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dramallamas · 5 months ago

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HIII!

I would like to know if you started writing the jwds AU orrr are you not..?

i'm alive but i had a whole typical ao3 author curse moment so... yeah. save your £9.5k and don't go to uni and also make sure to get a health check up kids!

ANYWAY. Technically I have a whole chapter ready to go but nothing is complete. It would be 1/? for a while as Netflix very kindly decided to take Beyond Evil OFF OF NETFLIX so i have to look for a new source :/

So for now I present the unedited first chapter as ao3 is currently down and I haven't finished going through this bitch yet:

The world has been god awful for a long time, but this is an extra level of fucked that, quite frankly, Juwon could really do without.

His father would hate him even more if he saw him now: standing in front of his bathroom mirror with blood gushing out of his nose like a waterfall. One of his hands clutches the edge of his sink as he leans over it and the other is pressed against his nose and mouth in a futile attempt to stop the flow of it. He refuses to look in the mirror, afraid that he will see the hellish version of him grinning like a maniac. He can hear it, though, the taunts it throws out to try and lure him into a false sense of security.

He must be one of the first people to be overcome with this sudden infection because there has been no records of people having the same symptoms in anything other than some unreliable chat rooms in the smallest corners of the internet. Nothing they said was useful anyway. He knows what he is becoming: a monster, creature of darkness and nightmares, freak of nature, something along those lines.

That is the goal of his sadistic reflection: to get him to turn. He won’t let it win, though, of course he won’t. He is human and will fight this infection until the bitter end, and maybe there is a small chance it will go away.

The last of the blood drips from Juwon’s nose and he slowly removes his hand, staring at the blood coating it. It’s so gross but he cannot look away from how he has turned his bathroom sink into what looks like a crime scene. Immediately he washes the blood off his hand, face and the sink whilst pointedly ignoring his reflection who offers deal after deal in an attempt to claim his soul in exchange for something he wants, such as freedom from his father, or the answers to any case.

It’s tempting, Juwon won’t lie, but it’s not worth giving up his life for. It is a deal with the devil, a double-edged sword, and something Juwon would never trust. That thing in the mirror just wants him to surrender himself to his curse so it can turn him into a horrific monster.

Juwon leaves his bathroom and goes to collapse on his sofa. There’s still the taste of his own blood on his tongue from where it had seeped into his mouth earlier but he makes no move to change it. Instead, tiredness seeps into his bones as he melts into the sofa. The excessive nosebleeds always leave him exhausted.

For now, these moments of relapse are the majority and worst of it. It’s messy and uncontrollable (causing some sudden bathroom breaks in public settings) but Juwon knows it could be worse by a long shot, and that it will be. He takes a small comfort in the fact he hasn’t hit that stage yet.

There is a part of him that is curious as to what type of monster he would be. Would he constantly be seeing red, hurting people and killing them? Or would he be relatively calm, but just horrific looking? And what monster-skills would he develop? Strength? Speed? Night vision?

However, this curiosity is not enough for him to give in. He has to fight this, even on the days where he would rather cave in.

One shit day followed the next and now he’s stuck in a small town called Manyang, who’s only reputation is for a serial murder case. Not that that case doesn’t interest him. On the contrary, he intends to solve it despite it going cold 20 years ago, and quite fortunately he already has the perfect suspect in mind: Lee Dongsik.

Lee Dongsik is someone he is somewhat familiar with already, having read his file. He was actually arrested for being the prime suspect of the aforementioned case but was let go due to lack of evidence and a perfect alibi. Juwon suspects foul play. Something doesn’t add up with this and everything he knows revolves around this man. Quite fortunately, Lee Dongsik is also an inspector at the substation Juwon has been stationed.

However, Juwon quickly learns that Dongsik is the most infuriating man on the face of the earth. He takes every opportunity to tease him and never gives him a straight answer. It’s very hard to have peace when he is around. He couldn’t have asked for a more annoying partner.

To make matters worse, this increase of stress and frustration is not helping his affliction. His nosebleeds have become more frequent, meaning he has to make some creative yet believable excuses or just slip away while they happen. He has to carry a handkerchief or a tissue packet with him everywhere to clean his face the best he can afterwards. He’s lucky that nobody has questioned it beyond it being him not wanting to socialise or just a regular, totally human, nosebleed he gets every now and then when they see small traces of blood on his face.

His reflection, inner monster, whatever it is, has also been more of a menace than before. It laughs at him and is trying harder and harder to get him to accept his situation and let go. It promises him answers to the cold case, recognising Juwon’s desire to solve it. However, Juwon knows that even if he got them, they would only be self-satisfactory and he couldn’t use them in the real world.

The most concerning part is that his ‘monsterization’ is progressing quicker than anticipated and there has been a new development. Every now and then, his eyes will match his reflection’s: a deep black that absorbs all the light entering it. In this state, he feels like he is going crazy and wants to thrash out at anything and everything. He is still in control, but is more prone to acting upon impulse. This is a danger that he can only recognise in hindsight and then clean the aftermath of it, such as tidying the kitchen he made a mess of or covering up a small hole he punched in the wall. Juwon is glad that nobody has seen those moments of weakness.

Still, Juwon does his job to the best of his ability and doesn’t let it stop him from pursuing the truth and justice. He can manage his condition just fine and won’t let it get to him.

It’s not long before things start to go south in Manyang. This girl, Kang Minjeong, 21 years old, is drunk and cuffed to the seats in the substation. Juwon immediately doesn’t like her, but holds himself back from showing it too because clearly everyone else here cares about her a lot, and he could do without the entire town hating his guts.

In her drunken state, she whines at Dongsik that she ‘wasn’t cheating on him’ whilst she was out. Does that mean that Dongsik and her are together? It feels a bit weird but Dongsik is an insane person so he doesn’t put it past him. It would actually make sense considering how much Dongsik cares about her and puts up with as she throws a tantrum like an immature teenager. It shouldn’t bother him about Dongsik’s relationship status, but he justifies it as something relating to the case and he has to find out everything he can about this man in order to solve it. He will have to verify this new information later when he gets the chance.

She eventually sneaks out some hours later when nobody's looking. She must still be wandering around and not home considering her keys are still on the floor, which he only noticed in an almost-argument with Dongsik (a regular occurrence by this point).

Juwon doesn’t stick around to see what happens that night. He has new points to add to his case wall and would benefit from a decent night's sleep in regards to his plans for tomorrow.

The following morning, Juwon gets up before the sun does and drives down to Manyang to be there by 5am. He sits in his car outside of Dongsik’s house, waiting for him to leave. He needs to have a talk with him.

He doesn’t have to wait long as within 5-10 minutes, Dongsik walks out of his front door. Commenting on why he is up so early seems stupid, as it’s more than likely Dongsik would probably ask “why are you up at 5am to just park outside my house and watch me? Are you a stalker?” Frankly, Juwon would rather avoid that conversation.

They end up taking a walk around the neighbourhood, or as Dongsik calls it, a ‘thorough tour of our jurisdiction’. He isn’t sure why, considering he is familiar with most of Manyang by now and knows all the points of interest that he needs to know. They see rows of houses, Dongsik pointing out the odd thing or two but for the most part it is a completely normal, nice-looking neighbourhood, at least on the surface level. It wouldn’t be too horrible to move here.

He expresses the intention to do so to Dongsik, who doesn’t seem that bothered by it, but more curious about Juwon.

“Just what about me interests you so much?” Dongsik asks, stepping into Juwon’s personal space. In any other situation, the question would be seen as flirtatious, but with Dongsik, one is never certain with his intentions. He doubts it’s that, though.

“I don’t think it’s that I’m a cop,” he continues, “perhaps that I’m a suspect?”

The question hits the nail on the head, but Juwon isn’t surprised. It was clearly rhetorical and Dongsik also knows that the answer is yes.

“Let me ask you,” he says instead, flipping Dongsik’s question back at him, “just what about me interests you so much?”

There has to be something, as there is no logical reason Dongsik would keep toying with him for as long as he has. What could interest him to play along (though Juwon isn’t playing) with Juwon?

He presses on, “you seem dying to know what I was up to at Foreign Affairs.” He doesn’t back down, not to Dongsik. He couldn’t care less what he thought of Juwon nor what he found at Foreign Affairs but if there is a button Juwon can press, he will press it.

Dongsik is about to respond, but something catches his eye behind Juwon. His face falls. Dongsik pushes past him and Juwon turns to follow; that’s when he sees it. Minjeong’s fingertips, exactly like the case from 20 years ago.

He feels frozen, rooted in place as he debates on what to do. It’s not fear, more pure shock that takes over him. He mentally shakes himself. This case has been busted wide open and as both a police officer and the first one to discover these fingertips he should call it in.

Then he hears it, the choked back sob coming from Dongsik that makes him hesitate, look up from his phone and stare at the man who has lost someone who he now knows was like a daughter to him.

He feels… something. An urge to comfort Dongsik, tell him he’s sorry and that he isn’t alone. It really hits him how this man has lost so many people including all his family. Juwon still has his dad, even though he is not a great one.

Damn it, he shouldn’t think like that. That kind of thinking is dangerous especially when Dongsik is the culprit. This has to be an act, in order to gain some sympathy and attempt to convince him otherwise.

Too bad, Lee Dongsik, too bad. Juwon calls in the fingertips.

Juwon doesn’t hang around much after the rest of the local police force arrives. He can feel the telltale signs of his monsterization taking over and needs to get out of sight fast.

He rushes back to his car and drives back to his flat as fast as legally possible. He makes it, but not without getting blood in his car and on his clothes. He punches the code to his apartment so aggressively, it’s a miracle that it isn’t broken, and then stumbles through the door, clutching at the wall for balance as the voice in his ears grows louder and a pins-and-needles like tingling appears under his skin.

That’s new, and bad. He can only feel it in certain parts of his body, from the tips of his left hand up his shoulder to the side of his neck and face and top of his head, as well as all along the left side of his torso. It hurts where his clothes touch his skin and hair sticks to his forehead. Any type of contact creates a new kind of horrific pain.

He knows his eyes have gone dark, and that he probably looks like he has just committed a murder with all the blood on him. But that is the least of his worries when in his mind he is reaching out and screaming for someone or something to help him and take the pain away, someone other than his inner monster. He leans his right side against the wall while the tears that have spilled over burns against his cheeks.

He stares at his bloodstained hands and thinks he sees something grow through his skin, changing his hand into something else, but he isn’t sure. He feels so light headed that he could easily just be imagining it.

Slowly, he slumps down the wall, sitting near his thankfully closed front door. He aches so much that it’s driving him insane. Juwon’s fist collides with the wall, creating a decently sized hole in the once flawless white paint, small chips of plaster and paint falling to the floor.

#beyond evil #괴물 #jwds #kdrama #han juwon #lee dongsik #mwah there u go

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