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jenoslutie · 12 days ago

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— dead from the start

▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. friend!jisung x fem!reader

| warnings. murder, horror & gore, loser and loner!jisung, suggestive content, jisung is literally a psychopath, knife play, graphic depiction of blood & wounds, mention of depression, jisung is lowkey in love idk. this is quite heavy; please don't read if you're sensitive! you've been warned.

| wc. 3.1k

a.n.: happy 1 year to hencheri <3 this is purely fictional don't pmo ty!!

leaning over his car, jisung watches you walking up to him, a radiant smile on your face. he reciprocates, but his mouth doesn’t stretch as high, barely so. you’re wearing shorts and a sweatshirt with your college’s logo on it. he notices your nails are painted white, a different colour as they were yesterday. it’s pretty, he thinks—you’re pretty.

“hey,” you softly greet him once you’ve reached his car, holding your textbooks in your arms.

“hey,” jisung says back once he pushes himself off his car, eyeing you down, staring at your legs. they’re clean, totally flawless, no trace of any accidental scratch or bruise. a blank canvas. he looks back at your face a second after, a faint smirk drawing on his lips. “ready to go?” he asks while opening the passenger door for you.

you nod your head, slipping your backpack off your shoulders before climbing inside. you throw your stuff onto the backseats so you don’t have to put it at your feet and he takes the driver seat, shutting the door, making himself comfortable. he lowers both of your windows to allow the wind to enter the car.

“is our destination still a secret?” you giggle, looking at jisung as he turns on the engine and swiftly pulls out of the parking lot.

“still is.” he doesn’t glance your way as he answers, stopping at the stop sign before taking the right turn.

he told you yesterday that he wanted to show you a place—he wasn’t specific nor too vague, just giving enough details so you wouldn’t be suspicious. you agreed as expected. he said it was a surprise, insisting on the fact that you couldn’t tell your friends—or anyone—about it. not even mention that jisung was bringing you somewhere. you should’ve been worried then, realized that something was weird, but you’re so kind. too kind for your own good.

he can’t really blame you, though. you and jisung have been friends for a couple of months now and he’s been nothing but a good man (your own words). why wouldn’t you trust someone who’s proven to you countless times to be a reliable friend? why would you ever be suspicious of him?

it’s okay to be naive, jisung tells himself. your innocence is admirable to him, it’s precious. too bad it’s also deadly.

at the beginning of the year, jisung was assigned to be your tutor. you struggled in most of your classes and needed some help to get your grades up. you’re so friendly that only after a few meet-ups, you were already hanging out outside campus, introducing your friends to jisung and his to you, even though he doesn’t have as many.

he quickly realized that he was looking forward to your meetings. he was eager to see you, to hear your voice. he knew you felt the same, too. it wasn’t hard to tell; you wore more makeup the days he was tutoring you, bringing him cookies and pastries, even asking him what his favourite dessert was and cooking it for him. even flirting with him and acting shy about it.

he appreciates the attention, he won’t lie. it’s flattering to have a girl as sweet as you attracted to him.

“we make a cute pair,” you said once when you were sitting at a picnic table on campus, textbooks open in front of you. you were repeating what your friends told you and the smile on your face was adorable. he caught himself staring at you, and then he thought to himself that, indeed, you’d make a cute couple.

jisung is now driving onto the high road, tall pine trees surrounding you, streaks of the sunset flashing through the thick branches. the full moon can be seen above you, the sky clear and blue. it’s not an uncommon scenery for you, but you didn’t think jisung would bring you that far away from the city.

he glances your way and you’re looking out of the window, your eyes following the electric poles by the road. the sound of 80s rock music on the radio fills up the car, matching the current mood. it’s a tuesday evening so the road is practically empty, having only passed by two cars.

then, jisung sees far away the familiar dead tree trunk on the side of the road. he lightly pushes down on the brake pedal with his foot, slowing down and putting on the flashers. he drives off to the side and the car finally comes to a halt.

you’re confused for a moment, frowning at jisung. “where… are we- are we here?”

his blank expression doesn’t falter as he looks at you, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “there’s a path down to the lake,” he simply explains.

“oh,” you nod and your frown deepens, processing what jisung just told you.

he unbuckles his belt and as he sees you’re not doing the same, he encourages you. “come on, let’s go,” he smiles, hoping it convinces you, and it works.

you smile in return, laughing lightly. “okay.” you unbuckle your belt and hop out of the car.

jisung watches for a second, making sure you’re not looking at him, before leaning down and picking up the knife and the zip ties he put there this morning in the door’s compartment. he quickly stuffs the items in the front pocket of his jeans.

when he gets out, you turn around to him. “i hope there aren’t too many bugs,” you scowl, “i hate getting bitten.”

“we’re gonna be fine near the water. there’s a fresh breeze tonight,” he tells you, walking into the thick woods, hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

you follow him, stepping over leaves and branches, watching closely where you put your feet. jisung seems at ease here while you’re waving your hands around to get the bugs out of your face. you’re so distracted by them that you don’t see the rock right in front of you and you trip over it, falling over onto your knees and hands.

“shit, you’re okay?” jisung crouches down to you, taking a hold of your arms and helping you back up onto your feet.

“yeah,” you grumble, wincing. you have no visible injuries, just some dirt on your knees and clothes.

“we’re close, i promise,” he chuckles, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a fond smile. or that’s what he tries to do.

you walk behind him, avoiding bugs and trees, groaning when a fly doesn’t want to leave you alone. you wonder if you’re still far away when you finally see the lake from afar, stumbling onto a tiny beach. there are more rocks and dirt than sand, but there’s a beautiful opening to the water.

jisung stands there, looking in front of him, and you pass by him, wanting to get a closer look to the lake. the pine trees are reflecting onto it and the breeze creates movements on the water. it’s quiet, apart from the whistling of the wind, and it feels like you’re the only two people on earth.

“do you come here often?” you ask jisung, still looking ahead of you.

“no, i discovered it last week,” he answers.

you hear his shoes walking on the pebbles behind you. you attempt to turn around to face him, but you’re pushed to the ground before you can do anything. you scream, falling down hard, the small rocks sinking into the bare skin of your hands and legs. you don’t understand what’s happening, your eyes filling up in water at the pain. you try to pull yourself onto your knees, but you’re caged to the ground as jisung straddles your body.

he reaches into his pocket and takes out the zip ties, pinning your hands behind your back. you kick your legs and squirm underneath him, and he’d give it to you for putting up a fight, but jisung prepared himself for this. he knows he can’t fuck this up.

his hands shake as he wraps the plastic tie around your wrists, feeling his heart beating out of his chest, his breathing ragged and shallow. he manages to pull your wrists together and zip the tie, locking your arms behind your back. he ignores your pleas and cries, switching to your legs in an instant. he keeps your legs together with one arm, his fingers rapidly fiddling with the other zip tie and attaching your ankles with it despite his trembling hands. when it’s done, he turns your body around and your face of distress is truly a sight he waited so long to experience.

for the first time in a while, jisung feels himself getting hard. really hard. your mascara has dripped down your cheeks in two black streaks, you have snot falling down from your nostrils, your lips are swollen and covered spit and your face has dirt stains all over it. this is the real you, the you only him will ever get to see. that’s what he really considers as beauty; the true fear and desperation itched onto your face. pretty, that for sure you are.

“j-jisung, please,” you sob, “don’t do this, whatever it is-”

you cut yourself off, gasping in disbelief, as he retrieves the pocket knife he hid in his jeans. he’s totally expressionless, mouth set in a straight line, eyes observing you like you’re a project lab. and maybe that’s what you are.

“i’m sorry,” he says, but it’s obvious that he isn’t, his apology sounds more like a formality than a genuine sentiment. “it’s nothing against you, i swear,” he assures you, his voice low like a whisper, the deepness of it making you shudder. “you know i like you…”

“why, then?” you exclaim, desperate. “i don’t- i don’t understand…” you cry violently, your body shaking from the intensity of your tears. they flow from your eyes in a cascade, rolling down the side of your face.

jisung plays with the knife, waving it in front of your eyes, his own following the blade, looking at it like it’s a toy. “you could never understand someone like me, baby,” he mutters and you wouldn’t have been able to tell what he said if you weren’t so close. “but i’m grateful you want to, though.”

it’s the truth. jisung always knew he was different even as he was a child. he was being called a creep by the other kids, teachers thought he was depressed because he would never smile or talk with the others. he was just not interested in colouring books or playing soccer, he preferred collecting bugs, even the grossest ones, scavenging through the woods and kill stuff. watch it die.

he was an angsty teen, his parents would always justify. his love for gore and horror was just a phase, as well as his fascination for death. just a phase.

jisung thought that, too. until it continued and became an obsession.

“ji, you can’t do… this,” you try to dissuade him, to make him realize that he’s going too far—even if the start was already it. “please,” you cry louder, “don’t hurt me.”

he looks into your eyes, almost empathizing with you. “i have to.”

jisung stares at you for a little longer, your tummy heaving up and down at the pace of your sobs and irregular breathing, hair sticking to your forehead because of the sweat, the sunset casting a warm glow over your face. he feels how tight his pants are, his hard cock straining against them. he expected this to happen, but he didn’t plan on doing anything about it. it would be too big of a distraction.

“ji-jisung,” you call his name again, hiccuping, and his gaze falls onto your lips. they’re bleeding, probably because you’ve bitten into them too hard, breaking the skin with your teeth.

he sets the knife aside, away from your reach, and he puts his hands on either side of your head, hovering over you. “kiss me?” he gently asks, his breath tickling your face as he speaks. your lips are trembling. from this close, jisung can smell your perfume, the one you sprayed on surely thinking about him, wondering if he’d like it. and he does. smells sweet just like you.

you make a small noise, probably a whimper, before hesitantly attaching your lips to his. the kiss is shy, just a little peck, not allowing jisung to know what you taste like.

“cute,” he comments, grinning at you, amused by your shyness.

he dives in, actually kissing you, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. your moan is muffled, surprised by the lead jisung is taking. he grabs your face and uses his hold on it to move you around how he desires, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. it lasts for a long, sloppy minute until jisung decides to pull away.

he gulps down, remembering all the scenarios he made up in his mind about you. his knife under your throat, fucking you on the backseats of his car, threatening to slice it open if you move even slightly. luring you into an empty alleyway, using you against the brick wall of a bulding, panties pooling around your ankles, knees shaking.

now you’re underneath him, limbs tied together, knife waiting to sink into you.

remembering what he brought you here for, he picks the knife back up from the ground and presses the blade against your uncovered stomach, your sweatshirt having ridden up during your struggle. it draws blood and you cry out, wriggling in his hold. jisung is focused, watching with sick curiosity the red blood pooling out of the fresh cut.

just as he’s about to go in deeper, a cracking sound is heard from the woods. jisung stops and glances up, waiting for something to come out. understanding there might be a chance to escape him, you scream at the top of your lungs, thumping your feet against the ground.

jisung shoots you a hard glare and immediately wraps his free hand around your throat, tightening until your air flow is cut off. it shuts you up, visibly struggling to breathe. he silently watches you fight for air until suddenly something jumps out of the tall grass; a rabbit.

he loosens his grip from around your neck and you cough, your throat itching and your eyes stinging. jisung smirks, “we’re alone here. unless you expect a rabbit to come save you.”

the animal doesn’t stay long, quickly running back into the woods, startled by all the noises you both make.

“it can be quick, or it can be very long,” he says. “i’ll let you decide.”

your bottom lip juts out, trying so hard to not burst into tears again. your gaze flicks downward to where the tip of the blade is poking into your stomach, right under your bellybutton. a shiver travels through you and goosebumps appear on your skin, hair rising up. you squirm underneath him, wanting to free yourself from jisung’s grip, but you obviously can’t.

“why- why are you doing this to m-me…” your voice is shaky, unstable, on the verge of tears. even if you could understand him, understand his reasons, he doesn’t think it would change anything.

he sighs, bringing his knife to your cheek instead, his hand around your throat moving up to your jaw. “does it really matter now, baby?” jisung frowns. “i like you, i really do.” he can see the fear in your eyes, the utter distress… and the desperate need to stay alive. “... and even if i could explain it to you, find the right words to describe… my feelings, this will end the same way as i intended it.”

you let out a whimper, and just as he thinks it’s over, you manage to lift your knees up and kick him forward, making jisung lose his balance. you push him off of you with your feet and you succeed to escape from underneath him. you turn yourself around and with all your strength, you get onto your knees, but with your hands tied behind your back, you find yourself unable to get up on your feet.

there’s no way out of this.

jisung is faster than you and catches you in a second, fingers tightening around the handle of his pocket knife. he grabs the front of your throat and quickly pulls you back against him, stabbing you in the lower stomach. you gasp out, and to jisung’s surprise, you don’t scream, like the breath was taken out of you the moment his blade pierced through you. he looks over your shoulder down to your belly and drags the knife an inch to the side, opening you up. blood flows out, it’s thick and warm, and the metallic scent is stronger than he thought.

you fall forward and jisung follows, delicately laying you down on the ground under him. he retrieves his knife and that’s when he hears a sob tearing up from your throat, guts spilling out, completely covering his hand in your blood. he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with a shaking hand, watching your face with so much adoration, so much love. he kisses the corner of your lips and another gasp leaves you, barely audible like a gentle whisper.

it takes around 5 minutes for jisung to bring you back to his car and hide your body in the trunk. you spilled a lot of blood on the way, but he doesn’t worry too much about it. he’ll come back tomorrow.

at school, your friends ask about you. did you actually ghost everyone and skip an entire day of classes? you’re not the kind to do that. jisung says he hasn’t seen you since your last tutoring session and it’s technically true. your meeting at the lake never happened.

you’re reported missing on the third day. your face is on the news, on the school’s billboard, even scotched onto random electric poles around the city. you’re said to be last seen wearing your college’s sweatshirt, jean shorts and blue nail polish. your nails weren’t blue, they were white. even jisung, who rarely cares about that stuff, noticed it.

after the first week, people are hopeful, and they still are even after a month. they can find you, the police says. come back to us, your parents beg. your friends post about you on their social media accounts, asking everyone to call them if they see you.

then a year passes and still nothing. other ads and pictures of missing pets are scattered over your missing reports, the corners ripped and ink wiped off by the rain. you’re merely a tragic memory now.

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a.n.: idk what i just wrote lol sorry. or not? 🤭 i'm really... scared, but at the same time i find this so tame, wtv. my goal with this is to have your stomach twisting!!! like, will he do it or not!? btw i was so close to add noncon and make reader stay alive but it really just didn't fit... so hopefully it's good as it is. anyway i think i'm really satisfied with the result, im not sure sjsjsj

but please i am begging on my knees pls send feedback on this!! i would appreciate it a ton and i feel like this is kinda special... pls consider reblogging if you liked it, this helps me a lot and also helps more people to see my post c: thank you <3 don't let me down!!

#okay i’m OBSESSED???#this was so good #i normally don’t read stuff like this but HELLOOOOOOOO #your brain is so #nngngggghhhhh #nabis fic recs

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