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deadbydaylightaddict · 3 years ago

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Fear And Love

(Yandere! Ji-Woon Hak x Emma Fisher x Yandere! Killer! Kim Hongjoong)

So This is taking place during my Dead By Daylight Twisted Games AU from wattpad. If you want to go and check it out its on my account named LizDarkwolf. Emma is my Oc that @sunsethw4 absolutely ships with JiWoon. Yes bestie I’m calling you out. Love ya tho. So yeee this was my idea that I had and @sunsethw4 agreed that I should write this. I’ll probably rewrite this into a X Reader if I find the motivation to lol .

Enjoy!

~Emma’s POV~

I whimpered as the silver haired, dark dressed boy I knew as my loving boyfriend, Kim Hongjoong, tightened his grip around my chest, pushing my back into his chest, the large hunting knife in his hand, pointing to my chest, right above my right lung, and his small dagger, lodged into my side, just below my ribcage. I whimper and cough, spiting out more blood at the individual directly in front of me, the blood not traveling far, hitting my chest and running down my black shirt. The individual holding my cheeks, now slowly draining of their once rosy color was no one other than The Trickster, or Ji-Woon Hak. A Solo artist who my boyfriend and his coworkers wanted to collaborate with. Blood stained his pale cheeks.

“Oh Darling~ You shouldn’t have run from us~” Hongjoong seductively whispers in my ear, making me close my eyes and try to look away from him, only for Ji-Woon to push my face back to face him.

“Come now Angel~ Don’t be a brat.” Ji-Woon whispered, moving his face closer to mine, his eyes half lidded.

I whimpered as he did, only for Hongjoong to push me closer towards him.

~A Few Months earlier~

I smiled and giggled as Wooyoung told yet another stupid story. The rest of us were here minus Hongjoong who was out to get our surprise guest that was going to produce music with them. Jongho sat in shame at the story Wooyoung told.

Seonghwa just sat there and shook his head in disbelief, lying on his back, his head in my lap and Mingi resting his head on my shoulder, giggling with me.

“Ha! There is no way that happened Woo.” San whimpered, whipping a tear from escaping his eye.

“Really. Your full of shit Woo.” Yunho cried, wiping tears of his own.

Wooyoung only giggled.

“I’m not kidding. Jongho actually did it. I have the video!”

Yeosang reached for Wooyoung’s phone.

“Ok then. Give it her-”

“Everyone!” An excited voice cried, making me and Mingi’s head collide, and audible -THONK- creating as they collided, making us both gasp and whimper in pain at the scare.

“Sorry Mingi.”

“No- I’m sorry Em.” Mingi shot back, rubbing his head.

I looked over at Hongjoong as he looked at Mingi and Seonghwa and then back at the rest of the boys.

“As you know, I’ve gotten in contact with another artist who I’ve wanted to collaborate with ever since his name got big.” Hongjoong, said excitedly, basically jumping with joy.

“Ah! And who would that be?” Seonghwa asked, sitting up so he can sit normally next to me, trying to look professional for the newcomer.

Hongjoong smiled and motioned for the guest to enter the room.

The lilac haired male walked into the room, smoothing his hair back, smiling as he did so.

“Ji-Woon Hak?” San spoke, completely baffled by the discovery.

Ji-Woon looked over towards me, looked at me up and down and smiled, looking away. I visibly shiver and Mingi hugs me, attempting to make me feel better. Seonghwa looked shocked, but his face slowly shifted to confusion.

“Isn’t The Trickster a solo artist?” Mingi asked, tilting his head, confused, not releasing me from his grip.

“Yes! Thats true! But your brilliant leader here convinced me to write a few songs and preform with you!” Ji-Woon exclaimed happily.

I looked at him nervously before looking at Mingi, who looked back and only pulled me closer, trying to comfort me.

~Two Months Earlier~

Its been about 2 weeks since Ji-Woon has joined us. Both him and Hongjoong would stay after hours, saying they would make some more small twinks to the songs and then they would leave. One album turned into two and now the boys were making a third one. It was almost like Ji-Woon had joined the group, now putting 9 members in ATEEZ.

I look out at the dark, yet well lit road, sitting outside for some air until Seonghwa walked out next to me. I looked at him for a moment before looking back out at the few cars that had piled up at the light, waiting for it to turn green. Seonghwa looked at me and sighed.

“I don’t trust Hak,” he confessed.

I look at him and he continues.

“Or Joong for that matter.”

Now that surprised me. His best friend?

“I can under stand Ji-Woon, but what makes you not trust Kim?” I ask.

Seonghwa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, probably expecting that question.

“Kim just doesn’t seem like himself anymore. I came in early yesterday and looked at the new additions to the music he and Hak had made. Its good! Don’t get me wrong, but. . .” He said, slowly trailing off.

“‘But’ what?” I asked.

“It sounded like somewhere deep into the songs that there was some kind of screaming. I tried to take off layers and find them, but I couldn’t.” Seonghwa replied.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Listen Emma,” Seonghwa said, taking my hands, making me face him.

“I know you have a thing for Hongjoong, and the feelings are mutual to him, but look, please, don’t trust him.” Seonghwa said, looking distressed.

Hongjoong likes me? I pulled my hands out of Seonghwa’s.

“Look Hwa, I appreciate your concern, but I can’t help to feel like this is a trick to try to push me away from Hongjoong so you can have a chance with me.” I replied.

Seonghwa looked shocked out of his mind.

“What? No! This is serious Emma, I’m-“

“I don’t want to hear it Park! Just stop. Please,” I replied and walked back inside the building, leaving Seonghwa outside with a clearly broken heart.

~1 month and a Half Earlier~

I looked on in horror at the ablaze studio building. My heart sank at the thought of my lover being trapped inside. I dropped my bag and rammed into the door, managing to push it open, despite my lack in strength. I stumbled in and ran in to help anyone inside to get out.

“San?! Wooyoung?! Yeosang?! Mingi?!” I screamed, coughing as some smoke entered my lungs.

“Seonghwa?! Yunho?! Jongho?! Ji-Woon?! Hongjoong?!”

“In here!” Two voices cried. Hongjoong and Ji-Woon.

I coughed in relief and ran i to the main studio where they were trying to pull a speaker out from in front the door to the recording room. I look over to see the other’s being cooked alive, Seonghwa was the only one still up, trying to not meet the same fate as the others.

His flesh slowly started to burn and peel, his black hair curling towards his scalp due to the heat. We made eye contact. He said something, it wasn’t audible but I could read his lips, he repeated it over and over until he collapsed, not once breaking eye contact unless it was to blink.

“Don’t trust them. Don’t trust Hongjoong. Don’t trust Ji-Woon.”

I looked on in horror as Seonghwa let out an ear piercing scream as he collapsed and was set ablaze, I stood, my muscles locked in place as I watched the death of the eldest member.

“-ma! -mma! EMMA!” Ji-Woon screamed, grabbing my shoulders.

I snapped out of my trance and looked at him as he picked me up, running out the building. I looked back at Hongjoong, who was close behind. Hongjoong looked worried as he continued to run. Fresh air hits my lungs, making me cough up a storm. I hadn’t even noticed the tears running down my ash covered cheeks. Hongjoong, pulled me out of Ji-Woon’s arms and hugged me tightly, whispering worried thoughts into my ear. The firemen and police showed up, but it was too late.

Hongjoong held me to his chest, refusing to let go as the police questioned him. A few other officers pulled Ji-Woon off to the side. The officers tried to get Hongjoong to let go of me, but didn’t. His shaken grip was so tight on me that they thought they would hurt me if they tried to get Hongjoong to let go of me. They told me to come to the station in my free time soon for questioning. They recommended I stay with Hongjoong for a while before heading back to my apartment back in Seoul.

~A Few Hours Earlier~

I sigh and look around the studio apartment, waiting for Hongjoong to get home. He has done this so many times. This ends tonight. I go to the computer and log on and open the find my phone app to track down where his phone was. It was at an abandoned warehouse. What is going on?

I get up and walk to my car, and drive to the location after imputing the address into my phone. I slowly pull up to the building and get out of the car. Once the door closes I hear someone scream. It was masculine, fearing for the worst I quickly called the police. In the middle of doing so, Ji-Woon walked out the building, laughing, Hongjoong following close behind. They were both covered in blood.

“Oh that was good! I can’t wait for Emma to hear the new song we . . .” Hongjoong started but his eyes slowly feel onto me, Ji-Woon following in pursuit.

“Emma, my Angel! Wonderful for you to join us~!” Ji-Woon stated, a sadistic smile forming on his face.

I looked on at their blood covered bodies, whimpering in fear, slowly backing away. Ji-Woon noticed this.

“Don’t let her get away.” Ji-Woon growled, the smile fading from his face immediately, pulling out neon pink and blue knifes.

I turned tail and ran, trying to avoid some of the knives thrown into my back, legs and arms, screaming in pain as they do.

“Emma! Darling! Please come back!” Hongjoong yelled after me.

Seonghwa was right. Was all I could think. He knew something was wrong. I should have listened. I shut him down when I should have listened.

I scream as one knife lands directly in the middle of my spine, hitting some nerves, making my legs lose all feeling and cause me to collapse. I try to get up but my legs won’t work. My entire lower half is paralyzed. I looked on in horror and my legs lied motionless. This is how it die. By the hand of my lover and his new best friend. I completely give in, letting my entire body go limp, tears spilling from my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Seonghwa. I should have listened.” I smile and close my eyes unaware of the fog rolling in and the two loud pairs of footsteps approaching as I fall unconscious, “heh. I guess I should have said ‘I trust you.’ I’m sorry Seonghwa. “

When I open my eyes, I’m in an unknown place, under a large, rusty, bloody and recently used hook, the feeling and ability to use my legs return.

~Present Time~

I whimper as Ji-Woon’s lips collide with mine. Hongjoong’s lips connect with my neck, leaving small purple bruises as he attacks one side of my neck. Ji-Woon bit on my bottom lip softly, telling me to let him have further access to me. I refuse. I scream into Ji-Woon’s lips as Hongjoong, softly turns the knife, causing my panic and Ji-Woon quickly moves his tongue over mine, tasting the coppery liquid in my mouth, leaving nothing untouched. Ji-Woon moaned in delight before pulling away a long red string connecting our tongues.

“Come here Joongie~” Ji-Woon giggles.

Hongjoong leaned towards him, connecting their lips, but making sure I stayed in his grip.

Ji-Woon had moved his hands to Hongjoong’s face, keeping his head still as Ji-Woon let him taste my blood as they kiss. Hongjoong had also moaned at the taste. It didn’t seem like they were gonna separate for a while. I quickly, yet painfully rip the knife out of my side, pure adrenaline rushing through my veins and stab Hongjoong in his thigh, making him yell and let go of me, giving me the perfect chance to stab Ji-Woon in his abdomen, making him fall backwards. I get up and bolt away from them, running as fast as I can away from them. I screamed as a long gash formed in my back and a knife pierced through my right eye. They caught up to me super quickly. I collapsed to the ground, losing all feeling in my body before shooting awake inside a cabin. What?! Where am I?

“Oh Angel (Darling)~ You’ll Regret that~!” I heard their voices call.

The nightmare was far from over.

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cloudycrystalkpop · 3 years ago

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Cutting Edge

pairing: trickster! Hongjoong x surviver! reader

summery: dead by daylight au

words: 1.2k

warnings: gender neutral reader (but one masculine word is used for them bc most of Korean uses gendered language ), violence, gore, murder

notes: I wanted to use actual Korean in this since Ji Woon (Trickster) does in the game, buuuut my knowledge is limited and trying to write anything gender neutral in Korean is very difficult if you are a beginner to the language.

*동생 [dongseng] : literally translated to “younger sibling”. something you would call a friend younger than you.

** 미친놈 [mi-chin-nom] : profanity. literally translated to “crazy bastard”.

you covered your head as the generator groaned and sputtered. cursing under your breath you quickly regained your work until the broken-down generator hummed to life. you grinned triumphantly, before you felt a sinking feeling in your gut.

racing to your feet to went to dash away, but cried out in pain as a dagger embedded itself in your shoulder.

a horrifying giggle was heard, far too close for your own comfort. you dashed off as fast as you could, the sound of footsteps followed close behind you.

the manic laughter never stopped, neither did the knives. one, two, three, four, you dodged them as best you could. two found their mark, embedding themselves in your back.

you let out a scream of pain as a large bat struck your shoulder, knocking you to the ground.

the world fuzzed around you as your head filled with the cutting pain. dizzy you crawled away as best you could, knowing what awaited you. the man stepped on your back, shoving one of the knives deeper into your muscle as you screamed.

his giggling only turned too full, cruel laughter. you shoved with all your strength, catching the man above you off guard. you rolled to your side and hiked to your feet, shoving your attacker hard enough to stumble.

scooping up an abandoned dagger on the ground, one now covered in your own blood, you turned on him, rage in your eyes and pouring in red ribbons down your back.

“FUCK YOU!” you screamed, stabbing the knife in his bare chest.

he yelled in pain and shock, but grabbed your wrist, still holding the knife embedded in his chest. he dragged you closer against him, madness in his eyes.

“you’ve still got fight in you huh? good. I’ll make a murder of you yet.” the words danced on his tongue with a foreign pull.

recall buzzed across you mind. Kim Hongjoong, ex Korean idol turned serial killer. after the tragic death of his group he began torturing and murdering people, recording them and using it his producing. you'd heard his music, he was talented. what a shame it was waisted on a psychopath.

wait, make a, murder out of you?

you hesitated too long.

the bat came crashing down on your skull. your world pulled black as it felt as though your head split open like an earthquake.

when you returned to your senses you found yourself slung over his shoulder, humming happily to himself. you tried to struggle but your body was too broken.

he giggled, tapping your ass with the side of his bat.

“hush now my 동생*, i’ll see you again later~” your head spun as he hoisted you above his head, a hook piercing through your shoulder, holding you there by your shoulder and collarbone.

you screamed in agony, swinging at his head with your arms and legs in a desperate attempt for revenge. he just grinned, your blood painting his shoulder, mixed with his own skidded over his chest. he giggled waving you goodbye as your world slowly turned black.

when you saw him again, was in a yellow field. dead grass and abandoned farming equipment scattered around. crows cried above you, the trees hung with slaughtered pigs.

you'd watched two other survivors hung from the hooks. one generator left, and by the sounds of the screaming, your killer was distracted.

the generator sputtered, blowing smoke in your face. your fingers were raw and scared, lungs burning from the gas.

the screaming stopped. you were the last one left. footsteps, run.

run, run, run. you bolted away, generator be damned. you still had hope, if you were the last one, the hatch would be open, allowing you escape into the inky black mist.

your lungs burned as you bolted towards the tree, corpses hung like Christmas lights from the branches, dead grass stained deep red below. you could see it, the wooden hatch waiting black mist pouring from the corners.

a yellow coat dashed from your vision. Hongjoong, grin wide as ever, kicked the door closed. laughter loud as he watched the hope fade from your eyes.

“my favorite 동생* is back!” he sung happily. you darted out of the way of a plethora of knives.

you'd had enough.

a small scythe rested against a rock, rusted, the wooden handle splintered. rage burned in your blood. you wouldn't die today, not again. never again.

you ducked down, scooping one of his knives and placing it in your boot. with that, you too the broken scythe in your hands, blood dripping down your hands from the splinters.

Hongjoong raised a brow as you let out a yell, sprinting towards him. his laugh died in his throat as you hooked the half moon blade around his shoulder, pulling as hard as you could. the rusted blade tore through his yellow coat, causing a yell to fall from his lips as it yanked through him not long after.

“미친놈**!” he swung his bat at your head, but you caught his arm.

“try again, fucker.” you spat, cracking the side of the scythe against his wrist. he yelps, dropping his bat. you reached to try and hook your blade around his throat, but he steps away, burying a blade in your stomach. you gasp at the stabbing pain, gritting your teeth. he twists it in your gut, before kicking your knees.

you fall to the dirt, and Hongjoong kicks the scythe out of your hands. he laughs manically as he retrieves his bat, raising it over his head.

“you impress me!” he spat, his own blood now dotting the ground. “maybe you’ll be more successful next time~” he cooed.

before his bat could come down on your head, you pulled the blade from your sock, darting up as the bat came down, the blade on the side burins itself in your shoulder, and the blade in your hand buried in his neck.

Hongjoong sputters, shock in his eyes. you grit your teeth, and drag the dagger across his throat, watching the horror in his eyes as you cut him open. the crimson river pours down his bare chest as he tries to gasp, but only a horrible wheezing sound occurs.

“a real shame you waisted that lovely voice.” you growled. he falls to his knees, the bat in your shoulder falling away as you hissed.

Hongjoong stares up at you as the life slowly drains from his face. he continues to make wheezing noises, wether attempts at speech or screaming you didn’t know. but finally as the color disappears from his skin, a large grin paints his face.

“you fucking psychopath.” you growl down at the corpse.

the sound of a loud and low hum begins, the ground cracking in colors of red and orange. blank mist begins to gather at your ankles.

today you win. you didn’t run away. you didn’t make it out. today, you won. but, at what cost?

when you awoke, you were on a street. abandoned cop cars, suburban houses, and hooks instead of light polls. you felt something heavy in your hand, looking down, you found the scythe. now polished and gleaming in the moonlight.

you heard as a generator hummed to life, watching as four survivors scattered, running away in fear of the killer sent to hunt them.

#and literally no one is surprised I main trickster in dbd #Ateez au #dead by daylight au #killer au #serial killer au #kim hongjoong #Hongjoong au #ateez x gender neutral reader #Ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #Ateez drabble #Ateez blurb #Hongjoong drabble #Hongjoong blurb

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moonchildsaurora · 4 years ago

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When Monsters come out to Play

✤ Trickster!Hongjoong + reader (feat. Wooyoung) ✤ genre: Dead by Daylight AU // horror, angst (not really tho), survival mode ✤ t/w: sfw, rated M, contains: swearing/depictions of violence + blood/unhinged minds/death scene/mentions of weapons ✤ count: 1.9k+

a/n - have y’all seen Trickster from the dbd game? I would betray everyone in game for that man. So this piece is heavily inspired by that character & his lore, my mind is still reeling that the creators really did THAT. A few tweaks from the canonverse but hope you guys enjoy this wild ride! 💙

✛ play these vibes: Sub Urban - ‘Cirque’, P!ATD - ‘Emperor's New Clothes‘, Gi-DLE - ‘Oh my god’ ✛

Neon lights streaked across his face and dark ash hair, illuminating the silver that hung around his neck. Sharp kohl-lined eyes fixed on the two other figures dancing heartily around the karaoke booth, singing at the top of their lungs. Although one could argue that their borderline screams could be passable as so.

However, it was music to his ears and a hunger woke from its deep slumber. This feeling that was on the crisp of being foreign to him because he has not yearned for something this badly for quite some time now.

“I need it.”

The shrill cadence of the laughter from the figure who nearly tripped over his own feet, in a harmonious duet with the other’s. A soprano-like noise escaped your mouth when you fell from grace unto the lap of your newly-acquired friend who narrowly moved his wild berries cider out of harm’s way.

“I want it.”

You missed the rapacious glint in his eyes as you shouted at the other howling male, who was now in a heap on the couch and microphone dangling from his hand. You turned to apologise, with a peck on his cheek, to your angel of music. As you had so kindly dubbed him upon your first meeting. Peals of laughter fell from your lips when his onyx-dipped nails squeezed your sensitive sides. He was buzzing, not just from his drink but the sudden inspiration to create once more.

The spotlight has returned and centre stage beckons him home.

Yes, he wanted it.

“All of it.”

“C’mon! This way,” Wooyoung heaved sharply, tugging you with haste round the corner.

His grip on your hand, though sweaty, was desperately firm. Survival instincts had kicked in for the both of you, forcing adrenaline to fuel your exhausted bodies to run.

Agonised screams plagued the foggy darkness around your surroundings. Another fallen prey in this twisted game of cat-and-mouse you were forced to participate in. You didn’t know exactly how many others were stuck in the abandoned industrial site either. One minute Wooyoung and you were having a late night study at the local library, before the lights cut and so did your consciousness.

A manic laugh that echoed through the grounds and jerk of your arm wrenched you from your hazy thoughts.

Wooyoung held you close to him, signalling for you to stay hushed. He peered around the metal storage container to see if the coast was clear, not that the fog allowed anything to be visible more than beyond a few feet ahead. So he had to rely on sound and visual tracking of any sudden movements.

The dead silence was unnerving.

You had barely stepped out around your hiding spot once you’ve both deemed it safe when Wooyoung hissed in panic, “Watch out!”

You were dragged to the hard ground, scraping your palms on the gravel before what felt like a bee zipping past the crown of your head. The metallic thud caught your attention enough to swerve to look behind you. Where your head had been just a few seconds ago, now had a neon blade embedded right through the steel panel.

“Fuck! He’s coming, we need to go. NOW!”

The manic laughter seemed to be echoing all over your surroundings now, and not being able to pinpoint the direction whilst having to run blindly in the dark probably wasn’t the ideal plan for your survival.

Your breath hitched when Wooyoung’s hand suddenly slipped out from yours.

“Wooyoung!” you cried out for him.

“RUN!”

A forceful shove pushed you away from the initial direction you were heading towards, causing you to be thrown off balance and stumble onto the damp ground. The sounds of more cussing and a scuffle could be heard. You scrambled backwards, away from the source.

Scarce beams of moonlight filtered through the holes in the roof provided limited light to help you navigate your way around, using your sense of touch to avoid running into objects. Your mind screamed for you to turn back for Wooyoung yet the logical side of you knew he’d be mad at you for not using the window of opportunity he so freely gave to escape.

“He knows how to fight, he can handle himself.”

False comfort was the only thing you could offer yourself then. Skidding round a corner, you almost bowled someone over had they not latched onto your shoulders first.

“Please! You have to help me!”

The young woman was hysterical and dug her nails into your skin as she had her iron grip on you. Seeing her up close you were quick to notice both her arms and clothes were stained dark crimson, whether or not that was her own – you couldn’t tell.

“He’s going to kill me! He’s going to KILL ME!”

You winced as her voice became progressively louder. That fool was going to give your location away at this rate. You tried to wriggle your way out of her hold, which proved to be a wrong move, for she threw herself against you and shook you silly.

“Get me out! I didn’t do anything wrong. Why is he doing this?!” The tears that cascaded down her grimy face mixed in with the blood and left trails of red.

She sure was getting on your nerves.

“Shut it! You’re goin-“

“There you are my little mouse.”

The both of you froze. Like deer in headlights upon hearing that sickly silky voice purr out from the shadows. The young woman immediately drew back and hid behind you, as if you were a pillar of defence against this predator. Her hands that still clutched onto the back of your top trembled so intensely, you wouldn’t be surprised if the seams were to split open.

Hongjoong took his sweet time stepping towards you. Twirling those neon blades deftly around his fingers, metal glinting dangerously whenever it caught the moonlight. The scattered beams acted as spotlights and this was his stage to run. You’d thought a paint job had gone wrong for the mess of reds, both fresh and dried, marking him from his obnoxiously bright coat to his bare toned torso to the heels of his boots.

“Aren’t you having fun?” giggled Hongjoong, making a gesture to his foggy domain by spreading his arms wide out.

“What do you want from us?! You monster!”

Her cries added fuel to the already burning flames, ironically extinguishing out the last of your patience.

“Call me something I don’t already know darling.”

The tip of his tongue darted out to lick the blood smear at the corner of his mouth.

That playful grin that had grown to be your favourite on him now looked so sinister. Hongjoong pointed one of the blades directly at you, “It’s time for you to join your little friend, I’m sure he’s already dying to reunite with you.”

“Don’t leave! Please don’t leave me!” the woman buried her face in your back. You didn’t reply to the woman but reached behind to firmly grasp her wrists. She mistook this for reassurance and to your relief, dropped her hands from your back.

Oh, how easy was it to lay the bait.

“What did you do to Wooyoung?”

Hongjoong might’ve expected you to be angry or even hurt, considering you three grew to be somewhat friends over time. Wooyoung and you had taken him under your wings when he was new to the town, and this was how he repaid you? Instead, you held his gaze and your voice didn’t waver when the question came out. If he was surprised he did not show it.

“I wanted a sample, of his music. It didn’t hurt…much…to get it!”

And the crazed twinkle reappeared in his foreign golden orbs, replacing the gentler brown eyes you were used to.

“And I want one from you too! In fact, both you and Wooyoung will be the main features of my next musical composition. I always save the best for the last, but…”

Hongjoong unfolded a fan of blades and drew his arm back into a pre-throw stance, “I’m just a tad impatient tonight and you’ve made me wait long enough angel.”

You found yourself facing down several blades making a beeline for you. To hell with the theatrics if Hongjoong thought he had waited long enough. You had done yours far longer, for the pure satisfaction of being able to rip the limelight away from one who thrives in it – in the perfect moment.

Within the few milliseconds you had left, you harshly yanked what you still had within your grasp to the front.

The applause died down and silence consumed the area.

Hongjoong tilted his head with curiosity and eyes widened by a miniscule at the scene before him. A choked gurgle. The blades had all found their marks on a new target and the corners of your lips curled up as you felt the life drained from the woman’s body before it went limp. Finally, the pest ceased to exist.

“Oh Hongjoong…”

There was a vicious edge to the tone of your voice now, and you let the ragdoll of a body fall into a heap by your feet. You bent down to pluck one of the blades from her body and nonchalantly inspected it. Not really having a care that the pool of red was starting to creep towards your feet.

“…Or would you rather I address you as, Trickster?”

A flicker of surprise, or supposedly irritation, passed over his features. Hongjoong clicked his tongue and slowly dropped his arms back down. What were you exactly playing at? This was his game, not yours.

“Word’s been around. And hearing about the Trickster perked our curiosity…so of course we just had to meet you.”

The puzzle pieces were starting to click together – Hongjoong merely became an actor in this script you gave him. Having Wooyoung and you cross paths with Hongjoong was a crafted intention.

Yet, what made the seeds of anger burst under his skin more so was the climax you denied him.

Hongjoong let out low grunt when one of his knees gave way under him, effectively bringing him down. A hand roughly grabbed the back of his freshly dyed silver hair and forced his head forward.

“When in the presence of the queen, you should be bowing. It’s only courteous, no?”

The dolphin-like laugh followed wasn’t hard to recognise who it belonged to. Another flick of his wrist, Wooyoung manoeuvred Hongjoong like a marionette. Thin, almost-invisible strings gleamed under the tiniest fleck of moonlight. Hongjoong would’ve attempted to sever his ties free but at what cost? Wooyoung prided himself in giving the cleanest cut each time he got bored of his new toy.

You scoffed at the nickname Wooyoung used, with slight affection.

“Hate to burst your bubble hon, but you’re not that special,” Wooyoung continued his mocking. Stepping aside to let you crouch in front of Hongjoong, he watched on with eagerness as you tilted Hongjoong’s chin with his own neon blade you were holding from before.

“Little musician, you’re the new kid who strolled into our playground. And…”

Hongjoong’s eyes darted to look over your shoulder, at a few other figures who started to appear out of the dark. You tapped his chin to garner his attention once more. His golden eyes met your now, brilliant ruby red ones. A venomous smile stretched across your lips with your pupils forming into slits.

“…unfortunately, there isn’t enough room for another monster to play around this part of town. “

“However, should you put on another show somewhere else…” suggested the one wearing a white crow’s mask, voice deceptively child-like.

You hummed at the idea. Fingers slowly tracing the playful grin that was already growing back on Hongjoong. It’d be a waste to get rid of such a pretty face wouldn’t it?

“We’d gladly come as your audience when you take the centre stage once more.”

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