La Mia Fuga Seventeen Yandere Series | #13: Choi Seungcheol | S.coups x Reader
Genre: Psychological Thriller, Dark Romance, Yandere, Angst
Summary: You ran and even though S.coups wasn't there, his other members found you and keep you captive during the remaining days of Nana Tour. After months of hiding, Seungcheol’s brothers drag you back to him— wounded, betrayed, and waiting. This time, there’s no escape.
The villa was eerily quiet.
You had been asleep, lulled by the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the Amalfi cliffs. The bed you had grown accustomed to in the past two months felt warmer tonight, but you had ignored it, convincing yourself it was just the lingering heat from the summer air.
And that’s when you realized...
A sharp gasp left your lips, but before you could move, before you could scream, a firm hand clamped over your mouth.
“Shh,” Joshua’s voice murmured against your ear. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be, y/n.”
Panic surged through you, your body thrashing instinctively, but another set of hands pinned you down.
“Damn,” Mingyu huffed, his grip tightening around your wrists not enough to leave bruises. “You always make things difficult for him, don’t you?”
Your breath came in short, frantic gasps.
This couldn’t be happening.
“Relax,” Seungkwan cooed from the foot of the bed, his usual warmth laced with something off. “We’re not gonna hurt you.”
Not physically, at least.
You kicked out, desperate, but a low chuckle filled the room.
“Still a fighter,” Wonwoo mused, stepping into view. His glasses glinted under the dim light, but his gaze remained impassive. “Not that it matters.”
Terror crawled up your throat.
You should have never let your guard down.
“Seungcheol-hyung is waiting,” Minghao said simply, as if that statement alone sealed your fate.
Because even after two months of silence, two months of running, you knew.
Seungcheol never stopped waiting.
Never stopped needing you back.
Your vision blurred as Joshua’s grip loosened, replacing the suffocating pressure with something more… gentle.
You should have leave the country immediately when you caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette in the crowded Piazza Grande.
You should have run the moment you spotted Wonwoo and Jun at a distance, sitting outside a café, dressed in a casual white shirt and short with their name on the front, seemingly one of the tourists.
How naive of you to think they hadn't saw you.
You should've run to protect your freedom.
But you hadn’t and that's how things lead into this...
Them, tracking your location and them who will lead you back to him.
A cold shiver run down your spine with that last thought. No! They couldn't bring you back to him, he'll be so mad at you.
Although Seungcheol hadn't hurt you once, physical, this time you doubt it.
You betrayed and trick him that's why you escape and now you don't know what he'll do to you once they bring you back to Seoul and to him.
“Please,” you choked out, your voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, they stilled.
“Oh, love.” He crouched beside you, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. His touch was featherlight, deceivingly soft. “You should’ve known better.”
The walls felt like they were closing in.
Jun leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, head tilted in amusement. “This would’ve been easier if you had just come back on your own.”
Your nails dug into your palms. “I—I’m not going back.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
“That’s cute,” Vernon muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
But it was Chan who delivered the final blow.
He leaned in, eyes gleaming under the dim light.
“You don’t have a choice.”
“He's been out of it since you left. Even have injurybthat can cause his career, all because you left.” Jeonghan's sweet voice echoes in the whole villa. “Aren't you guilty? It's because of you he's not here with us to enjoy a vacation. You should take responsibility right... Y/n?” he added, gently stroking your face and tucking your hair that fall down your face behind your ear.
“As if she have a choice. Get her already, we need to tell S.coups we found her here.” Woozi's cold voice cut the silence after Jeonghan that makes the latter chuckles angelically.
Jeonghan is a devil in disguise despite having an angelic face.
You didn't argue when they guided you to stand up, make you wear a black hoodie to conceal your identity.
You knew that they were right.
You don't have choice in this.
They had kept you in to a luxurious hotel, delivering you food every day until the remaining days of Nana Tour has come to an end.
And when it happened, they forcefully took you with them back to Seoul. That's why you found yourself in this situation. Trapped between Joshua and Jeonghan in a black van going back to your prison. Seungcheol's place.
He already know you were coming back to him because they tell him that they have you the moment they locked you in a hotel after finding you.
The drive back to the house that become your cage was suffocating.
The heavy presence sitting beside you was enough.
You expect a full on scream in range when they finally brought you to him but all you met was a silent Seungcheol and it makes your blood run cold.
There's nothing good of him being silent when he's mad.
Seungcheol hadn’t said a word since they brought you to him.
Not when you were escorted into the house by Joshua and Mingyu.
Not when you had weakly struggled, knowing full well it was pointless.
Not even when they finally placed you in front of him.
But the weight of his gaze was unbearable.
He sat there, one arm resting against the sofa he was sitting, his eyes dark and unreadable.
Your lips parted, but the look in his eyes stopped you cold.
The others lingered in the background, but this moment, this reckoning, was for you and him alone.
Seungcheol finally exhaled, his grip tightening around his cane.
“Do you know what it was like?”
“To wake up every day without you?”
A lump formed in your chest.
Seungcheol let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head.
His fingers twitched, as if resisting the urge to reach for you.
Because when he spoke next,
“You’re never leaving again.” he said, voice full of authority. “And if you try again, ” he trailed of, gesturing you to come closer to him.
You didn't want too but your body move on its own as if paralyzed in the way he gaze at you.
Once you're in his reach he pulls you down gently, your face so close to each other that one wrong move and your lips will touch.
“I promise you won’t be able to take another step again, baby.” he said in a gentle but threatening voice before kissing the corner of your lips that makes your blood run cold.
You know he wasn't the type to abused you physically but...
A/N: La Mia Fuga (My Escape) has come to an end. Thank you for reading this series yeorobun!🫶
