#I don't wanna live a day without you; I just wanna be the one that makes you happy / NikoZai
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Nikolai was sleeping peacefully at Dazai's side. Today was Valentine's Day, and them being a couple, they were accepted to take the day off. So there was no alarm to wake them..
The kids were already taken by Bailey so Nikolai and Dazai could have the day to themselves. Though-- Nikolai still got the kids some stuff for when they came back. Mostly candy and plushies...
The clown was still asleep by the time Dazai would wake up. He had a cute look on his face as he snoozed, occasionally twitching a little bit in his sleep-- but the smile on his face would tell Dazai that his twitches were not from any bad dreams...
#kitxkatrp#I don't wanna live a day without you; I just wanna be the one that makes you happy / NikoZai#Hey put on a happy face; Then everything's okay / Nikolai
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my funny valentine
PAIRING ↬ best friend!lee donghyuck x fem!reader
TAGS ↬ thriller, horror, suspense, romance, crack, tooth fairy haechan, <- trust me that'll make sense, they play detectives, stalker au, valentines au, flirty jaemin, songwriter and poet mark lee, painter renjun, they all kinda down bad for y/n a little though
WARNINGS ↬ teeth. and it's gross. also stalkers !!
SUMMARY ↬ for valentines day all you wanted to do was chill with your best friend. unfortunately for you, there's a little someone claiming to be your secret admirer bringing you cryptic valentine's day gifts. you brush it off until the gifts start getting more and more sinister. can you and haechan solve this mystery before it's too late? (and can he confess some of his own feelings to you while he's at it?)
WORD COUNT ↬ 4.8k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ while this may not be a FUNNY fic, it’s very heavily inspired by MISAMO’s “Funny Valentine” so please go check that song out and give it some love <33
PLAYLIST ↬ the wolf - siames; stalker’s tango - autoheart; bust your knee caps - pomplamoose; smoke and mirrors - jayn; tag, you’re it - melanie martinez; funny valentine - misamo
The air outside is crisp, a reminder that winter hasn’t fully let go, despite the pink and red decorations plastered across storefronts. Valentine’s Day is a week away, and yet, as you step out of your apartment, the holiday is the furthest thing from your mind.
Until you nearly trip over something at your doorstep.
A single red rose rests against the welcome mat, its petals velvety and deep, almost too perfect to be real. A small, cream-colored card, tied around with a black ribbon sits at the center.
You bend down, fingers brushing over the card as you flip it open.
“You don’t see me for who I am, but I see you.”
A strange shiver trails down your spine.
You glance around the hallway of your apartment complex. The usual dull lighting flickers slightly, and the air is still. No sounds of footsteps, no hushed whispers from neighbors. Just silence.
A prank? A weird marketing gimmick? Maybe even a mistaken delivery? You don’t have a secret admirer. Or at least, not one you know of.
Still, you tuck the note into your pocket and step back inside, leaving the rose on the counter as you grab your phone. Without thinking, you call the one person who would get a kick out of this.
The line barely rings before Haechan picks up.
"Yo, what’s up?" His voice is warm, laced with the lazy charm that makes it impossible to tell whether he's just woken up or has been up scheming since dawn.
“You’ll never guess what I just found at my door.”
“You finally got that Amazon package you forgot you ordered?”
“No, you idiot.” You roll your eyes, staring at the rose. “A gift. A creepy one.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then, Haechan’s intrigued hum. “Creepy, huh? You have my attention. Spill.”
You quickly relay the details—the rose, the note, the unsettling feeling gnawing at your gut. You half-expect him to laugh it off, but instead, his voice drops into something quieter, more serious.
"And you're sure it wasn't left at the wrong door?"
"I’m not sure about that. My name wasn’t on it, but my neighbors are men. Who would do this to a guy?”
Another pause. Then, a small chuckle. "Well, well. Looks like you’ve got yourself a secret admirer."
"Not funny."
"Are you kidding? It’s hilarious." You can practically hear his grin through the phone. "You're living in a real-life romance movie. Or a horror movie. Either way, I’m invested."
You sigh, rubbing your temple. "So what do I do? Just… ignore it?"
"Absolutely not. We investigate. Duh."
Your brows furrow. "Investigate? It's probably just some dumb joke."
"Or," he counters, voice dripping with amusement, "it's the beginning of something way more interesting. C'mon, don't you wanna know who’s behind this? What if it’s some insanely hot dude or chick who’s just so in love with you but socially inept?”
You scoff. "Yeah, because nothing says romance like borderline stalking."
"Hey, some people are just dedicated," he teases. "Look at those BookTok people. And tell you what—meet me at the café in an hour. Bring the note. I wanna see it."
"You’re actually taking this seriously?"
"Of course! A mystery has landed right at your doorstep. And as your best friend, it is my duty to help you solve it."
You sigh. Haechan has always been dramatic.
"Fine," you relent. "But if it turns out to be a stupid prank, you owe me coffee."
"You got it, Valentine."
The café is buzzing with the usual mid-morning crowd: college students hunched over laptops, couples sharing pastries, baristas calling out names over the hum of conversation. The scent of coffee and warm vanilla lingers in the air, comforting and familiar.
You spot Haechan immediately. He’s lounged in the corner booth, one arm draped over the back of the seat, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he watches you approach.
“Took you long enough,” he teases as you slide into the seat across from him. “I was starting to think your mystery lover got to you first.”
You roll your eyes, fishing the note out of your pocket and dropping it onto the table in front of him. “Here. Do your thing, Sherlock.”
Haechan picks up the note with exaggerated care, holding it between his fingers like it’s a sacred artifact. He squints, tilts his head, even sniffs it dramatically before nodding. “Yep. Just as I suspected.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Which is?”
“This is definitely paper.”
You snatch the note back, smacking his arm with it. “Wow, incredible deduction dipshit.”
He laughs, dodging your hand before leaning in, his expression shifting into something more thoughtful. “No, but seriously. This is weird. The handwriting is neat, almost too neat. Like someone either really took their time or… copied it.”
You frown. “Copied it?”
“Yeah. Like, I dunno, tracing someone else's writing. See how the pressure is kinda uneven in some spots? It’s like they were trying too hard to be precise.”
You blink, staring at him. “Since when are you an expert in handwriting analysis?”
Haechan grins, tapping his temple. “I watch a lot of crime documentaries. Also, Renjun had a forgery phase in middle school, so I picked up a few things.”
“Of course he did,” you mutter, shaking your head. “Okay, so say you’re right—what does that mean?”
“It means whoever wrote this was really careful about not being recognized.” He leans back, drumming his fingers on the table. “Which makes me think this isn’t just some dumb prank. They don’t want you to know who they are.”
That unsettling feeling from earlier creeps back up your spine.
“What if it’s someone we know?” you ask, voice quieter now.
Haechan tilts his head, considering. “Could be. Or it could be some rando with a crush. Either way, we have a mission. I’ll show you just how good a duo we’ll be.”
You exhale. “And that mission is…?”
“To find out who’s been leaving you love letters, obviously.” He grins, reaching for his coffee. “And if they turn out to be hot, I take full credit for setting you up.”
You snort, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.”
“Hey, I take my best friend duties very seriously.”
You roll your eyes, but still can’t help but feel a bit uneasy by it all.
The uneasy feeling from the café lingers as you make your way home.
"They don’t want you to know who they are."
"What if it’s someone we know?"
You shake the thoughts away as you unlock your door, stepping inside. The first thing you notice is the rose, still resting on the counter where you left it. Something about it feels different now—less like a mystery and more like a warning.
You inhale deeply, trying to push the paranoia aside. Maybe this is all just a prank. Maybe Haechan’s just hyping it up because he loves drama. Maybe—
Your phone buzzes.
[Unknown Number]: Did you like my first gift?
A sharp jolt of fear twists in your stomach. Your fingers tighten around your phone as you stare at the message.
Not a prank.
Your mouth runs dry as you hesitate before typing back.
[You]: Who is this?
Three dots appear. Then disappear. Then appear again.
[Unknown Number]: You’ll see soon enough.
Your heart pounds.
And then… three quick knocks on your front door.
You jump, whipping around to stare at it. The knock surprisingly wasn’t loud nor aggressive. However it got the message across.
Slowly, you step forward, peeking through the peephole. The hallway is empty. With a shaky breath, you unlock the door and crack it open just enough to peek outside.
A small, velvet box sits on your welcome mat.
Another gift.
You glance both ways down the hall—still empty. Whoever left it is already gone.
Heart hammering, you crouch down and carefully pick up the box, stepping back inside before locking the door behind you. Your fingers tremble slightly as you open it.
Inside is a delicate silver locket, its chain coiled neatly in the box. You hold it up to the light, examining the intricate engravings along the edges. It’s beautiful—almost vintage.
But when you pry it open, your breath catches in your throat.
Inside is a tiny photograph. One you recognize immediately.
It’s you.
You, standing outside your apartment building, smiling at the camera. But what makes your stomach turn is the person beside you.
Because there was someone beside you. But their face has been completely scratched out. And you have no idea who it is.
Your pulse roars in your ears as your grip tightens around the locket.
This isn’t a joke.
You fumble for your phone and dial Haechan’s number. He picks up almost immediately.
"Yo, miss me already?"
"Haechan." Your voice comes out unsteady, breathless. "It happened again."
A pause. Then, his tone shifts. It’s calm, but sharper now. "I’m coming over."
Fifteen minutes. That’s all it takes for Haechan to show up at your door, slightly out of breath, a bag of convenience store snacks in one hand and his phone in the other.
“Okay,” he says, pushing past you into the apartment, “give me the rundown. And before you ask, yes, I brought emergency snacks because I know you stress-eat.”
You let the door swing shut behind him, arms crossed. “Haechan, this is serious.”
“I am taking it seriously.” He tosses a bag of chips onto the counter before turning to you. “Now, tell me everything before I assume you’ve been cursed by a Victorian ghost.”
You exhale, pulling the velvet box from your pocket and flipping it open. “I found this at my door. Look inside.”
Haechan steps closer, peering down at the locket. He picks it up, flipping it open with careful fingers. His expression shifts immediately—the usual mischief in his eyes dims, replaced by something darker.
“The hell…?” He traces a thumb over the scratched-out face in the photo. “Okay. This? This is officially creepy.”
“No kidding,” you mutter, rubbing your arms as if that will rid you of the lingering unease. “It’s my photo, Haechan. And someone ruined it.”
He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at the image. When he finally looks up, his gaze is sharp. “Where did they even get this picture?”
“I don’t know. That’s what freaks me out.” You sit on the edge of your couch, fingers gripping the fabric of your sweater. “Someone had to have taken it themselves. But I don’t remember anyone standing next to me like this.”
Haechan clicks his tongue, flipping the locket shut. “Alright. That settles it. We need a suspect list.”
You blink. “You say that like this is some kind of crime show.”
“Well, yeah,” he deadpans. “Except way more fun because it’s happening to you.”
You throw a pillow at his head. He dodges it effortlessly, grinning.
“Okay, okay,” he says, plopping down next to you. “Real talk. Do you know anyone who might be obsessed with you? Secret admirer type, or maybe even an ex with attachment issues?”
You think for a moment. And then—
“…Jaemin.”
Haechan’s brows shoot up. “Jaemin?”
You nod, stomach twisting. “He flirts with me constantly, even when I brush him off. Plus, I know I’ve caught him taking pictures of me before, but he always plays it off like it’s just a joke.”
Haechan leans back, considering. “Okay. Solid lead. What’s our game plan?”
You chew on your lip before standing. “We ask him directly.”
Haechan grins, standing up beside you. “Ooooh, an interrogation? Spicy.”
You roll your eyes, shoving your phone into your pocket. “Let’s just get this over with.”
And with that, the two of you head out—ready to confront the first suspect.
Jaemin’s usual hangout is the campus library, though calling it “studying” is generous. More often than not, he’s lounging in one of the oversized chairs, scrolling through his phone, pretending to be busy.
That’s exactly where you find him now, stretched out with his feet propped up on another chair, earbuds in, humming to himself.
Haechan nudges you. “Your not-so-secret admirer is in his natural habitat.”
You sigh, straightening your shoulders before striding over. Jaemin looks up just as you plant your hands on the table in front of him.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets smoothly, pulling out an earbud. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Haechan plops down beside him. “We have some questions.”
Jaemin raises an eyebrow. “We?”
“Yeah,” you say, crossing your arms. “And you’re going to answer them.”
His lips twitch, amused. “Sounds serious.”
“It is serious,” you snap, pulling out the locket and placing it in front of him. “Know anything about this?”
Jaemin’s gaze flickers to the locket, and for the first time, his smirk falters. His fingers twitch like he wants to pick it up, but he hesitates.
“What is this?” he asks, voice quieter now.
“You tell me,” you say. “It showed up at my door today. Someone left it for me, along with a creepy note. And considering how often you love taking pictures with me, I thought I’d start with you.”
Jaemin’s jaw tightens. “You think I gave you this?”
Haechan tilts his head. “Well, you do flirt with Y/N like it’s your full-time job.”
Jaemin exhales through his nose, leaning forward. “Okay, yeah, I flirt. But this?” He taps the locket. “This isn’t me. I’d never scratch out my own damn face.”
Your stomach clenches. “So you recognize the picture?”
Jaemin hesitates for half a second too long. Then, he shakes his head. “No.”
You and Haechan exchange a look.
“You’re lying,” Haechan accuses. “Dude, you hesitated.”
Jaemin runs a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I don’t know where this came from, but I’ve seen that photo before. Just… not like this.”
Your pulse quickens. “Where?”
Another pause. Then, reluctantly, Jaemin mutters, “Renjun’s phone.”
Both you and Haechan freeze.
“What?” Haechan blurts. “Why would Renjun have a picture of Y/N on his phone?”
Jaemin shrugs. “No clue. It was a while ago. I remember seeing it and asking why he had it, but he just brushed me off. Thought it was weird, but not, y’know—this weird.” He gestures to the locket.
You stare at him, heart pounding. Could it be Renjun?
Haechan crosses his arms. “Alright, Nana. We’ll put you on the ‘maybe’ list for now. But if we find out you’re lying…” He drags a finger across his throat dramatically.
Jaemin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Can I go back to existing now?”
You nod slowly, mind already racing ahead.
If Renjun had that photo… What else did he have?
And what would the next gift be?
The walk back to your apartment is tense. Haechan is uncharacteristically quiet beside you, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, his brows furrowed in thought.
"You okay?" you ask.
He exhales through his nose. "Just thinking. If Jaemin’s telling the truth, why would Renjun have that picture?"
"That’s what we’re going to find out," you murmur.
When you finally reach your apartment door, a chill runs down your spine. Sitting on your welcome mat is another small box, this time heart-shaped and a deep shade of crimson.
"Of course," Haechan mutters. "Right on schedule."
You swallow hard, exchanging a wary glance with him before bending down to pick it up. Unlike the velvet box from before, this one is heavier. With trembling fingers, you lift the lid—
A soft, eerie melody drifts into the air.
A music box.
But something is… off. The tune warbles and distorts, as if the mechanism inside is struggling to play correctly. It’s haunting, a melody that should be sweet but instead sends a shiver down your spine.
Inside, nestled among the delicate gears, is a small folded note.
A song just for you.
You stare at the words, your pulse hammering in your ears.
Haechan leans in. "Okay, I really don’t like this one."
You shut the lid abruptly, cutting off the melody. "Me neither."
"Who the hell writes you a personalized creepy lullaby?" he mutters. Then, his eyes widen slightly, realization dawning. "Wait. Music. Writing. Oh, come on—"
"Mark." You say his name at the same time Haechan does.
Mark has always been the sentimental type. From writing poetry to composing random melodies in his free time. If anyone had the skills to create something like this, it was him.
You grip the box tighter. "We need to talk to him."
Haechan nods. "Now."
You and Haechan find Mark exactly where you expect him, tucked away in a corner of the campus music room, hunched over a notebook, a pencil pressed against his lips. His fingers tap absentmindedly against the desk, keeping rhythm to whatever melody is playing in his head.
Haechan nudges you. "Caught him in the act. Very suspicious."
You shoot him a look before stepping forward. "Mark."
Mark glances up, blinking in surprise. "Oh, hey. What’s up?"
You waste no time, setting the music box down on the desk in front of him. His eyes flicker to it, then back to you.
"Did you make this?" you ask.
His eyebrows pull together. "Uh… no?"
Haechan crosses his arms. "You sure? Because we know you write songs. And poems. And you definitely know everything about Y/N—"
"Okay, dude, chill," Mark interrupts, looking bewildered. "What’s going on?"
You exhale, rubbing your temple. "Someone’s been leaving me gifts. Creepy ones. This music box was the latest, and since you’re literally the most musically gifted person I know, I thought—" You hesitate. "I thought maybe it was you."
Mark stares at the box for a moment before shaking his head. "It’s not me."
"Not even a little?" Haechan presses.
Mark sighs. "Look, yeah, I write songs. And sure, I might notice things. Like when you change your coffee order or cut your hair. Maybe I think you’re really cute. But that doesn’t mean I’m stalking you."
Haechan raises a skeptical brow. "Then what about your latest poetry post? The one about ‘loving from afar’?"
Mark’s expression shifts. His ears turn red.
Oh.
You narrow your eyes. "Mark?"
He groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "That wasn’t about you, okay?"
Haechan gasps, dramatic as ever. "Then who?"
Mark hesitates, then mutters, "My ex."
You and Haechan exchange a look.
"Oh," you say.
"Oh," Haechan echoes, slightly disappointed. "So you’re the heartbroken one, not the creepy one."
Mark shoots him a glare. "Obviously."
You sigh, dragging a hand down your face. "Okay. Sorry for accusing you. This whole thing is just messing with my head."
Mark softens. "Yeah, I get it. But seriously, if someone’s messing with you, you should be careful."
You nod, but your mind is already racing ahead.
The moment you step into your apartment, you feel it.
Something is waiting for you again.
Your breath catches as your eyes land on the small, folded piece of paper slipped under your door. The edges are slightly frayed, as if it had been torn from a notebook in a rush.
Haechan picks it up before you can. His fingers brush over the paper before carefully unfolding it. His eyes scan the words, his expression darkening.
You take the page from him and read:
"I see you even when you don’t see me.I wonder if you know how much you mean to me.If I could just tell you—”
The words stop abruptly, the last sentence unfinished.
And at the bottom, only a single initial is signed:
“R.”
You stare at it, heart hammering. "R."
Haechan exhales. "Renjun."
It makes sense. Jaemin had mentioned Renjun having your picture. And now this, a love confession, hesitant and unfinished.
You swallow hard. "We need to talk to him."
Haechan nods. "Before another one of these shows up."
Renjun is easy to find.
The art studio on campus is practically his second home, and sure enough, when you and Haechan arrive, he’s hunched over a sketchbook, completely lost in his work. His pencil moves in steady strokes, the faintest furrow between his brows as he concentrates.
Haechan leans in. “Bet he’s sketching you right now.”
You elbow him before clearing your throat. “Renjun.”
Renjun jumps, startled, before snapping his sketchbook shut. “Oh—hey. What are you guys doing here?”
Haechan plucks the journal page from your grasp and drops it onto his desk. “Care to explain this?”
Renjun’s gaze flickers to the torn-out page. He lets out a sharp inhale, as his shoulders start tensing.
“So it is yours.”
Renjun stays silent for a beat too long before he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “Where did you get this?”
“It was slipped under my door,” you say carefully. “You signed it with ‘R.’”
Haechan crosses his arms. “Looks real bad, dude.”
Renjun lets out a quiet laugh, but it’s more of a nervous laugh than a humorous one. “Yeah… I can see that.”
Your pulse quickens. “So you did write it?”
Another pause. Then, finally, he nods. “Yeah. But not for you.”
You blink. “What?”
Renjun sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I did write that confession. But it’s old…I wrote it last year, for someone else.” He taps the page, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I threw this out months ago. I have no idea how you ended up with it.”
Haechan whistles low. “Okay, that’s actually kinda messed up.”
Renjun shakes his head. “ If someone dug this up just to mess with you… That’s not romantic. That’s obsessive.”
You grip the edge of the desk. “Then what about those photos you took of me?
Renjun looks at you, his expression not wavering, “I take photos of everyone. It’s practice for more naturalistic portrayals of human figures.”
A chill runs down your spine.
If Renjun didn’t leave the page for you… then the real admirer wasn’t just watching you. If they had gotten their hands on Renjun’s photos then…
They were watching everyone.
That night, you barely sleep.
Renjun’s words keep replaying in your mind. ‘That’s not romantic. That’s obsessive.’
The pieces aren’t fitting together. The gifts, the messages, the calculated way they’re being delivered. This isn’t just someone with a crush. This is someone who has been planning this.
You’re still lost in thought when you hear it.
A soft thud outside your door.
Slowly, you sit up, heart pounding in your ears. Haechan, asleep on your couch, stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. You swallow hard and push yourself to your feet. Step by step, you inch toward the door, pulse hammering with every movement.
You already know what’s waiting for you.
Another gift.
With trembling hands, you open the door.
Sitting on the welcome mat is a small, heart-shaped box, identical in size to the one that held the music box. But this time, the deep red velvet is stained. Dark splotches sinking into the fabric, like something wet had been resting there before drying.
Your stomach turns.
Slowly, you pick it up. It’s heavier than you expect.
You hesitate. Then, you lift the lid.
Inside, cushioned in soft silk, isn’t chocolate.
It’s a tooth.
A human tooth.
Your throat felt dry as you wanted to retch in disgust, while the box nearly slips from your hands. Your vision blurs as you stare at it, uncomprehending, unwilling to believe what you’re seeing.
Beneath the tooth, there’s a note.
"Now you’re mine."
Your fingers shake as you unfold the small slip of paper.
And that’s when you see it.
The handwriting.
It’s Haechan’s.
Your body goes cold.
Behind you, the couch creaks as he shifts in his sleep.
And you realize—
You’re trapped inside your apartment.
With him.
Your fingers tighten around the note as your heartbeat thunders in your ears.
Every nerve in your body screams at you to move. But you’re frozen. The weight of the realization crashes over you in suffocating waves.
It was him.
It was always him.
A slow creak fills the silence. The sound of someone shifting.
“Hm… you’re up?”
Your breath stutters as you whip around. Haechan is sitting up on the couch, rubbing his eyes sleepily. His voice is laced with drowsiness, but his gaze—when it lands on you—is sharp.
Too sharp.
His eyes drop to the box in your hands. He sees the note. The tooth. And then… he smiles.
A lazy, knowing smile.
Your stomach twists. “Haechan…”
He tilts his head, still watching you. “You don’t look happy to see your gift. But don’t worry I’ve improved on it.”
Your grip tightens on the box. “Why?”
Haechan exhales through his nose, shaking his head like you’ve just asked something ridiculous. “Come on, Y/N. You’re smart. You’ve been smart this whole time. Figuring out clues, questioning the right people.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Except you never questioned me.”
You take a step back. “You helped me.”
“I guided you.” He corrects, his voice smooth. “I made sure you followed the right trail. I led you to suspects just to watch your reactions. Watch you look at them instead of me.” His smile widens, his dimples deep but unsettling. “And you fell for it. Every time.”
Your skin crawls. “The rose. The music box. The torn-out page?”
“All me,” he confirms easily. “Jaemin? Mark? Renjun? They were never real threats. Just distractions. I needed to make sure your eyes weren’t on me until the right moment.”
“And the tooth?” Your voice is barely above a whisper.
Haechan’s smile fades slightly, his expression unreadable. “That one’s special.” His fingers brush over his lower lip, and something dark flickers behind his gaze. “A part of me. It’s yours now.”
No way.
"Now we match."
A sick realization slithers through you.
Haechan… pulled out his own tooth.
For you.
A cold sweat prickles down your spine. “You’re insane.”
Haechan only grins. “I’m in love.”
You feel the blood drain from your face.
He sighs, standing up slowly. “I knew you wouldn’t understand right away. That’s why I took my time. I sent gifts and gave you a story to follow.” His voice softens, almost affectionate. “I wanted to watch you figure it out. I wanted to see the exact moment you realized it’s always been me.”
He takes a step forward.
And you take a step back.
His eyes flicker with amusement. “Still running from me?”
Your fingers curl into fists.
You need to get out.
Now.
Haechan watches you like a predator sizing up its prey. His smile is still there, but now, you can see it for what it truly is. A mask. A carefully crafted performance. And you were his favorite audience.
Then, he moves.
Slow, deliberate. Like he has all the time in the world. From his pocket, he pulls out a small velvet box. A jewelry box. He rolls it between his fingers, eyes never leaving yours, before sliding it across the coffee table toward you. “I saved the best for last,” he murmurs.
You don’t want to look.
But you do.
Your hands tremble as you reach for the box, flipping it open. Inside, nestled in dark velvet, are a pair of earrings.
The charms dangle from delicate gold hooks, polished smooth. But even in the dim light of your apartment, you can see them for what they are.
Teeth.
Human teeth.
Your stomach twists violently.
Haechan hums, tilting his head. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they? I worked so hard on these.” His voice drops into something softer, almost coaxing. “You’ll wear them, won’t you?”
Your breath comes in shallow gasps.
You need to get out.
Haechan sees it before you even move. His lips curl into a knowing smirk, and then—
The lights flicker.
A click.
Your front door.
Locked.
Your heart slams against your ribs. “Haechan—”
He only smiles, stepping closer.
“Shh,” he soothes. “It’s Valentine’s Day, baby.”
A flickering TV screen bathes the darkened room in cold, artificial light. The newsroom anchor, a solemn-looking woman, speaks in a measured, professional tone.
"Breaking news tonight—local authorities have launched an investigation into the disappearance of Y/N L/N, last seen on February 14th. Friends report that they were searching for a secret admirer who had been leaving a series of mysterious gifts. However, they never returned home. If you have any information regarding their whereabouts, please contact—"
The report continues, but the sound is drowned out by the hum of a familiar tune.
A figure strolls past the display window of an electronics store, hands tucked casually into his pockets. His hoodie shields most of his face, but the dim glow of the screens flickers against his features.
Haechan.
A soft, lilting hum escapes his lips.
"My funny valentine…"
He walks on, disappearing into the city’s shadows.
The TV screen flickers.
The missing person poster flashes across the screen.
“The case remains open.”
“For now.”
me when i basically lied in the summary but not really 🫶🤗 love u guys too !!
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@kitxkatrp asked:
Dazai--in her female form--is eating ice cream naked on the couch while they're home alone. She goes to take a bite--and it drops right between her breasts.
"...Woops~"
Nikolai passed by, only to stop in his tracks and back up. He noticed she dropped ice cream on her chest.. Oh, the temptation... but he was trying to be a good boy....
"Dove, enjoying the ice cream~?" he asked as he wandered over to her.
#kitxkatrp#I don't wanna live a day without you; I just wanna be the one that makes you happy / NikoZai#Hey put on a happy face; Then everything's okay / Nikolai#Take it back to the start; I've had a change of heart / ADA V.
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wish i could stop losing stuff irretrievably. some hardware error emptied out my recycle bin a couple days earlier. just to shit on a day i'd spent being genuinely happy about the art i create. i guess. i'm tired of compromises, sick of lying that "it wasn't that important anyway", and throwing up at "oh well, can't be helped".
and yet. and yet. despite every pain, both major and minor, the love is there. the love is still there. guess i've just somehow miraculously hit that point (or gone past it a long time ago) where every grievance beyond a certain amount hurts an unspeakable amount more than it should. and it stacks. probably went overboard a while back. don't know when.
still, i adore my project. still got someone in whose arms i feel safe. hope i'll get out someday. hope i'll get a win.
#i truly do believe that if i get the rest of my work back‚ the important bits#then everything else is gonna be all fine. negligible losses. one more pain on the road to victory.#i learned what digital corpses look like yesterday. zeroes where bs and 4s and Hs should be. it sits badly in my gut. it is difficult to#have hope.#and yet#and yet i will never lose mine until it's all truly over#i'm hoping for a win. it'll be the biggest win of my life at this point. everything else can go to hell at that point.#just give me the news‚ doc. give me the tiebreaker. tell me to live or to despair.#got things to live for beyond that one piece of art i've made. got a few of them‚ in fact.#yet a life without my art seems as bleak as they come. don't know what to look for beyond that. just let me win this one time.#seven years of constant pain is more than enough no matter how you slice it. if i'm not given closure here‚ for this one thing‚ then i'll#give it to myself. will be cruel. will be tough. think it holds less pain still.#but i don't want it. don't wanna think about it. crying as i write this. don't wanna face the music. hate how it hinges on that. are all#artists like this‚ or is it just me who is insane?#i've moved on with the help of my art. without my art‚ i can't move on. can't move on from the lack of moving on‚ either. just loss after#loss after loss. but maybe. maybe not. if i win‚ i'll just cuss out this pain i'm going through right now for the rest of my days and#eventually laugh about it. losses will become scars on living tissue. emphasize on l i v i n g tissue. living‚ as in can create‚ can#continue to love‚ can continue to adore and to help and to play and to smile and all sorts of things. can do all that good stuff that makes#a life worth livin'.#so. dunno if i'm transmitting. dunno if anyone's listening. but i'm hoping for contact.#logs#black blank blah-blah-blah
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ggghhg i hate vehiclessssssss ghghghhghhhhh [dies dies dies forever]
#just me hi#i'm going to get right back to it but i need to complain or i'll turn into a stale loaf of Bread lmao :3👍#so here it is. why's it gotta be so hard hhghfh#okay buildings suck i hate buildings. but also they don't make me want to immediately explode at the merest hint of actually drawing them#vehicles?? Vehicles ???? i am going to just. what if i just put everyone in magical cardboard boxes and did that huh. what is the point !!#i have to draw motorcyclessss and carssssss and i'm okay with bikes to a degree actually <3 and horsessssssss and truckssssssssssss#god forbid you pick an older model with like 20 articles on it cuz most of them are going to only have a side profile and 3/4s view of that#dang thing. which yea sounds manageable 'why is this a problem keeps' i cannot properly see the FRONT#i have to guess?? i have to Guess ???? my dearest wish i think i'm just going to live in the sewers. with the sewer creatures#GGHHHHHHHHHHHH#i am going to practice drawing this stupid thing that i'm going to use for like 7 panels MAX and then i'm going to commit a FOUL crime. lik#rearranging someone's usual playlist without them knowing so they're confused every time they listen to it afterwards#//okay enough of that. we're good hbfhsfh :3#i have done other things today ! i've actually made a rough timeline for pi.e so thaaaat's cool :D#that and found a cool artist to follow on pillowfort. i. forgor their user but they have cool art .w.#/also i'm past the halfway mark on this first chapter which is !!!#i don't want to jinx myself cuz i know i'm really good at that hfhsv - but i think i'll start storyboarding the next part if i can get a#couple more pages done :D#//also the cowboy au grows stronger everyday hhhgfshvbh#i kind of knew some sort of au was inevitable but i did not think it would be an old west one loll :3#still trying to figure out the logistics#i wanna find some good historical fiction from those eras (1860s-70s) but i do not have the brain space for it rn fbhs - so this will do :>#it won't have any of the magic or gods i think bc of that but i'm having fun regardless :D#it Does have some occult though. because i was playing the story for my brother and i Do enjoy scaring him hhbvhfhsfvh#there are devils on the ranch!! or are they devils?? he hasn't gotten that far yet lol :>#//i also may have some sort of weird lean towards the spooky because Somehow each of my stories end up containing some sort of thriller#element?? lmao rip my siblings#but it never happens on purpose. again; rip my siblings hfhhvsh#//oo running out of tag space lol <//3#i shall return. probably with more wip stuff cuz i started like 4 canvases in 2 days hhghghdvs - toodles !!
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my sister called me and kept asking excitedly that what's happening in my life and
#like life as in. i can't say love life but like you know what's happening with the guys and the girls#girl#and i was so tired#am so tired#i just made up an excuse that im too physically tired too talk to cut the call and told her id call her back but i won't#i want to okay i really do I want to hear about her life what's going on but she's not that type of person jinke saamne#i can just divert the topic from myself avoid talking about me she's determined and caring like that😭#just. kya batau main#i spent the whole day working but really if i stopped doing anything for like 2 minutes all the last convos i had with everyone i#liked loved whatever started replaying in my head constantly making me feel all down and sad in public yk that empty heaviness inside chest#i mean. what is there to say. i feel truly pathetic#everyone just keeps leaving me. they decide one day that oh nope she's not for me not interesting anymore doesn't understand is too much#draining and destroys my peace and then they leave#it doesn't even matter the weight of the relationship#whether it's been a year of being in love or two weeks of talking till 5 am or a week of wishing me good morning and good night#every day. it doesn't matter they leave and they leave and they leave and they don't look back and im left to pick up the pieces go on#pretend to be okay and normal and fucking focused on like. studying accounts as if my heart isn't breaking#into a million tiny pieces everytime#i don't know how to tell her. the sister you love so much the sister you can't live without imagine life without. the#sister who you thought about holding on for because you couldn't do that to her leave her alone when you had suicidal thoughts. she's#she's actually deeply unlovable undateable unfuckable and like truly lonely and easy to let go of#i know she loves me and i know my bestfriend loves me and she would fall apart if i wasn't there for her#but it's not enough. i really wish it was. but it's okay it's enough for now it's enough to keep me going it's enough to make me not wanna#die yk? like i don't love myself enough to live for myself get better for myself but they need me so i need to be okay be happy because i#need them to be happy. and they're happy when im happy#does that make sense#okay bye i should really start writing a diary
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gonna strangle one of my roommates
#''''borrowed'''' (without warning/asking) mine and one of our other roommates ice packs over the weekend#leaving both of us with nothing to keep our lunches cool when both of us are out of the house at work/school all day#and left them in a cooler. with. perishable food. just. sitting. in the fucking house#didn't put the food away. didn't put the ice packs back in the freezer#just left it sitting there#with eggs and milk and fruit. to rot. in a room temperature cooler. in the living room#and HE says he wants to move out so he isn't feeling constrained or burdened by having a couple girls in our early 20s for roommates....#motherfucker put your FOOD AWAY and CLEAN YOUR OWN GDDAMN MESSES why don't you#jesus christ at least we know how to wash a fucking pan without leaving it in the sink for two days first#i have had it with this fucking guy already oh my gd#i wanna talk about me
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going with the extremely unpopular opinion here on this thread that having a hobby take up more than one room of a house/apartment is not the same as expressing your taste or personality. "man caves" or as I prefer to see it "hobby rooms" are actually a pretty reasonable compromise. I'm extremely grateful that I have a partner that I can discuss interior design with when it comes to our living space and that both of us are ok with our mutual hobby of gaming being in the... y'know... gaming room... instead of hanging gaming related posters everywhere or having shelves of collectibles in the living room. If you are not both onboard with having the kind of home where a shelf full of collectibles in the living room is an interior design choice you both are into... then it's a HUGE sacrifice for one of the people involved to dedicate the entire living room to displaying these collectibles. Because that IS going to be the center piece of the entire room if you do that. Especially if you live in an apartment with limited space.
I’ve seen this new trend of girls posting videos like “I hate my boyfriend for bringing all of his stupid boy things into our apartment when we moved in together 🙄” and then pictures of his hot wheels collection or a Halloween skeleton or an extremely cool pirate flag. Give him to me you do not deserve him.
#i love plushies but I keep it to a small number we can keep in our bed without our sleep suffering#not a collection that covers the entire bedroom#there really is a difference#it can also be really exhausting if you do really care what your home looks like#to have a partner just shrug their shoulders and go 'i don't care what it looks like so you decide'#but then suddenly their ugly ass favorite chair is Out of The Question to change#or their collectibles HAVE TO be displayed#but they refuse to engage meaningfully in HOW to keep their favorite things AND make the home beautiful at the same time#cause they 'don't care about having a beautiful home'#but that's just my own experience from a previous relationship#anecdotally this type of apathy behavior and lack of compromise#can often be a root cause of a partner 'hating' the other partner's hobby#not always of course obviously there's people who are just abusive hobby hating dicks out there#but just saying maybe you don't have the entire picture in every case#it's like my friend who is not a gamer is engaged to a guy who is a gamer#she HATES gaming now#but really it's because he screams all the fucking time when he's gaming so she has to live in that noise#or that he wont say hello to her when she comes home cause he's gaming and that makes her feel lonely#it's not always actually about the partner being a hobby hater#even if it appears that way from the outside when they go 'ugh i hate his collectibles and never wanna see them again'#or in my friend's case 'ugh i hate rocket league it's a game for children'#(hint: it's not actually about whether rocket league is a game for children or not)#there's plenty of little ways we can over time make our partner hate our hobby#and being forced to stare at it during breakfast every day while wishing there was a beautiful painting you BOTH liked on that wall instead#can be one of those ways
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Life is weird as arospec asexual bc there's no good way to use words to describe what I feel and my experience that properly conveys it to allosexual alloromantic people
Even if I use vocabulary meant for this there's no way to grasp what it truly feels like, what the lived experience is like for me, because the allosexual doesn't experience it doesn't understand it
And so it's like trying to convey colors to someone with a different perception of color. They experience a reality different to mine. And maybe perception and sensation is the wrong allegory to use, even. Maybe the stimuli we experience is different in the first place. Maybe the sensation is different. But perception is definitely different. And it's hard to tell at which point do things start to differ.
But either way it's hard and I find it increasingly hard to explain myself or want to explain myself. It's so much easier to adopt that language and that culture aside from the gaping feeling that it's not exactly what you're experiencing. I can co-opt the term crush but what I feel. I know. Is not romantic attraction. Maybe some elements are the same but it's definitely diverged somewhere. But is there really a point in explaining the differences or clarifying that it's different? As long as the final goal is achieved does it really matter? Why am I doing this again.
#kk rambles#aspec moment#idek it's frustrating but only in the sense that im the only one bothered by it bc. well. yeah. I'm not living in a society meant for me.#society is for monogamous alloromantic allosexual people. for cishet monogamous allosexuals you don't have to think so hard about how to be#and for years ive been telling myself that im lucky at least that being on the aspec is a more latent invisible identity#it's not something i have to actively say out loud it's mostly an absence a negative it's something i can live with by living without#but it ultimately isn't something i can keep running away from and lie to myself about. ultimately it does get harder and harder to fit in#and it's weird sometimes to be living half truths#i tell some people i have a crush on my friend just because it's easier that way. i tell other people it's not a crush because it's not.#not exactly. not really. but it's easier sometimes to be. if it has to be a crush it can be a crush.#obviously she's special and she's different to some extent but it's not. attraction for sure. and it's definitely not romantic.#but does it really matter what it is? not really. the point is what needs to happen and what I'm going to do about it.#idk ik it's fucked up but there are moments where. ik im not living honestly to myself.#if i have to date someone to keep them in my life i will. if someone tells me they want to date me I'll learn to love them romantically.#i love the people i care about and i want them to stay in my life. but. I don't think. i have the capacity to feel certain things#and they seem to come so naturally to people and despite me trying so hard to imitate it. sometimes. it falls flat. it sounds hollow.#because it's so hard to define what i feel sometimes i really like clarity and certainty. it makes me feel at ease. i know how to act.#but then some other times i find a lot of comfort in the status quo and not knowing and not defining anything.#nobody has to know really. at the end of the day all that matters is i love and care about you.#it's friendship to me but more than what society deems acceptable for friends :/ but i. i know i can't feel. what society calls romance.#so where does that leave me haha#anyway this spiralling was triggered by 3 ppl deciding to talk abt love and partners and crushes to me today and im. ugh.#i have someone currently who's like an emotional support favorite person! she's not a crush though. but it's easier to just say that.#esp to ppl who I don't wanna come out as aroace spec. bc the coming out like. never stops. and im tired. hehe <3 and i wanna be normal#but i also don't want her to get the wrong idea. am i flirting. is this platonic. god knows. i sure don't. hehe <3#I'll do anything it can be anything as long as i can keep you as my friend in my life do not ask me abt the trauma nothing is there /hj
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Not having my adhd medication for 2+ days sucks ass, bc it's the only thing keeping me awake sometimes, so I get out of classes and just fall asleep for about an hour, wake up again and check tumblr and discord, am too tired and executively dysfunctional to start anything engaging, so I fall asleep again... rinse and repeat for a few hours. I got lucky tonight that my dad texted me saying he was starting to watch an episode of Black Sails and I was both hungry and had promised to keep pace with him so we can watch the end of season 2 together when I'm home for spring break, so I did that and ate some goldfish crackers.
#the hard thing is that I know if I ate healthier i would have more energy but there is no food they serve here that appeals to me.#and at home it's not much better because my brain is convinced that anything that takes longer than 10 minutes to make isn't worth eating.#but at least at home there's things I can heat in the microwave or the air fryer or leftovers from someone else cooking or something.#I do have a microwave here on campus but I have no access to a store to buy anything fresh nor any way to say... cut up carrots or whatever#so the microwave basically gets used for leftover pasta from if my parents come and take me out to my fave italian restaurant#or those little microwave mac and cheese cups bc I eat those for dinner about once a week. Which is really the only time I eat a true dinne#anyways. The more important problem is that it's incredibly annoying to finally be free from classes after a long day and all you can do is#sleep. I hate it so much. I want to have both energy and executive function so I can get shit done be it classwork or personal fun stuff.#morrigan.text#delete later#personal#vent tw#I'm fine if I go one day without the meds.#it's two or more days when things start to dissolve into sleepiness hell. No clue why that's the case since it's supposed to not last long.#anyways. I'm going to bed now which is the earliest I've gone to bed in probably months. 😭#unfortunately I have to be up at 8:30 tomorrow and I won't get a good chance to eat my beloved bagel and cream cheese#man this semester is fucking miserable. I wanna go home. I don't wanna be here and I don't wanna do any of this bullshit.#I realized that doing an internship this summer means I won't be living with any of my cats this summer and that makes me so fucking angry#and depressed that I can't stand it. I need to see cats often. I want to see MY cats often. I don't want any other cats. Just my babies.#I want to rub Loki's belly and play fetch with Charlie and get yelled at by Sylvie and pick up Ollie and carry him around...#It's been just over two weeks since I've seen my cats and I'm already missing them so fucking much I wanna die.#or rather. I don't want to die because that would mean not seeing my cats.
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It was one of those rare days that Nikolai was the first to wake up. He did get a full nights rest, but he was BUZZING with excitement! He was staring at his sleeping husband, a big goofy grin on his face and big eyes as he admired his form. He could not wait for him to wake up... Today was Dazai's birthday, and he had gone all out for it. He wanted it to be PERFECT.
#kitxkatrp#I don't wanna live a day without you; I just wanna be the one that makes you happy / NikoZai#Hey put on a happy face; Then everything's okay / Nikolai#Take it back to the start; I've had a change of heart / ADA V.
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Nikolai watched as his lover fell asleep in his arms. He waited for the breathing to become soft and the man's body to become completely relaxed. He tilted his head down to press a soft kiss to the crown of Dazai's hair before closing his eyes.
Soon, he drifted off into a light slumber. His arms curled around Dazai to keep him close in his sleep.
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"Hm...I'm glad...I love you too..." He was always so happy that he had a positive influence on Nikolai's life and happiness...before he met Nikolai, he hadn't thought he had been able to do more than harm to people. He even kept telling himself that helping Atsushi didn't count.
But...
He tucked his head under Nikolai's chin and mumbled quietly before falling asleep.
#kitxkatrp#I don't wanna live a day without you; I just wanna be the one that makes you happy / NikoZai#Hey put on a happy face; Then everything's okay / Nikolai#Take it back to the start; I've had a change of heart / ADA V.
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Nikolai had hardly gotten any sleep. He was way too excited for today. It was the day of their wedding. And the Earth was smiling upon them because it was a beautiful day. It was warm out and sunny.. Perfect for their day.
He got up and saw everything Dazai had bought him. His cheeks dusted pink. He placed the tickets in a safe place. He was quick to freshen up and get dressed. Then darted downstairs to make breakfast. It'd be weird not to get ready with Dazai for the day, but.. he still had kids to take care of.
@kitxkatrp
#kitxkatrp#hey put on a happy face; then everything will be okay / Nikolai#I don't wanna live a day without you; I just wanna be the one that makes you happy /nikozai#Take it back to the start; I've had a change of heart / ADA v.
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@kitxkatrp asked:
Dazai decides to wake Nikolai up on their Saturday off by giving him sweet kisses.
Nikolai had a very long day yesterday, and he was exhausted and just worn out. So he slept like a rock.
When he was kissed, he stirred a bit, and muttered something in his sleep. It seemed a sweet kiss wasn't enough to wake him.
#kitxkatrp#I don't wanna live a day without you; I just wanna be the one that makes you happy / NikoZai#Hey put on a happy face; Then everything's okay / Nikolai#Take it back to the start; I've had a change of heart / ADA V.
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🫂 to give my muse a comforting hug. (Dazai to Nikolai)
Nikolai immediately hugged his lover back, burying himself into the other man, refusing to let go.. He just got back from his second job, but he was suffering from severe separation anxiety today... he refused to let go of the hug..
#kitxkatrp#I don't wanna live a day without you; I just wanna be the one that makes you happy / NikoZai#Hey put on a happy face; Then everything's okay / Nikolai
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@kitxkatrp
What an incredible gift, that I may spend the rest of my life learning more about you.
#I don't wanna live a day without you; I just wanna be the one that makes you happy / NikoZai#Hey put on a happy face; Then everything's okay / Nikolai
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