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insidekatmind · 1 month ago

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Mine~Do shik

Wearning: mention of sex,manipulation

Request: yes!

The rain fell thick and relentless, drumming on the rooftops and sweeping the deserted streets. You walked home late that night, your cold hands buried in your jacket pockets, your pace quick in the desire to reach the warmth of your apartment.

Just as you turned the corner of your street, a stifled groan made you stop. Turning, you saw a figure slumped against a dumpster, his breathing ragged and his face contorted in pain. Without thinking twice, you approached.

"Hey! Are you okay?" you asked in a trembling voice.

The man looked up, his dark eyes shining with a strange intensity, despite his pale and sweaty face. A deep wound tore his right side, blood staining his white shirt already soaked in rain.

"Help..." he muttered, his voice hoarse and desperate.

You didn't have the heart to leave him there. With an effort, you helped him up and carried him to your apartment, struggling to support his weight. Once inside, you sat him on the couch and ran to get the first aid kit.

"What happened? An accident?" you asked as you cut open the blood-soaked shirt to disinfect the wound.

"Someone... attacked me." he replied, his voice steadier but still full of pain.

Your hands worked carefully, cleaning and bandaging the wound carefully. Despite his battered appearance, the man exuded a disturbing charm, a magnetic aura that you couldn't detach yourself from.

"Thank you," he said finally, when the pain seemed to have eased at least a little. "Not everyone would help a stranger on the street."

You sketched a nervous smile. "I couldn't leave you there. You need rest. Stay here tonight."

He nodded, narrowing his tired eyes. He seemed sincere in his gratitude, yet there was something indefinable in his gaze that made you uncomfortable. You shook your head, banishing that irrational thought.

"Can I offer you something to eat?" you said softly, stroking the edge of his blindfold that you put on him.

He nodded, his face tilting in your direction as if trying to gauge your figure despite the blindfold. "Yes, please. I'm starving."

You walked into the kitchen, the sound of rain slapping heavily on the window pane filling the quiet apartment. You rummaged through the refrigerator, trying to decide what would be easiest to prepare. In the living room, the man shifted on the couch, his hand brushing the bandages you had placed earlier.

You bring him the food and sigh. “You need the bandage ,” you say softly, putting it back on.

He winced slightly as you wrapped the bandage around his torso, "You don't have to go out of your way for me," he protested, his voice low. He reached for the soup you had prepared, lifting the spoon to his lips.

You watched him eat, taking in his sharp features, the muscles of his arms, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. There was something intriguingly attractive about him, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that there was some underlying danger lurking.

“But you're hurt,” you said softly. He paused, the spoon hovering over his bowl. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Seems like good Samaritan is your calling,” he teased.

You ignored his comment, returning to the first aid kit to ensure you had everything you needed to properly care for his wounds. Each time your fingers grazed his bare skin, a shiver ran down your spine.

He must have noticed it because he lifted an eyebrow, his gaze turning slightly curious. “Nerves?” he asked, setting down the bowl.

Your cheeks warm and you averted your eyes, trying to focus on your task. “No... I just want to make sure you don't get an infection,” you responded, your voice steady despite your inner turmoil. Despite his charming demeanor, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something terribly wrong.

His hand snaked around your wrist, his touch like a silent command. “Look at me,” he whispered, a hint of something dark flashing in his gaze. Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his, your heart rate quickening. You felt vulnerable under his intense stare, as if he could see into your very soul.He pulled you down onto the couch next to him, your knee almost straddling his leg. This close to him, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, the strength of his grip on your wrist. His thumb traced lazy circles over your skin, an intimate gesture that both disturbed and thrilled you.

"Do you need anything else?” you whispered softly. He chuckled softly, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down your spine. “No, I don’t need anything.” His hand moved from your wrist, his fingers brushing your jawline, his touch surprisingly gentle. His thumb traced your lower lip, his gaze roaming over your face, studying you closely. “You're beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, the words heavy with a strange undercurrent.

You blushed softly. “Thank you,” you whispered. He leaned closer, his face just inches from yours now. Your breaths mingled, the proximity making your heart race. His hand moved from your jawline to your hair, his fingers brushing the silky strands almost tenderly. "You're so trusting," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You let a stranger into your home, take care of them, let them touch you like this. Aren't you afraid?"

“Should I?” you whispered. He chuckled again, his hand now tracing your collarbone, his touch burning against your skin. He was close enough that you could count his eyelashes, see the dark flecks of his eyes. "Probably," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You have no idea who I am, what I might do..." His thumb swept over your bottom lip again, his gaze intense, almost predatory.

"Yet," he continued, his hand moving to your bare neck, his thumb brushing the base of your throat, "you didn't hesitate. Why is that?"

His touch was possessive, claiming, and you couldn't help but shiver under it.

You couldn't answer, too overwhelmed by his proximity, his touch, his intense gaze. You could see the edge of a smirk on his lips, as if he knew exactly how affected you were. His fingers continued their gentle caress, moving down from your neck to your collarbone, tracing the edge of your top crop.

"I could do anything to you right now," he whispered, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "And you'd let me, wouldn't you? You'd let me touch you, taste you, take you... all because you're too kind, too trusting, too naive."

His touch grew bolder, sliding under the thin fabric of your top crop, his fingers scorching hot against your skin. He pulled you closer, your legs now straddling his lap, your bodies intimately close.

You gently place your hands on his shoulders and look at his lips.

He caught your gaze, his smirk growing wider as he saw the blatant desire in your eyes. He moved one hand to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him, his other hand still exploring under your top crop. "You want something, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice dripping with seduction.

You were trembling now, your body aching for his touch. You leaned forward, your lips just a breath away from his. "Yes..." you whispered back, your voice quivering with need. He chuckled softly, his hand moving up from your back to your neck, gripping it gently."You're so eager," he murmured, his breath hot on your cheeks. "I like that." He pulled you even closer, until your body was flush against his, his hand now roaming under your top crop. Everywhere he touched sent sparks dancing across your skin, igniting an inferno inside you.

His fingers traced a path up your stomach, his touch gentle but possessive. "You're soft," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. "So soft and willing." He pulled at the hem of your crop, tugging on it just enough to bare your midriff, his hand immediately moving to explore the exposed skin.He didn't hesitate, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was hot and demanding. He kissed you like he was starving, his hand gripping your waist tightly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring every inch, claiming you, marking you as his.

He groaned against your mouth, his hand moving from your waist to your back, pressing you even closer. He angled your head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue battling with yours in a heated dance. Your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling and gripping as he bit and nipped at your lip.He was relentless, his hand roaming under your crop once again, tracing every curve of your body. He broke the kiss to move his lips down your neck, his mouth hot and possessive on your skin. He found your pulse point and sucked hard, no doubt leaving a mark.

“Let's go to the bedroom,” you whispered, looking at him longingly.

He groaned at your words, his grip on you tightening. "Eager thing, aren't you?" he teased, his voice gruff and lust-filled. Without another word, he stood, lifting you easily into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands clinging to his shoulders as he carried you to the bedroom.

You ended up having sex, and it was the best sex you've ever had. You cuddled up to him and rested. He pulled you closer, his body warm and solid against yours. His hand traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch tender and possessive. He seemed different now, softer somehow.

After a while you wake up and notice that Do Shik is still sleeping, you smile softly and stroke his hair. Then you turn on the television to distract yourself. You were leaning against his chest while watching television, you were about to slip back into sleep when a special edition of the news abruptly woke you up.

The image of a man filled the screen. "The authorities are still looking for Do Shik, the dangerous serial killer who escaped from police custody a few hours ago," the reporter said in an alarmed voice. "Please do not approach and contact the police immediately if spotted."

Your blood ran cold. The man in the report had the same face as the one you had saved.

Your eyes widened and he lifted you off his chest while you pulled the blanket over your naked body. "It's not possible..." you whispered, your eyes glued to the television.

"Ah, that really is a bad shot." His voice was velvety, almost amused.

You whirled around. He was awake and sitting up like you, with a smile that made you shiver. "Don't you also think it's much better to see me in person?"

Your breathing became uneven, your heart pounding in your chest. Your mind desperately searched for a way out, but his words had you immobilized.

"What do you want?" you asked in a small voice.

"Oh, I don't want anything too complicated." His smile widened. "Just you."

And from that moment on, your life was never the same.

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