❛𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛❜ [LMK Oneshots] (Platonic & Romantic Yandere)

Focus (Sun Wukong x MK)

A/N: :v/🍑🍜
A short scenario, about a Mentor and his Student, mostly revolving around Wukong's perspective.

TW: Hostage, Forced Isolation, Mentions of Murder, Obsession, Narcissistic Mindset, and Toxic Relationship.

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Pausing for a moment, The anthropomorphic monkey, couldn't help but cackle loudly at the observation, given to him by his treasured prodigy. Not even the other room, filled with centuries-old artifacts could compare to the worth, of his prized human being, that's standing in front of the training ground.

"Wukong, please, It's been more than a week"

The immortal being observed his successor, golden-hued eyes staring intently at every fighting stance, MK did. He, watched as the brunette, extended out his leg to kick the makeshift villain, made with haybale and old sacks, trying to knock it down from the concrete floor, only for it, to bounce back again by the use of Wukong's abilities, a soft amber glow with every use.

Each time, it happened, It was met, with short strings, of exhausted groaning from MK-Just another training scheme, and was done on purpose to keep his prodigy busy.

"Why the rush, bud? It only feels like a few seconds"

Eyes, staring at his prodigy like a predator, as if getting ready to strike or pounce, at any time for his next meal.

"I haven't checked on my other friends, I think I should leave even for a while"

The chestnut-furred monkey took in, all the surroundings, and even went through a journey to the west twice in a row, yet the only scenery he wanted to see, was and still, is MK.

Especially, the way, the male, begged and whined, to be taught all his tricks & abilities, of the Monkey King, himself. It made his stone heart, ache so badly as it meant that he was the only Mentor, this stubborn kid wanted.

But- there was distraction everywhere, Too much of it. Sun Wukong was, and believed to be a good mentor, He refused to let any nonsensical things, distract his student, his only prodigy from reaching their true potential.

"It's been a while, they must be worried now." The tanned-skinned male continued. The only words, that came past his lips, were about his friends, concern laced in their tone.

It somewhat, irritated the Great Sage, as the only words MK, should be saying, is compliment and praise on how grateful he is, to have the Monkey King, be his tutor-Not those distractions.

"I promised I message them, when I arrive here, just to be sure that I'm safe but ever since you confiscated my phone, It's been difficult to do so.." There was sweat, forming on MK's forehead, and the Great Sage kept, on watching how the young adult, wiped his sweat off, by lifting the hem, of his white shirt; which was already drenched by other liquids, showing a bit of his stomach, taking note that the training, made him more toned.

"Like! Maybe they're in trouble?"

"You're overthinking, bud, Don't you like training with the great Sun Wukong? "

"I do! I do but, I just wanna check up on my other friends too"

Eyes, that observed every detail and every facial expression.

"Other friends? Buddy. Listen Listen. Train a bit longer with me, I promise to let you see them.. sooner or later. "

Hopping off his flying cloud, The Monkey King, placed one hand behind his back and took a step forward, invading his student's personal space-but does it matter, If It was personal? A teacher should be aware of every nook and cranny of their pupil.

"Fine-"

" Don't look so sad... Kid, Just know you're lucky to hang with the Great Sage equal to heaven. Not everyone gets the chance. Don't you feel lucky? Don't you like me? "

He, pressed his hand, which was covered with light brown patches, of fur with long nails, extruding from his fingertips; could be called claws at this point, and extended out his index finger, tracing a circle on the white fabrics, of the shirt.

His nails, lightly clawing the lad's skin, and single clothing couldn't protect his prodigy, from all those scratch marks.

"I mean, I still do but I..-I have a life outside all these mystic monkey businesses too..." The male, in his early adult years, spoke out, lips quivering maybe from the cold, or was it the stone-like touch on his chest. It wasn't warm, like a furnace whenever Wukong would hug him, a bit too tightly

This touch, one was cold.
As he intended it to be.

"You need to focus, MK"

The Great Sage, Equal to Heaven clicked his tongue in utter bitterness, which frightened the boy, as shown by how they slowly took a step back, eyebrows furrowed and the corner of his eyes wrinkled.

"You're only a good student because I'm a good teacher"

He spoke rather bluntly, which stunned the young adult, even more, before being taken by surprise, by the Self Proclaimed Sage's sudden push, a golden halo surrounding him, with ancient writing, etched onto it, that sent him flying backward.

Push, was more of an understatement.

The adult, roughly landed on the edge of the cliff, the rocks scraping his knee. Although MK could have gotten up, and stopped him from falling from the edge of the cliff. He was bewildered, thinking that this was another training that Wukong, planned for him, but was this even training? The dark-eyed male, winced in pain, after hearing what Sun Wukong, had to say next.

"Guess I'll just..have to get rid of the others"

That single phrase shook MK to the core, making him speechless, not saying a single word but his expression said it all.

"What kind of Teacher, would I be, If I let my student get distracted?"

Eyes, that were fixated on seeing every movement the young adult did, every twitch his finger made from terror, or the small tics MK, made when got frustrated, every blink, when dust got in their eye, just everything and every detail.

" You need to focus, MK"

Sun Wukong, sprinted towards the male, on the ground in a single second, their clothes coated with dust and dirt, He roughly grabbed the brunette's chin, forcing them to look him straight in the eye, no longer being gentle, or pushing down his aggressiveness. He'd grown tired and relentless of acting so prim and proper. Everything was so rushed, yet he couldn't help but finally snap, at them. This was for their own good.

The immortal being, refused to be a bad mentor to his favorite disciples.

"Focus on me"