I got bored one morning in class and asked chatgpt to write me short stories so i'm posting them here for you too! Hope you enjoy these! <3
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Genre is toxic meaning it will be a dark chapter. Idol : Kim Sunoo
It was always like this.
The pattern had long since worn itself into something familiar, something Sunoo could no longer escape. Every heated glance, every touch that lingered just a moment too long, was an unspoken promise. And yet, with each passing day, it became clearer that their love—if it could even be called that—was nothing but a dangerous game, a cruel dance that neither of them knew how to stop.
You had entered his life like a storm. There was no warning, no chance to prepare. One minute, everything was calm—normal—and the next, you were there, demanding his attention, pulling him in, wrapping him in a web of words and smiles that made him forget everything he thought he knew.
He couldn't resist you. Not when your eyes sparkled with that knowing glint, not when your lips curled into that smirk that told him you knew exactly what he wanted.
And yet, it was never enough.
He'd seen it in the way you manipulated every situation, in the way you twisted words into weapons, using them to keep him hooked. You were always the one in control, always the one making the rules. Sunoo knew that deep down. He'd just never been able to admit it.
It was a cycle that played out time and time again—moments of tenderness followed by sharp, biting arguments that left them both raw. They'd fight until their throats were sore, until the silence afterward felt like an abyss, swallowing them whole. But it was never enough to pull away. He never wanted to leave, even when every instinct told him to.
He stared at you now, across the small, dimly lit room. You were sitting on the edge of the couch, scrolling through your phone, oblivious to his gaze. The tension between you two was palpable, thick enough to cut through. They'd had one of those fights again, the kind that left him feeling hollowed out, yet still desperate for your attention. You had apologized, of course—apologized in that way that felt more like a game than genuine remorse. The apology wasn't for making him feel small or insignificant. No, it was for the fact that the fight wasn't over yet, that you hadn't won completely.
And so, they waited. Each of them playing their part. You pretending you were unaffected, Sunoo pretending he didn't care.
But he did. He cared too much.
"Sunoo," you said, your voice soft but carrying an edge he couldn't ignore. "Are you still mad at me?"
He clenched his jaw. "I don't know. Am I?"
You met his eyes for the first time since the argument started, and there it was—that look. The one that always made his chest tighten, a mix of irritation and longing, like you were daring him to walk away, daring him to give up on this twisted connection.
Your lips curled into that faint, taunting smile that he had learned to hate—and yet, still found himself drawn to.
"Don't pretend," you murmured, leaning in closer. "You don't want to walk away. You never do."
He wanted to deny it, to stand up and leave. But the truth was, he couldn't. Not when you held him like this—without touching him, without even trying. You knew exactly how to keep him in place, how to remind him that nothing was ever simple between the two of you.
"You think this is funny?" Sunoo asked, his voice colder than he intended.
You shrugged casually, your fingers still tapping at the phone. "I think you like the drama, Sunoo. You wouldn't stay if you didn't."
There it was. That poison. The realization that this wasn't love—it was something far darker, far more twisted. You didn't want him because you loved him. You wanted him because you could control him, because you knew how to pull him back in, every time he tried to walk away.
"I'm not your toy," Sunoo muttered, standing abruptly.
For a moment, you didn't react. You didn't even flinch. Then, finally, you put your phone down, and your gaze softened, though the flicker of triumph in your eyes didn't escape him.
"You think I don't know that?" you asked, voice low. "I don't need to control you, Sunoo. You're already mine."
The words were like ice, each syllable a cut, a reminder of how much he had already lost to you.
His fists clenched at his sides. "No, I'm not. I'm not yours, not anymore."
"You'll always be mine," you said, standing up and stepping closer, the challenge in your gaze unmistakable. "Because you can't leave. You never will."
Sunoo wanted to scream, to tell you how much he hated the way you made him feel, how much he hated that he couldn't break free. But instead, he stood there, frozen in place, because deep down, he knew you were right. He couldn't leave you.
Because in the end, there was nothing left of him but the hollow space you'd carved in his heart.
And you knew that. You always had.
"Don't you get it?" you whispered, your voice dangerously sweet. "You and I... we're not like other people. We can't live without this. And that's what makes us perfect for each other."
Sunoo stood there in silence, staring at you—at the girl who had turned his world into something unrecognizable—and for the first time, he wondered if maybe you were right.
