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pairing: yang jeongin x gn! reader. genre: angst. warning: creepy behavior, brief mentions of sex and suicide, toxic mother/son relationship. word count: tbd.

“My son thinks you’re very pretty.” Mrs. Yang broke the silence as she filled your teacup with moroccan mint for the fourth time. Suddenly your blood was boiling. “I wasn’t sure if you were aware.”

Of course you were aware. Mrs. Yang’s son had been sending you love notes filled with romantic confessions and leaving flowers at your usual settings at the community college you both attended for a couple of months now. It seemed like a kind and loving gesture that any person would swoon over, only it wasn’t. The love notes had started off sweet and simple with things like, I think you’re the prettiest out of everyone on campus and You’re so smart. Every time you share the grade you got on a test, I want to ask you to tutor me. You never bothered to write back or at least acknowledge your admirer, though. You knew your dad was strict when it came to dating. But your lack of attention towards the romantic gestures seemed to irritate Mrs. Yang’s son, as the notes became more unstable.

The short notes became lengthy letters, with things like, I want to make love to you and Every time you ignore my presents I contemplate killing myself because I can’t live without you written on them. The flowers started to come with notes too, and written on them were pet names that you had never shown approval of.

When you walked home, you often spotted the Yang boy in your peripheral vision, walking behind you. At first you didn’t care. After all, the two of you were neighbors. But once Mrs. Yang's son’s advances became more aggressive, you started to notice that whenever you stopped to tie your shoe, the boy would suddenly stop to look through his backpack.

It took some time, but you finally snapped when your dad left for a business trip. That meant the house was empty and vulnerable. You were lonely and vulnerable. And as you did the laundry one evening, you came to realize that you were missing multiple pairs of underwear, and that every time you came home from classes, your bedroom window would be wide open.

Mrs. Yang’s comment came out of the blue, just like her invitation to have tea. You knew meeting with the mother of the guy who had an unstable and unrequited affection towards you wasn’t the best idea, especially since said guy could be lurking somewhere inside the house. You wanted the creepy confessions to stop, though, and believed that if anyone could make the Yang boy stop, it would be the Yang mother.

You sighed and tried to relax. “Yes, I am aware.” For the first time since stepping into the Yangs’ household, you didn’t touch your teacup when Mrs. Yang was done refilling it. Each time you had finished, you placed it back on the saucer and sat up, hoping to hint that you just wanted to talk, but the gesture went unnoticed. “That’s actually what I’ve been wanting to talk to you about. For awhile now.”

Mrs. Yang put the tea kettle down and chuckled. “Don’t worry. You have my blessing.”

You suddenly drifted away from irritation and into confusion. When Mrs. Yang noticed your dumbfounded look, she chuckled again.

“I know about my son’s advances toward you. He’s been waiting for your reply, and I figured inviting you over for tea would make it easier on you," Mrs. Yang said matter-of-factly. “It’s common for the uncertainty of a mother’s approval to scare away potential significant others—"

"Potential significant others?” You interrupted, your eye beginning to twitch from hearing the insanity practically spilling out of the older woman's mouth. “Jeongin is twenty.” Your blood was boiling again. “Are you already trying to sell your son off? Did you put him up to this?”

“Of course not!” Mrs. Yang recoiled in horror. “I let all of my kids pick who they desire. I just make sure to explain the importance of a first love. And lend a helping hand, of course.”

Your head was suddenly spinning. Mrs. Yang knew what her son was doing. She had pretty much confirmed it, and had also confirmed that Jeongin had siblings who pretty much did the same thing as him at one point. The urge to throw up washed over you when you realized something else.

I just make sure to explain the importance of a first love. And lend a helping hand of course.

Jeongin always walked behind you on your way home, which meant the two of you reached your houses at similar times, with you reaching yours first. Jeongin was never the one stealing your underwear.

Mrs. Yang was just as weird as her son. There was nothing she could do to help you, but she could do everything to help Jeongin. That included luring you into their house with a friendly gesture while your dad was away, so that no one in the neighborhood would suspect a thing.

You snatched the tea kettle off the table and threw it at Mrs. Yang. Glass shards flew and hot tea splashed all over the Yangs’ beautiful antique sofa.

“You bitch!” Mrs. Yang screamed, blood and tea dripping. She plucked a glass shard out of her left arm and stood up. “I’ll make sure Jeongin hears about this!” She waved one of the fingers from her uninjured arm around.

But you were already running out of the living room, through the web of hallways in the Yangs’ large home. When you reached the foyer you crashed into a hard chest. A bit of false hope shot through you. Maybe it was Jeongin’s father, who you believed was the only sane one in the family. Or maybe your dad had finally returned from his trip, and had come to pick you up.

It wasn’t. It was Jeongin.

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