#Project Wolf Hunting

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Sealed Fate | Park Jong Du (DARK FIC)

NSFW, +18, Minors DNI

A Park Jong Du from Project Wolf Hunting fic 

genres: smut (lots. little plot.), angst

contains: misogyny, stalking, use of guns, violence, dub-con/non-con sex, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex, blowjob, cum eating, mentions of blood, pregnancy, somnophilia, cockwarming (I think I mentioned everything?)

word count: 6,677

gif from: @ryosuzaki

It was late. Way too late for a woman to be out in the streets, or so a lot of people would say with a wrong perspective of the real issues. You’d decided to hang out that night, and were walking back to your apartment, your surroundings still bustling with the creatures of the night life. It wasn’t something you regularly did either, and you’d seemed to have picked a busy night too. You could hear sirens not too far as a steady background noise. 

You hurried your step once the familiar streets leading home came into view, sudden goosebumps covering your skin following a cold gust of wind before you swore you heard steps behind you. You stopped in your tracks, your mind faltering. Turning around slowly:

 Nothing. 

A shaky sigh left your lips, eyes darting everywhere still, before you turned again and kept walking. You gripped your phone in your hand just in case. Maybe there was no one behind you and such a way of thinking had also gotten to you. It’s just a stray cat, you told yourself. 

 But what if there was someone? What if you lead them straight to your house? 

You stopped again, eyes widening in horror and shaky hands holding up your phone scrolling through your contacts. 

A big hand covered your mouth, muffling your scream, while a strong arm circled your middle, pulling you forward onto an alleyway, pushing you onto the wall. Your breathing picked up, and you felt like you had no room to breathe with your chest being squeezed against it. 

He removed his hand and you immediately screamed, yet stopped when you heard the click of a gun beside your head. Your breathing hitched.

“I really don’t want to waste these bullets on you, sweetheart. You’re a pretty little thing, but if you scream again you’re going to be in big trouble.” 

“Please- Please don’t kill me.” You said between pants, tears threatening to spill. 

The man chuckled, and you dared to tilt your head back to take a look at him. He was way taller than you, dark hair, tattoos you couldn’t make out the details from covering his neck, and even in the poor lightning that reached the alley, you could see a glimmer in his dark eyes. It made your skin crawl. He seemed like a handsome man, dangerously so. “Didn’t you hear me? I don’t plan to.”

You squirmed, “Then- Then let me go, please. Wha-What do you want? I’ll do anything just please let me go.” 

His hand, that was holding you firmly still this whole time, moved to tightly grip your waist. You heard him groan.

“Anything?” His warm breath fanned your ear, a loose strand of your hair tickling your cheek. You felt something hard on your back, eliciting a gasp from you. “You’d let me do as I please with you? Maybe fuck you on this dirty alley?”

Your hips, seemingly on its own, arched back to press on his hardness, a sound like a whimper, almost a moan, leaving your mouth.“Yeah?” His voice sounded breathy at that moment, his mouth still close to your ear. “That turns you on? Me fucking you out here? Mm?” He grinded his hips against your ass, your skirt lifting up and flashing him your tiny panties. “Fuck.” 

Fear and adrenaline rushes all over you. He’d put away his gun, it was your chance to move, try to push him off maybe, but you couldn’t, you didn’t. Your mind was trying to catch up to the events unfolding, everything too fast for your body to react. There was a strange man leaving wet kisses down your throat while he grinded against you, practically squeezing you against a wall. You started to get hot all over, his now free hand making his way down your tummy, under the front of your skirt, feeling over where you were growing wet and sticky. “I’d love to shove my cock inside your wet pussy right now but I need to get out of the streets.”

Your hands shook as you tried to place the key on the door knob, managing not to drop them and pushing open the front door of your apartment, the strange man tailing close behind you. He took a last glance behind him before he closed the door and placed the lock. While he was in the bathroom, you turned on your tv on a late news broadcast channel, your thoughts not really there but on the man that was in your home, and how the hell you were getting out of this. The obvious first thought was to call the police, but he was armed and if he heard you he was going to murder you. Maybe you could sneak out and ask for help from a neighbor. 

You were about to stand up from your couch, when you noticed the picture of the man the news anchor was currently talking about. The same man that was in your bathroom right now. Park Jong Du, a highly dangerous criminal that had escaped prison a year ago with charges of murder and rape. 

You were calling the police. 

You lunged for your phone where you’d left it upon the small table. 

“Hello-” It was all you were able to hear from the other side of the line before Jung Do was on you, yanking the phone from your hand and hanging up, letting it fall to the floor. You screamed as he manhandled you, forcefully turning you around, bending you over the kitchen table roughly. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked you through gritted teeth while you trembled and cried, his wet body only covered from his hips down with one of your towels, droplets from his wet hair dripping onto your back. “I thought we already talked about what would happen if you attempted something like this.” 

“I’ll have to put you in your place.” You heard the towel fall and you tensed, legs kicking out as you squirmed trying to get away. Jong Du lifted your skirt up, then spit on his hand, palming himself a few times before you felt him starting to rub himself against your pussy. 

He moaned, “I should punish you worse, but I’m going to enjoy myself too.” 

You could feel your underwear damping, your hole clenching and oozing your wetness onto the crotch of your flimsy panties, ruined with his precum. “You like it too, don’t you? Found myself a little slut?” Groaning, he pulled your panties to the side, the fabric digging deliciously painful onto the soft skin of your asscheek. You moaned when he started rubbing his cock now directly against your pussy, filthy wet sounds filling the space of your kitchen. In a particularly harsh thrust, his fat tip caught on your tight entrance,you hissing and arching your back. He could feel your pussy clenching around it, trying to suck him in, begging to be filled. 

“Please,” came your voice between pants sounding wet from your crying and a little slurred, “Please don– Please Please-” 

Jong Du sank himself in, moaning while you cried out due to the sudden stretch, a mixture of pleasure and pain, your wetness helping it to be slightly bearable before he started to slam into you at a deep, fast pace, ass ricocheting with each slap of his hips against your behind. You were dripping all over his dick as he fucked you, bent over your kitchen table while he held your arms folded against your back, your tits spilling over your top squeezed under you, almost drooling from the corner of your mouth. 

Your body spasmed under him, your walls squeezing him provoking more moans to tumble past his lips as you came. He let go of your arms and you reached behind you to grip his thick, strong thigh, unable to tell if you were trying to push him away, pulling him closer or just holding on for dear life. He suddenly felt bigger inside you, his cock throbbing and before long, with a few more jerky thrusts, he was spilling his warm, milky cum inside you. You moaned, so full of it, so full of him until he pulled out, a mixture of his cum and yours spilling down out of your stretched out pussy onto the table, and down to the floor, the inside of your thighs and his cock covered in your mess. 

You sighed tiredly, not making a move to get up. Jong Du picked you up and brought you to your bedroom, laying you on your bed and stripping you off your clothes. After that, you doze off. 

Next morning you went to work like nothing had happened,

You had woken up slightly disoriented as to what had happened the night before. Then all came back to you with the weight of a strong arm around your middle and an aching body, still sticky between your legs. You going out, and then Jong Du trapping you in an alley, fucking you on top of your kitchen table. A wanted man was sleeping on your bed. You turned and stared at his sleeping figure. Even in his sleep he looked intimidating yet his relaxed features almost made him look soft. He was big with muscle. Whole body, from his neck down, was covered in tattoos. His dark hair fell softly over his forehead. 

He opened his eyes, intense gaze zoning in yours. 

“Don’t try anything funny while you’re out.” but not before he gave you another warning, his voice coming from where he still laid comfortably in your bed naked with the sheets covering his middle, arms folded behind his head, his gaze following your every move. 

And so you were out. You worked at a company, nothing that brought much attention. Just another office clerk, sitting all day at your desk on a little cubicle surrounded by a bunch of others. Another piece on the machine. When your shift ended, you walked over to the mall, heading to the men’s section of the store you entered. Maybe you were insane. You’d been remarkably calm about the events that had transpired, and here you were, about to buy Jong Du some clothes. You hadn’t talked much exactly, but you supposed he’d stay in hiding for a while and he’d need things. 

“Did you really hurt all those people?” You mustered the courage to ask him one day while you looked for the ingredients for dinner in your kitchen. 

“I did.” He admitted, staring at you from his spot on your couch. 

You gulped, “Are you still doing it?” 

A couple of weeks after your first encounter, you’d get home from work and he’d be out. Sometimes, he’d get back late at night, sometimes he wouldn't be back for a few days. 

“Is- Is that what you do when you’re gone?” 

He’d stood up, coming to stand right behind you, placing his hands on your hips. “I still have a business to run.” His voice came out, close to your ear, much like that night. “Drugs hurt people, guns hurt people,” You didn’t notice when he’d unbuckled and unzipped his pants, but now he lifted the hem of the oversized t-shirt you had on, wearing nothing but panties underneath. Hooking his fingers on the waistline, he slid them down. “But I haven’t touched anyone since I found this perfect pussy.” You gasped, feeling him, parting your legs and bending slightly to give him room to slide inside, both of you moaning as he split you apart on his cock, still sore from when he’d taken you earlier. 

He’d told you he wouldn’t do it again, he said he’d stop, and that had filled you with butterflies all up to your chest. He’d ask you if you were his then, sinking his teeth on your shoulder and marking you, and you’d said yes. 

Jong Du had been gone for some time not long after that, breaking your little bubble where there was only the two of you and making you wonder if anything had really happened. You’d gone out that Saturday, being free from work and often now finding it hard to stay back alone in your empty apartment. 

The day was almost over, you were on the train heading back home. It was pretty crowded so you’d have to stay up. That’s when you felt someone standing too close behind you, and soon afterwards something hard poking your ass as their hand settled on your waist. You tensed, going to move away until his voice reached you in a whisper. 

“You should stop wearing such little skirts and dresses like this.”  You felt it under the skirt of your dress now, totally pressed to your behind and you felt a shot of adrenaline course through you, simultaneously fearing someone could be witnessing such a lewd scene. “Thing is, I like them too because I can easily do this.” He started rubbing his cock against your clothed pussy, you trying to stay as still as possible but your thighs pressing together around him. He groaned, “But it bothers me that someone else might even think of it. Would you let someone else do what I’m doing to you?” 

You shook your head adamantly, swallowing back a moan, “I wouldn’t- No.” You bit your lip hard, forcing any noise back down your throat as your needy pussy pulsed and clenched over nothing as he kept oh so slowly rubbing himself against your heat, fucking your thighs, feeling so hot between your legs, panties ruined by now with his precum and your juices. 

Your hazy eyes looked around once again to make sure no one caught up to what was happening, that no one could hear, because you swore you could hear how wet you were over the chatter and low humming of the train, and you heard him chuckle lowly, “Scared someone might see how much of a little slut you are? Letting me rub against your pussy with all these people around?”  You’d never pictured yourself doing something like this or how much it was turning you on. Definitely he’d ruined you, spoiled you. Giving you so much just to disappear and come back getting you like this. No one else could make you feel so desired. No coherent or moral thoughts in your mind as you got his dick wet, pushing his cock under your panties, his fat tip nudging your clit with every lazy drag without any barriers. You really wanted him to fuck you right there and he seemed to hear your wish, because you felt him now poking your entrance and had to focus with everything in you to not cry out when he finally slid in.  

You were coming incredibly fast, being so touch starved and needy and frustrated with his teasing. Now sensitive, you placed one hand over his on your hip while you held onto the handle with the other, trying to keep yourself upright now that you were coming down from your high. He kept fucking you until he reached his own, standing still with your pussy fluttering around him, filling you up with his cum. He pulled out and fixed your panties in place as you felt his cum start to drip down, making you rub your thighs a little in place as the dampness between your legs grew so much it was almost seeping through the material. 

Park Jong Du bit his lip, staring at you as you tilted your head back to look at him with a smile. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your mind clearing and now worrying. “There’s a lot of people, someone might recognize you.” 

“You seem very excited to see me just a moment ago.” He smirked and you blushed hard. “Getting shy now? What? Was it wrong?” 

The thought of him actually missing you and wanting to see you flashed your mind and it did make you feel those butterflies again but you didn’t want to get high hopes on it. 

“No it’s just what if someone sees-” 

“That’s not going to happen.” He cut you off. “This is your stop ahead.” He pointed out and you turned forward. He was right. 

“Are you staying over?” 

He shook his head, “I still have some things to take care of.”  You nodded, mood deflating. 

You reached your stop, people moving to get out and so were you about to do it when you felt him grab your hand. You turned around, and were surprised when he crashed his lips into yours. It was a little rough yet somehow sweet. But the thing that caught you off guard the most was that,

Jong Du had never kissed you before. 

He smirked, looking at your dazed expression as you looked at him. 

“I’ll try not to think too much about you walking back home while my cum drips out of you or I’ll get hard again.” He whispered against your lips and you were blushing again. 

That was for the sweetness of the moment.

You got out onto the platform and turned around just in time before the train parted again, eyes meeting his as he winked and fixed his cap and hood of his jacket over his head, your heart hammering in your chest. 

You made the rest of the way back home on foot, your lips left tingling by the fleeting moment of his over yours. You might as well have been floating over the sidewalk. That was until you were harshly yanked down noticing the cop car parked right across the street in front of your building. When you walked inside, you saw a couple of them chatting with your landlady. You tried to catch onto what they were talking about as you made your way over to the elevator but couldn’t make out what they were saying. The landlady smiled at you, she was a sweet old lady. You smiled back, hoping it came out alright and didn’t show how nervous you were. 

Not long after you’d closed the door behind you, you heard a knock. You stiffened, stopping under the door frame that led to the kitchen, staring down the hallway to your front door. They knocked again. You dried your sweaty hands on the skirt of your dress, smoothing it down just to writhe the material in your hands before taking a deep breath heading to open it. 

There stood the two cops. They greeted you. 

“May we come in?” 

“Of course.”  You stepped to the side, leaving room for them to walk inside.

They looked around, telling you of the motives of their visit. They’d been making stops around the adjoining neighbourhoods after they located one of the hideouts of a criminal that had broken out of prison a year ago. You remained as stoic as possible when they handed you a picture and you saw Park Jong Du’s image staring back at you. 

“No, I haven’t seen him.” You answered. 

“You said you lived alone, Miss?” The other officer asked again, standing a few feet away, close to your couch. 

“Yes.”  You affirmed again just for the officer to crouch down, to stand up again holding up in his hands one of Jong Du’s belts - you’d rushed through the door to put away anything that he’d left behind but you’d missed that, not even knowing it was still at your place since it was one of his favorites. Damn if he wasn’t messy-. 

The fact couldn’t set you into a panic, your mind instead bringing back the memories of what that belt had been last used for, right there on the couch, where Jong Du had tied your wrists with it and fu-

You felt your face warm up, your still damp underwear suddenly feeling too tight and uncomfortable, “Oh, you found that! It’s my brother’s. We’d already figured he’d lost it.” you laughed. “He always leaves stuff behind when he visits. I’ll have to make him space in a drawer for all the stuff he ends up leaving here at this point.” 

The officer laughed, nodding after your explanation. 

Finally, after advising you to be careful on your own, they left, you closing the door behind them and leaning against it, letting out a relieved sigh. 

Park Jong Du had left you a number to call him before he had left the last time for emergencies. The cops had been inside your apartment looking for him which to you sounded very much like an emergency. Should you call him? But what if they could tap people’s phones? And what if they knew you were lying and were just waiting for you to do the job and lure him back here? You weren’t good at lying. And the neighbors, someone in the building could’ve recognized him and told them. 

No, you wouldn’t call.

Two weeks have passed since you last saw him on the train. Not a sign from him nor the police again, the latter filling you with relief and judging you made the right call not trying to reach out to him, probably he was already aware and that’s why he hasn’t come to see you. You hate it, not being able to see him for so long. You miss him. 

When you’re back home from work and leave your keys on the little table at the entrance hall, there’s a pair of shoes that catch your eye. Rushing over to your small living room, you see him sitting there on your couch, legs spread and arms over the back rest, his jacket and cap on the cushion beside him. There’s a grin on his face when he turns to look at you, and you cross the rest of the distance to sit on his lap and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. 

“I missed you.” you said, your face buried in his neck. He made you pull away with one of his hands holding your chin, making you look up at him. 

“Of course you did.” There was a smug grin on his face as he said it, his free hand bunching up more your skirt to squeeze your ass. You stared at his busted lip, still looking tender and lifted a hand to it, worry swirling in your eyes while you brushed over it softly. 

“What happened?” 

“Just some bastards I had to deal with.��� 

“The cops were here. I wanted to call but wasn’t sure if that’d just bring trouble.” 

“I know.” 

“You knew? How?” you frowned and he chuckled. 

“Relax. I have my ways of keeping tabs with you.”

“Are you stalking me again?” 

“I’m always stalking you.” He still had that smug look on his face,“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” Both of his hands were on your hips now, pressing you down on him as he rolled his hips up, your hands flying to his shoulders as he effectively made you shut up and forget anything else you might’ve wanted to say. “So?” 

You nodded, sliding off his lap and getting on your knees in front of his spread legs. He handed you a cushion for your knees, something he had never bothered to do before, and helped you by unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down along with his underwear. 

You took him in your hand, steady movements up and down his length making Jong Du rest back, hooded eyes looking for your face as you stared at his leaky tip with desire, before finally closing your full, pretty pink lips around it, starting to suck and lick. You moaned, the vibrations making more pleasure shoot throughout his body eliciting pretty sounds from him too, a hand collecting your hair working as a makeshift ponytail. You rubbed your thighs together searching for some relief, always needy for him as you took more of him on your mouth, heavy on your tongue. You bobbed your head up and down, covering him in your drool, some running down your chin, almost choking on him as you kept tasting him. Your jaw grew sore after a while, and you pulled away also to breathe, before you dove in again. 

“Perfect. You look so pretty like this.” He said, voice breathy as you moaned around him.You didn’t stop, eager to please him and for him to cum. You would take it. He moaned loudly. You loved that he was so vocal, the dampness between your legs growing unbearably so, some of his cum falling from the corner of your mouth. 

“Open your mouth.” You did as told, showing him. He grabbed your chin, leaning over you to spit on it. “Now swallow it.” Again, you obeyed, him wiping your chin with his thumb and you sucking it clean before giving it a kiss. 

He pulled you up with him, your legs coming to wrap around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom. He kissed you as he laid you on your back, and you happily sighed against his lips. You could taste blood on your mouth, the small cut on his lip having opened. You tried to pull away, not wanting to hurt him more but he insisted. 

You nudged him and he let you switch positions, now you coming to straddle him. 

“So you really missed me.” You tugged at his shirt, starting to lift it up. He raised his arms over his head to help you get it off. 

“I have yet to show you how much more.” You teased and he grinned. You tore off your white button up work shirt, your blazer long gone, Jong Du expertly unclasping your bra revealing to him your tits, nipples perking up now, exposed. 

You started to grind on his cock, your black work skirt riding and bunching up, showing your tiny panties. You were so wet, the outline of your puffy lips visible through the almost see through fabric. Without missing a beat, you raised yourself up to pull them down and off your legs, aligning his cock with your entrance and sinking on it, sheathing his cock fully into your warmth, both of you moaning at the sensation. 

“Fuck.” He breathed out as you started bouncing on top of him, holding yourself up with your hands on his chest. “If I look at it like this- mmph -it’s good to be gone for some days if you’re going to welcome me back like- this.” He brought his big hands up to cup your tits. There was a ring of your juices collecting at the base of his cock, sticking to your skin with each bounce. You felt your release approaching, legs trembling slightly and you switched to a roll of your hips as it crashed over you. When your body stopped spasming, you tried picking up the pace again, wanting him to cum. 

“Nngh, can’t move n’more.” 

He turned you both around and started to fuck you, you unable to do more than to cling to him, nails scratching his back and legs around his waist. You felt him throb inside you and his hips stuttered, then he was cumming, moaning against your neck. 

“I love you.” you said, and he moved to look at you, pupils blown out with lust, hair sticking to your forehead and skin flushed. He looked just as affected. “I love you.” you dared to repeat. 

He just stared at you, expression serious and unreadable, both of you panting and trying to catch your breaths. He pulled out causing both of you to hiss, you feeling empty with his cum dripping out of you. Jong Du stood up, grabbing his shirt and leaving your room. You followed him out, hastily covering your chest with your discarded shirt. You just caught a quick glance of him pulling his slacks up and throwing on his shirt before he stalked out of your apartment. 

You slid down to the floor against the doorframe. It was all over. 

A week later and nothing from Jong Du, but this time it’s not like you expected it after he practically fucked a confession out of you. Now to add to the things that you weren't expecting, 

Is that you were expecting a baby. 

Your stomach felt queasy, you thinking it was particularly bad pms, then realizing you were a few days late and it dawning on you. You'd run out of work one evening and bought three pregnancy tests. All of them with a couple of lines glaring back at you. The next day, you'd gone to the doctors’.

“You're three weeks along. Congratulations.” 

You couldn’t help but cry on your way home. You weren’t against having a baby, but the situation wasn’t ideal. You'd wanted to have a family with a man that would support you and stay by your side, love you. But Jong Du had walked away the moment you'd told him how you felt so you couldn’t fathom his reaction if he found out now that you were pregnant with his baby too. What was going to be of you? Alone again, a life growing inside you? 

That night you’d follow to cry yourself to sleep. When Jong Du had walked into your apartment and into your bedroom, he’d noticed your tear streaked face and red rimmed eyes illuminated by the soft yellow light of the lamp on your bedside table. In your hands, you were clutching one of his shirts. 

You looked so pretty when you cried too. 

Slowly, he pushed your legs apart, a hand coming between them, long fingers sliding up and down your clothed core. He stared at your peaceful face, your breathing even making your chest rise and fall slowly. He  pushed your panties to the side, teasing for a while longer before sliding a finger inside, your walls tight around his digit, squeezing it. You’d just let out a quiet whine at the intrusion, still vulnerable and asleep. He eased his finger in and out slowly, toying with your clit and getting you ready before sliding in another. You writhered slightly under his touch, hips bucking and whimpering softly, still so reactive. Impatient, he tugged off his clothes and got between your legs, moaning over feeling your wetness covering the tip of his cock making him almost lose it and shove himself inside hardly in one go. But he resisted the urge, not wanting to wake you up just yet. 

So slowly, he started to push himself inch by inch until he was all the way in, stretching you out, your warmth snug around him. Another soft moan tumbled past your lips, and he hiked one of your legs up starting to fuck you slowly, hitting deeper. Your body was shoved up with his every thrust, so he lifted your t-shirt over your chest to watch as your tits jiggled with the force. 

You woke up, moaning at the pleasurable feeling gradually building up at your lower tummy, finding Jong Du on top of your body, fucking you with a deep roll of his hips. He shushed you as you started to cry again, although he was loving seeing your face all pretty with tears. For him, because of him. That meant you were ruined entirely for anybody else. You’d been sealed from inside and out with everything him.

You came hard all over his dick and he followed, stilling and emptying himself deep inside you you could feel him in your tummy, him pressing his open palm over it, making you tense and squeeze onto him. 

You thought he’d leave afterwards, but he stayed. Now Jong Du was laying behind you, an arm around your waist, both of you lying naked under the covers. You knew you shouldn’t let him back in whenever he pleases so easily, but you do. He’s your obsession. You take whatever he gives you. Because you’re scared he really will leave if you don’t. And he still might when he finds out what you haven’t said, so you greedily take in this moment. 

Still, not sure if you want or if you’re ready for the answer, you have to ask, you want to know, “Why are you here?” your voice is quiet, almost afraid to speak too loud.

“I wanted to see you.” Comes his voice in that deep, low tone of his.

You nod, thinking about what to say next. “I thought you wouldn’t. Come back I mean. You know, after what I said-”

“What? Did you expect me to say it back?” He chuckled, but the topic didn’t really seem to amuse him. 

“No. I don’t know, maybe…”  Maybe you wanted to know that he at least cared for you.

“You want me to leave?” He shuffled in bed, making you whimper over your sensitive cunt, cockwarming him. 

You shook your head. God you had a problem. 

Last thing you felt were his lips leaving a kiss at the top of your head before you fell asleep again. 

Early in the morning, Jong Du woke up before you did. When he got up, his arm brushed against something, it falling to the ground. There’d been some papers on your nightstand. He picked them up, noticing they were from some medical results. He stared back at you, laying on your side with your back towards him still asleep, hair brushing your naked skin with every slow breath. He took them out, opening them to read. 

When you woke up, the space beside you on the bed was empty. You knew it. He’d left you. You sat up, hiding your face in your hands for a moment before taking a deep breath and forcing the tears back. 

What you didn’t know is that he was going to return. He just needed some time to take in the news, and to figure out some proper way to apologize. Jong Du didn’t know how to do this. How could he? He’d never cared for anyone enough to worry about that. It still wasn’t clear what exactly he felt for you, only that he’d never felt something like it before. He didn’t want to stop seeing you, hearing you, touching you, fucking you. It was almost intoxicating, but he wouldn’t let up. 

It was rather an odd sight, Jong Du at the front of a flower shop not so far from your apartment building. He was frowning, glaring at some of the bouquets on display. He knew shit about flowers, and you two didn’t exactly talk much about those sorts of things when your hands weren’t roaming all over each other but he’d figured as much that you’d like them. 

The kind old man that owned the shop noticed the troubled man, and helped him to pick a nice bouquet for you.

You’d told yourself to stop wallowing in your despair, and fixed yourself up to head out and try to forget things for now, to continue with life. It wouldn’t be just you anymore after all. You were about to pick up your purse and your phone when there was a knock on your door. Your mind rushed with hopeful thoughts that maybe Jong Du was back but you crushed those. He’d taken your spare key and even before he wasn’t one to knock. 

You opened the door only to step back in horror when a gun barrel was pointed at you. A young man, a couple years older than you perhaps, hurried to slam the door behind you.

“Where is he?!”  His eyes were crazy with anger and the hand pointing the gun at you unsteady as his whole body trembled. 

“There’s no one else here.” You hurried to say, holding your hands up in front of you. 

“You’re lying!” He made his way inside, looking around. 

“Please don’t hurt us,” you choked out, starting once again to cry, terrified, “I don’t- I don’t know who you’re talking about. Who are you and why-

“Park Jong Du.”  He said and your heart sunk. 

“I don’t know anyone with that name-”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” He yelled, making you flinch and scream, cowering back with your eyes screwed shut. He took a deep breath, seeming to try to collect himself and lowering his gun for a moment. “I’ve been watching the two of you and I know you’re sleeping with that monster.” A grimace on his face, “You know what he did? He killed my sister. He,” another shaky breath, eyes shiny with gathering tears. “He abused her then he killed-” he closed his eyes, voice cutting off, noticeably in pain by what he was saying. “So I’m going to kill him.” 

“I’m so sorry.” Your voice was barely audible, tears blurring your vision. “I’m so sorry.” 

“It could’ve been you, you know  that? You think he actually cares about you?” He stared at you, cowering against the furthest wall, a hand up while you clutched your belly with the other. He was about to say he wasn’t going to hurt you when something clicked and his expression darkened. “ “Us?” You’re… No,”  He shook his head. “You’re having his baby?”

“No.” He repeated, “No.” 

“I’m sorry you won’t be able to know if that bastard has a heart for you.” 

You tried to plead with him once again but the gun went off. For a moment, the man seemed horrified about what he’d done looking at your body lying on the floor, blood seeping from the wound and starting to pool under you. 

Jong Du was heading back to your apartment, and he was at the corner of the street when he heard the gun go off. Just as he neared the doors, he saw a man running off. Jong Du lowered the cap over his face. In his hurry, the man had crashed into him but without a word or even a glance, he fled from there. 

When the elevator doors opened on your floor, an uneasy feeling that’d been subtly building on his chest made itself uncomfortably obvious as he saw your front door ajar. He stalked over to it and pushed past it. He called your name, a strange tinge to his voice, before walking into your small living room and finding you.

You were lying limp on the floor, your white dress stained dark red. A  gut wrenching scream ripped from his throat as he knelt beside you, flowers slipping from his hands and dropping into the puddle of blood beside you when he cupped your face. You tried to breathe in but it seemed impossible to do it anymore, low choking sounds coming out of your parted lips in your futile attempts, your eyes barely able to stay open. 

“Hey, hey, don’t close your eyes. Look at me. No, no, no, listen to me-”

Then he heard the sirens. 

An image of the man running off before flashed in his mind. 

He cursed loudly. 

“Police! Hands up!” 

Muffled noises and blurred movements.

“Get the fuck away from me!” He tried to shake off the men in uniform. “Help her!”  Jong Du’s voice broke as he screamed at them. He hadn’t even noticed that he was crying. 

“It’s Park Jong Du! We got him!” 

“There’s another victim. Female, early twenties.”

“She’s still alive but she might not make it to the hospital.”

“Fuck off! I have to kill him! I’m going to kill him!” 

He saw one of your hands twitch, as if trying to reach for him, and he pushed off the guards, grabbing onto it before they smacked his back hard, making him fall onto the floor beside you, putting him in handcuffs and pulling him back up all the while he kept shouting your name. 

He was pulled away and out of the room, thrashing, the last image of his lover looking like an angel surrounded by crumpled flowers on a crimson background. 

A/N: I told myself, “I have to post this before the year ends, however it ends up coming out.” and set to it this month. I rewrote the whole thing too. I have like 3 other versions of it in which the story was more canon compliant, being in the frontier titan and whatever but then I kinda started thinking about Billy Russo from Marvel’s The Punisher series. The ending is based on it (idk, maybe someone picked up on it hehe). This is a dark fic and I made sure to let that clear right above the story so no one should be reading this far down if they are uncomfortable with this type of content. It was also one of the reasons it took me so long to make up my mind regarding writing and posting a fic like this since I’d never done it before. Anyways, I tried my best to write Jong Du in a way that made sense to his character and how he's bad but still trying to show he actually fell for reader, just that he is unable to tell and/or show it (and just as he might’ve reader got shot oops). I'm so scared y'all I rlly hope it's not bad. 🙈😭 The title once again sucks and I proofread like once so it's likely to have typos that I'll fix once I reread and reread because I tend to do that worrying about it and maybe edit a little while at it.

Merry Christmas!,

Youmarin

tags: @missgirlnoname , @carlaaa76-blog

[mysblog]

To watch next:

Project Wolf Hunting

I have no idea what's all about, I'm here simply bc of that dude.

Tho I've read that it's pretty brutal which makes sense cause it's under the genre Horror.

[stray-kaz]

The duality of this man. From teddy to terrifying.

[trash-fuckyou]

[niragisqueenofhearts]

~The Devil's Dog~ pt.2

Park Jongdu x fem!reader

warnings: Nsfw, smut, mentions of murder, blood, cutting

Part 2!! Enjoy you sickos, Love y'all! <3

word count: 3219 [might be a bit off but oh well]

part 1 part 3

It had been a month since you've seen Jongdu. As much as you've tried your hardest to forget everything you saw, everything you've experienced on that boat, you just couldn't. The memory of him touching you, licking at your wounds the sounds he made as he thrusted into you, it all had remained imprinted inside of your head. All you wanted was for it to all to disappear. To disappear from your memories.

You sat in your office, motionless, empty, just staring into space as your mind played back the last moment you saw…him.

It was night. The moon shined down illuminating the dark ocean. Everyone had boarded the lifeboat and begun to make their way towards the shore. For 4 days, you had been stuck on that ship, finally you were about to gain back your freedom. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply letting the salty scent of the sea fill your lungs. You slowly opened them again gazing into the dark waters below. Jongdu sat next to you, holding the chain that had been keeping you prisoner in his hand, a smile plastered on his face as the boat got closer and closer to the shore.

A chill ran through your body as you remembered what happened, your thought was soon replaced by a different one; his lips covering yours, his hot body crushing against your own. Your cheeks burned with passion as you pictured yourself beneath him, feeling the warmth of his body on top of you- No, you can't think of him like that. What he did was wrong. He took advantage of you; you shouldn't think of him as anything but evil. You shook your head clearing the thought from your head and turned your eyes to where the shore came into view.

Overjoyed, everyone leaped into the cold night ocean trudging through the water. You watched as people began jumping off the side of the boat screaming happily at the cold water that covered their bodies. Jongdu pulled your chain slightly, signaling to you that is was your turn. You sighed deeply as you submerged your legs into the cold waters making way to the shore As your body touched the icy cold surface of the sand you shivered. Slowly stepping forward you waded out of the freezing sea, the soft sand coating your feet. You're out, you were finally out You couldn't believe it, you were finally free.

Everyone began to cheer out to the night sky celebrating their victory. You stood there, watching as the others danced and jumped and laughed amongst themselves enjoying the moment that just occurred. They really did it, they escaped. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you gazed at the group, you felt as if you couldn't look away from them, the torture you went through, it haunted you every day. "Who's ready to go home?" One man screamed, they all yelled in a celebratory response. "Hey," You called out to Jongdu, still clasping the end of the chain. "Do you mind?" Signaling to the chain around your neck. "Kyu-tae!" He yelled out waving the chain. Kyu-tae gets the hint and tosses the key to Jongdu.

Immediately you wrap your hand around throat, gently caressing the aching bruise that was etched into your flesh as the chain was finally removed. He wiped a tear from your cheek and chuckled. "You're seriously crying again?"

"You killed my friends," You snapped, "And you..did things to me."

"Nothing that you didn't enjoy." He responded as he wrapped the chains that held you captive for 4 days around his waist as a sick little keepsake. As much as you hated him, a part of you knew he was right, you did enjoy it, but that same part of you knew that you would rather die than admit it to yourself. "Plus, you're alive, if i were you, I'd be a bit more grateful." He continued.

"What happens now?" You whisper to yourself. He grinned widely at you, "You run back home little puppy." His hand snakes around your neck pulling you into a kiss before releasing you. "Don't miss me too much, I'll come back and fetch you later, okay?" With that he joined the rest of the convicts and begun walking to only God knows where, leaving you stranded on the beach. Was he serious? Come back? He wouldn't..would he?

You made your way home in the cool weather of South Korea, shivering as water dripped off your soaked pantlegs. A lone tear rolled down your cheek as you looked down at your bare feet, thinking how lucky you are to be alive. Your feet ached as you walked a mile through the familiar streets of your hometown. You stopped short of entering your house, "My keys-" You whispered to yourself remembering that everything you had, your documents, keys, ID's, all left on the boat. You sighed as you grabbed a large rock and hit it against your window shattering the glass. You then proceeded to climb through the window, being as careful as you could to not get cut by the glass. Once you made your way to the kitchen, you placed the rock on the countertop and rummaged through drawers until you found what you needed. A knife. Sure, it wasn't much of a weapon considering a person of Jongdu's nature, but it was something.

You rushed to your bedroom, opening the door and closing it once you were inside, locking it behind you. You practically ripped the bloodstained, orange suit off of you. Anyone's first instinct would've been to throw it away, burn it if you had to, but not you, not after anything. You wrapped your nude body into the warm embrace of your blanket as you stared at the suit that rested on your vanity. Everything felt so surreal right now. You didn't expect to live another day, never again. You were numb and confused, not sure what to do from there, you just sat there as all the memories played back into your head like a song on repeat.

It wasn't long until the police showed up to your house. Just a week after you got off that wretched boat. They were shocked to even see you still breathing in the flesh and not as mutilated, maggot infest remains. They took you in immediately, taking you into the hospital, asking questions of what happened on your 4 days of hell. It was hard for you to respond at first but eventually you told them everything, the whole truth. For the next 2 months, nothing but cameras, tv reporters, in your face, all day, every day.

Alas, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and slowly all the recognition you've been getting from the press had been dying down day by day. It still didn't help that the entirety of Korea knew your face. If it wasn't the press in your face with their flashing cameras, then it was people at your local cafe that you go to every week shooting you the same supportive yet pitiful look every time you walked in. You understood their reason behind it, so, you slowly began to accept it. You were so happy to find out you were working again, you thought you'd finally be able to put all of this in the past and continue with your life, not even hearing his name again. But it all went downhill as news of more murders started spreading like wildfire.

For your own sanity, you decided to pretend he never existed, you stopped watching the news, skipping pages in the newspapers that mentioned any updates, anything, because you knew in some sick way, hearing of the murders would just give your poor little heart some hope that he may just come back. You didn't need any more reminders.

"Hey," Your colleague Jess called out for you snapping you out of your thoughts, "Yeah what's up?" You greeted her with a smile, "We got a broken arm in room 3, skateboarding accident." You nodded before excusing yourself from your seat and headed in the direction of your new patient. "Hey bud," You greeted the young boy, "Let's get this fixed up yeah?"

A broken arm was usually nothing, so it didn't take much time for you to reset it and wrap it. "I don't recommend you doing any skateboarding until this comes off okay?" The young boy nodded as you wrapped the last layer of bandage onto his cast. "It's just so horrible." His mother blurted, you looked to her, and respond assuming she was talking about the skateboarding accident.

"Oh, no worries, we know the drill," You reassured, smiling at her. "It won't be long until he's doing ollie's again." You smile winking at the child. "Oh no, I’m sorry, I meant the news," You froze as she continued to speak, "All those murders, it's horrible." She shook her head as she watched the news play on small monitor across the room.

"Another victim of the grisly murder spree has been found today." The reporter droned on, showing several uncensored photos of a woman, her body not even recognizable as human. "I hope they find the bastard and kill him in the worst way possible." The woman cried, you listened closely as the reporters explained how their story came to light, what the police knew about who killed the victim in such a brutal manner. Photo by photo they showed the mugshots of each surviving convict that escaped the boat, their faces engraved into your memory. Your stomach sunk as you saw Jongdu's photo flash across the screen.

You shook your head and continued working on the cast to completion to get your mind off of things. You said happily, packing up your tools. "Thanks, Doctor!" The boy thanked you as he gave you a hug, you returned it as you smiled, "No problem, sweetie." You watched as the mother held his hand as they walked out of the room. "You okay?" You jumped as you noticed Jess now standing by you. "Yeah, I'm alright." She nodded along with you before continuing the day as normal and escorting you to your next patient.

This day felt stranger than usual. You felt like you were being watched, like you were under a microscope. You tried your best to ignore the feeling as you went on with your day, but that didn't stop you from feeling eyes burning holes in the side of your head the entire shift. Finally, after working an 11-hour shift, you were so relieved to finally go home. As soon as you arrived, you threw your bag to the side and headed toward your bedroom. You noticed a more than familiar pair of work shoes resting outside of the closet as you stood in front of your vanity, "Babe, are you home?" You called out for your boyfriend, Bobby, he was the only good thing that ever came out of this whole thing. "Babe?" You called out again, no answer.

You were about to shrug it off until you heard a more than familiar voice causing you to freeze where you stood. "You won't be hearing from him anymore." The voice spoke coldly. You looked into the mirror to see Jongdu in the flesh and blood, and speaking of blood, he was drenched in it. Blood trickled down his chin as fresh blood coated his neck making it appear as if someone carved him up with a sharp blade, "Jongdu…" You murmured his name softly as you stared at him through the mirror, "Oh don't worry, I’m perfectly unharmed, I can't say the same for your boyfriend though." He said casually as he walked towards you, his broad torso pressed against your back. You stood frozen there for a few seconds as you processed his words.

"How'd you find me? You asked, trying your best to sound unaffected, but he already knew just how terrified you were. "I always knew." He replied calmly, his strong hands gripped at your waist before he turned you around. "Where you'd go for lunch, what time you got home from work, what time you clocked into work; I knew it all." He took his knife and brought it up to the collar of your shirt slowly cutting into the fabric. His eyes immediately made way to the very noticeable 'x' shaped scar he etched into your skin. You gasped as his arm makes way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He purred as he began to place kisses onto the scar tracing the shape of it with a look of pure pleasure on his face, "Did you really think you could hide from me forever?" He asked between the licks of his lips before kissing your neck softly, placing gentle kisses onto the wound. You shook your head as tears began to gather in your eyes. 

"Aw, the tears, the tears."  He mocked. He continued to make kiss marks down your neck, "I love that look in your eye, like you're trying desperately to hide something from me, well, you can't hide anything from me," He grabbed your jaw firmly forcing you to look at him, into his eyes. Those damned eyes burned with passion and his smile, the smile that started it all, filled your vision. That smile caused your heart to flutter uncontrollably no matter how evil it was. "You want me, i know it, so why hide it?" He kissed you gently this time, slowly sucking on your bottom lip. Slowly you moved away from his touch to look at him straight in his eyes, "Are you going to kill me?" You whispered. His grin widened slightly, "No, baby, I have a better use for you," He answered seductively. You shiver as you feel the cold metal of the blade he held in his hand touch your belly.

 He chuckled as he pressed the tip of the blade into your flesh. You cry out in pain as you watch red trickle down your hips onto your legs, soaking your blue scrubs. You let out another choked sob as he begun to kiss and suck on the fresh cut he made into you. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you attempted to pull away from him but to no avail. "Please, please stop." You cried. Eventually he did pull away giving you relief.

"God even after all this time, you still taste so good." He sighed as he ripped the tattered shirt off you along with your brassiere beginning to kiss your breasts as he allowed his hands to roam your bare torso.

You sighed deeply as you felt yourself melt in his hand. This feeling: the fire that erupted in you as he touched you, the warmth, his smell, even in being complete pain you still wanted him. Everything seemed to become too much for you. Every single nerve was screaming, begging to touch. You missed him. God, you missed him. Tears pooled in your eyes as you let them fall, but you refused to move a muscle. You were afraid to, it felt wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

"Did you miss me puppy?" He asked as a smirk crept across his face. Your heart ached as you closed your eyes and tried to block him out. "I did." You whispered taking in a deep breath as the clarity washed over you. There's no more hiding it. He scooped your legs up around his hips as he picked you up off the ground and moved towards your bed throwing you onto it. You watched as he ripped his blood drenched t shirt off himself, throwing it across the room before he reached for the waistband of your pants, quickly pulling them off along with your underwear, leaving just the lower half of you exposed.

Run Y/n, just run. Get the fuck out of there. The little voice in your head spat. But your legs wouldn't obey, and before you knew it, he was upon you, pinning you beneath him as he hovered over you. His eyes burned through yours, dark pools of molten gold staring right into your soul. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips firmly against yours, the kiss was rough, full of passion. Your heart swelled with happiness as you kissed him back, the kisses became more forceful, desperate. He rolled his hips, grinding himself onto you and you let out a moan, pushing against him in response. A groan ripped from Jongdu's throat when he felt the friction. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed you, now.

He undid his pants and pulled them off him before thrusting into you with such force, it knocked the wind out of your lungs. Your body was on fire, all you wanted to do was touch him, feel him, feel all of him. His hand intertwined with your scalp pulling roughly. He attacked your neck with kisses and bites so hard that he drew blood.

Everything went blurry as you became overwhelmed by pleasure and pain, he pounded you relentlessly until you were completely undone, unable to think, unable to breathe. You couldn't stop, couldn't hold yourself back. Even in a frenzy you had never felt more free, more alive. "Jongdu!" you gasped as tears streamed down your cheeks, your legs tightening around him, squeezing him tight. He began to thrust even faster as your body began to tremble under him. His hands were like fire as they ran all over your body.

All the different sensations clouded your mind drowning you in bliss. Your body ached for release; your brain begged for him to finish you. It was almost unbearable. "Jongdu, please…" Your voice sounded as if it was coming from somewhere far away. Your vision began to fade but you stayed conscious enough to feel Jongdu's movements, his fingers gripping your thighs as he pushed inside you. In seconds you felt your walls tighten around him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting heavily, as he began to shake. You moaned his name as you released everything, releasing every ounce of tension and pleasure as his body shuddered violently underneath you as your orgasm took over both of you.

You were on cloud 9. Everything around you had disappeared, it was just you and him in that moment. Nothing else mattered.

You stayed as still as you could, not daring to move a muscle as exhaustion plagued your body. "Fuck." He remarked as he lifted himself off you, his hair disheveled and sweat covering every single inch of him. He smiled as he looked down at you, the same shaking, teary eyed mess he once made before. He admired you like art. "So beautiful." He whispered as he traced every single bruise and bite he made. You flinched as he caressed the new mark he made into you, he laughed at your reaction as he continued to trace the tender flesh. You avert your gaze from him and looked down at your new wound, you smiled to yourself as you noticed the shape of a 'J' on the left side of your abdomen. You're his now, and you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

[kaipanzero]

Project Wolf Hunting

늑대사냥 (2022)

[gamgyulbich-ui]

Seo In-guk as Park Jong-du

[twilightronin]

Project Wolf Hunting - Kim Hong Sun 2022

[siqoi]

oh theyve fucked

[youmarin]

Happy Holidays to those who celebrate and Happy New Year!

I just wanted to say thank you for following this blog and supporting my fics with your likes, comments, reblogs and asks. I really appreciate every single one of them and am very grateful.

In case someone might be wondering, I'm going to take this moment to tell you I'll be posting very soon that Park Jong Du fic I talked about (yes! it's finally coming to the light! lol). Take it as a Christmas present (a naughty one).

Regarding my other fics, I have a couple of ideas for the next installments of the Inarizaki Manager series. Just need to take some of my free time once in a while to start writing and see how the process goes. I don't really like where I'm at with the JJ series and as I said before I might either delete it or do some heavy editing at some point (I really need some time to do this ughhh). Whenever inspiration or motivation hits to continue the Minho one, then I will. What else do I have? Oh! Megumi! I'm totally down to write more about him, whether taking back from the story I already published or something new. I remember that nice anon that wants more of Megumi and reader! I know I know!

Let's see how the New Year treats me and hopefully I get to keep writing, and who knows, someday bring a story of a character I haven't written for yet! I sure hope it treats you all well!

Write to you soon,

-Youmarin

ps: The Jong Du fic is a dark fic. Just in case any of you don't read those, you've been warned.

[utoshi-san]

Ну что, новый месяц и новый челлендж. За февраль нужно посмотреть 10 фильмов ужасов (не важно это мистика, триллер, слешер или фильм про монстров или маньяков, просто то, что стоит в категории ужасы.

Только 7 число, а я уже справилась ахахах 🤣 но это не значит, что я больше не буду в этом месяце смотреть мои любимые ужастики.

Годнота - 💗, хороши для разового просмотра - 😌 нейтральные - 🙄, не стоящие внимания - 👎🏻 полное днище - ���

"М3ган"/"M3gan" 😌

"Клаустрофобы: Квест с того света"/"Play Dead"💩

"Корабль в Пусан"/"Project Wolf Hunting" 💩

"Чёрный телефон"/"Black phone" 💗💗💗

"Крик"/"Scream" 😌

"Вторая половинка"/"Significant Other" 😌

"Тринадцать камер"/"13 Cameras" 😌

"Четырнадцать камер"/"14 Cameras" 🙄

"Ведьма: реинкарнация"/"Mal de ojo" 😌

"Грусть"/"The sadness" 💗

[pipkrakes]

was NOT expecting the extremely evil undead gay murder blow job from the tattooed seo inguk zombie slasher movie

[hastalahamon]

one day, makeup artist working on tv shows and movies will learn the difference between a fresh tattoo and a healed one

there is no true pitch black ink after healing, it's more of an anthracite shade

and then slowly, as years go by it turns a bit blueish/greenish

all colors are muted once the tattoo heals

still there obviously, but slightly more muted compared to what they looked like right after getting it

[niragisqueenofhearts]

~The Devil's Dog~ pt. 3

Park Jongdu x fem!reader

warnings: Nsfw, smut, murder, blood, biting, angst, [stockholm syndrome in a way?? idk you guys be the judge.]

word count: 3707

And we back again with the third and final chapter!! I got hella inspired with this. Alright i'll leave you sickos to it.

Enjoy! <333

part 1 part 2

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For the next couple of days, Jongdu stayed with you, sadly it was only for a short amount of time before he left for days, sometimes weeks at a time. Where did he go? You never knew, but you didn't care. He was yours now, no one could ever take that away from you ever again. You no longer saw him as the man that caused you hell, he was the man that gave you your confidence, the man that made you feel alive again. Even simple things like getting groceries were such an adrenaline rush for you knowing that he was your little secret. Sure, you could get arrested for harboring a fugitive, but what was life without a little bit of danger? You were sure you'd been found out eventually anyway, but you were happy that you weren't.

The week began as usual, you woke up your usual time, got your coffee and headed into work.  You arrived just in time as the doors swung open letting the cool morning breeze waft through the building. As you walked in, all your colleagues greeted you happily. You hummed a cute little song as you approached your office and started to prepare your material for the days’ work ahead of you. "Well, someone's got some pep in her step." Jess stated as she walked into the room, taking a seat in the chair across from your desk. "Huh?" You replied flashing a smile. "You! You're all happy and giddy, and for once you don't look like death warmed up." She pointed at you. "What's going on with you? Is it Bobby? Did he propose? No wait! Are you pregnant?" she exclaimed, getting excited with each of her assumptions. "No!" You exclaimed, "I'm just happy, I feel invincible, like I can take on the world." Jess began to furrow her brows suspiciously, "You sure you're not pregnant?"

"Get out!" You laugh as you point towards your opened office door. As Jess walks out, you sigh as you lean back into your chair, looking around you. It's a good day today.

Maybe it was the way of the world or your overwhelming happiness, but you managed to breeze through this day of work not even thinking about the time. You didn't even realize it was quitting time until you saw your colleagues leaving. Quickly you packed your bag and made way for the elevator where you met up with Jess. "God today was so tiring." she exclaimed, reaching a hand onto her shoulder blade and massaging it as she stretched her neck. "What do you mean? Time flew right by." You chuckled. "Speak for yourself Ms. Happy." Jess snapped before letting out a chuckle herself, as she watched the numbers on the elevator get higher, finally stopping at your floor. "Red or white?" Jess asked you as you both entered the elevator. "What?" You replied pressing the basement floor button. "Wine, it’s wine night remember?" She reminded you, "You've been blowing me off for the past couple of weeks. You promised that you'd make it up to me and we'd do wine night, tonight."

"Oh," You sighed. "It's fine if you forgot-" "No!" You cut her off. "It's not that I forgot about you," You lied through your teeth, "I just forgot buy the wine completely. I'll make a stop on the way home."  "Alrighty then..." She replied, "I'll see you later?"

"Yep." You agreed as you stepped out of the elevator, making your way towards your car. Your gut is now overwhelmed with an uneasy feeling. You knew inviting her over to your house was a bad idea. You had been harboring a serial killer for weeks now, everything would fall apart easily if she found out. But on the other side you hadn't seen Jongdu in days, there was no way that coincidentally he would just show up blowing everything out of proportion. Right?

You managed to get the wine in jiffy and then sped home immediately to clear up any incriminating evidence that a serial murder had been living in your house, the uneasy feeling in your gut increasing by the second as you guessed when Jess would show up. Your heart had skipped a beat as the doorbell rang. Your hands shook as you approached the door with severe caution. You opened the door and there was Jess with a tote slung around her arm. "Hey!" She greeted you excitedly, I got pretty woman, the breakfast club, sixteen candles, dirty dancing, and all our favorite snacks!" You couldn't help but smile. Jess was not only your colleague but a well-respected friend. You care about her so much, you'd just die if anything were to happen to her. "Let's go inside shall we." You said opening the door wider to allow her entrance. She grabbed your hand as you locked your door. Let a night of fun begin.

'Okay I just love these shoes!" Jess squealed emphasizing the word 'love' as you both modeled your clothes for each other in the mirror. You guys’ giggle and lip sync to some of your favorite songs as if you were in high school again. "Oh my god if only Bobby could see us!" She laughed. You laughed along with her as you turned to grab your nightgown to change back in. You were careful enough this whole night to keep your new cut hidden from Jess. "Hey, where is Bobby anyway?" Jess asked, causing your heart to drop. "Bobby?" You choked. "Yeah, where is he? It's been hours, shouldn't he be home by now?" Your breathing became a bit eradicated as your uneasiness swallowed you whole. "He'll be here soon hopefully." You responded nonchalantly while trying hard to act casual. Although you assured Jess that Bobby was okay and well, it still didn't stop her from growing suspicious as the night went on.

"So, let me get out of this and we can start on those movies huh?" You offered, giving her your most charming smile. "Sounds great." She chirped. You walked into the bathroom to change out of your clothes. It confused Jess as you walked to the bathroom, you guys were comfortable with each other and had changed in front of each other on multiple occasions, yet you were acting so weird tonight. She would've brushed something like this off, until she saw your bandage hip. Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes. Jess decided to change back into her pajamas as well to distract herself from the thoughts occurring in her head, thinking of the many logical reasons why you would have that bandage on you. 

"Everything okay?" You yelled out from behind the bathroom doors as you continued to change, yet you received no immediate answer. You chuckled as you figured that Jess may have been still in awe of those shoes she tried on earlier. Little did you know it was the complete opposite.

Jess's suspicions had started to consume her mind. What is going on? She thought. Why is she being so weird?

 She thought harder, more confused than before. What was the deal with the band aid?

So many questions flooded her mind, she needed an answer. She started to look around. At first nothing was out of the ordinary, that was until she realized Bobby's belongings were nowhere to be found. She searched every inch of his room as quietly as she could. There was nothing, no clothes, no items, or devices. Anxiety began to set in as you entered the room again. "Hey, what are you doing?" You asked as Jess jumped slightly. You sensed the tension in Jess's body as she quickly turned around facing you. "Why are you looking through my stuff?" You continued as you realized the vanity drawer was open. "When's Bobby coming home again?" Panic began to sink in once more as she questioned Bobby's whereabouts. "Soon." You replied. "Don't lie Y/n." She stated, concern plaguing every syllable as she took steps toward you. "What's going on? Did he leave you?"

Tears stung your eyes as they began to stream down your cheeks.  She looked at you with concern in her own eyes as she stared straight into your soul. "Was it a fight? Do you want me to speak to him?" You began to shake your head erratically. "No, no, you can't."  The tears kept coming harder and harder, as you began to cry uncontrollably. She cupped one side of your face gently and wiped away a few of your tears as she gave you a reassuring smile. "What happened?"

You took a deep breath as you prepared for what you were going to say to her. "Bobby's not coming home or going anywhere else for a matter a fact."

"What- What are you talking about?" She asked. You took another deep breath before you continued. "You remember the Frontier wolf? Remember the man who attacked me on the boat?" You watched as all the color drained from her face. Fear now taking ahold of her. "He found me." You whispered.

"And Bobby?"  She said with a trembling voice. "He was dead when i got here." It was at this moment that Jess was scared shitless. Tears began to pool into her eyes. "What'd the police say?" Silence overtook the room before you answered. "I didn't tell them."

"You what?" She exclaimed. "How could you not tell them!?" Her voice raised to a higher tone as she questioned. "He threatened to kill you, didn't he? That has to be the only logical reason why you didn't report!"

"Yeah, well It's not my reason!" You cried. "I couldn't do that to him." You whispered back, unable to meet her gaze. A part of you wanted to take that back, she didn't even deserve an explanation from you. She didn't ask for it. This situation was so far beyond fucked up; you didn't need to lie to make everything worse. Who knows, maybe she'd understand if you'd explain. "Oh my god," She spoke as she realized. "You're protecting him."  She concluded as the pieces of the puzzle finally began to fit together. You are lying about where Bobby is, failing to report his murder, refusing to come clean. The whole thing all made sense now.

The truth dawned onto her, as she stared at you intently in disbelief.

"How long has this been going on?" she asked calmly, with little anger evident in her words. "A month ago..." You muttered. "And Bobby's death?"

"Also, a month ago." You confirmed. The tears were pouring from both of your eyes now as you held your hands tightly in front of you, clenching them into tight fists. Jess didn't respond, instead she reached for her cellphone that rested on the bed. You immediately snatched it away from her. "I can't let you do that Jess."  You said softly as she gazed at you with a cold glint in your eye. "What we have, it's amazing." You continued. "He makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever been, I love him." She scoffed at your admission. "You're sick."  She spat out venomously as she took the phone back away from you.

You couldn't let her tell anyone, let alone the police. You couldn't let her ruin what you have, take away your happiness, it's unjust. It wasn't fair. Instantly you reached for the phone again, this time Jess didn't let go. A struggle ensued between you both. The fight quickly turned into a fight for survival. She knew too much; you couldn't just let her leave. "No!" You screamed bloody murder at her. The fight had escalated rapidly as you kept struggling against her. Jess was stronger than you though as she was able to flip you onto the ground. You gasped loudly as the wind was knocked out of your lungs. You watched as she frantically began to dial emergency services. She may have been stronger, but you were quicker on your feet. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you got up and reached under your pillow. There sat the knife, you hid under your pillow since the day you got off the ship.

"I won't let you take him from me!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as you charged at her, plunging the knife into the crook of her neck.  Her hand clutched onto your wrist tightly as she desperately tried to pull the knife out, ultimately you did resulting in blood spurting onto your face and clothes. Jess clutched her neck in any way she thought fit to stop the blood flowing. She fell onto the ground, gurgling noises erupted from her as she choked, her body's movements becoming more erratic as she fought for her life. You watched as she struggled, your feelings apathetic at the bloody sight that laid beneath you. You knelt and straddled the suffering woman, your grip on the knife tightening and ready for another blow. Raising the knife, you plunged it into her chest, one, two, three times, until she finally stopped moving.

"What the fuck did you do?" A voice erupted from behind you, your neck snapped towards the source of the voice and your eyes widened. There Jongdu stood wearing a patterned shirt and black trousers that hung on him perfectly. "She knew too much," You swallowed. "I couldn't let her leave." Jongdu approached you slowly and picked up the bloody knife from your hand, he took your chin in his next hand, pulling you to look at him. His emotions are also apathetic to the crime. "I couldn't let her take you from me." You uttered softly as you stared into his eyes. He stared down at you with a familiar hardness in his look, yet with a slight softness to it. He ran his thumb across your lips allowing you to plant a small kiss onto it before removing his hand completely. "You did well for your first kill," he said as he investigated the big bloody mess. Your heart filled with warmth as he praised you. "However, it's messy, real messy."

"What do we do?" You asked. "You aren't doing anything." He stated, emphasizing the 'you' in his sentence. "This is too much of a mess for two people to clean. I'll call some reinforcements and you just stay out of the way." You nodded as you lifted yourself off the lifeless body watching send a message on his phone. Soon enough, Jongdu's reinforcements arrived, the fellow murderers that stood alongside him during the coup on the frontier wolf. It surprised you to see all of them still alive and well. You watched in awe from a corner as they all assisted in cleaning your mess, reminiscing about other murders they've committed like they were talking about stories from when they were kids. "A knife in the neck, that's how i did my first kill." One man smiled as he looked up at you, "Turns out little Ms. Perfect doctor ain't so perfect after all. You're one of us now darling." He stopped suddenly in his work as he started to admire you in your bloody nightgown. Jongdu took notice, kicking him back to his senses. "I called you to work, not fuck around." He scolded as his men resumed their work on the corpse.

It took a while but eventually the group managed to clean everything of any DNA or belongings of Jess. Wiping you clean off the future suspect list for her murder. You watched as they packed up and left leaving you and Jongdu in a newly clean house. "I'll be right back." You stated as you walked into the bathroom. You leaned against the sink, staring grimly at yourself. Your hands shook with adrenaline as your brain tried to process what happened tonight. "Good ol' adrenaline, right?" Jongdu snuck from behind you. His broad chest pressed against you as he looked at you through the mirror. "Don't worry so much sweetheart, you did what you had to." His arms wrapped around your waist as he brought his lips to your ear. "Succumbing to one of human's most primal instinct for your own good, such an evil little girl you are." He whispered huskily into your ear, before beginning to kiss your neck hungrily. You shuddered at his touch as his hands roamed your clothed body. "How did it feel?" He asked. "How did it feel to plunge the knife into her, to feel the life expel from her body, watching the light in her eyes go dim?" 

"It felt amazing." You said as you continued to stare at yourself into the mirror guilt still plaguing your mind. You could feel his smile against your skin. "So beautiful." He responded as he admired every drop of blood on you. You could feel how hard he was becoming by the minute.  His hand traveled under your dress, hooking his fingers into the waist band of your panties, and sliding it down your legs. With his intentions loud and clear, you reach for the string of your nightgown intending to slide it down your arm before he stops you. "Keep it on, I want to keep this image of you burned into my mind." He finally released his cock from its cloth confinement, grinding the length of him against your bare ass eliciting a moan. Soon enough your guilt was washed away and replaced with the burning fire of lust. You turned to him and pulled him into a violently aggressive kiss, you bit down on his lip so hard it drew blood, you moaned at the taste.  Soon you broke apart from each other, panting heavily for breath and gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.

Jongdu pulled out of your grasp, lust had overtaken him as his eyes grew darker and darker. With no warning, he lifted you onto the sink, positioning himself at your entrance and thrusting as hard as he could, a ecstatic scream escaped your mouth as he continued to the assault on your cunt. "Fucking hell." He groaned as he pounded into you with vengeance. You could feel yourself gripping onto his shirt, wanting any skin to skin contact with him, eventually ripping his shirt open and wrapping your arms around him and clawing at his back.  Your body was convulsing in pleasure, you threw your head back as you felt your eyes roll into your head feeling your orgasm make its approach so quickly, the bathroom filled with sinful sound of your bodies and the expletives shouted into the air.

The moment seemed to last forever until the waves finally crashed over your body. Jongdu rested his head into the crook of your neck biting harshly at your skin as he came, his hot cum pouring into you as you rode your high, your knees buckled, and legs shook around him as you moaned at your release. If it wasn't for Jongdu holding you, you would’ve for sure collapsed onto the mirror behind you. You both stayed there for what seemed like ages. "Fuck, I missed this," He mumbled quietly as his fingers played with your nightgown. "Me too." You whispered into his ear. Jongdu licked the blood from the bite he created on your shoulder before he pulled away. He stripped himself of his clothes completely before turning his attention to you. Pulling you close once again he clasped the hem of your nightgown and pulled it over your head and threw it aside with his clothing. He lifted you off the sink and carried you to the shower, pushing you inside and closing the shower curtain shutting out the rest of the world. The water cascading down upon the two of you washing every trace of evidence away. The tension between the two of you thickened with every passing second.  You closed your eyes tightly and buried your face into his chest, your hands roaming around his body as he caressed your hips, back and sides lovingly, the two of you lost in your own world as if time had frozen in that very spot. As if nothing else mattered except for the two of you as your bodies moved together in a rhythm only known between you.

Jess's body was discovered just the next month, her remains just like the others, barely noticeable as human and burned to a crisp. None of the other murders had that detail. You figured Jongdu took the extra precaution to hide any trace evidence of you. It was also revealed that Bobby had been missing. Although you were questioned and last seen with Jess no one could possibly find out about the connection between you and this case. By Jongdu's command, you quit your job and started packing to move. When the police questioned your wanting to move, you responded that you felt somewhat guilty for what happened to the people closest to you, you needed a change. A total lie obviously, but it seemed to work as if you were no longer a suspect on the police's radar.

On a crisp Sunday night, Jongdu forced you out of bed, collected your belongings, got you in a car and started driving to only god knows where. You questioned the location you were heading the whole car ride, and not one time did he answer until you reached your destination; The beach you last saw Jongdu after the boat takeover. "Why are we here?" You asked as you looked out the window. Everything about it was exactly like that night, the full moon, the sparkle of the water, the cool air blowing in from the ocean. All memories rushed to you, reminding you of the events. "You'll see," Jongdu smirked as he exited the car, you followed behind him. "Look." He demanded. You gasped at the sight. A small cargo boat approached the shore, with all Jongdu’s fellow convicts boarded. They waved at you and began cheering excitedly. "Jongdu?" You turned your gaze to him in disbelief. "I've been meaning to do some outsourcing," He stated as looked down at you with a sinister smile he wore so well. "So, how about a trip to Japan?"

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PROJECT WOLF HUNTING | 늑대사냥, 2022

Kim Hong-Sun

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