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# SHE KNOWS, SHE KNOWS

“and I know she knows, and I know she knows.”

you spot his red flags | yandere!Koko

warnings: yandere, kidnap, Koko manhandling the reader.

anon said: “Hey! Could i request a Yandere koko with a defiant reader? The reader could point out all of his red flags and his projection of his past onto others and they don’t take his bs- they wouldn’t even take the amount of money he gives bc they know that it would simply give him the satisfaction thank you!!”

song: she knows by j.cole (feat. amber coffman and cults)

photo cred (left to right): 1 2 3

You stood across from Koko, mere feet away on the same stretch of pavement. The street is quiet, and the sidewalk empty other than the two of you. It was getting late, the sky twinged pink and purple as the stars began to appear.

“No.”

“No?” He repeats, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. His mouth felt dry, tongue sticky and heavy in his mouth. His eyes focused solely on you. His shoulders slumping as he says, “Whaddya mean ‘no?’”

“I mean no,” you repeat yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t want your stupid gifts.”

His posture straightens significantly upon hearing you insult his effort. “First of all,” he says. “My gifts aren’t stupid—”

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Your voice wasn’t loud, nor spiteful. You merely sound annoyed. A single brow raises as you look at him, waiting for an answer.

Somehow, he wishes you would spit at him; call him out of his name and degrade him. But you wouldn’t sink to that level and he knew it. You were far too good for him—just like her. His heart hammers in his chest as he presses his hands down his front, smoothing the wrinkles of his gang jacket. He hates you, really, he does. But he can’t let you go. You’re his second chance at love, he’s sure of it.

So, why won’t you give him a chance? He had brought you designer bag after designer bag, fur coats, expensive rings. He offered to take you to the finest restaurant in the city, and promised to buy you a brand new sports car if you asked for it. But you had never entertained the desperate gift-giving in the slightest.

Anything you received would be returned immediately. And the next day, you’d tell him off. But he never stopped. Every day, there was something new on your doorstep or in your mailbox. And every day, you’d instruct the mailman to stop delivering. But Koko paid him to keep leaving the packages behind even on his days off.

You even went as far as to attempt to get a restraining order against him. But he paid the judge off and made sure to tell you all about it so that you’d stop trying to push him away. He had enough money to do whatever he wanted and you couldn’t stop him. He wanted you to know that.

He would stop at nothing to succeed at this second chance. He needed to be with you and to forget her—

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” You say quietly.

It was like you had read his mind. He never told you about Akane, but you knew. He didn’t doubt that it was Inui who told you. And he hated Inui for it. “...Shut up.” He bites, glaring at you from under his long, inky lashes.

“I saw a picture of her…” You say. “She’s beautiful.”

His heart starts to thunder, so hard that it becomes more and more physically painful by the second. Bile rises in his throat. He doesn’t want to talk about her. He doesn’t want her, he wants you. He’s sure of it, really, he is.

You gulp, mentally preparing yourself for what you’re going to say next. You constantly ran into Inui whilst trying to escape Koko’s advances. And in all those times, Inui had willingly given you information on Koko without you even having to ask. For what reason, you didn’t know. But you speculate that the information Inui had given you was meant to scare you further away from Koko. And what you would say next proves it.

“Stop it—stop it. Shut up and stop talking about her.” He says, voice wobbling. “Don’t talk about her.”

“S’okay,” you mumble, looking down. “Her and Inui”—you swallow hard, nervous knowing that there will be no going back after you say this—“they look exactly alike. That’s why you hung out with him for so long, isn’t it? You probably feel guilty, don’t you? Because you—”

“Shut up!” He’s screaming now. If there were anyone around, his voice would have certainly drawn attention. “Shut up! Stop talking about her!”

You know you shouldn’t any further, the churning in your stomach is enough to tell you that. But you continue pressing his buttons in hopes that he will grow annoyed by you and stop trying so hard to win you over. “You push your past on others. You only wanted me to drown out the memories of her and him. I remind you of her, don’t I? ...Don’t I? ” Your eyes widen, waiting impatiently for an answer. But none comes, so you keep ranting. Trying your damnedest to shout and scream and do whatever you think will make him like you less. “And Inui, you saved the poor boy because you thought he was his sister—his sister that you were in love with!”

Did Inui tell you that? He bites his tongue, the words almost come tumbling out of his mouth against his will. But he is able to stop himself right before he can actually say it. He doesn’t need to ask anyway. He knows the answer. He mumbles something under his breath, but you’re not listening.

“And now you’re trying to bribe me—for love! You can’t buy my affection!” You shout. It felt good to finally let him know how you really felt. “You’re just a walking red flag, Kokonoi! I don’t want to be with you!”

Ouch. He felt like his heart had snapped in two. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to feel shameful, regretful, and embarrassed; or angry, upset, and annoyed. For a split second, he thought about leaving you be. He thought about turning around and leaving; letting you live your life as though you never met him. He thought about finally letting go of his twisted obsession and leaving you alone like you asked.

But then, he thought that he didn’t care. He didn’t care what you thought, or what you had to say, or anything of the sort. If he wanted you, he was going to have you. And he wouldn’t give you the chance to say no again.

You had grown silent after going off on a tangent, having listed all the qualities he possessed that you despised. And he just stood there and took it, staring blankly ahead. He wasn’t really looking at you; rather, he was looking through you. You hadn’t noticed at first. But he took step after step, gradually approaching you. And you noticed the look in his eyes then, you thought he would pass right by you; his eyes unfocused and inattentive.

But he didn’t pass by you. He grabbed you, his grip tight on your upper arm as he tugged you. You kicked and screamed and told him to release you. But he didn’t. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, dialing up a number and holding the phone to his ear as he dragged you down the street.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He said, voice monotonous as his eyes searched the street. “Bring the car over, and make it quick.”

The car? You had a bad feeling as a slick, black car came barreling down the road. Try as you might, you couldn’t get away. Squirming and struggling did little to deter him.

“Get in,” he said, shoving you towards the backseat.

You foolishly attempted to slip past him, but he blocked you.

“Get in.” He repeated. “Now.”

Again, you made a pathetic attempt at escape. It only angered him further. He yanked the door open, shoving you in without warning. And he crammed in behind you before slamming the door.

“Go,” was all he said to who you assumed was the chauffeur. And the car pulled off smoothly. The sound of the lock loud in your ears as the partition rolled up.

“Wh—what the hell’re you doing, Koko—”

“Just shut up,” he spat, eyes focused on the partition. He couldn’t stand to look at you. “Y’know,” he chuckled bitterly to himself. “I gave you too many chances. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What… what’re you talking about?” You whisper, eyes wide as the reality of the situation sets in. You’re in the backseat of a chauffeured car with the man whose expensive gifts you turned down. And after all the shit you said to him, you were sure that things wouldn’t end well. You swear that you felt the beginning of a cold sweat trickling down your spine.

He just laughed again, his hand still latched around your arm. “I don’t think you get it, so lemme explain it nice and simply for you.” He turned to you, eyes sharp and cold as he leaned into your personal space. “You’re going to come with me and you’re going to let me spoil you, you understand? There will be no more returning gifts or lecturing me about bribery because I won’t be leaving any more designer bags at your doorstep, sweetheart.”

Your chest felt tight. You could feel the sweat forming on your brow. When did it become so hot? You tried to pull away, but Koko just yanked you closer.

“You can forget your place because you’re gonna be living with me now, got it? In a nice lil’ penthouse with a view of the skyline and a garage full of cars. And I’ll get whatever the hell you want and you’re going to appreciate it.” His dull nails were biting into your skin, sure to leave indents behind later. “We are going to be together and you are going to love me. And that’s that.” He released you with a jerk, your arm aching as he returned to peering ahead. His lips turning down into a frown, gaze hard as he mumbles something about ungratefulness under his breath.

Your eyes started to burn. You felt a sudden helplessness rush over you. But you wouldn’t cry. Instead, you bit your lip until it became painful. Your glossy eyes glaring at him as he sat cross legged, his elbow on his knee and his chin resting on his balled fist. You watched momentarily as the city lights fell over him time and time again. He was certainly good-looking, but his personality was what pushed you away.

You couldn’t do this. You wouldn’t. There was no way you could just go through with this. Not after all the red flags he had shown you and all the things Inui had said. You couldn’t let Koko do this to you—you had to do something. You had to say something, at least.

You let out a shuddering breath, blinking fast as you spoke, “M’not gonna love you.”

He glances at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. He never would have found tears attractive on her. But on you… It was something he could certainly get used to. That’s how he knew he just had to have you. You reminded him of her, but you were definitely different and he liked that; he liked you. And your tears. He had a feeling he would be seeing tears a lot with you from now on. What the cause behind them would be was still up for determination.

You swallowed, a lump forming fast in your throat “Never, I swear. M’never gonna love you—”

“Ha!” He cut you off with a cruel chuckle, turning to look out of the window again. He knew there was no escape for you. And you knew it, too.

“Like you have a choice.” He said.

Reject his money all you want, but he’s going to give it to you whether you like it or not. But that certainly didn’t stop you from being defiant.

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