblog posts that show fundraisers for Palestinians, e-sims that you can donate, and the arab.org website that helps you donate to Palestine flr free.

At least reblog posts showing Zionist companies that we need to boycott.

That is the absolute least that we can do for Palestine.

The Palestinians are begging for us to use our voice. Some of them don’t even have access to internet, so their suffering goes unnoticed.

Please. Speak up for Palestine.

Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.

Free Palestine.

This is horrific (clearly)

She was only 12 YEARS- how much more do you need to call for a ceasefire??

god I just saw the Sidra hassouna video and my heart breaks for every single child there. Every child and adult, and elderly.

SHE WAS 12. She was a twelve year old girl who could have done so much, she could have changed the world. She was just a little girl and had so much life left to live.

never forget her or the thousands of other people that have been killed since 1948. never forget the atrocities that Israel has committed.

If your tired of hearing about this, imagine how tired they are of living with it.

Rest in peace, Sidra 💞

Me when Enha covered 'what makes you beautiful' and 'I need U': 😍🫶🏽😫😭⁉️🗣📣📣