So I ate that one and saved the good ones for you.” I wanted to make them perfect and first time I did it, the shape came out wrong. He sets the breakfast tray down on the bedside table. You blush, heat creeping up your cheeks as you sit yourself up all the way. “You had a long week so I thought I’d surprise you.” “What’s all this for…?” you wonder, propping yourself up on your elbows. You peer at him through heavy-lidded eyelids, letting out a soft yawn before giving him a sleepy smile. He wakes you with a sweet kiss and homemade pancakes in bed.
Trigger Warnings: Blood, Sadism, Suicide, Death
A/N: I needed some Yandere!Yoosung because I feel like there’s not enough of him and originally this started as something that was going to be terrifying and gory, but it also turned into soul-crushing angst along the way.
