A story where the player gets played. 

I'm not your puppet, Nakamoto Yuta. 

I am your little puppeteer. 

“And you are?” I asked back. I knew who he was, I just wanted to keep the conversation going. Being silent in a room with Nakamoto Yuta made the atmosphere close to cut-throat.

“You know who I am,” the male quipped, his eyes running over my face, his hands going to touch my bracelet with a light pat. The green on his robe was prominent against the dark black.

“And what are you here for?”

“To make a proposition.” He reached out to grab my wrist, bringing the bracelet up to stare at it.

“And what makes you think I’m interested?” I asked, Nakamoto Yuta’s hands dragging over the bare skin of my arm just for it to stop at the side of my neck.

“Because you’re just like me,” he told me. “Color so dark, it’s almost black. You like the chaos, don’t you? You like the idea of breaking people into pieces. The idea of control.”

“Your point?” I asked, Yuta’s hand dropping to his side, his eyes studying my features.

“I’m going to give it to you, my little puppet. You and me, we’re going to break Jung Jaehyun.”

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The ballroom was filled with people drunk over music and alcohol. My body moved with the music, hips swaying to the beat that echoed through the venue when a hand slid around my waist. The new come presence was enough to make me freeze and I looked down to see thin fingers laid flat on my stomach, Yuta’s drawl coming from my left ear.

“Looking good, princess,” he whispered, his hand traveling to my arm when he spun me around. I lost balance, my face falling forward just for him to wrap his arms around me, his eyes flashing green. “Now that Jaehyun is watching us, why don’t we give him a show?”

I could see Jaehyun turn to look at us, a glass in his hand, his eyes boring onto mine.

“A show you want to give him, a show he gets,” I found myself whispering, a hand going to Yuta’s chin to tilt it up. “Whisper want you want in my ear, loverboy, I’ll give it you.”

My words seemed to have an effect on him, Yuta’s forehead against mine and his growing tent against my thigh with our bodies pressed against each other when the distance between our lips disappeared and we stood in the middle of the ballroom floor, battling for power.

Yuta’s hands gripped my waist, groaning against my lips while our tongues dancing roughly.

My eyes fluttered open to see Jaehyun staring at us.

Unbeknownst to Yuta, Jung Jaehyun took a sip from his glass, a smirk traveling up his face before he winked at me.

I winked back, my fingers treading through Yuta’s hair.

Oh, Nakamoto Yuta.

You think I’m a puppet but I’m here to take what’s mine.

Control.

I’m your little puppeteer.

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Girl you're all the rage, so can we turn the page
Tell me little something little more than just your name
I don't bite, but I heard you might
So let me feed your appetite.
 

Where do we go from here,
Whisper what you want in my ear,
My little puppeteer.

-Puppeteer, Max

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Warnings: implied , or maybe (in later chapters), ual jokes and ing because Yuta likes it liddat. READ FOREWARD.

Characters: dark!yuta, psychotic!yuta, stubborn!yuta & oc, boi!yuta

Genre: romance, slowburn, CRACK (!!), a mix of Harry Potter, Air Bender and idk, so much more. exagerrated comedy and Kim Bunny+Oh Dana. (Because that girl and Dana is a joke in itself)