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thegreatdandilion · 1 month ago

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Shen Yi is a painter - Fang Kai is a carver (A whump fic cuz we won't get any from UTS 2)

Shen Yi leaned on the rooftop railing, the city sprawled out below him. The dim glow of streetlights dotted the night, while the cool breeze played with his hair. Du Cheng stood a foot away, his arms crossed, watching him intently.

"So, what’s your plan?" Du Cheng asked, his voice low but edged with worry.

Shen Yi turned his head slightly, his gaze distant. "Fang Kai is planning something in three days. He invited me to finalize the research. It’s the perfect setup to make him confess."

"Are you sure about this?" Du Cheng’s voice grew sharper.

Shen Yi offered a faint smile. "He thinks I’m still undecided, that I’m drawn to his world but unable to let go of this one. That gives me an edge."

Just as Du Cheng was about to respond, Shen Yi’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—Fang Kai. Answering, his voice turned professional, friendly. "Yes, I’ll be there. No, I didn’t forget."

He hung up and met Du Cheng’s worried gaze. "Looks like he is sticking to the previous plan we had. Today and tomorrow for review, day after tomorrow, the research finalization. If I cancel now, he’ll be suspicious."

Du Cheng sighed, pulling out his phone to set a timer. "Alright, 9 PM. You call me, no excuses. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll be there with backup."

Shen Yi nodded with a smile and left.

Shen Yi entered Fang Kai’s lab. The sterile white walls seemed to hum with a quiet menace. Fang Kai greeted him warmly, his eyes glinting with something unsettling.

"Shen Yi, right on time," Fang Kai said, his voice smooth. "Let’s get started."

Shen Yi nodded, following him to a desk piled with documents. For the next hour, he reviewed the findings, his trained eyes scanning every detail. Fang Kai stood nearby, watching intently.

"I was thinking," Fang Kai said suddenly, breaking the silence. "I’m more of a carver than a painter. Would you mind if we tried carving today instead?"

Shen Yi looked up, masking his unease with a smile. "Why not? But, do you have any tools here?"

"Of course," Fang Kai replied, grinning. "I’ll set everything up in my office while you finish. Have you done wood carving before?" “Yes. I find it interesting.” Shen Yi responds and gets back to the documents.

Shen Yi had just closed the last folder when he felt an arm snake around his neck. Before he could react, a cloth pressed against his face, and darkness swallowed him.

When he woke, his body ached. The cold metal against his skin sent shivers down his spine. He was half-naked with only briefs on, bound to a table angled at 60 degrees. Metal restraints pressed into his arms, chest, waist, and legs covering all the vital points. So he does not have any intention of killing me. That’s good I guess. He tried to move, but the bindings bit into his skin. His mouth was taped shut. So much for talking my way out.

His mind raced. It was 6 PM when I passed out. Du Cheng will realize something’s wrong at 9 PM. I just have to hold on.

Fang Kai entered, holding a box of surgical blades. His smile was eerie, a smile that he had never seen before. "Made a slight change from wood to flesh. Hope you don’t mind. Tonight, Shen Yi, I’m going to carve my masterpiece. The first in my collection of criminal legends."

Shen Yi’s heart sank. Any hope that Fang Kai might be rational was gone. He braced himself as Fang Kai picked a blade, stepping closer.

"Let’s start with your arm," Fang Kai whispered, dragging the blade over Shen Yi’s skin, skipping the palm. The cut wasn’t shallow. Pain started, sharp and burning. Shen Yi squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing growing ragged through his nose.

Fang Kai worked methodically, carving intricate patterns. Blood trickled down Shen Yi’s arm, pooling on the floor. His chest heaved as he struggled to endure the pain. Focus. Just focus. I’m okay. It’s just pain. The clock will tick. Du Cheng will come.

After what felt like hours, Fang Kai stepped back, admiring his work. Shen Yi’s left side was covered in deep, bleeding patterns. He felt light-headed, his breaths shallow.

Fang Kai frowned, noticing Shen Yi’s labored breathing. "You’re no good to me unconsciously. Let’s fix that."

He ripped the tape from Shen Yi’s mouth and poured a bucket of cold water on him. Shen Yi gasped, coughing as air and water rushed into his lungs. Fang Kai leaned close, his voice cold. "Try to speak a word, and I’ll cut your tongue out."

Shen Yi stayed silent, glaring at him. Fang Kai chuckled. "Scream, though. I know it hurts. That’s the whole point. To make you feel what I felt each time you rejected your criminal side, each time you…rejected…ME."

He resumed carving, this time on Shen Yi’s chest. Shen Yi bit down on his lip, turning his screams into muffled grunts. He continued till he covered the whole left side to his hip. Fang Kai’s disappointment was palpable. "Aw, Shen Yi…you’re no fun." Then he left.

Moments later, Fang Kai returned with a white canister. Dipping his hand inside, he withdrew a fistful of something white. Without warning, he rubbed it over the wounds. Shen Yi’s scream tore through the room, raw and hoarse. The pain was indescribable, like fire searing his flesh.

It’s salt!!! Shen Yi’s mind swirls.

Fang Kai smiled. "Now that’s more like it."

Shen Yi’s composure shattered as waves of excruciating pain surged through his body. Every cut stung like fire, the salt embedding itself into the raw flesh. It wasn’t just the surface that burned—the salt seemed to seep deeper, igniting nerves and intensifying the agony tenfold. His breaths came in short, frantic gasps, his chest heaving as if his lungs couldn’t keep up.

Each grain of salt was a needle, pricking and tearing through the open wounds. Shen Yi felt his vision blur, his body trembling uncontrollably against the restraints. “Stop…stop…” he begged hoarsely, his voice cracking with desperation.

Fang Kai’s grin widened, savoring the moment like a maestro enjoying his symphony. "This is art, Shen Yi," he murmured, dragging his fingers over the carvings again, causing fresh screams to erupt. "Pain enhances “feelings”. Salt, you see, dehydrates the exposed tissue, making every nerve raw and hyper-aware. I enhanced the concentration, just for you. That’s why it hurts so exquisitely."

Shen Yi’s mind struggled to focus on anything but the pain. His lips quivered as he involuntarily cried out again, his voice barely recognizable. Fang Kai tilted his head, feigning disappointment. "Don’t break too soon, Shen Yi. We’re just getting started."

Fang Kai’s grin widened, savoring the moment. He rubbed salt over every inch of Shen Yi’s carved flesh, each scream feeding his satisfaction.

At 9:03 PM, Du Cheng’s phone remained silent. A chill ran down his spine. He called Shen Yi. No answer.

"Damn it," Du Cheng muttered, leaving a short voicemail to maintain appearances. He quickly gathered his team, his heart pounding. "We’re going to the lab. Now."

As they sped through the city, Du Cheng silently prayed. Hold on Shen Yi. Please let it be that I’m overacting.

Du Cheng sat in the passenger seat, his jaw tight as he checked his watch. The convoy moved swiftly but silently through the darkened streets. He turned to the team. "Fifteen minutes out. No sirens. Keep absolute stealth. We don’t know what state Fang Kai or Shen Yi is in. We can’t risk provoking him."

The officers nodded, their faces grim. Du Cheng leaned back, running through the plan in his head. "Jiang Cheng and I will go inside. Weapons concealed. The rest of you, cover the exits and restrain the security. Move quietly but quickly."

As they neared the lab, Du Cheng counted every second, his stomach twisting with unease.

Inside the lab, Fang Kai’s blade glided over Shen Yi’s exposed right arm moving towards his shoulder and chest. The intricate patterns carved into his skin glistened with fresh blood. Shen Yi’s body trembled, his eyes half-closed, sweat streaking his face. His whimpers filled the room, each sound breaking under the weight of pain.

"Beautiful," Fang Kai murmured, stepping back to admire his work. "Do you feel it, Shen Yi? This is art—a moment preserved forever."

Shen Yi didn’t respond, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. His mind teetered on the edge of consciousness, clinging desperately to the hope that Du Cheng would come. Just a little longer...

Du Cheng and Jiang Cheng crept up the staircase. The muffled sound of a scream stopped them in their tracks. Du Cheng froze, his heart pounding. That scream…it didn’t sound like Shen Yi. His mind raced with possibilities. Is Shen Yi torturing someone under Fang Kai’s orders? Is Shen Yi beating Fang Kai?

Nothing had prepared Du Cheng for what he was about to see. As they reached the door, Du Cheng peered through the crack. The sight made his blood run cold. Shen Yi was strapped to a table, his skin carved and bleeding, the floor beneath him stained with red. Fang Kai stood nearby, back turned to where Du Cheng peaked, dragging the blade across Shen Yi’s right side.

Du Cheng’s grip tightened on his gun. Every instinct screamed to storm in and end it, but he forced himself to steady his breathing. One shot. One chance. Don’t hit Shen Yi.

Fang Kai stopped for a second to straighten his back, but before he could touch Shen Yi’s again, Du Cheng fired. The bullet struck Fang Kai’s arm, the blade clattering to the floor. Fang Kai turned, eyes wide, but another shot pierced his thigh earning a scream, dropping him to his knees. A third bullet hit his shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

"Move in!" Du Cheng commanded at Jiang Cheng, who rushed in to restrain Fang Kai. Du Cheng sprinted to Shen Yi’s side. Shen Yi’s broken whimpers tore at his heart.

Du Cheng knelt, lightly patting Shen Yi’s cheek. "Hey, it’s me. It’s me. Look at me."

Shen Yi’s eyes fluttered open, glassy with pain. "Took… you long enough," he muttered, his voice barely audible. He winced as a fresh wave of pain hit him. His head turning to the side, veins visible, grunting at pain.

Du Cheng swallowed hard. "Let’s get you out of this." He examined the table, finding the release mechanism underneath. Slowly, he loosened the restraints, starting with Shen Yi’s arms. Each movement drew pained grunts from Shen Yi.

"Stop…just…a second," Shen Yi gasped, tears streaming down his face. Du Cheng waits.

"I know. I’m almost done. Just a few more Shen Yi ah." Du Cheng urged, his voice steady despite the knot in his throat. Finally, the last restraint came free. Du Cheng slowly lifted Shen Yi into his arms, cradling him as Shen Yi cried out in agony. He sat him on the nearest couch, wrapping his arm around him to keep his shivering body close to him. Du Cheng cursed looking at blood coating his arms and seeping to the couch.

Jiang Cheng had already called for the medics, who rushed in with a warming blanket and emergency supplies. One medic pressed gauze to Shen Yi’s wounds while another prepared a saline drip. "He has lost a lot of blood. Notify the hospital for an immediate transfusion."

Du Cheng moved closer to Shen Yi as the medics worked. Shen Yi’s head rested limply on Du Cheng’s shoulder, his breaths shallow, each one hitching as if struggling against the sharp, lingering pain. Du Cheng felt how his body trembled uncontrollably, a mixture of cold and trauma. Du Cheng wrapped the blanket tighter around him, his voice low but firm as he murmured reassurances. "You did well. Just stay with me, okay? You gotta stay awake." He kept repeating, unable to find the right words. Damn it! I’m so bad at comforting people!

Shen Yi’s skin was pallid, the sweat from agony slicking his forehead and chest mixing with blood. His eyes fluttered open briefly, glazed and distant, as if teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Every slight movement seemed to elicit a wince or a faint moan, his body reacting involuntarily to the aftermath of what it had endured. Blood loss and the rawness of the wounds had left him fragile, his usual sharp wit and calm demeanor replaced with vulnerable exhaustion.

"Hurts…," Shen Yi rasped, his voice cracking as he tried to form words. Tears streamed down his cheeks, unbidden, relentless, a reflection of both pain and relief of seeing Du Cheng.

Du Cheng’s grip tightened ever so slightly, his hand gently smoothing Shen Yi’s damp hair. "I know," he said softly, his throat tightening at the sight of his partner’s suffering. "You are going to be okay. That’s what matters. So, keep those eyes open for me."

Shen Yi managed a faint nod. "Still…so…bossy," he rasped.

Du Cheng smirked through his worry. "Always."

At the hospital, the doctors assessed Shen Yi’s injuries. The cuts are not that deep but deep enough to leave scars. Du Cheng stood outside the room, running a hand through his hair. He was going to make sure that Fang Kai suffers.

When he was finally allowed in, his heart clenched at the sight of Shen Yi’s bandaged body. Only his left leg was untouched.

Shen Yi’s eyes flickered open, focusing on Du Cheng. "Hello," he whispered.

“Hello to you too, you little troublemaker.” Du Cheng sat beside him, guilt etched on his face. "I’m sorry. I should’ve gotten there sooner."

Shen Yi shook his head weakly. "Not your fault. None of us could’ve predicted this."

Du Cheng hesitated before speaking, choosing his words carefully. "I’ll make sure your research gets the support it needs to study criminal minds. You’ll have the tools to help identify risks before they escalate, but there’ll still be checks and balances. That’s how we ensure justice, not just outcomes."

Shen Yi managed a faint smile. "Don’t force yourself. Just…stay as you are. You’re my anchor, Du Cheng. Without you, I might’ve crossed the line long ago."

Du Cheng stared at him, his throat tight. "So…You’re thanking me for being a pain in the ass?"

"Yes," Shen Yi said softly. "Thank you for being my partner."

Du Cheng leaned back, a rare smile breaking through his usual stern expression. "You’re welcome. But next time, don’t make me save you like this."

Shen Yi chuckled weakly, his eyes closing. "I’ll try."

Du Cheng sat quietly, watching over him as he drifted into a restful sleep.

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thegreatdandilion · 1 month ago

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Shen Yi shot Du Cheng? - A Whump fic because we don't have any in UTS 2

The sun had already risen when Shen Yi woke up in a cold sweat, heart pounding violently against his ribs. His breath came in short, frantic gasps as he bolted upright in bed, the vivid remnants of a dream still gripping his mind. In the dream, his hands were covered in blood—Du Cheng’s blood—he had shot Du Cheng and was painting his face with his own blood. The sound of Du Cheng’s gasping breaths and the accusing look in his eyes lingered like ghosts.

Shen Yi’s eyes darted to his hands, only to find them smeared with red. Blood. Panic surged again like a tidal wave. “Noooo...no.no.no...What have I done?” he whispered hoarsely, stumbling out of bed. His reflection in the mirror startled him. Pale face, wild eyes, trembling hands.

“It wasn’t real,” he muttered, clutching the edge of the sink as his legs almost gave out. “It couldn’t be real.” Yet the metallic scent of blood on his hands said otherwise. He scrubbed at them furiously, the water running pink as he fought to erase the evidence. Tears blurred his vision, and he gripped the edge of the sink tighter, his knuckles white.

"He is okay. He will answer my call. He will... He is okay."

Shen Yi kept muttering to himself as grabbed his phone and dialed Du Cheng. No answer. His breathing quickened. He tried again. Still no answer.

Unfortunately, the whole team was in a confidential meeting and none of them were allowed to bring their phones in. Shen Yi was not aware of this because this was his day off.

“Pick up, pick up,” he begged, pacing the room. He tried Li Han next, then Jiang Cheng. No response. Why not? Are they already at Du Cheng's body? Did he really...?

Shen Yi slapped himself before his mind wandered off. The room seemed to close in around him, shadows twisting into shapes that mocked him. "Okay...okay... He...he must be at the station. I'm the only one having the day off. Okay." He ran his hands up and down on his face to hair and decided he would go to the station first.

Shen Yi grabbed his jacket and bolted out the door. He got into the nearest taxi stopped outside the house, his voice trembling as he gave the driver one destination: the police station. His heart raced, every passing second amplifying his fear. What if the dream was real? What if he…

He dialed Du Cheng one more time, his voice cracking as he left a voicemail.

“Du Cheng… it’s me,” he gasped, his voice shaking. “I know I didn’t…kill you... I couldn’t have done it. Please tell me you’re okay. I...um...I need to know you’re okay. I really really do. Did I…?” His words dissolved into sobs as the phone died in his hand, leaving him staring at the blank screen.

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head, trying to steady his erratic breathing. “It’s not real. Du Cheng is fine.” Yet doubt clawed at his mind, its icy fingers relentless, sending his thoughts spiraling. His chest felt tight as if a weight was pressing down on him, making each breath harder to draw. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his vision blurred with tears he couldn’t stop.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms in a desperate attempt to ground himself, but the gnawing fear refused to relent. The walls of the cab seemed to close in, and the world outside felt distant and unreal. Meanwhile, back at the station, the team’s meeting had just ended. Li Han checked her phone, her eyes widening. “Shen Yi called me… ten times?”

Du Cheng’s head snapped up. He grabbed his phone, his face darkening as he saw the missed calls and frantic messages. His heart sank as he listened to Shen Yi’s voicemail, the desperation in his partner’s voice like a dagger to his chest.

“Why on earth would he think that he killed me? Something's wrong! We need to find him. Now,” Du Cheng ordered his voice firm. The team quickly traced Shen Yi’s last location, checked the CCTV, found the taxi and found its path, and set off in their vehicles, urgency driving every decision.

In the taxi, Shen Yi's mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts—reason trying to battle the overwhelming panic. “No,” he gasped again, gripping his temples as if trying to physically stop the whirlwind in his head. “It’s not real… it can’t be.” Breathing was getting hard as if he was running out of air.

He needed air. Shen Yi weakly lifted his head to move towards the window and open it up. But something about the route felt off. The streets were unfamiliar, and a cold prickle ran down his spine.

“Why are we taking this road?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

The driver smirked, his grip on the wheel tightening. “Relax. We’re taking a shortcut.”

He didn't even have to look to know who this is. Alarm bells rang in Shen Yi’s head. His hand instinctively moved to the door handle, but before he could act, a searing pain shot through his head. He cried out, clutching his temples as the world spun and his vision blurred.

“Ah, Shen Yi,” the driver said, his voice dripping with mockery. “I’ve been waiting for this moment. You’re a tough one to crack, but everyone has a breaking point."

He lifted the small device for Shen Yi to see. "Amazing what a genius mind like mine can do with a little bit of technology. Pain is not something you can ignore. Your body gives priority to focus on the pain. With this, I can keep the gates open to walk right into your mind. I already made you kill Du Cheng in your subconscious. Today, let's do it for REAL!!"

“Fang Kai Yi,” he groaned, struggling to focus.

“Painful, isn’t it? But fascinating.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Shen Yi managed to say through gritted teeth, his voice low and fierce despite the agony. Sweat had already soaked his hair and his body was already at its edge.

Fang Kai Yi chuckled. “You’re in no position to make threats, Shen Yi. You should have taken my offer to leave the police. Now… let’s play.”

Shen Yi noticed that the taxi was an old model. Which means the trunk can be unlocked. The moment Fang Kai drove his attention to the road, summoning every ounce of strength, Shen Yi forced his body to move. He clawed his way over the back seat, his fingers fumbling with the trunk release. Fang Kai Yi’s laughter rang in his ears. “You can’t escape. It's locked.”

Ignoring the taunts, Shen Yi managed to open the trunk and threw himself out, landing hard on the gravel road. Pain exploded through his body, but adrenaline drove him forward. Behind him, Fang Kai Yi lost control of the car, the screeching tires followed by a deafening crash as it slammed into another vehicle.

Shen Yi stumbled to his feet, bloodied and disoriented. He could faintly hear Fang Kai Yi’s groans as the man emerged from the wreckage, clutching the device. Shen Yi got up and ran as fast as he could, every muscle screaming in protest. If he can maintain distance, he won't fall under his control. His breath came in ragged gasps as he pushed himself harder, desperate to hold out until help arrived.

Couple hundred meters, Shen Yi’s strength waned. Fang Kai Yi was gaining on him, his footsteps echoing ominously. Shen Yi’s mind replayed the dream, the blood on his hands, Du Cheng’s lifeless eyes. “No,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head. “I can't let him take control!” He pushed forward with the remaining strength he had praying Du Cheng would find him before it was too late.

But Fang Kai Yi caught up and activated the device. Shen Yi fell on the floor writhing in pain.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Even with the device it took Fang Kai more than 10 minutes to make Shen Yi's mind vulnerable and he finally gained control.

Another 10 minutes later the team was catching on to the path Shen Yi was taken. The team’s car crested the hill. Du Cheng spotted Shen Yi ahead, barely standing, a gun trembling in his grasp. Beside him, Fang Kai Yi laughed maniacally, his face twisted with glee. The team stopped a few feet away, stepping out cautiously with their weapons drawn.

“Shen Yi!” Du Cheng called, his voice steady but laced with concern. “I'm okay. We’re here.”

Fang Kai Yi sneered. “ Too late Du Cheng! He’s under my control now!" He whispers to Shen Yi's ear, "Shoot him.” Then he started screaming like a maniac. "Shoot Du Cheng!! Just like you did before!! Shoot him!."

Shen Yi’s hand shook as he aimed at Du Cheng, his vision swimming. His finger hovered over the trigger, but his mind fought against the command. Fang Kai Yi activated the device, doubling the pain, hoping to get more control. Shen Yi screamed, the gun slipping from his grasp. Taking that second break he got, using his last shred of willpower, he turned and fired at Fang Kai Yi instead. The man fell with a stunned expression, and Shen Yi collapsed, his body convulsing.

Du Cheng rushed to his side, cradling him as tremors wracked his frame. "Stay with me, Shen Yi," he pleaded, his voice breaking with raw emotion.

Shen Yi struggled to get the words out through pain as the device is still active on the floor. He bearly pointed at it and whimpered, "Tuh...turn ... off... please."

His gaze landed on the device Fang Kai Yi held moments ago, humming ominously. Du Cheng grabbed his gun and fired, shattering it into pieces. The terrible hum ceased, and Shen Yi’s body relaxed slightly, his breaths shallow and uneven. "You’re safe now," Du Cheng murmured, though his own hands trembled as he wiped blood from Shen Yi’s face. As he held Shen Yi, his eyes darted over his body, taking in the myriad of injuries. Blood seeped through the torn fabric, scratches lined his arms, and his fingertips were raw and bloodied as if he'd clawed at something desperately. Du Cheng’s chest tightened at the sight of Shen Yi’s swollen knuckles and the abrasions on his knees and elbows, evidence of a grueling escape. His voice quivered as he whispered, "What did he do to you?"

“Du... Cheng… you’re okay,” Shen Yi murmured, his voice barely audible. Relief washed over him as his body went completely limp.

Hours later, Shen Yi awoke in a hospital bed, Du Cheng sitting by his side, exhaustion etched into his features.

Earlier, the doctor had explained in calm, precise tones, "Shen Yi has endured severe physical and psychological trauma. The lacerations and bruises are superficial but indicative of intense struggle. What concerns us more is the elevated stress and anxiety levels he’s been under, which have likely compounded his condition. With rest and care, he should recover, but he’ll need time—physically and mentally." The words replayed in Du Cheng’s mind, weighing heavily on his heart as he watched over his partner.

Du Cheng reached out, gripping Shen Yi’s hand firmly. “You’re safe now,” he said, his voice resolute. “I won’t let anything happen to you again. Never” Shen Yi hummed and slowly drifted to sleep feeling safe.

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