#serial killer! seungmin

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part one // serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader

WC: ~10k

RATING: mature/explicit/mdni—contains: rough sex, manipulation, strangulation, blood, implied drugging, murder

SYNOPSIS: Seungmin floats through life alone, haunted by his memories—keeping himself under control, and quieting his mind the only way he knows how…killing and watching the life leave his victims eyes. When you cross his path on a morning hunt, something new (something forgotten) starts to move inside of him, leading both of you on a path to confront the unspeakable past.

[ ML— DEITY MASTERLIST ]

The smell of smoke reaches his nose, and the craving comes on so suddenly, and so strong…he hates this, not being able to control something so small. He doesn't have much control at all, if he thinks about it. He hasn't had any real control in years—just the illusion of it. The first chance Seungmin gets, he disappears into a convenience store, and he walks back out with a pack of cigarettes clenched in one hand. He bites down on a fresh book of matches as he bounces it against the heel of his palm, eyes still carefully scanning the streets as he unwraps the plastic and pops one between his lips.

The sound of the match against the striker strip is enough to calm his nerves, but the first slow drag quiets his mind and numbs the itch in his limbs. The part of his brain that doesn't shut up when it's time likes to smoke lately, it seems, so he listens. More of his illusion.

Just as he pulls in another lungful, you breeze past him, head down, eyes glued to your phone. Seungmin can see exactly what you're doing—looking at a map as you walk, probably a little lost, and you’re mumbling quietly. Scolding yourself, maybe, but taking your time and obviously trying to keep it together. He wonders just how lost you are, but he doesn't move right away…he’s smarter than that. That itch returns very quickly, despite the cigarette, and his legs shake a little with the anticipation of following behind. Lucky for him, you stop and duck under the awning for some shade, and probably to get your bearings.

He likes the way you look.

You feign confidence, and you really are doing a great job of fitting in and acting like you know where you are—where you need to go. If anyone else was nearby, they wouldn't even suspect you needed help. And you’re pretty. Seungmin thinks you probably don’t know that, not here, so out of your element. You are, though.

Just as he moves to approach you, you lift your gaze, and your eyes find his. Seungmin freezes for a moment, then slowly takes the cigarette from him lips. “Hello,” he smiles and turns away a little to blow out his smoke. “I’m sorry, I can…” he discards it, then turns back, hoping your eyes are still on him…

He was a little rushed this morning, his hair dryer broke, and he spilled an entire iced coffee on his way out the door. Going out today didn’t seem like the best idea, but he figured he would at least make the attempt, and try again tomorrow if he had to. Seungmin is very glad he tried today. You still look up at him with keen, hopeful eyes when he turns to face you again.

“…put this out.” He tries English—it’s the only western language he knows. “Do you need help reading your map?”

Still, you stare…silent. If you don’t speak English or Korean, he’s out of luck, and he’ll have to drag himself back home, alone, and crawl into bed until tomorrow.

“Yes…thank you”

He sighs internally, and smiles softly at you. Once again, his looks (and his fluent English) get him what he wants. Seungmin doubts you would have taken the help if that first look didn't get something moving in you. He could see it in your eyes. “Where are you headed? I might be more useful than that map.”

Still, you hesitate for a brief moment, “...my apartment. I took the bus, and I missed it coming back. But I think I’m almost there. I’m just a little anxious, and I’m being stupid…”

“No, you’re not. Have you been here long? In Seoul?”

“About a week”

“No, not stupid. What’s the address?”

/ / /

“Stay close, we can probably get the whole way across.” He looks back at you, and slows enough for you to catch up to his long strides. “No, maybe not,” he takes your wrist in his hand, and it’s unnecessary, because you stop with him. It’s a good start…the first touch. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you glance at him, and then to his hand wrapped around you, “I think I know where I’m at now.”

“You think?”

“I think”

“I’ll take you to your building. You don’t have to invite me up…promise.”

It’s another two blocks before you finally see it, and the sight of it is a relief. Seungmin can almost feel the tension leave your body as you approach it, but there’s a long moment of silence between you when you finally get there.

Eventually, you unfreeze yourself and speak,“thank you for your help…uh, what should I call you?”

“Thank you for letting me help. You can call me Seungmin.” He smiles shyly when he says his name.

“Seungmin, is it okay if do?”

“Do what?” He already knows what you’re getting at, but he cocks his head and bites his lip.

“Invite you up. I’m sure you have better things to do, though.”

Seungmin loves the flush in your cheeks when you ask. The nervous energy that left you returns, and it gets his blood pumping everywhere it needs to—his heartbeat jumps, and he hopes his cheeks pink up a little bit, too. “No, that’s been my best offer all day.” He knows he can’t do anything here, but this is also an unusual feeling—visiting the home of a potential victim. It's not necessary, and it's very personal...and it's a little bit awkward.

“This is cute.” Seungmin stands in one spot, and examines the tiny apartment. It’s simple, and still a little plain, but you’ve barely had time to settle. He can picture the twin size bed you’re sleeping on, and how the two of you would barely fit; the commotion you’d make…the mess. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he feels himself getting hard as he watches you stare so intensely.

“What?” He smirks. You smile back, so Seungmin lets his grow a little wider.

“Do you want some coffee? You look like a coffee person.”

“I am, I would love some”

/ / /

“You’re a long way from home,” Seungmin says over the rim of his mug, casually scanning every part of you as he does—your bare feet shuffling on the area rug; your legs, easy to admire in the tight leggings you’re wearing; body sinking comfortably into the squishy couch. He sits up and turns himself toward you a little more. “May I ask why?”

“Work. But I think I’m very under-qualified for the position…I took it to get away from my old life, and my ex.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Bad breakup?”

“Bad enough…I’m sure things could’ve been worse”

If he can find out when the break-up happened, Seungmin can figure out just how vulnerable you still are. “If it was worth coming this far, I’m sure it was bad.” Reaching out right now and grabbing your throat would be so, so easy. It would be nothing; his hands would wrap perfectly around your delicate neck. He can almost feel the snap of your hyoid, your pulse as it speeds up; slows down; stops completely. Vulnerable, but still guarded—soft, sad eyes, and nervous fingers tapping against the mug, turned slightly away from him.

Still, when you look at him again, you light up a little. “My turn…what were you doing smoking outside a GS25 all alone this morning? I’m very glad you were there…just curious.”

“Oh…” Seungmin actually laughs at that—a genuine laugh. He wasn’t prepared for such a blunt question. “People watching, I guess. I like to observe.” He notices your eyes wondering over him, the same as he did to you, only you’re a lot less subtle about it. “What is it?”

“What do you do for a living?”

A living. What does he do for a living? He doesn’t do anything except survive day to day within his careful, tedious routine. He’s a trust-fund baby, thank god. Seungmin can’t imagine having to work a day job, deal with the public, wear a mask every moment of the day just to get by.

“I make music…write, produce. Independently. Nothing major, but it pays the bills.” It’s not his usual lie, but it seems fitting for you. It’s not even a lie, because Seungmin does make music—music that has ever seen the light of day.

“You sing?”

Seungmin nods, puts on another shy smile for you. “Yeah, I do. Mostly for myself, though.” He’s not used to fielding so many personal questions so quickly, because by now, someone has their mouth on something. Or something in it. The thought gives him another twinge in his groin, and he almost whines along with his sigh.

Now is probably a good time to get more information, but his dick continues to distract him. “Uhm, what was your promotion? What do you do?” Not this information, but he has to start somewhere.

“Nothing very exciting. Customer relations for a cosmetics company. I don’t like it very much, but it pays well enough, and I’m here now.”

“Is that where you went this morning?” It’s almost too nosy, but he goes with it. “Sorry, that’s not really my business.”

“No, it’s okay. I was coming back from Dongguk University. I’m taking language classes."

He takes the opportunity to switch to Korean, “good…so you don’t speak any Korean?”

And all you can do is stare back, clueless. “I think I caught a word,” you laugh when he grins at you.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you”

An exchange of phone numbers, the promise of dinner, and Seungmin is on his way back home. Empty handed, yes, but he already has a plan unfolding in his mind. A few times before, he’s deliberately taken his time—did the cat and mouse thing, or more appropriately for him, a dog with a bone. It’s usually not by choice, though. He may have to find another in the meantime; something quick and easy to hold him over. Rushing things with you won't satisfy him.

“Wow, this is…great,” the girl turns and gives Seungmin a heavy, confident look. She only has one thing on her mind, but he’s alright with getting straight to the point. “How about the bedroom?” So why does the eagerness almost turn him off? It’s a stark contrast to what you just gave him, and to what anyone else ever gives him. The dates he picks up don’t want coffee and conversation.

There is no foreplay—not a single touch until his pants are undone and on the floor, but she goes for his shirt, and Seungmin grabs for her wandering hands.

“What’s wrong…self-conscious?” She slips one under and runs her fingertips across his ribs.

He has to tilt his head to the side to avoid her lips. “No, I’m not.”

“You are a little skinny, but that’s okay”

The gasp the girl makes when he grabs the side of her neck, the little bit of fear in her eyes, is what finally gets him completely hard. He squeezes, just enough to not be threatening, and she relaxes for a moment.

“Sorry…sorry, just teasing,” she smiles a little, and her eyes dart from the window, and then back to him.

“Get on your knees”

She does so without hesitation, but Seungmin turns and walks away before she has a chance to touch again. There wasn’t much prep for this, so he has to be careful, and he has to be quiet, so he stares absently into the drawer of his bedside table for a few long moments. Handcuffs could be helpful, but the gag might be even better. He opts for the handcuffs, and when the girl sees them dangling from his finger, she smiles. “Okay, I like kinky…are those for me?”

Seungmin nods, and very gently secures one of her wrists. The other end snaps around the bedpost. Now she reaches her free hand toward him and gets a handful of dick, and he lets her touch.

“Are you gonna be a tease now? Take these off.”

A hand comes down fast, and again she gasps as he tightens his grip around her throat. She grabs for him and claws at his skin, but it does nothing. His grip still tightens, even as her nails cut and a thin line of blood starts to form. Seungmin relaxes, and then lets go.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She coughs and pulls at the cuff, but it's not going anywhere. “Get this off of me. Now."

None of this is new for him, and most of the time, his jobs aren't easy. Last time, he was lucky. "No," Seungmin laughs and pulls his shirt over his head, but just as he's about to return to his drawer for something new, he hears his phone buzz in the pocket of his discarded jeans.

"Take these off…please"

"Not yet, relax"

"But you will? What are you gonna do? I'm sorry I teased you…please, you can do whatever you want, but—"

"But? I can do whatever I want, but what?"

The fear in her eyes is enough of an answer, but another buzz of his phone distracts her for the briefest moment. "Please let me go. We can just pretend this never happened.”

Seungmin goes for his phone this time, "no, I don’t do that," and stares at the number for a few seconds before recognizing it, because he didn't add you to his contacts. He's not even sure he should.

Hi! I just wanted to thank you again for being so kind. I haven't had any really nice interactions with anyone until I met you today. And there is a place a block way from me that I've been wanting to try since I got here, if you're still interested.

Seungmin doesn't catch himself grinning, but his guest does. "Good news?" She asks. "Look, this was just a date gone bad. I'm not into whatever kinky shit you're into.”

He's bored. To be honest, he's been bored since he got this girl back to the apartment, so this may not do the job as well as he was expecting—he’s already starting to get soft. But letting someone go? Seungmin doesn't do that. The phone gets tossed onto the bed as he makes his way back to his drawer, and this time, he knows what he needs. The girl gasps and screams as soon as she sees the glint of the blade against the lamplight—the gag definitly would have helped, but it's too late now. The neighbors are mosty likely at work, at least.

The rattle of the cuffs against the bedpost is annoying, and Seungmin thinks for a moment that it might actually break. "You need to relax, and you need to be quiet. This…" he gestures to her antics, "this is not helping either of us."

"Fuck you, you're gonna burn in hell"

That's the last thing she says. There is one more reach, and one more scratch of her nails (right across his cheek), but she gives in as soon as the knife slides neatly between her ribs. One last hitch in her throat, one last exhale, and the light fades from her eyes. Exactly what he needed.

"I know"

I am still interested. I wonder if we're thinking of the same place.

He sends that off and thinks, but the first text is more of a challenge to acknowledge.

I'm glad I could be your first.

It doesn't sound quite right to him, but maybe that's a good thing. He sends that, too.

Now he looks to the lifeless body on his floor. The blood has soaked through her clothes, and onto the area rug where she was kneeling. Seungmin suddenly remembers why he hates doing things this way. Okay, no blood for a while, he thinks as he begins to conceal the body. He has a long day ahead of him now.

The week passes slowly, and Seungmin spends it hidden away in his bedroom. He wrote a little, and he forced himself to sing last night, but aside from that, he's just existed beneath the warmth of his blankets. One more text came from you a few days ago, but he hasn't bothered looking at it yet. Ignoring his phone has been a test for himself, and he has done pretty well at not thinking about what you said.

That can't last forever, though. Seungmin doesn't think you're going to lose interest that easily. He knows you won't. And besides, he's hungry. It's time to get out of bed.

I'm free all day on Thursday

Fuck, today is Thursday. Seungmin sits up in bed and stares at the screen, thinks…wonders if chasing you will be worth it in the end. What if he spends all of this time on you, and it doesn’t fill the need he’s expecting it to? What if it’s just like the last one? He starts to type.

I am free today. I'm sorry I took so long to reply. I understand if you made other plans.

No, it can’t be as bad as that one.

Lunch. Maybe a walk, if it's not to cold for you. Back to the apartment. It's not time, though. The feeling hasn't quite returned yet, and it won't feel right if he does this now. Maybe today isn't the day.

I'm still free. Let me know when!

But lunch wouldn't hurt. Seungmin needs you here, in this apartment, if he's going to do this right. He needs you comfortable with him.

I can get dressed and head to your building. Half an hour? Meet me outside.

/ / /

You dressed up for him. He's still a half a block away, and you’re turned in the opposite direction, but he can tell that you put some thought and effort into your outfit. Seungmin looks the same as he typically does; black jeans, black sneakers, a Carhartt jacket over a loose fitting t-shirt. Not much effort, really, but…

"Hi!" You examine him, not so subtly, starting from his dark parted hair, all the way down his long, slender legs. The smile on your face grows when you meet his eyes again. "How was your walk?"

Now it's beginning to feel like a date, and it’s very obvious that you’re attracted to him. There’s no doubt you would’ve looked at him the same had he arrived in the sweatpants he had on in bed this morning. "Very nice. How was the trip from your apartment?"

Seungmin gets a genuine laugh out of you. “It was great, I was very excited to get down here and see you.”

Excited to see him. Okay. Seungmin is used to the attention, but he isn’t as used to the cute, innocent flirting. He sees your cheeks blush before you drop your gaze.

“You lead the way”

He nods, and brushes by you very gently.

Lunch is perfectly normal; a real date. Seungmin learns a little more about you, and you learn a few more exaggerated, somewhat true things about him. The breakup between you and your ex was recent—only six weeks ago. The move was actually the catalyst for ending things. You confessed to him that you’re still unsure if it was the right thing to do, but you are beginning to like living in Seoul already. Maybe because of him. You thanked him again for his help, so Seungmin starts to wonder if simple kindness isn’t something you’re used to. Getting it from him seems a little ironic.

“Would you like to take a walk?” The second part of his plan already seems to be in motion, because you walked right by your building without even realizing. “There’s a nice park I like to visit about a half a mile that way, and a cafe a little closer, actually.”

“Either sounds good"

“Or, my apartment is closer than both. And I have a very nice coffee bar. And a regular bar, if you prefer.”

He hears your soft laugh, and he can picture you blushing again. A no wouldn’t surprise him, though—going straight to his apartment was beginning to feel like a stretch, but he has to ask. After all, you did invite him up fifteen minutes into knowing him.

"Are you gonna make me a homeade latte?"

"Whatever you desire"

/ / /

Seungmin waits for you to give him a surprised look as soon as he leads you through his front door, just like everyone else does, but you don’t. You’re quiet as you take your shoes off and look around, and you don’t make a sound until he speaks up.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the espresso machine going.”

“You must do good work”

“I wouldn’t say that. My dad left me a lot when he died, so I can’t take any credit for it.” Why did he say that? He had no reason to tell the truth, and yet, it slipped right out.

Now you do give him a look—a sad, apologetic one. “Well, I’m sure you still do good work.”

Seungmin keeps his mouth shut as he flips a switch and grinds the coffee beans. You don’t say anything else, but he watches you watching him carefully from the corner of his eye as he works. He makes one for himself, too, and as he walks to join you, a reflection on the hardwood makes him stop in his tracks. A small, silver earring is shining up at him, and he silently scolds himself for his sloppy cleanup. How did he miss that all week? He did stay in bed for most of that time, but he has never, not once, left something behind. It looks clean, at least...no blood.

“What’s wrong?” You look to where he’s looking, and you see whatever has him frozen. A small silver hoop earring.

“Uh, nothing…” he sets both coffees down on the table and tries to ignore it, but he can’t. Besides, you’ve seen it, and he can’t just leave it there. Seungmin wonders if he left something even more damning in the apartment as he bends to pick it up.

“One of your dates lost something?” You say it casually…just an observation, “I assume you have a lot of them coming and going.” But Seungmin looks ready to defend himself.

“No…no, I don’t. Not that often, really.” He slips it into his pocket. “How is your drink. I can make another if it’s not quite right.”

“It looks good,” you pick it up and hold it under your nose, “smells good,” and take a slow, careful sip. It’s hot, but just the right amount of hot. “It’s very good, thank you.”

He sits down, and his knee grazes against yours. You hold still and watch his hand run down his thigh, follow his arm up to his shoulder—to his neck, where his loose t-shirt reveals some collarbone, soft and tan. Seungmin is staring right through you, and he doesn't seem to realize it. The movement of his eyes is hypnotizing, and they're so big and dark, you feel like they could swallow you whole.

Just when you think he's going to reach for his coffee, his hand lifts toward you, and everything moves in slow motion—Seungmin's tongue pokes out to wet his lips, he bites down on it a little…and his fingertips just barely graze the far side of your neck.

You shake free of your trance and move back.

"Sorry"

"It's alright," you take another long sip of your coffee and avoid his gaze, but you can feel him staring at you. Hard. You look around his big, well decorated apartment and suddenly wonder how you ended up here with a man you hardly know, inches from him, his eyes eating away at you.

He's not sure why he went for that touch. Curiousity, maybe. Your skin looks soft, it is soft, and though he has no overwhelming urges at the moment, he still wants to to know how your skin feels squeezed against his palms, and pinched between his fingers. The image gives him a pleasant twinge in his stomach, and he doesn't even think about the possibility of his dick growing in his jeans right here and now. Today, nothing will happen, and if he scares you off now, he’ll never get you here alone again. It’s not a risk worth taking.

“I am…please forgive me. I don’t know why I did that. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t.” It’s a little bit of a lie, but he seems sincere. It’s easier to relax and take a deep breath now that he’s up and making a little bit of distance between you. Still, you admire him from this angle—his long, slender legs, perfect in proportion to the rest of him. Broad shoulders, and a strong looking back that you can see when the light hits his white t-shirt just right.

His face is soft, his jaw is strong, and his skin pretty, but not quite perfect. Seungmin looks like a piece of art come to life, and he’s here with to you. Talking to you. Staring at you. Reaching out to touch you.

There has to be something wrong with him.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm? Yes, I’m okay”

“I asked if you wanted to see the balcony”

There is no doubt he caught you admiring him. The grin on his face warms your cheeks…it warms your entire body. “Yeah, sure”

The balcony is in his bedroom.

Very cautiously, you walk through the doorway, but you’re not sure why you’re still on edge. So far, Seungmin has been sweet and thoughtful…maybe a little odd, but not so odd that it should concern you. Regardless of how handsome he is, maybe he really doesn’t go on many dates, or even get out of this apartment very often…his room is dark and moody, maybe more of a reflection of his mind than anything else in the apartment. Everything looks expensive—the high windows, the lighting, the music equipment in the corner. His bed is oversized and covered in soft pillows, and an old stuffed dog sits right in the middle. It looks like it’s seen better days. Seungmin doesn’t stop to show you around, though. He heads straight for the balcony.

“You’re not afraid of heights?”

You shake your head.

“Good. It’s a nice view.”

It is a nice view, because he’s almost at the very top. The wind gusts a few times as you stand there, and the air is chilly, but Seungmin stands to your side and blocks most of it. His eyes burn into you again, and you’re starting to like it.

“I should probably go.” Another lie. There is no reason to leave, and you don’t want to, but if you do stay, something will certainly happen.

“Oh, of course…I can call a ride for you”

And you want something to happen. Being in his room, within falling distance of his bed, is driving you a little bit crazy. His big, soft eyes are driving you crazy. But you barely know him, and you’ve barely settled into your new life. Feeling vulnerable isn’t new, but you’re extra vulnerable right now, and you know what can happen when you feel that way.

/ / /

Someone else will come along, and he’ll be fine. Eventually, he’ll come across another perfect one, and when he does, he won’t drag his feet and fuck things up. You were right here, inches from him…more than within reach, and Seungmin is not used to failing at getting his way. Maybe he missed something. Seungmin isn’t completely aloof when it comes to emotions and reading them on people, but he doesn’t typically bother with it, and he isn’t the best at it.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to dwell on it too long. You send him a text right before he begins to doze off that night...

Thank you for lunch today, and the walk…and coffee. Sorry I ended everything so quickly, it was nothing personal. I would like to see you again.

Okay, everything is fine. Just a little overreaction on his part. He just…scared you off? Came on a little too strong with the neck touch, more than likely. It didn't seem like much, but you're obviously a little reticent.

I would like to see you again

No reply to that, but a heart pops up next to his message after it sends.

He drags himself to the other end of the street, but he's tired. Sleep hasn't come easily the past few days, and the nightmares that come and go have returned…the same ones—the old shed, the soft, rain soaked ground, and the earth covering his father's hands when he reaches out for Seungmin. There's more, so much more, but it always comes in pieces. Maybe tonight he'll get another piece.

For now he focuses on the woman entering the bar, and he's certain he's going to lose her in there on a busy Saturday night. The urges have returned, and the sleepless nights haven't made things any easier, so he has to do something, and this half-hearted chase helps a litte bit. You haven't said a word since Thursday, and if you don't by tomorrow morning, he might just come and find you himself. If that's the case, he doesn't even need to pursue this one—he can go back home, take a hot shower, make a strong drink, and finish his nightmare.

“Seungmin?”

His heart jumps into his throat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you”

It’s you. It’s your soft, lilting voice, and your pleasant accent. He turns and your eyes connect, but his heart still continues to pound. “Hi, what are doing so far from home?” Very far. He ventured a little further out of his comfort zone this time around. Running into you this far away can't be a coincidence, even if Seungmin doesn't believe in things like that.

“You first”

“Oh, uh…trying to be social, I guess”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me the truth.” You smile at his smirk. “A few of my classmates dragged me along, but I’m over it already. I don’t usually stay up this late.”

“I can ride home with you, if you’d like. Unless I can convince you to have a drink with me first.”

You think about it, but not for very long. Part of you wants to make up for last time, and for struggling to text him back. “Yes to both. Can we try a different bar?” The other part wants to remain strong.

“Of course, anything you want”

“Your bar?”

But the former part is bigger.

It's a quiet ride back to his place, but it's not an awkward quiet. Seungmin is relaxed, body turned sightly toward you, and you can tell he's watching every subtle movement you make; the fidgeting of your fingers, and the bounce of your knee, the occasional shift to adjust yourself and pull at your sweater. You can't quite figure out what he seems to see in you, and maybe that's part of your hesitation—being a clueless foreigner with a native drinking up every little thing, emphasis on little, that you have to you offer.

He walks ahead of you as you head for the elevator, and it's another opportunity to look at him in the harsh light. The leather jacket he's wearing is a bit big, but it doesn't hide the broadness of his shoulders. Just as you move your eyes down, he begins to take it off and reveal even more. His muscles move delicately beneath the black t-shirt as it slides down his arms, this time a more form-fitting one, tucked loosely into his black jeans. Tiny waist, narrow hips, but just enough ass to grab.

The elevator opens and he turns to you, "don't worry, I won’t keep you up too late."

When you arrived, he did all of the things guy's don't actually do on your dates: pay for the ride, open the door, hold a hand out for you. It was a little bit cheesy, but you're not going to complain about his good manners.

"Do you mind if I change? I can smell the smoke on me."

You shake your head at him, make yourself comfortable on the couch, and listen carefully as he moves around in his bedroom…the slide of a drawer, a door softly opening and closing. He's not in there long, and when he comes out, he looks like a different person.

Seungmin’s face is so striking, and it’s like that no matter what he does to his hair, but he definitely combed everything back with his fingers while he changed. It’s parted just off to the side and pushed away from his eyes, save for a few lose strands, and his eyes are so pretty and intense. The outfit is completely different—a loose fitting t-shirt, a thin white one this time, and sweatpants. It looks so out of place, because the three times you’ve seen him, he was dressed a little more than casual.

A silver Chanel necklace still hangs around his neck, and you wonder if he just forgot about it. “Better?” You stand and take a step toward him, he moves a little closer, but heads toward his small, but elaborate bar.

“Yeah,” he smiles and beckons you. “What do you like to drink?”

“What do you think I like?”

“Oh…good question, let me think,” he very patiently scans over his selection…

Ice in the shaker, cherry soju, coconut vodka—he gives it a shake, never breaking eye contact until he has to grab a glass and pours—he stops and looks around, thinks, then grabs another bottle from under the bar. As soon as he twists the cap off, the sweet smell hits you. Seungmin tops it off with cream soda, and drops in a cherry before sliding it toward you. Then he pours some for himself, minus the soda.

“Is this me as a cocktail?”

He sips his, and you can hear a little laugh from behind the glass. “First impression? Yeah. Is it good?”

“It’s good, it’s sweet…goes down easy”

“Oh, I hope so”

The whole room warms. You feel like you’re on fire. You know you’re blushing, and you might even be grinning like an idiot, but you can’t pull yourself away from his stare. Seungmin bites down on his bottom lip and a smirk slowly tugs at his mouth, and it’s now that you notice how plump and red his lips are.

All you can do is clear your throat and shift in the bar stool, but thankfully, Seungmin still has the reigns. He finishes his drink in one swift movement, and you take one more sip as he rounds the bar. The warmth of his hand on your thigh, you do feel that, but everything else is either numb or pulsing with nervous excitement. He spins you to face him, but his hand doesn’t move—it squeezes as he leans in and whispers in your ear.

“Stop fighting against it…just…” he sighs, and it turns to a soft moan. You feel like you could melt right out of this stool and onto the floor. “Don’t make me beg.”

Fuck, your mind went from nothing to everything you want him to do to you, and everything you’ve been wanting to do to him. But you haven’t done anything yet, and you don’t have to. Seungmin hasn’t come off as that type, but god…the way he’s looking at you and gripping your leg. He gently pushes your thighs apart until he can put himself between them, and your eyes drop to the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“Seungmin…uh, fuck…um”

“What? Look at me. Eyes up here.”

The ease at which he makes you listen is surprising. He has you now. The smoke-tinged smell of his skin, the vanilla of his cologne, and the sweet smell of booze on his lips. His eyes soften, and you can’t even begin to imagine resisting that look—from here you can see the little bit of black eyeliner starting to smudge. You don’t even feel yourself reach up and wipe your thumb at the corner of his eye, not until he smiles and wraps his fingers around your wrist.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you need.”

No answer will come out, so you squeeze your thighs and hope he can read the look in your eyes. He does. Seungmin grabs your hips and pulls your body into his, lifts you, and doesn’t hesitate once he has you in his arms. He turns and takes you right into the bedroom, and the feeling of being outside of your body is intense. You can feel your legs wrapped tight around his hips, and your arms clinging to his shoulders…you can hear his soft grunts as he keeps you steady against him. He pulls you close right before he drops you, and you get a taste of his skin before you hit the bed.

“Keep your eyes on me”

He pulls his shirt over his head, and you study every inch of him while you can. A long, lean torso—his muscles underneath flex with every shallow breath; his bare shoulders—you count every freckle as your eyes move down his arms; his hands grab his waistband and pull, and his cock bounces out, bigger than anything you’ve taken before, and you’re not even sure he’s fully hard yet.

Seungmin laughs at your reaction. “I’m usually a little more subtle…but,” he stops and looks you over, and his voice turns so sweet, “take something off for me. Please.” He’s never this needy, and he doesn’t usually move so fast, but he’s aching for it. Nine days of teasing him was far too long. “Yeah?,” he purrs as you sit up and slide out of your oversized sweatshirt. “Much better….” He strokes himself as he climbs onto the bed.

As soon as your tank top makes it over your head, and your breasts bounce free, you feel your nipples harden even more. Seungmin groans like a horny teenager. “Good…lie back for me.”

The steadiness of his hands is what you expect from him, though. You know he’s experienced, and you know he wants all the control. He unbuttons your skirt and pulls, leaving you in nothing but your panties—you wore cute ones, the lacy ones, just because. Of course you weren’t expecting to get anything tonight, but you’re so glad you did when you see Seungmin smiling at them…but then he snaps out of his trance.

Fuck, he mumbles and moves back. You watch him hop off the bed, and take another chance to admire his naked body, but he doesn't take long getting into his drawer, grabbing something, and returning to you. The condom is out and on him before you even realize what he was doing, and your panties are gripped and pulled down.

"Open up for me," he coaxes your shy legs apart until he has an eyeful of your throbbing, swollen cunt—good—and his tongue slides hungrily into you, making you gasp. "Soaking wet for me already?" Seungmin looks at you for an answer.

You nod and cautiously run your fingers through his hair, and he leans into it before getting back to work, but he just teases you. Licking and sucking just enough to make your hips move against him for more. You relax and enjoy it while you look around the dark room. The curtains are pulled shut, but you can see a little slice of city through the balcony's sliding door. The built-in shelves in the corner are over flowing with books, records, little trinkets you can't quite make out. There’s a bouquet of fresh purple flowers poking out just enough to see. You reach up and slide your hand across a silky pillow, and your fngers close around it.

"Oh…right there," you whine and take another fistful of hair. "Seungmin, god."

He laughs again, takes your words to heart, and doesn't hold back.

Your eyes squeeze shut, and you try hard to keep your body relaxed as he works, but all you want to do is thrust into him, make more fiction…finish…come hard. Seungmin moans and the vibration runs through you.

"Fuck”

He stops, and lifts his mouth off of you completely…

"No…please"

…and he laughs. "Not yet, not yet."

"So mean," you whimper, "why…"

You force your legs closed, but Seungmin doesn't like that. He grabs each knee and spreads you open again, and he slides himself between your thighs until his cock grazes your sensitive clit.

“Relax…” he comes down and bites the skin on your hip.

“I am,” you lie back and look to your left this time; at the desk, the instruments, everything he uses for work. The bedside table is bare except for a lamp, a pair of glasses you’ve never seen him in, and a silver bracelet…it matches the necklace you feel tickling you as he moves his lips up your body. “I am.” Your fingers tangle in his hair as he gets closer and closer to your throat, your neck. He bites down gently, and the pressure as he pushes himself in is so much more than you prepared for. He doesn’t tease—but he does at least take his time. After a few patient movements, he pushes in, and you whine in pain as he moans in pleasure, pulls out, laughs softly as he pushes in. Again and again.

“Fuck, you feel good”

“Slower…slow down,” your own voice echoes in your head, and you don’t feel like you’re all there. But you watched him make your drink, and he didn’t put anything in it. It’s stupid, but maybe it’s just him, and this room.

“Slow down? Oh, I’m hurting you.” He pushes in and stops, “I don’t wanna hurt you, but...you look so good stretched around my cock,” and pulls out carefully, “so wet.”

“You’re not hurting me…”

“I am”

It takes so much restraint, but Seungmin listens to you, and he’s patient as he pumps in and out. Every few strokes, he moves a little faster, and he knows he finally finds a good pace when you whine for him and squeeze his arms.

“Yeah, you like that?” He whispers and you nod, “you take it so well, fuck.”

His gentle affirmations keep you wet, and the sound you make together, the mess of arousal dripping out of you as he works—Seungmin pushes your thighs apart and takes in every little detail.

It does hurt, and it feels so good at the same time. “Please…”

The soft movements of your breasts distract him, and he takes them in his hands and squeezes. The look on his face is dazed, so full of pleasure. So lost.

“…don’t stop.”

"No." He’s not stopping anytime soon, not when it feels this good. “No, I’m not,” Seungmin speeds up, "I'm gonna break you in two," and slams hard into you, and no, he doesn’t stop, even when you cry out in pain. One hand falls down on your mouth, and the other pushes your shoulder into the bed, making you scream out again, but it’s muffled by his palm.

Your hands jump up and squeezes his forearm, and the other scratches at the hand covering your mouth. You can still breathe through your nose, but just barely. Seungmin doesn’t relax, and he doesn’t let up when you grab his side and dig in. Everything goes numb, but your skin prickles with goosebumps. You’re outside of your body again, looking down at the struggle, and the ceaseless pounding of his hips against yours. Every move he makes knocks even more air out of your lungs. Maybe if he comes, he’ll stop, or at least loosen his hand and let more air into your lungs. Time slows down, and lights pop up in your vision. You’re getting dizzy, and your heart was threatening to explode before he attempted to stifle your moans. Your chest starts to burn as you exhaust yourself.

There’s nothing you can do. Seungmin is stronger than he looks. Fingers squeeze into his arms one last time before the feeling disappears, and you think he finishes just as you let the rest of your body relax. Sleeping, that’s what this feels like. Falling asleep…feeling so tired you can’t possibly keep your eyes open any longer. Something in you needs to say his name one last time when the pressure of his hand is finally gone, but so are you.

/ / /

Seungmin can barely hold his body up, because he can’t remember the last time sex felt that good; the last time he came so hard. It takes a moment for enough blood to return to his brain, and for the post-orgasm bliss to subside enough that he can speak, but when he does, he finally realizes how silent you are.

“Hey, sweetheart…look at me,” he runs a soft thumb across your brow, and wipes away a stray tear running down your temple. Seungmin freezes, and the air catches in his throat. “Open your eyes,” he whispers, taps your pink cheek, and caresses it with a softness he isn’t used to giving out. Nothing happens. He pulls at your chin until your lips part to listen for the movement of air. Still nothing. “Fuck.” The shakiness of his voice surprises him. He climbs off of you and collapses onto his pillows, but his eyes don’t leave your still body. “I didn’t. You fucking idiot, you didn’t…” he’s up again and walking on unsteady legs, still weak from the exertion. Back in his sweatpants, Seungmin climbs onto the bed again and straddles your waist. Your cheeks are still flushed, and your lips, also still very alive looking, stay ever so slightly parted. Still, no air passes through them. He knows his own strength, and he prides himself on his control, but sometimes he does lose himself in the moment. But he kept his hands away from your neck. He very specifically forced that on himself, because this wasn’t the plan tonight.

“Hey,” he moves a piece of hair away from your damp forehead, places his lips against yours for the very first time, and he fills your lungs with air. Once…twice. Nothing. He tries one more time, and after, kisses you softly before returning to his spot on his pillows. The puppy plush falls onto his lap, and he grabs it, “you see that, Daengmo?” he says, and points its face toward you, “I still can’t do anything right.”

The first gasp for air feels like nothing—a useless, struggling breath like you’re still trapped underwater, but your eyes somehow open and see nothing but a blue tinted darkness. Hands clench something soft and slick…silky. Still corporeal after death, that’s the only thought you can create. The second breath fills your lungs and you cough it out, hard. So hard you sit up, and he’s there, holding your face, whispering your name. You try to push back, but you don’t think you actually move. Seungmin’s grip tightens on your shoulder, and he lets you fall back on the bed.

“Stay awake for me,” he says.

“No…no, stop”

“I’m not going to hurt you…I promise”

“Seung—” you feel yourself slipping again, and then his hand is on your bare chest, sliding up and down your sternum. It feels good, and you finally feel like you might be alive. “Seungmin?”

“I’m sorry”

And then you’re truly awake. The memory hits you suddenly—the hand caressing you is the same one that was clamped across your mouth. The other pinned you down onto the bed, and you can feel the sore spot where it's going to bruise. You somehow find the strength to move your arms and pull yourself away, but the burning of your thighs, and the leftover pain from the sex makes you shake and collapse.

Seungmin watches quietly as you scramble back up and gather your discarded clothes.

“You need to lay down. Please, get under the covers and get warm.” He finds your sweater, and holds it hostage. “I know I scared you, I'm—"

“Scared me?” Somehow, you manage to find and slip back into your underwear and tank top, but your skirt is nowhere. Why are you even looking for your clothes? You should have been up and running for the door, but your mind is nothing but static.

“No…I mean, what just happened is not what I intended. I lost myself.”

Finally, you go for the door, clothes or no clothes but it’s, unsurprisingly, locked. That’s an unbreakable habit of Seungmin’s. “Please let me go…please.” As much as you want to cry, nothing happens—but your throat tightens and it’s hard to breathe again, so you do the only thing you have left in you—collapse onto the floor and wait. "This can't be happening, not to me...no, everything felt right," you say to yourself, to the door. “Didn’t it?”

“I can't let you leave, I'm sorry.” He hears himself speak so softly, and it sounds as if it's coming from someone else, from somewhere else…not him. “You shouldn’t even be here right now. What’s wrong with me?” He mumbles the last part to himself, but it comes out louder than he intends.

You stare wide-eyed at nothing, forehead against the door, breathing deeply as you do everything you can to not have a full-blown panic attack. The adrenaline is quickly running out. But you hear the rustle of blankets and sheets, and then you sense him getting closer. His fingers close around your shoulders, very cautiously, and he pulls you against his chest.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay? And then I’m going to take you to the bed. That's all."

If there’s something you can do to save yourself, you can’t seem to think of it, so you give in and let him put his arms around you. And he does exactly what he says—places you gently in the spot he prepared a moment ago, and then pulls the blankets over you. He moves back a little bit, and stares. The strong, sweet scent of him is all around you now, but you manage to keep your eyes closed and off of him.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll get you some water”

They remain closed until you hear the lock, the door, and then him locking it again from the outside. He won’t be gone long. You’re up and scanning the floor again, trying to remember if you had your phone in your pocket. No…you left it on the bar, right next to your empty glass. The balcony…you have no clue what you expect to find out here, but you go out and look left, and then right. And then 25 stories down. The closet. It's spacious and neat; tshirts, jackets, shoes. The black and white windbreaker he was wearing when you first met him briefly catches your eye, but you close it quietly and head for his bedside table. You heard him slide the drawer open and shut right before he walked out. Maybe there's something in there.

“Oh…” The inside of it is neat and organized, just like everything else, so you get to see exactly what’s in there with one quick glance: a small knife, concealed in a black sheath, a few small syringes pre-filled with a milky liquid, handcuffs, nylon rope, a gag…"what the fuck"…lubrication, and several more condoms. “This can’t be happening.” A moment later, the lock clicks again, and without thinking, you grab the knife, quietly close the drawer, and climb back under the covers.

There's a bottle of water under his arm, and a mug in his hand. "I am going to drink some of this so you know I didn't put anything in it…and then I would like you to finish it," He takes a long sip before handing it to you, "The water bottle is unopened, don't worry."

Something is different about him. As soon as you woke up, something felt not quite the same. Even his voice, which was so serious, and a little bit solemn before, seems lighter and higher. You stare into the mug and take a deep breath, smelling the chamomile, the spearmint, and the orange. Seungmin finished nearly half of it.

"I'll take another drink," he holds his hand out for it.

"No…" you sip it very cautiously, and then take a longer drink. The taste and the warmth does help, and you finally take a full, deep breath. Seungmin rounds the bed as you sip, and you watch him carefully. If he opens that drawer again, he'll know you have the knife…and unlucky for you, that's exactly what he does. Maybe he heard you. Maybe he can just read it on you.

But he's quiet as he looks, and his expression doesn't change. He just closes it again and sits at the edge of the bed, naked back facing you. You find yourself admiring him again…his neck, his shoulders…stupid. He slides back and relaxes against the pillows, but he keeps a good distance. The bed is big enough for that.

"You have my knife?"

The way he asks isn't accusing. It isn't threatening. It isn't even rude. He asks as if it's just the next part of the conversation. When you don't answer, you see him nod his head from the corner of your eye.

"If it makes you feel safer, you can hold onto it. If you want to use it, I probably won't try to stop you."

"How long are you going to keep me locked in here?"

"I'm not going to let you go home alone in your state, not this late. You can leave in the morning."

"You're lying"

Seungmin sighs and turns on his side, and he looks at you—you look at him directly for the first time since coming back, but you're both silent. Just like his voice, his gaze is softer, and less intense. It’s also full of confusion, like he doesn’t know what to make of you; as if he’s wondering why you’re in his bed right now. His eyes start to close. At the same time, your eyes grow heavy, and it feels just like before. It feels like you can't possibly win against the sleep, and your thoughts wander as you drift; now you'll die, no more waking up.

The sun coming in through the balcony window warms the room. The light slices the bed right in half, and when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his sleep tangled body—the legs of his sweatpants are pushed up almost to his knees, and his skin glows in the sunlight. He's sound asleep on his stomach for a few more moments, but then he mumbles something that you can't quite make out. A groan, but it's not a good groan. It isn't until right this second that you remember the situation you somehow ended up in. Locked in with him…whatever he is…a murderer? The drawer screams experience, and that experience screams serial killer, but last night didn't seem like an experienced killer. You suppose not every time can be perfect.

What are you even thinking? You pull the covers away and move to sit up, and it's then that you feel the knife, still tucked safely beneath the pillow. So Seungmin didn't sneak over as you slept to retrieve it, because you assume he actually did put something in your tea—something he himself also drank. Both of you fell asleep together, and now you have to wait for him to wake, and hope he meant what he said a few hours ago. No, you idiot. Where did he put the key? It's probably in the pocket of his sweatpants, so you move closer to him as carefully and as quietly as possible.

He doesn't stir. You stare down at his sleeping face as you slip your fingers into his pocket, and again, you admire him—the lips you never got to kiss, soft and pouty. His cheeks, his nose, all perfect and screaming to be touched. Seungmin must hear your thoughts, because his eyes open to you, and his hand clamps down on your wrist. Ice runs through your veins and your stomach drops, but instead of pulling away and retreating to the other side of the bed, you lean forward and press your lips to his, because…you don't know why. But Seungmin kisses back, and he means it—every nibble and lick, every soft moan coming from deep in his chest. You return the intensity, and something about his kiss feels good, but still…

“Oh…right,” Seungmin licks his lip and keeps his chin high, because he knows exactly how sharp his knife is. It grazes his throat, and your shaking hand doesn’t do much to relax him. “How could I forget?”

“Where’s the key?”

“I told you I’d let you leave, I meant it”

“Give me the key.” Now, of course, you can cry. Tears stream down your cheeks, and your hand shakes even more.

“Okay…okay,” he digs in the pocket you were going for, pulls out a leather keychain, and one gold key hangs from it. “Please don’t cry.”

You snatch it, but keep the knife against him until you’re too far away to reach. He doesn’t get up when you do. He doesn’t move when you grab the clothes you finally find on the floor, try the key, and sigh with relief when it works. It’s possible that he finally moves when the door shuts behind you, but you’re dressed and gone before you have a chance to find out.

[vanesycho]

Burning Evidence

• criminal!hyunjin x detective!reader | m.list

summary | after chasing hyunjin for so long, he finally decided to surrender—by paying your home a very personal visit.

warning | pervert hyunjin because I like him like that. gunplay. eating cum. unprotected sex.

word count | 2,7k

You skimmed through the files in your hand before placing them on the desk. When you looked up, you met a pair of eyes watching you.

"Hwang Hyunjin."

The firmness in your voice must've caught his attention, because a smirk formed on his lips. The clinking sound of the cuffs on his wrists echoed in the room as he leaned forward slightly.

"So, we finally meet, detective."

You didn’t know why the serial killer you’d been chasing for so long suddenly decided to surrender. That question kept bouncing around in your mind. Hyunjin wasn’t the kind of person to give up easily—and despite your instincts telling you there had to be a reason, you couldn’t come up with a logical explanation.

And yet, he didn’t seem caught at all. The ease in his body, the calmness in his gaze, that little smirk that had a talent for pissing you off—everything made you feel like you were the one who got caught.

"Why did you decide to surrender?"

The question made him lean back in his chair comfortably, one leg crossed over the other as he pretended to think.

"Hm...Odd way to start, detective. Why do you assume I wanted to get caught?"

He watched you frown slightly, clearly enjoying what he was doing to your head.

"I'd suggest you not answer my question with a question."

He stayed quiet for a second, tilting his head slightly before whispering,

"Ah…I don’t owe you a lie, right?"

His eyes were practically smiling, his gaze tracing your face like he was trying to memorize it, stopping briefly on your lips.

"You’re lucky I like you, detective. I don’t know why you think I surrendered on purpose, but… if it makes you feel better, you can believe you outsmarted me."

Liar.

That’s what you thought. Hyunjin couldn’t be this stupid. Or maybe… you were giving him too much credit.

You exhaled, voice low.

"Han Jisung. Do you know him?"

You couldn’t tell if it was the name or something else, but the question made his expression twist in disgust.

"Maybe. Does it matter?"

You smirked bitterly, flipping open the file in front of you.

"Found dead in an alley. CCTV footage shows you with him. Also—"

"Are you asking if I killed him?"

His blunt question cut your sentence short.

"Come on, detective. We know each other well enough by now. No need for formalities. Just get to the point."

You looked away. His ease, his casual attitude like he hadn’t slaughtered people—it chilled your blood.

"Detective~"

That melodic tone forced you to look at him again.

"Han Jisung…Did you kill him?"

His grin widened.

"There you go. Not so hard, was it?"

He leaned back again, tossing his head slightly. The silence didn’t last long.

"Yes. I killed him."

You frowned. That was it? No denial? Was the Hyunjin case just… closed like that?

He took advantage of your silence, leaning in slightly, that same smile still tugging at his lips.

"You look disappointed. Were you expecting more denial? A little drama? Some tears?"

"Are you messing with me?"

"Nope."

He shook his head slowly.

"Just… trying to figure out what you want to hear. Because it seems like no matter what I say, it won’t be enough for you."

Your throat felt dry, and you just realized how tightly you were gripping your pen.

You’d been through so much in this case, followed so many clues, seen so much blood.

And now… “Yes. I killed him.”

Was it really that simple?

The sound of the door opening broke the tension.

You turned, exhaling in relief.

"Detective Seungmin!! What a surprise, did you miss me?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes, clearly just as exhausted with Hyunjin as you were.

He placed his coffee on the desk and walked over to you.

"Go rest. Otherwise, this idiot’s going to fry your brain. I’ll handle the rest."

You nodded silently, thanking him a thousand times in your head.

But as you reached the door, something gnawed at your gut, forcing you to look back.

Your eyes met his—and for a split second, time stood still.

The smug smirk on Hyunjin’s face was gone.

Replaced by an icy seriousness.

But it wasn’t just a calm silence—it was like his eyes were staring into yours, trying to tear out your thoughts.

He didn’t look like the same man who’d been joking seconds ago.

He looked like someone else entirely.

You left the room, but the weight of his stare stayed on your skin.

---

It was 1:45 AM, and the atmosphere in your study felt more suffocating by the minute. The desk lamp barely lit the corners of the room, and even the ticking of the clock was enough to give you a headache.

Hwang Hyunjin— his name echoed in your head a thousand times over.

Interrogation transcripts, old case files, surveillance footage… everything was laid out in front of you, but none of it led to an answer.

You didn’t care about the evidence anymore. What you wanted was him. The way he thought, the way he moved, it messed with your head so much that you didn’t want to end this without understanding him first.

Your eyes began to ache, so you leaned back and shut them for a moment—but not for long. A call came in, snapping you out of it. “Seungmin?”

“Hyunjin. He escaped.”

You could barely swallow. A quiet, broken “What?” slipped from your lips.

Seungmin tried to keep his voice steady, but the panic was clear—he sounded like he was running. “No one knows where he went, but just… be careful, alright? Don’t leave the house. If he shows up—”

The call ended abruptly. Your heart was pounding—and strangely, not from fear. But you couldn’t explain why. “Seungmin?”

No response.

The line was dead, and the room fell into a heavy silence. But even in that silence… you felt like you weren't alone.

Footsteps outside the room made you yank open your drawer, grabbing the gun and aiming it toward the door. Your chest rose and fell quickly.

The door opened—slowly, with a creak—and the person standing there was exactly who you expected.

“Didn’t know this is how you greet your guests, detective,” he said, closing the door behind him.

He scanned the room briefly before turning to you.

“Don’t come any closer,” you warned.

He laughed at the threat and stepped forward anyway.

Then, without hesitation, he took the hand holding the gun and pressed it against his chest.

“Don’t talk like you’re actually going to shoot me.”

His voice dropped to a whisper. You swallowed hard.

As your grip loosened, he didn’t let go—his hand tightened around yours.

“Why?”

A vague question but Hyunjin understood.

When he leaned in toward your ear, you froze.

He stayed there, unmoving—testing you—then let out a slow breath against your neck.

“I’m addicted to you, detective. In ways your mind can’t even begin to imagine.”

The tension in your body twisted tighter. He had pulled you into his game—right inside your own home. His mocking tone, his touch... all of it stirred something in your mind.

“Don’t play games with me, Hyunjin.”

A soft laugh escaped him. Another breath grazed your neck. As he pulled back, you noticed the warmth of your hand vanish.

He searched your eyes, the grin on his face slowly faded.

“Ah… detective... You're too naive to realize you're already in the game. Or maybe…”

His voice lowered as he tilted his head, "You wanted to get defeated on purpose, hm?"

Taking advantage of your brief distraction, he snatched the gun from your hand.

The weightlessness made him chuckle.

“An empty gun, huh?”

Hyunjin turned the unloaded weapon in his hands. When the barrel pressed against your stomach, you flinched—even knowing it wouldn’t fire, every motion sent your nerves on edge.

That’s what he loved, seeing how deeply he affected you, how just one look made your guard collapse.

It turned him on.

“Empty gun… empty threats… but look at you, all shaking.”

His deep voice awakened something inside you.

The gun trailed slowly from your stomach up to your chin, forcing your head upward.

His other hand slipped to your waist, drawing you in with a slow, deliberate pull—and then, without waiting, his soft lips met yours.

The kiss was firm, certain, possessive. His grip on your waist tightened, holding you close.

When he pulled back for air, you opened your mouth to speak—but the sudden ring of your phone made you jolt.

Seungmin.

Seeing his name on the screen sent a shock through you. That was when it hit you—what you were doing. His kiss, his touch… it had wrapped you in a trance. But Hyunjin didn't allow it.

He rejected the call without hesitation, and before you could react, your body was lifted.

He carried you and sat you down hard on the desk. He pushed your legs apart and stepped between them, closing the space between you.

“Focus, detective~”

The way he said your name, like a melody, made you shiver again.

"I’m right here.”

And once again, his lips captured yours.

His soft lips moved with such dominance it drew a moan from you—he took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue against yours, deepening the kiss into something hotter, messier.

His wet kisses didn't stop there, they moved down your neck slowly and in a way that would drive you crazy, hand slipped inside your pants as he pulled back and looked at you, he didn't ask for permission because he knew you were his from the moment you returned the kiss. You lifted your hips slightly and helped him take off your pants and underwear. The heat in your body spread everywhere, it was like you were on fire and it didn't escape his notice.

He lifted one of your legs slightly, you threw your head back as his lips found your neck "Hyunjin.." his name fell from your lips hopelessly, it didn't feel bad at all to play his game at that moment, that was the effect he had on you. He had made you need him all this time. And now, he was getting what he wanted.

But something stopped your clouded mind at that moment, you quickly opened your eyes and bowed your head when you felt a cold metal between your legs "W-what are you doing-" the question was cut off when Hyunjin pushed the tip of the gun inside you, you let out a groan mixed with pain "Fuck- you crazy bastard." he laughed at your reaction "Don't be afraid detective." he started to watch your every reaction with pleasure as he slowly pushed the gun further inside you "I thought you were enjoying our little game." all you could do was moan as the barrel of the gun took its place in certain rhythms, Hyunjin listened to you softly with his eyes deepened. "You have a more beautiful voice than I imagined."

Your stomach clenched as he slowly started to speed up his rhythms "Hyun..." the metal barrel started to hit your pleasure spot mercilessly "Shh don't strain yourself. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it already." his tone was at a level that would make your head spin, or at least since you were already on edge with pleasure, everything he did was making you lose your mind.

A few strokes later, you felt like you were close to cumming, your breathing got faster and faster. Hyunjin watched your whole body's reaction carefully, your neck throwing back, moaning his name needily. It was all his doing and he was proud of it.

The barrel hitting your pleasure spot made you cum loudly after a while, as your body finally relaxed Hyunjin slowly pulled the gun out of you and licked the barrel where your cum were flowing. Just tasting you made him get even harder while his eyes rolled back in pleasure "Fuck I've been waiting to taste you for a long time."

After making you lean back comfortably on the table, he leaned down and kissed your belly "Now tell me detective." Another kiss, this time a little lower "Can you deny that you're not dreaming of me?" When he got to your clit, he placed another small kiss and made you hold your breath for a moment "I don't know what you're talking about." he grinned at your protest, this time he sucked your clit slowly "Really? Do I need to remind you of the times you used to touch yourself while thinking about me?"

The things that came to mind made you breathe in anger and shame "You fucking pervert- have you been watching me all this time?" he positioned his tongue at your hole and pushed it in slowly, your thoughts started to blur again, his tongue lingered in your hole for a while and then pulled back "Oh you're the one who fucked yourself thinking about me, now you can't call me a pervert." he moved closer to your face, his hand went to the belt of his own pants, then he kissed your cheek while unzipping his zipper "But yeah..We have the same dreams detective. So let me fulfill them." then he thrust his cock into your hole without waiting.

The fullness inside you made you let out a loud moan. Hyunjin bit his lower lip in pleasure, your hot and tight hole made him whine, your name silently falling between his lips. His movements were rhythmic and slow, but he made sure you took it all the way. “You feel amazing around me.” His thrusts started to get harder. “Slow— down-” he ignored your whimpering, a hand finding your breast and sucking on your erected nipple. “Shh, you’re taking it just fine baby, just—a-ah a little more.”

You watched Hyunjin with your slightly slitted eyes as his sweat started to run down his neck, a smirk forming on his face when he realized you were watching him. His hand gripping your waist tightly, trying to hold you in place so you wouldn’t move too much.

He started to whine under his breath when his length twitched inside you. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Hyunjin’s vocals increased, he was completely loose, his rhythms were uneven, and sweat was just pouring down his forehead. The heat inside you increased, and as your body began to convulse, you knew you were close to cumming for the second time.

After the rough hits to your pleasure spot, your body finally stopped contracting. Hyunjin pulled his cock out of you, leaning his head on your chest wearily as his cum flowed between your legs, muttering a curse under his breath. “It was the best moment we’ve ever had, detective, admit it.” The sentence he said made you let out a deep breath, you knew you had seriously fucked up. It was like you had reached a dead end of no return.

Hyunjin pulled back, looking at the mess you both had created. He approached you again but the sound of the phone stopped him. While he was breathing angrily, you quickly picked up the phone. Seungmin. He was calling you again. After a quick glance at Hyunjin, you tried to catch your breath and answered the phone. Before you could even open your mouth, Seungmin spoke up "Are you okay? The connection here suddenly went out, I was worried when I couldn't reach you."

"I'm okay." You mumbled briefly. At that moment, Hyunjin's hand started to slowly roam your thigh, he could hear Seungmin's voice from the other side very clearly. "Hyunjin's still not around. He's not there, right? Should I come over?" The kisses placed on your neck stopped you from answering for a moment, his hands found your waist and snuggled closer to you "No- Everything's fine, we'll talk about this tomorrow-" He didn't let you finish, his other hand reached for the one holding the phone and pushed it away, "Okay, whatever you want." those were the last words you heard from him as the phone slipped from your grip.

"Good girl." Hyunjin moved away from your neck and whispered against your lips. "I knew you'd make the right choice."

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blackout in skz dorm | skz imagines

genre: crack warnings: language (i think ??) | mention of a ghost story ! pairing: platonic!OT8 x 9thmember!oc (meena king) summary : one peaceful night in the skz dorm… until the power goes out. now it’s nine idols, one candle, and zero survival instincts. a/n : wrote this for halloween last year and now I'm posting it on april fool's day... because I can. It's so stupid but I hope you enjoy it !

It was nearly 11PM, and the dorm was in its usual state of quiet chaos.

Felix was curled up under his blanket, phone three inches from his face, giggling at a TikTok where a frog got slapped by a leaf.

Chan was in his room with headphones on working, like he was about to drop the next national anthem.

Meena sat cross-legged in her room upstairs, eyes glued to her Switch screen as she screamed at virtual enemies.

Han was in the shower, mid-song, full drama, soap in his eyes.

Hyunjin had half a green skincare mask on and was dancing to some R&B track in the other bathroom.

Changbin was doing late-night squats in the hallway while blasting music in his headphones.

I.N was microwaving something very suspicious in the kitchen.

Seungmin was lying on his bed, deep into a murder mystery novel, highlighter in hand.

And Lee Know? Folding laundry silently in the dark like a serial killer.

---

Then...

Boom.

The dorm went pitch black.

Total silence before chaos :

“…hello?”

“…who touched the lights?”

“DID SOMEONE UNPLUG THE BUILDING??”

Upstairs, there was a loud THUMP—THUMP—CRASH.

Meena, from the darkness:

“…I’m okay! Probably!”

Footsteps scrambled everywhere. A door creaked. Then a scream...

"WHY IS IT SO DARK I WAS NAKED"

A flashlight flicked on, casting a shaky beam across the hallway.

“Was that Han screaming?”

In the kitchen, I.N’s voice piped up, panicked.

“My noodles aren’t done!”

“They’re probably glowing now,” Seungmin muttered somewhere in the dark.

“Don't joke...this is how horror movies start,” Felix whimpered.

“It’s probably just a blown fuse,” said a voice.

There was a long pause.

“…What’s a fuse?”

---

Everyone began staggering toward the living room like blind zombies. Meena limped in, one sock on, holding a Switch in one hand and an ice pack in the other.

“I fell down six steps. Maybe seven. I lost count.”

Chan, unimpressed “Again?”

“Shut up.”

Felix practically launched himself into the nearest couch cushion. “What if it’s ghosts?” he whispered.

“It’s not ghosts,” Seungmin said, already digging for candles in a drawer.

“Are we sure though?? Because the fridge whispered something to me before the power cut.”

Chan opened the balcony door to check outside. The city skyline was just as dark. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, it’s the whole block. Looks like a general outage.”

“Cool cool cool,” Han muttered. “I’m cold, half naked, and I smell like eucalyptus. Great night.”

A phone flashlight suddenly lit up Meena’s face from below. She shrieked.

“PUT THAT LIGHT DOWN.”

Hyunjin strolled in slowly, still shiny-faced and calm. “My face is marinating. I can’t even move my cheeks. Don’t startle me.”

Lee Know entered last, calmly, not even using a flashlight. He sat on the couch like nothing was happening, folding socks in the dark.

“Y’all are acting like electricity never existed.”

Meena pointed. “Why are you so calm?”

He looked up with deadpan calm “Because I am the ghost.”

Felix clutched Hyunjin immediately. “WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT. WHY.”

“I swear if someone breathes down my neck I’m swinging,” Changbin muttered, now wrapped in a blanket like an angry burrito.

“We need snacks,” Meena said.

“There’s no microwave,” I.N replied solemnly.

“Then we die hungry,” Han groaned.

Chan finally lit a candle. Everyone stared at it like it was the holy grail.

“We’ll wait it out here,” he said, voice calm but eyes tired. “Let’s not panic.”

Jisung scoffed “I’m already panicking.”

---

They all sat around in the dim flicker of the candle, slowly descending into a group cuddle pile of chaotic limbs and whispered theories.

“…Okay but like… if one of us was possessed, who would it be?”

Everyone looked at Lee Know.

He didn’t deny it.

---

20 minutes later, They accepted their fate. No power. No Wi-Fi. No hope. So naturally, they dragged all their pillows, mats, and blankets into the living room like they were prepping for war... against boredom.

Within 10 minutes, it looked like a kindergarten sleepover, but messier and louder.

Felix was already clinging to Meena’s side, tucked under the same blanket and whispering, “If the power doesn’t come back in an hour, I’m legally allowed to cry.”

She patted his head. “You’re already halfway there.”

On the other side of the room, Han sat cross-legged, balancing his dead phone on top of a raw potato.

Chan looked up from the candle he was babysitting. “...Jisung. What are you doing.”

“SCIENCE,” Han said dramatically. “You can power a clock with a potato. I saw it in a documentary.”

“That was a third-grade science fair project,” Meena pointed out.

“Exactly. If it worked for 9-year-olds, it can work for me.”

He then started poking the potato with a fork.

Seungmin sighed loudly from his corner. “This is why we can’t have power.”

Hyunjin was face-masking from memory, mumbling, “I swear if my skin breaks out because of this blackout, I’ll sue the entire country.”

Chan sat on a cushion like the stressed dad he was as Meena casually braided part of his hair. He didn’t stop her. He was too tired.

Lee Know was lying on the floor with a pillow over his face. He hadn’t spoken in twenty minutes. Some assumed he had entered a meditative trance. Others assumed murder was loading.

---

Eventually, the silence got too loud.

“I’m bored” Meena mumbled.

“Same” said like, four people at once.

Meena looked around. “Wanna tell ghost stories?”

“NO.”

“NO THANK YOU.”

“WHY WOULD YOU SUGGEST THAT WHEN WE’RE ALREADY IN THE DARK.”

Felix tightened his grip on her arm. “You hate me.”

“I love you, but also, this is character development... so who's going first ?”

Everyone looked around.

Lee Know didn’t move.

Chan looked like he wanted to but also didn’t want to emotionally relive anything.

Then...

Han sat up. His eyes narrowed.

He cracked his knuckles.

He smiled.

“I got one.”

A collective groan rippled through the group.

“NO”

“HE’S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS”

Meena grinned. “No no. Let him cook.”

---

Han leaned in closer to the candlelight, casting a perfectly dramatic glow on his face. He dropped his voice low.

“Okay,” he began, “this happened during our second year of training. Late at night. At the company.”

Everyone immediately got quiet.

Even Lee Know moved the pillow half an inch.

Felix immediately gripped Meena’s arm tighter.

Han continued.

“So, you know the third practice room? The one with the old mirror that’s kind of warped on the edges?”

Everyone nodded. Everyone knew that room. It had weird energy. Always too cold. Lights flickered for no reason.

“Well, I was there one night, working on lyrics. Alone. The lights were on. The hallway outside was dark, but I had the door cracked open a bit so I could hear if someone walked by.”

He paused.

“Only no one walked by.”

Another pause.

“The lights… went out. Just the practice room. Not the whole building. Just that room.”

Felix’s voice came out in a whisper. “Like right now?”

“Exactly like right now.”

Hyunjin shifted in his seat and rolled his shoulders. “I’m not scared, but like, can you get to the point?”

Meena side-eyed him. “You just tucked your knees into your shirt.”

“It’s cold.”

Han ignored the interruption.

“So I’m sitting there, trying not to freak out, right? I get up to leave. I grab my bag, go to the door... except when I try to open it…”

He looked around the group.

“…It doesn’t move. Like someone’s holding it from the other side.”

Felix let out a squeak and immediately slapped his hand over his mouth.

Meena patted his thigh. “You wanna go pee before he keeps going?”

“SHUT UP”

“I tried again. Nothing. So I turn around. And I swear to god there’s a girl in the mirror.”

Dead silence.

“She’s not moving. She’s not blinking. She’s just standing there, behind me.”

Someone inhaled sharply. It might’ve been Chan. It might’ve been all of them.

Han continued, calm, too calm.

“I spin around. No one’s there. But in the mirror? She’s still there.”

Hyunjin cleared his throat. “Okay but like… sometimes mirrors are weird...”

“Her reflection smiled at me,” Han cut in, voice dead serious. “But I wasn’t smiling.”

Felix was visibly trembling now, his eyes wide, both arms wrapped around Meena.

“If she shows up in our mirror I’m sleeping in the fridge,” he muttered.

Han leaned in closer. “I bolted. Kicked the door open. Ran into the hallway. No one was there. Not a sound. Just me and my heartbeat and—this is the worst part—I dropped my phone.”

A gasp. Possibly Meena this time.

Chan whispered, “No way.”

“I had to go back the next morning with staff to get it. You know what I found?”

Everyone leaned in slightly.

Han smiled darkly.

“A smudge. On the inside of the mirror. Like a handprint.”

The room fell into horrified silence.

Even Lee Know, from beneath his pillow, muttered, “Okay. That one was solid.”

Hyunjin scoffed. “Fake. Made up. Drama queen.”

“Your hand’s shaking.”

“It’s a muscle twitch.”

“I can literally hear your goosebumps.”

Felix turned to Meena, eyes glossy. “What if she’s in our mirror right now?”

“Then she can help pay rent.”

A beat passed.

Han sat back, clearly satisfied.

“So… who’s next?”

8 voices replied at once.

“NOT.”

---

Then...

CREEAAAAAK.

A long, slow, floorboard-creaking, horror-movie-grade sound from upstairs.

Everyone froze.

Eyes wide. Bodies stiff. The candle flame flickered like it knew it was about to witness trauma.

“…Did anyone else hear that?”

“I didn’t imagine it, right?”

“I would LIKE to imagine it, actually.”

BANG.

Something fell upstairs. Maybe a picture frame. Maybe a demon. Unclear.

Han immediately ducked behind Chan like he was bulletproof.

Felix curled tighter into Meena’s side like a koala in crisis.

Hyunjin physically picked up a pillow and used it as a shield.

Even Seungmin looked mildly startled, which meant internally he was screaming.

“Okay,” Chan said, standing up slowly like a brave yet internally sobbing leader. “Let’s not panic—”

“Bro, something is moving up there.”

“Your leadership is not helping.”

“Can ghosts open drawers??”

“I think that was your skincare shelf, Hyunjin.”

“THEN IT’S PERSONAL!”

---

They immediately began the “who’s going upstairs” battle royale.

“Hyunjin, go check!”

“Why me?!”

“You’re tall, ghosts don’t fight tall people!”

“That’s not a thing!”

“Chan’s the leader, he should go!”

“I lead in music, not horror scenarios!”

Lee Know didn’t even lift his head. “Not me.”

“YOU LITERALLY SAID YOU’D FIGHT A GHOST BEFORE.”

“I said if I was already possessed, maybe.”

Then all eyes turned to Meena.

Changbin pointed at her like he’d just solved world hunger.

“Noona should go.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You always watch spooky shit! You’re used to this!”

Meena pointed at him with deep offense. “Hello?? What happened to chivalry??”

He shrugged. “It died the moment that noise happened.”

She folded her arms. “Okay yes I watch horror. Which is why I know we don’t split up and go investigate sounds alone!”

Everyone nodded. Fair point. But still no volunteers.

Eventually, Meena stood up with a dramatic sigh, grabbing her blanket like a cape.

“You’re all cowards.”

“Correct.”

“Yup.”

“Please survive.”

She took two steps toward the stairs when—

A hand grabbed her wrist.

“Wait!”

It was Minho.

She turned, eyebrow raised. “…You coming with me?”

He looked her dead in the eye.

“…No. You forgot your phone. For the light.”

He held it out casually.

Meena stared at him. “Wow.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, going back to his pillow nest like nothing happened.

The room watched in silence as Meena climbed the stairs, flashlight bobbing, muttering under her breath the entire way.

Behind her, the boys waited at the bottom of the stairs like nervous cheerleaders with trust issues.

“Do you see anything?”

“Are the walls bleeding?”

“Text us if you die!”

“Text you if I—WHAT?”

---

Meena rolled her eyes, whispering to herself “Bunch of grown men, scared of creaking wood.”

She slowly turned the flashlight toward the hallway.

Everything looked normal.

Bedroom doors slightly open.

Nothing on the floor.

Then another soft sound.

A faint tapping.

Coming from...her room.

Of course.

Back downstairs:

Felix was hiding inside a blanket fort.

“I’m not scared, I’m just… protecting myself in case the ghost chooses violence.”

Changbin was standing behind Lee Know’s pillow throne.

“She better come back soon. Or I’m sending snacks as bait.”

“Snacks??”

“Yeah. Spirits love carbs.”

“Do they?”

“...I would, if I were one.”

Upstairs, Meena slowly pushed open her door.

Her flashlight scanned the room…

…and landed on the source of the sound.

Her curtain rod had fallen, knocking down a pile of books onto the floor. A pair of her headphones dangled from the edge of her desk.

She stared at the chaos in silence.

Then whispered:

“Seriously? That’s it?? That’s the horror movie jump scare??”

She turned around...

...and immediately screamed.

Jeongin was standing right behind her.

She smacked him with the blanket.

“WHAT THE HELL—”

“Don’t yell!! I thought you died!!”

“WHY WOULD YOU FOLLOW ME?!”

“I didn’t want to die downstairs with those idiots!”

---

Back downstairs, all they heard was :

“WHAT THE HELL”

“DON’T YELL!!”

“STOP BREATHING SO LOUD!!”

“I’M SCARED TOO, OKAY??”

Seungmin sighed. “So she’s fine.”

“Or she’s fighting a demon.”

Ten minutes later, Meena came stomping back downstairs with Jeongin trailing behind her like a kid.

“It was the curtain,” she announced, tossing the blanket off like a cape.

“A CURTAIN?!”

“That’s what almost made me cry??”

“I want a refund on my emotional damage.”

“Hey,” Meena said, pointing at Jeongin. “He’s the one who came up and gave me a heart attack.”

He frowned. “You’re welcome for checking on you.”

“You scared me more than the actual ghost would have!”

“You’re not mad, right?”

“…Only a little.”

Chan clapped his hands. “Alright. Crisis averted. Let’s not do ghost stories again.”

Han looked around “But I have another one-”

8 voices in unison:

“NO.”

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DISCLAIMER : This blog and all related content (fics, fake texts, headcanons, imagines, etc.) are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. I do not know Stray Kids personally, nor do I claim any of this reflects their real personalities, actions, or relationships. All characters and their personalities—including Meena King—are original creations. Please enjoy responsibly and remember : real people = real boundaries.

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Unlikely Scene

Based on this edit

A/n: I watched this edit and literally screamed. I would kill for them fr fr 💀

Warnings: smut? Knife play, blood? Death, Sub reader, knife fucking, fear play? Threesome, penetration, mxm, dom Lee know, switch Seungmin, freaky reader, let me know if I missed anything

You had known for while who your boyfriends were. And it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You were surprised when you first found out, but you were quick to assure them that you were heavily into it.

Ever since the killings had started, and you heard about it from the news, you were more intrigued than scared. You had always had a macabre fascination for murderers and their reasonings. You had studied a lot of them, in fact. Even fell in love with the idea of dating a killer, hoping that he would use it against you if he ever got angry with you. Threaten you with any weapon of their choice. Make you beg.

It made your knees weak just thinking about it.

When you saw that iconic black mask with a face that looked as if it were melting, you felt your heart flutter. Not in fear, but curiosity. The news itself had said each killing had started with a phone call. The killer was male, and enjoyed toying with his victims. That was all they knew. It made you fantasize about him, and how his voice sounded. You had become obsessed with this killer in particular.

To have a notorious serial killer in your lifetime made you squeal in excitement, and not only that, he was in your town! Why you were excited, you didn’t know. You knew that you should be afraid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be.

You kept your doors and windows locked, but you stayed up, wondering who was next. If you knew them. If he was anywhere near you. What type of blade did he use? Did he even use a blade? What if he used just regular kitchen scissors? You couldn’t help it as your mind wandered during the early hours.

You finally drifted to sleep.

The next day, reports were consistently flowing through the news about the new killer, and how the locals had dubbed him Ghostface. The name made you shiver, the sound of it rolling off your tongue in admiration.

How could he have gotten a fan following so quickly?

You unlocked your phone, inputting his name in the tag bar, millions of posts appearing in seconds. You saw pictures of people wearing a similar mask, but you noticed that none of them were the same. It made you wonder if the killers mask was custom made. You also saw fake deaths and pretty girls chewing their bubble gum while calling the guy a creep.

They might be next, you hoped, rolling your eyes.

A couple weeks later, two more deaths were caused at the hands of your new obsession, the people unknown to you. You didn’t lose any sleep over it. But you noticed that the next video caught of him, his body was slightly different. To most people, they wouldn’t notice. But you watched this man closely. The next photo was the same mask. The scuff near the chin and the small indent near the right eye didn’t go unseen by you, but this body was a few inches taller, and his shoulders broader.

That’s not him…is it?

You suddenly doubted yourself, unsure if you were paying enough attention. You cursed at yourself, pulling out your phone, looking at your ghostface file.

Okay. You confirmed that it most definitely wasn’t the same guy. The original was smaller, and more built. This guy was a tall scrawny guy. But the robes and large mask made it hard to see. Even the news people didn’t even notice it. They kept on speaking as if it were your killer. But it wasn’t. You sighed out, suddenly wondering if this was a two man job? Maybe three? Or if this was just a phony that wanted attention.

You sighed, hopping in the shower on your second floor. You didn’t even hear your phone ringing, the shower flooding your ear drums, the steam making you lazy.

When you stepped out, you noticed the missed call. It was from an unknown number, making you shrug, drying your hair. Two minutes later as you’re putting on your shorts, your phone rings again. The same number.

You answer, wiping your legs.

“Hello, y/n,” a raspy voice greeted, making you freeze.

“Hello? Do I know you?” You ask casually, dropping your towel at your feet.

“You might have seen me on tv. I’m a pretty big deal right now, some might say…an icon,” he said, chuckling a bit at the end. You barely caught it.

You had a feeling as to where this was going. You remembered that the news lady said it all started with a phone call. Your breath hitched in your throat, but your insides turned to jello, arousal pooling in your stomach.

“Well, give me a hint, then. What type of people consider you an icon?” You turned slowly, facing your bathroom door, looking passed the hinges into your room. Empty.

“The not so nice people. The ones that want to hurt others…People that crave violence, that worship the wrong god…And guess what? I see that you idolize me, princess. So which type of person are you? You don’t seem violent, just curious,” You could tell he was using a voice changer, but despite knowing it was fake, your thighs clenched together at his on point answer. You breathed deeply.

“I-How did-?” You stuttered, your face flushing. You had all of your Ghostface memorabilia in the guest bedroom, and if he knew that you geeked out over him, that meant he was here. In your home. You were next.

“You must worship the wrong god, sweetheart. Such a shame it has to be you tonight,” he almost sounded genuine, but it was hard to tell with his altered voice. You stepped forward towards your bed, sitting at the edge.

“You’re here?” You whispered, earning a laugh from him.

“Yes, sweetheart. I am.”

Your eyes glazed over, the reality of the situation reaching you before you knew it. A shudder ran through you, and you decided to press your luck. It was silent on the other end, and you took your chance.

“Can I ask you a question, sir?”

You heard a small gasp from him, making you lightly smile.

“Sir? Well with such nice manners, I shall grant you a question or two,” his voice was the same, but the tone turned slightly more playful.

“Are there…are there two of you? I noticed that, you looked a bit different from before…It’s hard to explain-“ you were cut off with a solid answer.

“Yes. There are two of us. A team, if you will,” his voice was thin now, almost reserved, which was so different then the previous playful killer that you had gotten used to in those few minutes.

“Lucky for you, we both came tonight,”

Your eyes widened, unsure how to feel at that statement. Both? What did that mean for you? Are they both gonna try and kill you? Was one here to take pictures while the other stabbed you to death? Your mind wandered, not hearing what he said to you before hanging up.

Your hand dropped to your side, your phone sliding from your palm and onto the floor. You sat still, suddenly aware of the footsteps coming from your hallway. They sounded heavy, and moved with a purpose.

Your eyes caught the black robes as they glided into your room, a knife in his hand. Just one?

He paused in front of you, frozen. You wondered what he was thinking, considering he was wearing the damn mask. You felt your panties sticking to your wet core, making you move your legs. You were desperately hoping he would take the mask off at least once before he killed you. You wanted to see the face of the man that had gotten you hooked over the past few months. It was the least he owed you.

He shifted on his feet, not coming closer.

He almost looked uncomfortable. You tilted your head.

“Were you the one on the phone?” You asked calmly, causing the man to recoil in response.

“I was,” you heard a voice say from your hallway.

You didn’t even hear his steps. When he emerged, he was wearing the same outfit and mask as the other, and you noticed how he was the taller of the two, the one with the broad shoulders. You gasped. He took his palace next to his comrade, towering over both he and you.

“Well?” He cooed, his voice significantly different from how he sounded on the phone. It was lighter and angelic. He could be a singer during the day. He tilted his head as you did to the other, his posture making you feel things you had never felt before.

“Can I see you both? Before you…you know?” You cringe at the thought of death, and the shorter of the two recoiled yet again.

“Why aren’t you running? You should be scared,” he finally spoke, his English slightly broken. Almost as if he was from out of the country.

“Cause she’s fucked up. Ain’t that right sweetheart?” The taller answered for you, making your mouth dry. His voice was so sweet, but his tone condescending. All you could do was stare as thy looked at each other through the masks.

“Let’s let her see. After all, she isn’t gonna be around much longer tonight,” he sighed, almost as if it were a chore.

Your focus was now pointed at them fully, watching the smaller struggle internally before sighing as well, nodding. They both reached for the hems of the masks, tugging the off. At first you couldn’t see their faces, shaking their heads to fix their messy hair. But when they flipped them up, your jaw dropped.

They were absolutely gorgeous. The shorter, his features were sharp, his eyes slanted like a cat. And his lips were thin, his bunny teeth showing as he cringed at the feeling of his hair pointing in every direction. His adams apple shaped like a heart as he tilted his neck to pop it. His gaze was intense as he observed you. His muscular build framed by the robe.

The taller of the two, scrawny, but firm. His broad shoulders held his beautiful face, his cheeks round, and his eyes big and devastating, reminding you of a puppy. His hair brown with a blonde bang. And his lips framed the silver braces shimmering as he smiled.

You fought the urge to make a noise of plea.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” The taller asked with a grin, making you gulp.

You didn’t respond, unsure if there was a right answer or not. You continued looking at them, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together, sighing at the friction.

“Answer me.” His voice deepened, almost like a growl. You gasped when he came to stop in front of you, grabbing your chin to look up at him.

“Are you turned on right now?” He questioned, a mocking tone lacing his voice as he grinned at you.

Your eyes watered slightly, feeling a little spacey.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

He laughed, letting go of your chin, making you whine at the loss of his touch. He stepped back, his grin spreading as he went to whisper something into his friend’s ear. His eyes darkened as he smirked, both turning to you with lust in their gaze.

“Lay down,” the shorter barked the order, and you obeyed immediately, making their eyes widen in shock. They didn’t expect you to comply so easily.

“What should I call you guys?” You mutter, watching as they both went to opposite sides of the bed.

The looked at each other before nodding.

“Lee Know,” the boy said at your right.

“Seungmin,” the one on your left said.

Their names were beautiful to you, and suddenly you wanted to sing them as a mantra, your own prayer. But you held back, not wanting this moment to end.

They both just stared at what you for what felt like hours, your legs brushing against each other to relieve yourself any way you could. Your eyes caught Seungmin gaze, locking onto him as you admired him from your position. You didn’t notice Lee know moving his knife to brush against your throat, making you freeze, eyes widened but still focused on seungmin.

You felt the cool metal brush against your skin, moving lower, reaching your top. He paused before moving above them lower. You whined at the muted feeling of the knife above your clothes, making them both chuckle.

“Your liking this aren’t you, sweetheart? You like Lee Knows knife?” Seungmin cooed, bringing his hand up to caress your face.

You sniffled, “Yes,” you whine, your legs twitching when he pushed the tip of the board into your inner thigh. A slight prick that made you see stars. You turned to look at the other man, watching as he slipped it into the waistband of your shorts.

He used his other hand, using it and the knife to pull them off, immediately noticing you wearing nothing underneath. He groaned, tossing your shorts to the side. You gasped when the blade met your skin again, the sudden chill painful before heating into a deep fire.

“Then you wouldn’t mind him fucking you with it?” Your eyes widened, turning back to Seungmin, seeing his cocky grin. He brushed a hair from your face, raising his brows. “What, sweetheart? You don’t want this? Don’t want us?”

If you were in your right mind, you would be able to tell he was manipulating you, but you were too far gone to care, and you really wanted this. Wanted them.

“I want it! Please! I want it so bad…” you groaned, moving your hips slightly.

Seungmin smiled before watching Lee know flip the knife, placing the handle at your entrance.

The handle with warm from his hands, a deep contrast to the chill of the blade.

“Ready?” Lee Know asked. You barely had the chance to respond as he thrusted the handle in, pressing it to the hilt. The beginning of the blade hit your ass, but he positioned it to where it couldn’t cut you.

You moaned loudly, your back arching as he started thrusting the handle at a steady pace. You whimpered, turning back to Seungmin. He no longer held his mocking smile, instead his face filled with concentration as he watched where Lee Knows hands met your middle, his braces showing from his open mouth.

“You like it, Seungmo? She pretty, ain’t she?” Lee Know slurred, staring at his friend.

“So pretty, Minnie,” he breathed, listening to the squelching of your pussy. He looked up and caught his gaze, both of them staring at each other. It made your toes curl.

Suddenly Lee know pushed forward, capturing seungmin in a kiss. He was caught by surprise, but melted into it, quickly slipping tongue. You watched as you were being fucked, the sight alone enough to make you finish.

You felt the coil in your stomach burn hotter with each second, but it finally snapped when you heard the high pitch moan from seungmin. You came hard as the boys separated, a string of saliva connecting them together.

“Good girl, y/n,” Lee Know mumbled, his lips wet and swollen.

You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing.

You opened your eyes to see them both staring at you, their eyes glossy and focused.

“Did the knife cut you?” Seungmin asked, reaching for your discarded shorts.

You huffed out, not expecting that question.

“No…are you guys gonna…?” You made a slash motion at your neck, watching seungmin look at you hard.

“No…But I have another idea for you,” his playful tone back, he grinned at the two of you.

“Be our girlfriend. Our watchdog. Let us know if anyone’s on to us. I see you already have done plenty of research, sweetheart,” His head tilted as he grinned at you.

You looked at Lee know, and he nodded, smiling. You noticed the slick on the handle of the knife. You reached for it, Lee know flinching, thinking you were going to retaliate. Instead, you brought it to your lips, licking it seductively as you looked at them both.

“I’d be honored,” you giggled, making them smile.

That’s how you all become partners in crime <3

[doitforbangchan]

La petit mort - K.S

Pairing: Non-idol!Seungmin x reader

Warnings: Afab/fem reader, smut, death. im keeping this vague for the mystery aspect- read at your own risk. Not proofread :)

WC: 4.9k

Happy Halloween yall 🎃 masterlist

“Have you seen the news?” 

“I heard they found the body in the river.” 

“The cops are saying there's a serial killer on the loose.” 

“Another victim was found behind a dumpster all mangled.” 

“Each one is more violent and gory than the rest.”

Everywhere you turned someone was talking about the recent string of murders in your area. For weeks all anyone could talk about was this supposed ‘serial killer’, and after a fifth body was found last night the mania has only increased. Even here at work it was inescapable. The scariest part though, was that you recognized a few of the victims. Not very personally, but you had mingled with them and even flirted with one. And now they were dead. 

“Hey y/n?” 

You jumped as your thoughts were broken and your eyes tore away from your computer screen. Behind you leaning against the opening of your cubicle was your coworker and newly made friend Seungmin. 

“Seung, you scared me!” You scrunched your face at him, then flipped him off when he laughs. 

He brought his hands up and wiggled his fingers at you, “Scared I’m gonna get you like that killer? Ooooo better watch out!” 

You rolled your eyes, “You know, each victim so far has been a man so I think you’re the one who better watch out or you're gonna be next.” You teased him with a giggle.

Seungmin had started working for your company a few months ago, first as a temp then he was hired on as a full company employee. You were both fast friends since you both liked to poke fun. What had started as him teasing you about the Kuromi calendar on your cubicle wall turned into a wonderful friendship and dare you say- a flirtationship. 

“As if.” He scoffed. “I’m not stupid enough to get caught by someone like that.” 

You hummed, “Hm, could’a fooled me.” He scowled at you, causing you to laugh. 

“Well I was gonna invite you to a show tonight, but if you’re gonna be an ass then forget it.” 

“A show? Who’s playing?” You inquired, your interest now peaked. 

Seungmins lips curled into a sinister smirk, “No one important.. Just 3Racha.” 

“No way!” You shot out of your seat in excitement. The shit eating grin on his face told you he was serious. “Ahh Seung!” You launched yourself at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You had told him many times how much you loved the group and would love to see them live.

“I don’t know why you’re getting so excited, I revoked my invitation, remember?” His tone was light but still sassy as he jested and hugged you back. 

“Nope! You put it out into the universe, you can’t take it back!” You squealed and hugged him tighter, then remembered you were still at work and had to act in a more professional manner. You released him quickly and took a step back, your face flush with embarrassment as you cleared your throat. “I mean, it sounds like a good time.” 

Seungmin chuckled at your cute change of attitude. “They’re playing at that new venue across town, the small one with the bar. S’ not much but I figured you’d wanna go.” He shrugged in nonchalance. “I can uh, pick you up if you want.” 

You nodded enthusiastically, a bright smile on your face. “That would be great!” 

“Awesome.” He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was suddenly feeling sheepish, a faint pink creeping up his ears. “It’s a date then.” 

The rest of the work day went by so slowly, the hours passing by at a snail's pace making you want to pull your hair out. You weren’t just excited for the concert but to go out with Seungmin. On a date. A real date. So far you had only hung out as friends, usually with at least another person from your friend group so this was a brand new experience. And you were beyond nervous and excited. 

You had worked out the details together before you had gone home to change, deciding you would get there a few minutes early to get a drink or two before it started. After getting home you took a quick shower, then put on a pair of black ripped jeans that hugged your ass just right and a maroon colored corset crop top. Adding a red lip and a smokey eye to complete the look. You hoped Seungmin would like it, you really wanted to impress him tonight. 

At exactly 8:00 there was a knock at your door. You slipped on your sneakers and opened the door. Seungmin was leaning after your doorframe with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. He was wearing a black t-shirt and dark wash jeans and boots, looking both comfortable and stylish at the same time. And so so hot. 

His eyes raked over your form, making you mildly self conscious. “What are you looking at?” You said playfully to get his attention off your body. 

His eyes snapped to yours, then they rolled at you, “God forbid I appreciate the outfit you clearly put some effort into. You look great, by the way.. For a gremlin.” 

You smacked his arm making him laugh, then you lightly shoved him away so you could lock your door. “Says the troll.” 

He leads you down to his car and even opens the door for you, making you secretly swoon. The drive over to the venue was nice, he played songs from 3Rachas latest album getting you both pumped for the performance. 

The venue was small, more like a hole in the wall club with a stage in it, but it had a tiny outside area with a fire pit. Luckily it wasn’t that packed yet and the two of you were able to get to the bar pretty quickly. Seungmin paid for your drink no matter how much you had insisted since he had gotten your ticket. 

As Seungmin was talking to the bartender about what drinks you wanted you felt a body come up next to you and lean on the bar. “Hey there, gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?” 

You looked over to see a decently good looking guy, giving you a flirty look. You shook your head with a polite smile, “No thank yo-” 

“Her boyfriend already bought her one.” Seungmins voice was a borderline growl from behind you. Your head swiveled around to see him glaring at the guy. “Get fucking lost.” 

“Seung..” You said quietly. 

The man put his hands up in defense, “My bad bro, didn’t know. Just trying to shoot my shot.” 

“Well shoot your shot on someone else.” Seungmin handed you your drink then led you away from the bar and towards the stage area. 

“What was that?” You asked in a hushed tone. “Why did you get so hostile?” 

“That guy is a fucking creep, he looked at you like you were a piece of meat.” He sneered, “You don’t need that shit.” He seemed to sense how his change in temperament made you nervous so he dialed it down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so possessive. I just didn’t like his vibe, it was gross.” 

You placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned into him slightly, “I wasn’t expecting it, is all. And I definitely didn’t expect you to say my boyfriend bought me a drink.”

 He was lucky it was dark or you would have seen how flushed he became. “I uh -well I mean- uhh.” You had never seen him so tongue tied and it was both alarming and adorable at the same time. 

With a coo you reached up and pinched his cheek. “Aw Seung, it’s ok no need to get flustered, you can be my boyfriend if you want too. ” Seung swatted your hand away and scowled at you slightly. “No I’m serious, I do really like you and would love to have you as my boyfriend, Minnie.”

 He broke into a giddy grin. “I mean, since you're practically begging I guess I could be your boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes and reached up and gave his arm a swift pinch. “Ow! I see how it is, you weasel your way into my life then you abuse me? That’s just cruel.” Seungmin couldn’t help but break character at the end and let out a laugh, then pulled you into his arms. 

You hugged him in return. Just as you were about to lean up and kiss him the lights in the room dimmed and the stage lights turned on. You spun around quickly to see the group run on stage. You let out a squeal and grabbed Seungmins hand. This was going to be a night you would never forget! 

It was a little over an hour into the show now. You were dancing and singing along to each song, the drink in your system making you feel extra good. Seung had been beside you bopping along and laughing at your joyful antics. 

“Hey, I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” He leaned in and spoke in your ear. You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. “Do not go anywhere, stay right here please.” He added, his eyes giving you a serious stare. 

“I promise I’ll stay right here.” You kissed his cheek then looked back at the stage. He gave you a pleased smile and left you to your devices. 

It was about 15 minutes later that he returned to you. “Sorry, those lines are long. Did I miss anything good?” 

“Duh it’s all good!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as a slower beat started to play. “But you made it back for my favorite song, sooo I can’t be upset.” He placed his hands on your hips, pulling your body flush against him. Being this close you could see a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, “are you alright, Min? You look a little.. Off.” 

He shook his head, dismissing your concerns. “Yeah I’m good, s’ just hot in here, there's a lot of people in here.” 

You nodded in understanding. “Well I hope you’re not too hot for a dance?” 

He smirked down at you, “For you? Never too hot.” 

He suddenly twirled you around, making you giggle then he pulled you back into him, his hand in yours. No one else around you was dancing like this, they were all jumping around or being crazy, and it made it feel extra romantic- that it was like the two of you were in your own little world. 

You both swayed together as you looked up at him taking note of all his handsome features. With a bated breath, giving him time to pull away if he wanted, you leaned up slowly and gave him a chaste kiss to his lips. 

With a deep flush to your face you gave him a shy smile. Before you could say anything he grabbed your face and pulled you into a deep kiss. You let out a gasp of surprise then melted into him, letting him run his tongue along your bottom lip. 

You put your hand on his chest as you tasted his mouth, the light lingering taste of his beer making this even sweeter. Now you were certain that tonight was special. You hadn’t had this much fun or been this enamored in a very long time. It was perfect. 

A loud blood curdling scream brought you out of your dreamlike state, making you quickly jump away from Seungmin. 

“THERE’S A BODY IN THE ALLEYWAY”

“HELP! HE’S DEAD OH MY GOD HE’S DEAD!” 

Someone screamed, causing a massive panic to spread over the crowd. Seungmin grabbed your hand before you could even react, yanking you towards the exit. “Time to go.” He said while maneuvering you both around the clusters of people.  

You could hear another person yell out, “SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!” 

“What the fuck is going on?” You questioned as you went out the exit, your eyes were wild as they flickered to Seungmin in terror. 

“I don’t know, but we’re not sticking around to find out.” He answered, remaining steadfast on getting you both the fuck out of there. 

“Seung..” You clung to him as you entered the parking lot. You could faintly hear the sound of approaching sirens, as someone must have immediately called the police. “I’m scared.” You couldn’t hide the tremble in your voice, “What- what if it’s that serial killer? Oh my god, what if they were there with us?” 

“Y/n, I would never let anything happen to you. I will always protect you.” There was no amusement in his voice as he spoke to you, leading you to the car and opening your door. He leaned in and buckled your shaking form, then rested a hand on your face again making you look at him. “Hey, I’m serious. I will keep you safe. Do you trust me?”

With a shaky breath you nodded, “Yes, I trust you.” 

“Good. Now let me keep you safe by getting the fuck out of here.” 

He climbed into the driver's seat, starting the car and swiftly driving away. Seungmin offered to drive you home but you really did not want to go back there alone and his house was closer. He took you to his place, keeping an arm wrapped around you the whole time as he unlocked his door until it was closed and locked again. 

His house was small, and looking around it was very clean. Borderline too clean. As if it was barely even lived in. Odd, but maybe he just liked his place to be really tidy. 

Seungmin led you to the couch, sitting you down. “I’ll grab you some water, help you sober up a little bit.” 

You nodded and leaned back into the cushions. A minute later he returned with a glass for you. You accepted it with a quiet thank you, taking a much needed sip. It was then that you looked at the clock on the wall and noticed how late it had gotten. 

“Oh shit I didn’t realize it was already almost midnight. I should call an uber or something to take me home.” You took out your phone but it was lowered by Seungs hand. 

“You can stay here if you want. It’s already really late and after everything that happened I don’t think I’d trust a rando to take you home.” 

Thinking about it you came to the conclusion that he was right and you also did not want to spend your night alone. “Ok, only if you don’t mind.” 

“Of course I don’t mind. You’re my girlfriend now after all, you can stay whenever you want.” He smiled warmly then offered you his hand. “Come on, I’ll get you some pjs.” 

His room was a little messier, with his bed not neatly made and a few plants by the window. Seungmin opened his dresser and grabbed some sweats and a baggy shirt, handing them to you. You thanked him and without even thinking about you began stripping. Or maybe you thought about it a little bit, glancing at him when you pulled down your pants to see him gulp then awkwardly avert his eyes. 

After you were dressed in the pjs you threw yourself at his bed, then opened your arms as an invitation for him to join you. He threw his own sweats on and took off his shirt, giving you a quick view of his broad chest. 

Ever since you had met him you had thought Seungmin was cute- sexy even- to an extreme degree. But seeing him tonight revved that up to a hundred. The way he had gotten you out of danger and brought you to safety, how he had stayed calm and collected during the chaos.. He was like your knight in shining armor, and you wanted to thank him personally. 

Seungmin climbed in with a snicker after turning off the light, letting you wrap around him before he pulled the blankets over both your forms. After adjusting to have you resting upon his chest he let out a deep sigh of content. 

“Are you alright, Seung?” You whispered into the darkness after hearing his sigh. You let your hand rest atop his chest, running softly along his skin. 

“More than alright, babe.” He answered then kissed the top of your head. “What about you? That shit was pretty traumatic.” 

You nodded, “Yeah, m’ alright. Happy to be here with you.” You then poked him in the chest, “Don’t let it get to your head though!”

His chest rumbled from his deep chuckles at your antics, “Never.” The hand you had on him very slowly moved down to his stomach, tracing the light trail of hair and making his breath lighty hitch. “What are you up to, little devil?” 

“Nothin,” your answer was coy as you continued to lower your hand, “Just wanted to.. Thank you for keeping me safe tonight.” 

“Oh yeah?” The smirk on his lips was incredibly clear in his voice. One of his own hands came up to pet along the side of your thigh. “Thank me how?” 

Finally you made your way to the front of his sweats, feeling his bulge that was steadily growing under your touch. You kissed his neck tenderly as you palmed him, his whine and buck of his hips giving you the confirmation you needed that he wanted you to touch him just as much as you wanted to give it to him. 

“Nnngh, so that’s how. Alright sweetheart, you can thank me in any way you want.” He groaned slightly, the husk in his voice causing a flood in your own underwear. 

With tentative movements you pulled the band of his sweats down his thighs until his member was released. The man let out a slight hiss when your hand made contact with his now bare skin. From what you could tell by feeling alone he was big. Big enough that you couldn’t even fully wrap your fingers around him. You briefly wondered if that would even fit inside of you. 

“That’a girl. Go ahead and rub the tip fo’ me.” You did as he requested, your thumb running over the slit on his tip and collecting the precum that was beginning to leak out and using it as lubricant on his dick. “Fuck, that’s it baby.” 

Seungmins fingers traveled from your thigh to your own covered center, giving you a quick circle motion over the bottoms then diving his hand into them, finding your now drenched core. “Mm, Seung.” You whined when his fingers expertly found your clit. 

“Jesus christ you're so wet. What made you so sopping, honey? You like using your hand to get me off, hmm?” He had a bite to his voice that was both teasing and dominating that made you flood even further. As if he could feel it he commented, “ Fuck you do like it don’t you? Bet you like my own fingers buried in your sweet cunt too huh?” Then he shoved two long digits into you, making your hips buck into him and a wanton moan escaped you. 

With a rapid nod you clenched down on his fingers, “Uh huh, so good Seung.” 

“I know love, I know. But you know what would feel even better?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Let me put my cock in you instead of my fingers.”

 You clenched down on him again at the suggestion, “Yes please. Want it.” As soon as the words left your lips you were suddenly thrown onto your back with your head bouncing off his pillow, a gasp of surprise leaving your lips. The sheets were torn off of the both of you and your bottoms were yanked down and off your legs as well, until your lower half was completely bared to him. 

He climbed on top of you and crashed his mouth against yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip making you squeal from the small burst of pain. You could feel him lineup his member with your hole, his tip going to push into you slowly. 

Your back arched at the intrusion. You were right, he was big. So big that you could feel your walls squeezing the life out of him as he stretched you out. “Seuunnggmiiinn oh my gooooood.” You cried into his neck as he fully seated himself inside of you.

“Fuck babe, you’re so fucking tight, you might just squeeze my dick off if you don’t relax.” Seungmin groaned, the bliss clearly overtaking him as he tried not to move too much and let you adjust. After a few moments you started to get used to his size within you and began to relax a little. “There we go, sweet thing. Imma move now, alright?” 

“Mmhmm.” 

With your go ahead he slowly started thrusting into you. You could feel each drag of his thickness against your walls, the sensation making you throw your head back in pleasure, your eyes half open and watery. Holding himself up with one arm he used the other to rub harsh figure eights on your sensitive nub that resides between you.

“God your so fucking beautiful.” He moaned, “Can’t believe I have the most perfect woman in my bed and that you're all mine.” He picked up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. “M’ never letting you go. Not now that I have you. Never.” 

His words should have been alarming and at any other time they would have made you question what he meant- but your brain was turning to mush due to the intense amount of pleasure he was giving you. You could barely remember your own name nevermind the nonsense he was spewing. 

You could feel the dam within you about to break, your high about to crash over you. “S-seungminnie, I’m gonna- gonna cum.” 

“Do it. Cum all over my cock, baby. Give it to me now.” 

With a scream you came, the band snapping and giving way to euphoria, his name a jumbled mess as you clung to him and shook. “Min- Seung- minnie oh my god, nnghhh.” 

“Mmmm, good girl, feels so fucking good. Gonna cum, gonna fill you up and make you mine. Gonna pump you full.” He practically growled and put his face into your neck, sucking harsh dark marks onto your skin as a show of ownership. There was a sudden hotness that shot inside of you, coating your insides with his white essence. It was a good thing you were on birth control or you were sure that you would have gotten pregnant. 

Seungmin trembled as he finished giving you his load, his arms threatening to give out as he lowered his body to rest atop you. The sweaty man laid gentle kisses on your now marred skin, the softness being a great comfort for you. 

After a few moments he rolled off of you, curling you up into his side. You were so exhausted that as soon as he had exited you you had begun to drift off into a deep slumber, nuzzling into him until darkness took you. 

You were awoken by the sun shining through the windows the next morning. Blearily opening your eyes you looked around your surroundings, seeing you were still in Seungmins bed and you were still very naked. A heat rushed to your face when you remembered what you had done last night, a giddiness filling you. The man was beside you, snoring quietly as he kept sleeping. 

As much as you wanted to cuddle him and go back to sleep you could feel the remnants of your naughty activities coating your lower region. With a sigh you swung your legs over the edge, grabbing the fallen sweats and slipping them on. You noticed your phone on the nightstand and grabbed it on your way to the bathroom. You decided to go out into the hall bathroom as to not wake up Seungmin. 

While you were doing your business you opened your social media. As you were scrolling you came upon the news report for what happened at the venue last night. Curiosity got the better of you so you clicked on the link.

 Immediate shock filled you as you read the article. There was a picture of the victim from last night, and a deep chill rocked you when you saw that it was the man who offered to buy you a drink that had been murdered. According to the report his face was bashed in against a brick wall until his head had become mush. 

You were so engrossed and mortified by the article that when you left the bathroom you hadn’t noticed you opened the wrong door, and instead of going back into Seungmins room you found yourself in an entirely different room. 

A gasp of horror left you when you took in the contents of the new room. Along the walls were pictures of men- not just any men but all of the victims of the serial killer. Next to their face pictures were cut outs from news articles about their murders and graphic photographs of the crime. 

What the actual fuck is this? Why would he have all this?

Your eyes scanned the contents, seeing laid out maps of homes and locations. There was a deafening beating within your chest as your brain ran a million miles a second, trying to figure out just what you were seeing. With shaking legs you backed out of the dark room, not realizing you were no longer alone until your back met a sturdy chest. 

You spun around to find his hard stare, your own eyes wide with fright.

“You weren’t supposed to find this.” Seungmin spoke lowly, a sternness in his tone that sent shivers down your spine.

“S-seungmin, I-i don't understand, what is all of this?” You tried to back away from him but he grabbed you by your arms before you could, his fingers digging roughly into you making you wince. “Ow, Seungmin let me go.”

“I can’t. Don’t you see I can’t let you go? Not now when I have you. After everything I did for you, I can never let you go.”

Pure fright was the only thing that filled you as you came to realize exactly what he meant.

“Seungmin.. What did you do?” 

His face never changed as he yanked you to him forcefully, his nails threatening to leave bloody crescents from how hard he gripped you. You tried to swing your arms to get him off of you but he was too strong, pinning your arms down and shoving you vehemently down the hall until he reached another room you had never been. 

Seungmin swiftly opened the door then using his strength he shoved you into the room, your body falling to the hard floor. He closed it behind him quickly, his dark orbs trained on you. 

You were crying now, salty tears steadily streaming down your face. With a coo Seungmin crouched in front of you, reaching his hand out to wipe your tears. You shuffled back away from him, trying to create as much distance between you as possible. 

Seungmin sighed in frustration and stood up again. He began pacing and pulling at his hair, “I should have known you would have a bad reaction. I should have waited before bringing you here. But fuck I just couldn’t help myself. Stupid, I’m so fucking stupid.” 

“I- I don’t.. Seungmin what is going on?” You were practically begging for answers. 

“They had to go.” He said simply. “Each one of them was a threat to you- to us. I just knew if I let them live they would pursue you. They’d try to put their slimy disgusting hands on you, touch you as if they owned you. No, no I would- could never let that happen.” He crouched again, invading your space making you squeal and turn your head away. He grabbed your face and forcibly turned your head to face him. “You belong with me, not with them.” 

You tried to shake your head but his grip didn’t let you. “Seungmin.. This is insane. Yo-you can’t just kill someone because they talked to me.” 

A borderline evil smirk overtook his face, “But that’s the thing, I can. And I did. For you.” He leaned in closer so your noses were touching. Your whole body was shaking in complete fear. You couldn’t believe that the man you were falling for was a serial killer. That the playful, sassy man who danced with you and played smash bros could possibly be this twisted and lethal. 

His next words instilled terror in you that would stay with you for as long as you lived. 

“Everything I do is for you. But don’t worry, babe. Now that I have you here safe with me I don’t need to kill anyone else. Because no one is ever going to come near you again. It’ll be just you and I forever.” 

The deep pit within you told you exactly what he meant; you were never leaving here. He was going to keep you trapped in his web until your last breath. 

©doitforbangchan 2024

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[changbunnies]

! This is an 18+ collection of works, minors do not interact.

! Please read responsibly, and remember that all works are fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

! Works should only be found here, and on my ao3 account of the same name. Reposting my work elsewhere is strictly prohibited.

! While I mostly write sweet + fluffy romances, I do like to dabble in dark concepts from time to time. Please heed warnings listed for my darker fics before engaging with them.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bang Chan

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₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Seo Changbin

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₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hwang Hyunjin

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₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Han Jisung

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ot8 Series; Royalty AU

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Kinktober 2024

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[bangtanintotheroom]

🎃 SKZ as Halloween Couple Costumes 🎃

• Pairing: OT8 x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

• Rating: PG-15

• Words: 3.5k

• Summary: In which you and your boyfriend choose and experience the fun and chaos of your couple costume.

• Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, partying, kissing, cuddling, jealousy, mentions of sucking (hehe), implied sexual content, a single threat of bodily harm, all the guys are dorks and whipped, Chan being delulu for OC, Minho is a terror, Changbin being a sweet furry, Hyunjin looking like sin itself, Han getting no respect from the young’ns, Felix is a mess (in the best way), Seungmin taking his role too seriously, Jeongin is always prepared

• Notes: Happy Halloween y’all! 🎃🦇🖤 I really wasn’t planning on writing anything for the holiday, but this idea came to me last week and the more I wrote, the more I had to see it through. It’s my mini break from some of the other more serious fics I’ve been working on again, so enjoy! ✨

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae2 @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

Chan - Gomez and Morticia Addams

You suggest these and your boyfriend is immediately on board because of the all-black outfits

That, and the fact that he gets to have any excuse to lay his lips on you (not like you never allow it)

You help him draw his mustache on, but it takes a few tries due to him giggling like a schoolgirl

“I think my Freddie one was better.” “Quiet, Chris.”

Talk about in-character

THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP KISSING YOU

On your lips even though you keep scolding him for almost smearing your red lipstick, on your neck, up and down your arm

But Chan doesn’t care, even when your friend group clowns him for the act

He just keeps on kissing like there’s no tomorrow

The real kicker comes in later that night when you hear a familiar song come on over Jeongin’s speakers

Your eyes were quick to land on your boyfriend, his expression painting him as the culprit for the music choice

All it took was a tilt of your painted mouth to invite him to walk over before holding a hand out

“Shall we?”

With nearly frightening precision, the two of you recreate the tango from Addams Family Values (minus the backflips and knife-throwing)

The applause and cheers that surround you as you both embrace is deafening, but it’s nothing compared to the way Chan looks down at you with sheer infatuation

It’s only amplified by the words he whispers as he leans in towards your face

“Cara mia.”

This time, you welcome the passionate kiss he places on your lips, arms wrapped tight around his neck with nothing but devotion

Minho - Chucky and Tiffany

“I know what we can dress up as.”

The second Minho came up and said that, you knew you were in for either a good time or a bad time

As soon as he showed you the pic on his phone, you threw your head back and laughed, wiping tears afterwards

“Why am I not surprised? Sure.”

The days leading up to Halloween involve shopping and your boyfriend practicing his ‘serial killer face’ in the bathroom mirror

Your makeup was darker than usual and the eyebrows were a bitch to draw on, but they were nothing compared to Minho’s scars

“Couldn’t you have bought the tattoos instead?” “They’re wack, yours are way better.”

Somewhere behind that compliment is him just giving you more work to do for the sake of it. So you just mumble your appreciation while pretending to be oblivious to the eyes fixated on your pronounced cleavage

After heading outside, you think you did the makeup too well

On the way over to the haunted house, a few trick-or-treaters recoil in fear and parents usher their children out of your paths

Minho is quick to point this out

“See, jagi? You think some wash-off tattoos would make that happen?”

Leave it to this man to inflate your ego with no hesitation. Now you walk down the sidewalks with your chin held high, on an equal level with your lover

The haunted house was decent, even though you almost decked an actor or two in the face, and hanging out with your mutual circle was even better. Before you know it, everyone is splitting up to head back to their humble abodes

Except for you and Minho

It was clear that you two weren’t ready to call it a night by the way you peered at each other

“Wanna go for a walk?” “Sure.”

Not a walk in the park, but a walk through a cemetery; you and Minho were never the most sane people

A stroll through the nearby graveyard was oddly peaceful with a taste of eeriness lying underneath, the path lit by scattered streetlamps and the moonlight

“You really do look gorgeous, jagi.”

The brief silence was broken by your lover’s low but earnest voice, peeking up to see him watching you with soft eyes

The scars and stitches on Minho’s face did little to ruin the adoration radiating through

“Don’t tell me you have a thing for dolls.” “If the doll looks like you, then I sure do.”

You had to stop the walk to stifle your laugh, not wanting to rudely disturb the dead

But once you finished, your teeth flashed at your boyfriend before you held his hand tighter

“I might have the same problem as you, then.”

The expression that came over him was something that was definitely inappropriate for your current setting, but it didn’t stop him from stepping close and leaning in towards your lips

That is, until you heard a noise in the distance that made you squeak and cling onto him

“What was that?!”

Minho played it off like he wasn’t bothered, but you could feel his heart beating a little faster through your pressed chests

“Maybe we should head home so you don’t pass out from fear.”

With your urgency, you followed close as he practically dragged you out of the graveyard, smirking behind his back at the way he kept looking around at every little noise

Who knew a ‘serial killer’ was afraid of ghosts?

Changbin - Beauty and the Beast

Oh, the way he reacted to the costumes you chose was just precious

As soon as you laid the golden gown out on your bed, Changbin was quick to hop up in joy

“You mean—?!” “Yup!”

The both of you grew up on Beauty and the Beast, but the love for the film was rekindled when you chose to watch it on one of your first dates with together

Watching each other gush over favorite parts and singing along to all the songs cemented the Disney movie as something special in your relationship

Which is why your lover wastes no time in getting his part of the outfit together

You encourage him not to go all out in a fursuit, but to at least get something reminiscent to what Beast would wear

So when he shows up on your doorstep to pick you up, you’re practically bursting at the seams

Horns on his head and a blue tailcoat outfit with ruffles sticking out from his built chest. And…

“Did you put fangs in?” “Mmh-mmh!”

He welcomes the kisses you plant on him until one of his fangs comes loose

“Yah, chill!”

After a quick fix, the two of you walk hand in hand to the fairgrounds, taking care not to let the dirt sully your outfits

You’re holding your skirts up most of the time, but Changbin is quick to take over whenever he could see your arms getting tired

He even took it upon himself to lift and carry you over a giant spot of mud

“Princesses need to stay prim and proper!”

The both of you are one of the last to leave, getting carried away with dancing and taking pictures in every possible area

Despite the way your eyes are drooping, you kindly decline your boyfriend’s offer to carry you home, noticing how he looked ready to sleep as well

After washing up and changing into comfier clothes, you lay in bed with Changbin’s head on your chest, catching up on the mystery novel you had started recently

“Jagi?”

You peek down from the pages to see his drowsy eyes gazing up at you

“Read to me?”

There was no part of you that could say no to that face

You continued, reading out loud in a soft voice while Changbin hummed in interest at the subject matter

But at some point, you both doze off, the plot twist waiting to be revealed the next day

The beast and his princess needed some rest

Hyunjin - Vampire and Victim

There was little room for discussion on what Hyunjin was going to be for Halloween

His entire being screamed that he was the perfect template for a vampire, and you? You were going to be his willing victim

Even though he gave you sass (when does he never?), Hyunjin was quick to jump on board when you suggested Edward and Bella as an alternative

“Absolutely not. I am not washing glitter out of my hair for days.” “Great! I hung your cloak in your closet.”

For someone who was fussing at first, he spent forever in the bathroom getting ready while you sat on his bed in your gauzy dress

“Hyunjin, how long does it take to put some eyeshadow on?” “I have to have the perfect depth and shape! Just five more minutes, angel.”

Five turns into twenty and by the time you hear him step out, your mouth is open and ready to fire off, but the barbs are shot down when you lay your eyes on your boyfriend

“How do I look?”

Like a character straight from an Anne Rice novel; dark hair cascading around his face, burgundy tinted around his eyes and a light trail of blood dripping down his plump lips. He’s absolute perfection

But all that comes out of your mouth is a jumbled noise

One that makes Hyunjin laugh boldly, effectively breaking the spell

“What was that?!” “Sh-shut up! Please tell me you’re done so I can call the Lyft.”

Thankfully, he is, and now you can both make your way down to the city

The streets are crowded, despite its wide berth, forcing you two to hold onto each other tight

Especially when some eyes lingered in your direction for a little too long

You felt Hyunjin’s arms tighten when a lumberjack blatantly looks you up and down

“Stay close to me.”

You’re quick to show your disapproval when an undead nurse shoots your lover a coy smile

“I should be saying that to you.”

The further the night goes on, the more on edge you are

You were used to people checking out your boyfriend, but tonight was a new record

Hyunjin seemed to be as miffed as you were, his replies becoming more and more terse and his stare growing sharper

After a group of cheerleaders yelled at him that he looked hot as fuck, you stopped in your tracks

“I want to go.”

Your low request had his head turning, frowning at how bothered your expression became; a far cry from the light-hearted one you started with

“Y/N?” “Can we just go home and watch some movies? There’s too many people here.”

Crowds were never a problem for you. Hyunjin was quick to discern what troubled you, holding your hand tighter before dragging you off to the side

Despite you asking what he was doing, he continued until he was able to pin you against one of the buildings

“Hyunjin?”

He remained silent, a faint fire in his dark eyes as he leaned down to latch his mouth onto your neck

For what felt like an eternity, his lips and teeth lavished onto your skin, taking care to avoid the puncture marks you drew

You didn’t mind the sudden attack, but the two of you were in plain sight!

You even made eye contact with a few passersby, reactions ranging from flustered to encouraging. Although, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, fingers running up and down the back of his silk shirt

By the time Hyunjin released your neck, you were panting softly, taking in the now satisfied look on his handsome face

“Sorry, darling, but I had to let everyone know you’re mine.”

Oh. That explains everything, especially the light throbbing on a specific spot on your skin

“I’m gonna have to cover this up for work tomorrow.” “Mm.”

He didn’t seem too concerned, but honestly, you weren’t either. Especially now that you had a new problem to fix

“I still think we should go home.”

Judging by your tone, Hyunjin could tell that you were distressed in a different way now, lips quirking with knowing

“Why? Do you want me to suck your blood?” “You can suck something else instead.”

Jisung - Howl and Sophie

From the moment you and Jisung began dating, he had been secretly planning what your first couple costume would be

As soon as you asked him if he wanted to dress up with you, he beamed, full cheeks expanding

Without hesitation, he suggested Howl and Sophie

You were down with the idea, your boyfriend having made you watch the movie about seven times now, causing it to crawl into your top ten list

Although, your enthusiasm lessened when he asked you to do the old woman version

“Jisung, be for real.” “I am! How are people going to understand the costume if you don’t?!”

You can only take so much more of his obnoxious whining (he said people would think he was just some sort of vampire and you threw on your grandmother's curtains!) before you snap and give in

The kisses he plants all over your face mitigate your annoyance a little. Only a little

At least there aren’t too many people who see you in your attire on Halloween night; the two of you remained inside and handed out candy to trick-or-treaters

The reactions ranged from familiarity to straight-up confusion

You almost bust a gut when a tween insisted that Jisung was dressed up as Jareth

“I’m not the Goblin King!” “You sure about that?”

Your cackles escaped as soon as he slammed the door in their face, grumbling about how that kid didn’t know shit

As soon as the last bag was given out, the porch lights were turned off and the two of you released simultaneous sighs

“Movie time?” “Yup.”

Your social batteries recharged as you and Jisung curled up on the couch, reacting strongly to the jumpscares on the screen and hiding behind the blanket whenever the gore got to be too much

After the second movie ended, he stood up and stretched, declaring the need for a bathroom break

You felt like watching one more film before calling it a night, putting it upon yourself to choose this time

When Jisung returned, his ears perked up at a recognizable tune coming from the TV

The grin you shot over the back of the couch erased whatever sleepiness he was feeling

“One more?”

He gave an even brighter smile, quickly retaking his previous spot

“One more.”

Felix - Pokémon Trainers

Something simple yet noticeable; that was the theme you and Felix were going for

And this was how you both ended up as Pokemon trainers

It felt nice to wear something that didn’t prevent you from using the bathroom or put you at risk of flashing someone

Plus, your boyfriend just looked too adorable with his cap on

The party at his best friend’s house is fun and loose, everyone dressed in all sorts of costumes as they played drinking games and danced to the blaring music

Felix throws his Pokeballs around all night, but manages to keep track of them, slipping them back into his fanny pack with ease

That is, until the liquor starts entering his system and he runs up to you in a panic

“I LOST MY BALLS!”

He screams that in the middle of Changbin’s packed living room, attracting all types of attention

You shoot everyone a nervous smile before dragging your whining partner out by the hand

“Let’s go find your balls, ‘Lix.”

The two of you manage to catch them all before deciding to get some fresh air

Sitting outside in the cool air on a patch of the backyard with your boyfriend is peaceful, his flush lessening as you both relaxed into the grass

But then you felt something thump into your leg, looking down to see a Pokeball laying next to you

“Felix…did you just throw that at me?” “Yeah.”

You frowned and prepared to scold him, but knowing his thought process at times, there had to be a reason

“Why?”

With the most heart-tugging expression on his face, he explained, “Because I choose you. And I always will.”

Maybe it’s the shots from before, but your entire body heated up at his words, your cheeks receiving the worst of it

“Dork.” “Your dork.”

You didn’t deny it, shooting Felix a smile that expressed your mutual affection for him instead. He returned the emotion before leaning in for a kiss

That is, until you stopped him

“Not in front of Pikachu.”

Felix looked down at the plushie sitting between the two of you, choosing to turn it so its back is to you before leaning in again

“He’ll be alright.”

Seungmin - Baseball Furies

Your boyfriend was a low-key kind of guy, which you always liked about him

So you were surprised when he suggested to dress up and go to Hyunjin’s big Halloween bash

But you were less surprised at who he wanted to go as

Now the two of you walked into his friend’s house, dressed in crisp baseball uniforms with your faces covered in paint

This was definitely an obscure choice, but you didn’t fight it; at least he dressed up as something

At first, you admire Seungmin’s ability to stay true to his character, nodding in greetings or using his eyes to speak

But as the night goes on, his silence works on your nerves

“Baby, do you want some punch?” “…”

“Is my paint cracking?” “…”

“Did you see Chan around?” “…”

By the time Hyunjin made it to the two of you to say hi, your patience was paper-thin

“Seungmin, aren’t you going to say hi?”

More silence that led to you leaning in to growl, “I’m gonna shove this bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle if you don’t speak.”

Nothing. Just a blank stare that had you groaning in frustration while Hyunjin giggled

“So dedicated!”

You give up on getting your boyfriend to talk eventually, making your rounds to catch up with familiar faces

But by the time you get back to Seungmin, he has an odd look on his face

“Seungmin? What’s wrong?”

His stare is stony, looking across the crowded room at something

When you follow his gaze, it takes your entire willpower not to say ‘are you fucking kidding me?’

For there was a party-goer dressed in a well-known leather vest, shooting the same piercing look back at your boyfriend

“Seungmin. Really?”

Really, judging by the way he refused to break the staring match

Fed up, you snatched the bat from his hand, giving his ass a light swat

“Ow! Hey!” Finally, some words

Scowling, you point the end of the lumber into his face, glad to see the caution replace the stoicism from before

"Grow up or you won't get past first base tonight.”

A puppy-like pout formed as he sunk under your gaze

“Yes ma’am.”

Jeongin - Luffy and Zoro

Ever since the live-action movie came out, all you and your boyfriend could talk about was One Piece, One Piece, One Piece

It was only natural that for Halloween, you both dressed up as your characters of choice

You were not surprised he picked Luffy, but he couldn’t mask his own when you told him that you were doing Zoro

“What? I think I can rock the hell out of green hair.”

Not the type to enjoy giant crowds, the two of you headed over to his best friend Seungmin’s for a little get-together for the night

Your outfits were a hit with the crew

“Wow, you guys went all out!” “My knees are cold.” “I’m already getting a headache from this wig.”

The time with your friends went by swiftly, including Jeongin being a menace to Chan over his Dracula costume and you showing off your limited sword trick knowledge (until you almost knocked over a stack of Seungmin’s books)

Before you knew it, it was time to head back

Parting ways, you and your boyfriend returned to your place to undress and wind down for the night

Until Jeongin said something that caught your attention

“I forgot I had these in my pockets!”

You turned, jaw dropping to see him pulling an absurd amount of gold coins out of his shorts

“Jeongin! Were you planning to make it hail or something?”

The way his fox-like eyes squinted was enough of an answer, making you laugh in disbelief as you finished removing your socks

“Maybe I can still put them to good use?”

You knew this man was up to no good, but you still dared to look up again, raising a painted brow

“How so?”

Jeongin stepped closer to you, head cocked as he smirked while juggling the fake doubloon between his long fingers

“Show me more of your sword tricks?”

You gave your boyfriend an expression of feigned haughtiness, straightening up to cross your legs and lean back on your arms

“I don’t know if you could afford it. I’ve got a pretty high bounty.”

Jeongin was quick to dive in his pockets and pull out handfuls of the coins, a couple clattering onto your bedroom floor

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

©bangtanintotheroom, 2023. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[winter-dayz]

Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

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La Vie En Rose

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JA3nTBv by fresita_world A sorceress who dreams of breaking free from the curse, but is trying to lead everything while carrying a dangerous dragon pregnancy. An extensive and exhausting competition to choose a king. The sorceress knew the contestants were in danger. There was much work to be done. Would she manage to save each of the 16 participants? This story was written purely for entertainment and fun. It is based on a Venezuelan soap opera. The story was originally written in Spanish, translated into English, and modified with AI for better understanding. If you notice any errors, please feel free to let me know. Words: 803, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), Stray Kids (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), TWICE (Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Lee Minho | Lee Know, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung | Han, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Yang Jeongin | I.N, Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Beomgyu, Kang Taehyun, Huening Kai, Other K-pop Artist(s) Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Reader, Park Seonghwa/Reader, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ)/Reader, Kang Yeosang/Reader, Choi San (ATEEZ)/Reader, Song Mingi (ATEEZ)/Reader, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ)/Reader, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ)/Reader, ATEEZ Ensemble/Reader, Bang Chan (Stray Kids)/Reader, Lee Minho | Lee Know/Reader, Seo Changbin/Reader, Hwang Hyunjin/Reader, Han Jisung | Han/Reader, Lee Felix (Stray Kids)/Reader, Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids)/Reader, Yang Jeongin | I.N/Reader, Stray Kids Ensemble/Reader, ATEEZ Ensemble/Stray Kids Ensemble Additional Tags: Romance, Thriller, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Serial Killers, Priestesses, Spirits, Dragons, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Princes & Princesses, Fairies, Elves, Pirates, Hunters & Hunting, Sorcerers, Past Lives, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Death, Original Character Death(s), Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Murder Mystery, Magical Pregnancy, POV Alternating read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JA3nTBv

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part seven // serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader

WC: 13.6k

RATING: mature/explicit/mdni—contains: seungmin's worst memory. death & murder. domestic/child abuse. medical settings, medication usage, hallucinations, & shared delusions. more murder. fluff...& sex.

SYNOPSIS: Seungmin floats through life alone, haunted by his memories—keeping himself under control, and quieting his mind the only way he knows how…killing and watching the life leave his victims eyes. When you cross his path on a morning hunt, something new (something forgotten) starts to move inside of him, leading both of you on a path to confront the unspeakable past.

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𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟒𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗

The rain stopped sometime during the night, but it pelted against the roof and windows, and it kept him awake for hours. Usually, the steady sound lulls him to sleep, but last night was different—there was nothing relaxing about that downpour. He does remember waking after his first time dozing off, though, and it was eerily silent with the sound of the rain suddenly gone. But he knows he heard something...it, right outside his window, walking around on the wet, muddy ground.

The first thing he does in the morning is run to his window to open the curtains and let the sun in. The second thing he does is look at the ground in front of the bushes. Deer tracks, he thinks. He’s not good with the local fauna, but he knows they aren’t human footprints. Seungmin doesn't know what lives in those woods, and he doesn’t go in anymore to find out.

Seungmin-ah!

“I’m up, I’m coming!” He quickly rifles through his drawer and pulls out a change of clothes. “I’m coming!” Just as he starts toward the door, he turns and heads back to his bed to throw the covers back up, fluff up his pillow, and grab Daengmo.

“Come get some breakfast”

The door creaks as he pulls it halfway shut, and he bolts down the long hallway toward the kitchen, slipping a little in his socks. Seungmin stops abruptly when he hears the door to his left swing open, and his stomach drops.

“Slow down”

He doesn’t want to look up at him, but he has to, so he gets it over with quickly. “I’m sorry…a—“ he stops himself. Even after so much time has passed, calling him appa is still a reflex. He’s the only father Seungmin can remember. “I’m sorry.” But stepfather doesn’t like it coming from Seungmin’s mouth anymore.

“Breakfast isn’t going anywhere, and neither is your mother.” He passes by him, but not before ripping Daengmo from under his arm, “aren’t you too old for this yet?” Daengmo stares blankly at him, and he stares back with a grimace. Seungmin heart starts to race just as the dog is dropped at his feet. “Should have left this stupid thing out there instead.”

Because he would have never found his way home.

“There you are, my sleepy puppy”

“The rain kept me up, umma”

She sets a bowl of seaweed soup in front of Seungmin, and then another bowl full of rice. “I scrambled some eggs, too, if you’re hungry enough.” Her hand runs down the side of his head to try and flatten out his bed hair.

“Yes, please,” he smiles at her when she returns with a plate.

“And some of the strawberries we picked up yesterday.”

“Did you already eat?”

“I did. As soon as you’re ready, we’ll go replant some more flowers.”

*

The greenhouse is hot and humid, but he likes it. He loves the warm months when the plants and flowers come to life, and he loves fall, when the chrysanthemums bloom, and the asters and the marigolds hang on a little longer. It’s always bright and pretty in here, at least until winter creeps in and scares almost everything away.

“Come here, love…hold this for me”

Seungmin drops to his knees and holds the big mound of dirt in his hands. “What are these?”

“Japanese iris”

“And those?”

“Camellia”

A crash from outside grabs his attention, and he almost drops his iris bud before the pot is ready.

“Hey puppy, look at me…don’t worry about him”

“I’m not”

She looks at him, a smile on her face, but eyes full of worry. Seungmin worries all the time, and she knows that. He worries more than any nine year old ever should, and all she wishes for is a chance to take him somewhere far away and never look back. No more worry, and no more fear. “It’s just us, okay? Me and you.”

“Yeah, just us”

The rain starts again, first a slow drop here and there, and gradually, it turns into a downpour. Again, he hears a crash, and even over the deafening sound of rain, he hears his stepfather screaming at nothing in his shed.

“The rain will ruin his day, but not ours”

“Are we planting more of those?” He points to the bright purple flowers in the corner.

“Do you like those? They’re my favorite.”

“They smell nice”

“They do, but they don’t like this weather. Heliotrope needs lots of sun and a little less rain.”

Seungmin pouts.

“That doesn’t mean we won’t try”

The ultrasound room is freezing, and the blanket they put over you is pulled all the way up to your chin. It’s not helping, though. Seungmin slides his jacket off and sets it on top, and his warmth still trapped inside finally helps you stop shivering.

“What’s taking them so long?” He grumbles.

You shrug—this is only your second time in a Korean hospital, but you’re kind of used to waiting when you go to an emergency room, or a doctor’s appointment. The two of you decided to drive back home the next morning instead of revisiting the hospital in Daegu, mostly because Seungmin was eager to get you back to the bed you’ve gotten used to, and back to where he could access the contents of his bank account. Uljin can wait another week or two, he said. Time to resettle and clean up any messes left behind. And you know he also wanted to find a doctor close to home as soon as possible.

“It hasn’t been that long, it’s okay”

“Long enough. And it’s too cold in here. Maybe we can look for another doctor.”

“Let’s at least meet her first. It seems nice here."

*

The apartment looked fine, but it was easy to tell things were moved around. Everything was just slightly off.

“I can’t believe the missing piece of rug wasn’t suspicious.” You look hard at the spot where the kill from that night bled out. There’s no reason to think this was cut because of anything more than a bad spill.

“Yeah, and the spot where the girl fell.” Seungmin stands there and looks at the bare floor. “I’m really glad you didn’t pull that knife out.”

“I used to watch a lot of crime dramas. I still do, just Korean ones."

“That’s how you knew how to stab?”

“I also watched a lot of Dateline”

He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“True crime”

“Oh, that’s me…true crime. Well, that’s us now.”

“Us? That’s romantic.

*

There’s a soft knock on the door, and an older woman, the ultrasound tech, walks in and greets both of you.

“Mother speaks only English? I can speak English.”

“Thank you.” You slide Seungmin’s jacket off and hand it back to him.

“It should be warmer soon, we turned the heat up”

You’re nervous, but you know that Seungmin is even more nervous. From the corner of your eye, you see him hugging his jacket tight as the woman guides your legs up and open, carefully drapes another blankets across your knees, and adjusts the machine on your right.

“I thought you got the little wand on your stomach,” he says, and his eyes move back and forth between you and your wide open legs.

The woman answers first. “Not this one. This gives us a better look, because it’s still early.”

“Oh”. Seungmin watches her every move as she preps, but eventually finds your hands and squeezes it. “Are you warmer?”

You nod, but now all of your attention is on her and the wand in her hand. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Are you ready? Take a nice deep breath, and relax."

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗

More rain, Seungmin thinks as he pushes himself deeper under his blanket. The slow pings start against his window, and he watches as it beats against the glass, harder and harder. The rain never bothered him much before, and it’s not really the rain that’s making sleep so difficult. The problem is what seems to be right outside of his window when the rain comes. Seungmin can’t see it, he doesn’t think…he feels it. Sometimes he thinks he sees the outline of something moving just beyond the bushes, and sometimes he thinks he sees the reflection of glowing eyes.

If he mentioned it to umma, and he might, she would probably tell him it’s just a deer. She would say pull the curtains closed, puppy…if it eases your mind. And that’s just what he does. After a few seconds of working up the courage, he jumps from under his cover and runs to the window, pulls the curtains closed, and then runs and jumps back into his warm bed.

“Better,” he whispers to himself, and just as he closes his eyes, the shatter of glass sends him back up. He sits and stares at his door and waits for another sound.

“You don’t listen!”

Stepfather is screaming, and that’s nothing new. The soft voice of his mother trickles in as she tells him to please keep his voice down, please don’t wake Seungmin.

“He doesn’t listen, either. He can hear this, too. I thought I got rid of these!”

Got rid of what? Seungmin thinks.

“He picked them out at the bookstore yesterday. He’s doing so well…he’s so smart.”

“Is he? I don’t see it.”

“He’s a good boy”

“Give them to me, all of them. And whatever else you spent my money on.”

Seungmin feels tears welling in his eyes, and he tries with everything he has to hold them back. He tries with everything he has to stay put and not run out there and stop him.

“We only bought groceries, and the books…nothing else”

“Don’t lie to me”

He hears a slap, and his mother makes another quiet sound…and his tears start to fall. “Umma, we’ll leave soon…you and me.”

It’s not as bad as you anticipated, but you still grip the hand he gave you. A few seconds of nothing, and then something appears on the screen. You don’t know what you’re looking at, though, because ultrasound images always confused you. It’s nothing but static, and a big black blob that you at least know is where something is supposed to be.

“Can you see?” She asks, and looks at you, and then she looks at Seungmin. “There…on the bottom left. I would say seven weeks, almost eight.” She moves the wand again, and you squeeze his hand a little harder. “Oh…just a moment. I’m sorry, dear.”

“What is it?” Seungmin moves closer, pushes his glasses up, and squints. He doesn’t know what he’s looking at, either.

The woman pushes a button on the machine, and you hear the strange, whooshing sound come through. You know what it is, just not from personal experience—a wild heartbeat. And the sound of an actual heart beating makes everything feel very real, very quickly.

She smiles at you with a little hesitancy, and then points at a new spot on the right side of the screen. “Number two is right here. And the first one is…here.”

“Two?"

“Dul?”

“Yes,” she nods, “ye…dul. You have twins, illanseong ssangdung-i.”

“Identical?” Seungmin stares, and he starts to crush your fingers until you shake him loose. “Sorry.”

“How do you know they’re identical? Are you sure there are two?”

“I’m sure, I have seen many many twins on here. We can check again at your next visit, and also let you know sex…if you want to know, in another four or five weeks.”

*

After hearing the second round of unexpected news, you get into bed and sleep for hours. It's the first time in a while you can remember having a completely dreamless sleep, but it doesn't seem the time for that. Right now, your head should be too full to stop.

The sun is mostly set when you finally make yourself get up, and the smell of food coming from the kitchen pulls you back out.

“Are you making dinner?”

“Hi, yes…did you sleep well?”

“I did. It smells so good in here.”

He lights up and grabs three bowls from the cupboard, “does it, really? I haven’t tried making kimchi jjigae in a very long time.” Seungmin fills two bowls with stew, and the third he piles high with rice. “I hope it tastes okay.”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟗-𝟑𝟎𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗

The familiar smell of his favorite stew wafts into his bedroom, and he’s on his way down the hall before his mother even calls for him.

“Come here, give me a hug,” she holds her arms open, and Seungmin hugs her tight around the waist. “You’re getting so tall, you’re not gonna be a little puppy much longer.”

“I can be a tall one,” he looks up and sees the bruise he left on her cheek.

“You’re right, you can…go sit, I’ll bring us both a bowl.”

“Where is he?”

It’s as if Seungmin summons him with his words. A moment later, he’s coming in through the side door, pulling off his wet raincoat, and getting out of his shoes. The worst sound in the world for Seungmin is hearing his stepfather return home. But tonight he doesn’t say a word. He walks through the kitchen and looks around blankly, makes himself a bowl of dinner, and disappears into another room. It’s not unusual for him.

“Good,” she sits down next to him, “just the two of us.”

The rain finally lets up tonight, and he can fall asleep easily—no sounds outside, no footsteps or strange feelings. Silence. And Seungmin sleeps perfectly until he opens his eyes to the clock by his bed…12:10 am. He stares at it until it turns to 12:11, and then 12:12. There are footsteps outside. Loud, muddy, and heavy. But not in front of his window—these are somewhere in the distance, maybe on the far side of the house. At 12:15, he finds enough courage to get up and peek through the slit in his curtain, but all he can see from here is darkness and the reflection of his pale face; the tops of pine trees against a blue-black sky, finally clear. He thinks he sees a shadow run by in the distance, but it’s just his imagination starting to run. It’s in my head, umma said it’s in my head…there’s nothing in the woods.

“Umma?”

He thinks he hears her calling him, but as soon as it’s quiet again, he’s convinced that was also in his mind. Still, he heads for the door and pulls it open just a crack to listen. Nobody is ever up this late except for him when he can’t sleep. A mumble, barely, reaching him through the thick, humid air.

“…you made me do this…”

Seungmin recognizes that voice, even from this far away.

“…I’ll have to do it again…that brat”

It’s impossible to get back into bed now. He needs to know what’s going on. The first thing he does after tiptoeing down the hallway is open their bedroom door, but it’s too dark to see anything. A few more steps in, and he can now tell that the bed is empty, the blankets are a mess.

“Umma…where are you?”

Seungmin heads toward the kitchen and looks around, knocks on the bathroom door. He reaches for his coat…he can hear the rain starting again, and pulls on his boots. The few lights on outside help his eyes just enough, and he catches movement in the shed a few yards away. Why is he in the shed so late at night? Umma wouldn’t be out here with him, Seungmin knows that…where are you? he thinks. He thinks it so loudly, and is body trembles with his unknown fear. Why aren’t you in bed? Why are you outside so late in the rain?

The muddy grass gives way to his boots, and he sinks in as he tries to walk...he slips, and a few times, stops to gather himself before moving again. The ground is more solid as he approaches the shed, and he can tell now that the one light shining out is the oil lamp that lives on the windowsill. It’s so bright coming out through the cracks, and the view looking in is clear. Seungmin’s eye finds the perfect spot to peer in and see what his stepfather is doing…

“Are you in here?” He whispers, unsure, but his voice shakes.

His stepfather looks back, and Seungmin freezes, but his breath comes out shallow and ragged and loud. “Out of bed? Of course you are.” The door swings open, and the hand that grabs his shirt collar is wet with mud, and something else.

“Umma!”

Seungmin is thrown hard against the wall, face first, and hits the floor with so much force, he feels a tooth chip. He sees blood on him, and he tastes what pours from his nose and lip, but he doesn’t care.

“Seungmin…run away from him”

He crawls to her, and stepfathers presence looms just like the creature in the woods, ready to snatch him back at any moment.

“We have to go,” Seungmin whispers and touches her hair, “please we have to go.”

“I love you so much, Seungmin…you have to run, you have to get away from him”

“I can’t leave you here”

“Please run…my sweet boy…”

“Umma I can’t leave you here”

“He’ll kill you, too.”

“We have to go”

“Please remember how much I love you.”

Everything goes black and quiet, and the last thing he sees is her pleading eyes.

But then, the sound of dirt. A shovel, hacking and digging. Seungmin squeezes his fingers just to see if he can, and he fills his fist with dirt and rock. The back of his head throbs, and the warm, itchy sting of blood in his hair and on his neck reminds him of where he is. A gasp for air, a cough, and he almost chokes on it as he turns to his side. Everything is a blur, but he blinks it away and finds something to focus on—a bright blue bucket, and next to it is a small plank of wood, maybe the thing that knocked him out.

The irritated grumbles of his stepfather mix with the shk shk of the shovel as he digs. How could he possibly turn and look at what’s happening behind him? Seungmin can figure out whats going on, and why he’s digging a hole. He can’t come face to face with it. He looks around again, and his eyes land on the assorted tools that have ended up in here over the years: pruners, old rusty garden shears his mother tried to throw out, rolls of chicken wire and razor wire, bags of grass seed and weed killer—things he and umma have no use for in the greenhouse. The hand tiller, though, that he recognizes, and he remembers holding this very tool in his hands several times before.

Sharp and straight on one end, three pointed claws on the other—it’s as long as his arm and it’s not very heavy, but…it’s heavy enough. As quietly and slowly as possible, he crawls the six or seven feet to where it hangs on a protruding nail, and as he wraps his fingers around the wooden handle, he peeks over his shoulder. His stepfathers back is to him, thankfully, hunched over and pushing dirt with his shovel, so Seungmin grips it and rolls himself to face him. Now, if he can stand without falling—without passing out…

You smile and wait for him to open his eyes again. He has his hands clasped tight in front of him, as if he’s praying. Maybe he is praying. A smile grows as he sits there silently, and he laughs at himself when his eyes pop open.

“I’m sorry, should I have joined in?”

“Oh, I was just…talking to myself for a moment. Sending something out.”

“Were you praying?”

“Sort of…no, not exactly”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain”

“This was the last thing she made for me, the last meal we had together.“

The stew looks very different when you look at it now. Seungmin looks different, because the wave of memories washing over him paralyze him for a moment. “Is this her recipe?”

“Yes. I have a few of her recipe cards in the drawer, but I can never make anything quite right.”

“Well, it’s very good, even if it’s not perfect. What was her name?”

“Soo-ji. Suji…or Susie. Her English name was Susie.”

“English name? Oh right, she lived in the states. Did she choose that? Do you have an English name?”

“Yes, she chose Susie. I have one, but I’ve never used it. I’ve never had to.”

“What is it?”

He smiles and drops his gaze to his food. “Sky. I’m not sure why I chose that, but…Sky.”

“I do”

Seungmin looks at you again, eyes wide, “yeah?” And his eyes grow even more as he waits. “Do I look like a sky?”

“You look like a sky. And everything in it.”

“Everything?”

“The sun, and the moon…the clouds, all the stars”

“Are you trying to make me blush?”

“The butterflies…the bees”

He cups his cheeks in his hands and laughs.

“Can’t grow the flowers without you”

A hitch in his breath makes your heart thump, and his hands cover the rest of his face. You can’t tell if it was another laugh, or something else.

“Seungmin?” He doesn’t answer, but you hear a sniffle, and you stand and move to his side of the table. “Hey…what��s the matter?” You’re more confident in your actions now, so grabbing his shoulders and pulling him against you happens without a second thought. “Did I say something?”

“No, sorry…I don’t know what happened”

“Was that too much? I’m too much sometimes.”

“No, please don’t think that”

He squeezes and pushes his face into you, and you feel his tears coming through the fabric of your shirt. Something triggered them, but he’s also long overdue for a lot of good cries. You don’t mind getting some out of him.

“Umma always told me that when we worked together in the greenhouse…I can’t grow the flowers without you, puppy.”

“She was right. My moonflowers seem pretty happy in the window. And...Puppy?”

Seungmin pulls away and sniffs, but he doesn’t look at you yet. He looks at the hanging basket in the kitchen window. It’s still small, but it grew even while it was left here on its own. “She loved giving me nicknames, but I was always puppy."

“Look at me,” you pinch his chin and guide his eyes up to yours. “Yeah, I saw that photo of you when you were seven, I think. You looked like a puppy then, and you still do.”

“What photo?”

“From the boxes in your closet. I found them when I was packing our stuff. I saw some baby photos.”

“Babies…” he whispers to himself. You spoke about it on the way home, and a little before you fell asleep, mostly his concern about you now carrying two instead of one. “What exactly makes them identical?”

The tech didn’t go into detail, and you can’t meet your doctor until Monday, so Seungmin has been left hanging on the finer points of the pregnancy so far.

“Identical twins are one fertilized egg, split in two. Always the same sex, or usually. They share one placenta…that’s why they weren’t separated in there, that's how she knew.”

“So two boys…or two girls. Our fertilized egg split in half? Like yin and yang…sort of. Yin is the moon, and Yang is the sun. Still opposite, not identical, I guess.”

“Like us. You’re the sun…just like what your flowers need, and you seem to have made me the moon.”

“Yeah..." He looks at your flowers again. "Tokki.”

“Sky”

His legs hold him up, and despite his throbbing, blood soaked head, he moves slowly toward the lamp light, the whole in the ground, and the hunched over shape of his stepfather. This is his only chance, and if he misses, or doesn’t do it well enough, that’s it…but it doesn’t matter. Seungmin doesn’t care if he dies, because she’s gone, and there’s nothing left for him. He’d be better off in the ground.

The hesitation as he grips the handle evaporates when he raises the tiller high above his head. One chance. He puts everything he has, every bit of anger and sadness and despair behind the single blow that finds the nape of his stepfathers neck. The sharp straight edge is even sharper than Seungmin thought, and it sinks in deep. The spatter of blood gets everywhere—in his eyes, his mouth, and he somehow yanks it right back out. Some supernatural strength moves through him, because he has to do this. Another swing, this time to his chest as he turns and falls to the ground.

“Y-you…” he sputters and coughs more blood. “…you ba…bast…”

Seungmin wonders if it's the shock, or if he cut something in his neck that finally shut him up. He can’t seem to get his words out. “Bastard?”

The tiller goes up, and then down one more time. And he doesn’t say another word. The shed is silent now, except for the rain, and the drip drip coming through the cracks in the roof. It takes everything he has in him to shift his eyes to the right—to the half filled hole right next to him, and when he finally does, the emptiness that washes over him brings him to his knees. What could possibly describe this? He doesn’t know. Seungmin doesn’t know the words, not in Korean or English. He can’t even cry. What he can do is gently step into the shallow grave and place his hands on her again, and he’s relieved to feel her warmth still, and the softness of her pale skin and hair.

“Umma, can you still hear me?” Seungmin knows she can’t. His mother is gone, and her last words come right back to him. “He’s gone now…he’s gone. He won’t hurt us anymore.”

And she can’t be here, in this shed, in this disgusting hole he made for her. He won’t let her rest here forever—not for another minute. Fortunately he didn’t get far covering her. Seungmin pushes the dirt away as best as he can, but he doesn’t know if he’s strong enough for this. He wraps his arms around her shoulders and hugs her against his chest, pulls again, and rests her limp body against the side as he climbs back out.

Carefully, very carefully, he holds her around the waist, rests her back against him, and lifts until all but her legs are up and out of her would-be grave. No shoes on her feet, and wearing nothing but her nightgown…his stepfather dragged her outside straight from the bed they shared and did this. What filled him with so much rage tonight? Seungmin wonders if it was something he did. But he doesn’t stop to wonder long. The empty grave can only be good for one thing now, so Seungmin pushes, and pushes, and it takes so much more strength than it did to lift her out. One more push, and he falls with a thud, and the tiller goes in with him.

He dug this shallow hole, so he can put it to use.

Now he finally stops to catch his breath, but the humid air is hard to suck into his lungs. He slows down, breaths through his nose, holds it in…lets it go the way his mother taught him when he started to feel overwhelmed and anxious. It doesn’t calm a single nerve in his body tonight, but he at least feels the oxygen move through his blood and into his muscles, and more importantly, into his brain. He finishes this first; shoves the dirt on him, and it feels like hours later when he’s satisfied with the job he’s done. It's not the best, but it's far more than he deserves.

“Now what, umma? I don’t know what to do.”

✦　 ˚ 　 ˖ ✶ ˚　　　✦　　　.　

The greenhouse? he thinks to himself. Did he think it, or did he hear it?

“I can take you to the greenhouse. Would that be alright?”

Yes. Where else but the greenhouse, with the flowers the two of them spent all spring and summer planting and watering and growing? Seungmin reaches for her, and he watches as his hand starts to tremble. It moves up his arm and his shoulders; his chest tightens, and his whole body shivers; his stomach spins, and he turns and crawls away to vomit, but nothing comes out. He dry heaves until his stomach finally settles, but now his head feels like it might explode.

Her nightgown is already covered in dirt, but he refuses to drag her through the mud, so he grabs a blanket from the house to help his trip down the yard. The view almost makes him sick again—the gentle sway of her feet as he pulls. But the wet ground makes it easier, and faster than he expected.

Everything he needs to dig a grave is right here. There’s a plot of loosened dirt right by the heliotrope, because that was tomorrow’s job, and Seungmin looks at it and wonders again…wonders if this is where umma is supposed to rest right now. He starts the long process of shoveling away at the dirt, and he has a feeling this will take him the rest of the night.

“What are you thinking about, Min?”

He jumps when he hears his name, and looks around like he’s forgotten where he is. “Thinking about? Oh, nothing…I just had to shut off for a second.”

“I know something is going on in there. You don’t have to, but you can tell me.”

Seungmin’s face speaks louder than he ever can. He’s still no good at hiding it.

“Just remembering things. I wish my head would listen to me when I ask it to forget.”

“That would be nice, yeah. Maybe I can help take your mind off of it.”

A month flew by while you adjusted, both of you, to the news that two babies, not one, will be brought into this strange home. You spent a great deal of it in bed—tired, nauseated, and a mood that didn’t know whether to go up or down. Usually up and down multiple times in one day, which Seungmin had a difficult time with. He was used to the balance you brought him, and now it’s been taken away by this pregnancy.

But still, he handled it well by the end of the first week or so, and he eventually turned into what you were for him. He cooked, or he ordered the closest he could find to homemade Korean food. Seungmin made sure you took all of your vitamins, and he let you see him take his medication every day again. The four weeks on his haldol is the longest he’s managed to keep up with it, and he thinks he’s finally gotten used to it. Whether or not it’s helping is still up in the air.

“Take my mind off of it? You must be feeling better.”

“I am…but you’re not getting that. My appointments tomorrow, remember?”

“Right. We get to see them again.”

“We get to see if there are actually two in there”

“And if they’re boys or girls”

“Do you wanna know already, if they can tell?”

Seungmin assumed you wanted to know as much as he did, and as soon as possible, “you don’t?” But maybe not. “I guess I do, yeah.”

“It feels so early. So much can still go wrong.”

His eyes drop to your stomach, and he resists the urge to reach out and set his hand there. “Nothing will go wrong, everything will be okay. The first twelve weeks are the hardest, right?”

“You’ve been doing your research”

“There’s a bookstore right by the market I went to this morning. I bought one,” he grabs one of the bags from the counter and digs around inside. “I bought a couple, actually.” He hands you the first one…

“Taegyo.” You flip through it, but it’s small, and in Korean.

“I’ll read that one to you—to the three of you.”

The next one looks like a regular book on pregnancy, the kind you’ve seen a million times before on bookstore and library shelves.

“I read some of that one already.” The last one he pulls out is the biggest.

“Baby names…”

“And their meanings. Am I getting ahead of myself? I am, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not. I know you’ve been holding it in, Minnie. You don’t have to keep hiding it.”

“Hiding what?”

“Your excitement. Your joy. If you’re tiptoeing around it because I told you I didn’t want to be pregnant before, I want you to stop.”

Seungmin takes the baby name book and holds it to his chest, and he seems a little lost for words. “Okay…”

“I kind of knew you wanted this from the moment you found out about the first test. And I’ve already read up a little on Taegyo, so don’t hold back…let them know, too.”

He nods, and a smile creeps across his face. The hesitation is still there as he reaches his hand out to you, but he does. Nothing is happening in there yet, but his smile grows even wider as his fingers spread out, and his palm slides up, and then back down across your belly button.

“We’ll find out tomorrow, if they can see on the ultrasound”

“I should start cleaning out the spare bedroom”

“We have a spare bedroom?”

*

Seungmin can’t hide his nerves this time. He paces back and forth in the tiny room, stopping every few laps to look at you and sigh. “Twenty minutes?”

“It’s barely been fifteen. Are you alright, did you get any sleep last night?”

He shakes his head and sits, finally. “Not much. My dreams always feel real, but last night was…scary. I couldn’t get out. I think I had, uhm, I couldn’t move...”

“Sleep paralysis?”

“Yeah, I haven’t had that in a while…at least not that bad. I was stuck, but I could open my eyes, so I saw you sleeping next to me. That helped.”

“You’ve had a lot on your mind. Maybe you should take something tonight.”

A knock on the door interrupts, and it’s the same woman from your first ultrasound. “Good morning,” she smiles sweetly at you, and then to Seungmin, who has kept up the husband act since Daegu.

He took the little silver ring from his music box, the one you can only assume belonged to his mother, and tried it out on you while you were still half asleep. It fit nicely, and even though you told him it seemed too special for you to wear, he said it was just for today, for fun—just to play the part.

So now you spin it absently as you watch her set up her equipment. And Seungmin is nervous again as your shirt is lifted, and the blanket covering your hips is pulled down.

“Are you ready to see your twins?”

The image appears quickly, but takes a moment to look like anything recognizable to either of you. But then it starts making sense…

“There they are, very cozy together”

“Oh, I can see them, they look like…like babies.” Seungmin leans closer and squints, because he forgot his glasses this morning.

“They are giving us a good view,” you say, “it’s doesn’t look creepy like ultrasounds usually do.”

“And I can take a good guess at sex if you’re ready for that”

“Uh, yes but…” Seungmin looks at you, and you shake your head. “Just me. Can you tell just me?”

“Mom isn’t ready? No problem, I’ll write it down for you, and we’ll keep it between us for now.”

She pulls a notepad out and scribbles onto it, rips it out, folds it, and hands it to him. You wait to see if he’ll look now, or later, but he truly can’t wait. He unfolds it, still careful not to let you see her messy hangul, and his face lights up as he stares at it. Seungmin hasn’t mentioned preferring a son or a daughter—sons or daughters—but you imagine his face looking the same regardless of what’s written on that paper. This is something he needed for it to feel real.

The sun hasn’t started rising yet, but somehow, he did what he needed to do. He finished.

The ground here is soft, and it’s fertile—this dirt has overheard some of the most important talks he had with umma, and it’s heard them both sing. This greenhouse, and the flowers inside have known only love and warmth and happiness.

Seungmin stares into her grave, and then to her.

The second blanket he brought with him is set neatly inside, and with what little strength remains in him, he moves her closer. Gently...a little clumsily, he lays her on top of it.

“Sorry umma, I’m so tired,” he sighs, and feels tears running down his dirt covered cheeks.

Now Seungmin takes his time picking a little bit of everything in bloom. An iris that finally opened. Japanese Kerria, goldenbell, mugunghwa, zinnia. The last flower he places with her is two loose bundles of heliotrope. The blanket corners are pulled across her, tucking the flowers in and keeping them safe as he kneels at the edge and thinks.

“The sun will start rising soon, and I don’t know what I’ll do,” he says to her. “What can I do?”

Seungmin waits for an answer, but nothing comes.

“I think I made things worse. Did I?”

no

“huh...is that you?”

you had to save yourself

“I should have been able to save you”

you couldn’t…you weren’t supposed to…but you’re alive so I am too

“I can’t finish”

this will be the hardest thing you have to do, I promise…just one step at a time

Seungmin stands on shaky legs and grabs the shovel again. One step at a time, he thinks. “Hana…” he starts, and grabs a pile of soft dirt and drops it carefully. “Dul…set…”

aheunnes…aheundaseos

He drops to his knees and pushes the rest with his hands, pats it down, smoothes it out. But he leaves a few spots loose, and the freshly potted heliotrope is pulled out and placed there.

“Please don’t leave me”

I won’t puppy…I’ll always be next to you

The quarter moon still shines on him over the treetops as he makes his way further down the yard. He keeps going—beyond the makeshift trail and into the pine trees, and he walks until his legs can’t carry him any longer. The clearing he comes to looks familiar, but it’s not the same one he was left in—that would take him until sunrise to reach. This one should be fine, though. He finds a spot in the center and sits, and he waits.

“I’ve lived here for almost four months…why didn’t I know you had a second bedroom?”

“I guess you weren’t looking for it.” Seungmin grabs either side of the emptied bookshelf and lifts. “And I closed it up after I moved in to keep myself out.”

“You banned yourself from your spare bedroom?”

He’s quiet as he turns and sets it against the wall, and again, he pulls out a key. Seungmin has at least a dozen different keys for even more locks, but he doesn’t seem to have them organized or marked—he just knows what goes where. This one is the only skeleton key, though. He slides it in, and opens the door with some caution…and it’s not at all what you expect. The room is filled with light coming in through the sheer curtains, and it’s not a mess of unwanted things. It’s a neatly organized room of maybe unwanted things.

“Yes. More memories. Things I took from the old house and couldn’t get rid of. Things that were left to me, things that were already here when I moved in.”

“So you locked them away…”

“I finally have a reason to clean it out, I just don’t know how easy it’ll be”

Boxes and boxes lined up against one wall. A small bed, a desk with a few things scattered on top. There are more books in here, too, and records and cassettes and cds. You think back to the drive home when you opened the center console of the Supra, and it was lined end to end with cassettes. All of these must have belonged to his dad, too.

“Both of them are in here?”

“Mostly dad’s stuff…but yeah, they’re both in here”

“Maybe we can go through it, and you can decide what you want to hold onto. Unless you’d rather do it alone…”

“No, we can do it together”

The first box you go for, the very top one closest to the window, gives off a subtly sweet aroma when you lift the lid. This is very obviously more of his mother’s belongings, and even though he wants you to do this with him, it still feels like an intrusion. But Seungmin probably knows where everything is in here, and when you stop to look at him, he just smiles.

“I can smell it...there’s perfume in there, half of a bottle,” he says.

“It smells nice.” There’s also a wooden comb and a brush, a hand mirror, and a few silk-looking scarves. All very personal, and all create a very close connection to her…but none of it compares to her scent, and you don’t think that’s something he should part with. “You should keep this. The perfume, at least.”

“I should, but I don’t know where I would keep it”

“I can clean up the living room closet, there’s so much space in there. We can make a spot for what you decide to keep.”

“I’ll have to put the suitcases and the plastic somewhere…the other disposal stuff”

“Uhm, we seem to have a lot of things and not many places to put them even though the apartment is big…oh, you have empty apartments!” At least you think he does. He mentioned how many were occupied before, but not how many were actually in the building.

“I do. I have thirteen empty apartments.”

It’s now occurring to you how rarely you see the comings and goings of his tenants, but you don’t leave often, and since coming back home, you’ve gone out even less. You’ve been sleeping any chance you can get. “Any on this floor?”

“Yeah, we’re alone up here. And directly below us is vacant, too.”

You have more space than you could ever need. “That explains why you’re so loud sometimes.”

He gives you his usual nervous laugh and opens another box. Seungmin still gets shy, and you’re starting to think he’ll be that way forever, but he has opened up a little more for the twins. The Taegyo book he gave you came in handy for him, and he’s been doing his best to stay on track with his medication, and to keep his mind somewhere safe. Every night in bed, he lies awake with you and talks to them. He doesn’t say much, because you don’t think he knows what to say. But you don’t expect him to be perfect, and you don’t want him to be. You never had any intention of changing him, but if he does it on his own, you won’t stop him.

“Not lately,” he laughs again.

“It’s nice knowing we’re alone up here, though.” You walk over to the box he’s digging in, and this one is full of baseball cards, a glove, and a handful of ticket stubs.

“It is. Maybe I should lower the rent and fill those other apartments up. Dad probably never had vacancies.”

“Were you born here? I mean, did you live in this apartment when you were a baby?”

“Yeah, but we were on the third floor until her and I moved away with…him”

It seems like a complicated series of events, but you still don’t want to pry too much. You don’t want to ask why she remarried and moved away, and why they didn’t stay here. But Seungmin tells you anyway.

“She got the property, but he came along, and I assume he charmed and manipulated her, and they got married. She wanted to remarry, I know that much…I guess for my sake. It just happened to be to the worst person imaginable.”

“He moved you away?”

“Yeah, and hoarded all of the money she made from the building. When she died, it became mine, but I was too young. I got everything when I turned eighteen—the hoarded money, the property, and all of my dad’s things that got locked away in that third floor apartment.”

“And you’ve been here ever since”

Seungmin closes his eyes and nods, and when he opens them again, you can feel more trying to claw its way out; more secrets, more burdens, more things he hasn’t had a chance to say out loud. “Yeah, just going through the motions. Trying to get through the days and put them behind me.”

“I wonder where I’d be if I hadn’t run into you that morning”

“Somewhere safe and happy, I hope”

“Or if you hadn’t come back to find me, because I had no intention of testing you again even though I really wanted to see you.”

He searches your face as he moves closer to your spot on the floor. “Testing me?”

You’ve made yourself comfortable under the window, knees tucked up and arms pulled into your sweater. This room is much cooler, and the air is probably coming in right above you. “Trying to get you back…and being pushed away again."

“You scared me”

“Me? I scared you?”

“Yes. Everything about you…from the moment you looked up at me and said yes, thank you.”

“Why?”

He sits, rests his head on your shoulder and thinks for a moment. “I’m not sure. I knew I had a job to follow through with…” It’s been a while since either of you have reflected on your first meeting, and his intention to kill you. “And I kept thinking about that the whole time you let me keep you company.”

“When you left, I was a little upset because I thought you were gonna try something…but you were good. And then, naturally, I got nervous and ran from our date. Guess it’s a good thing nothing happened either time."

“I’m not sure I ever had any desire to kill you. I kept telling myself I did, but I didn’t do a single thing I typically would to get myself there.“ His hold on you tightens, and you start to feel warm again. “I pushed you away because I was afraid of feeling the way I do now.”

“Are you still afraid?”

“Sometimes. I don’t get to keep things I love for very long.”

“Okay…no foreshadowing, I promise. We’re not going anywhere. You’re going to have three people to love, and to love you back. And you’ll have enough for all of us.”

Seungmin waits, and waits. The moon starts to disappear from the cracks in the trees, and the little bit of light it seemed to scatter through the clouds disappears. It’s truly dark now, because there’s no sunrise coming for Seungmin yet. He hopes it never comes. If the sun stays asleep and the moon remains, he’ll never have to face a single day without her—he’ll never have the face the consequences of his actions. But he suspects he’s not that lucky, so he waits, and he lets out a long, monotone whistle.

A deep breath in, and another long whistle, and then he’s quiet again. A few moments pass, but eventually, he starts to hear the sound of footsteps crunching on the forest floor that managed to stay dry under the trees. Slow, heavy footsteps. Deep, shaking breaths. He can’t look, but he knows it’s there…Seungmin has felt it before, and he’s smelled it from his open bedroom window.

A snort makes him jump, and he mistakenly raises his head to look. All that’s visible is shadow, but it moves easily through trees.

“I’m here,” Seungmin says loudly, but his voice trembles. “You remember me.” A glimpse of eyes, just an amber colored streak moving and ducking behind a tree. “I’m ready to go…please.”

It answers with another snort, another crunch of slow footsteps, but it doesn’t show itself.

“Please!”

Something else is here—behind him, beside him. It’s steps lightly and quickly, and he sees it, a black cloud bouncing and moving like air. And then he sees another…a white whisp of a cloud, and this one is more visible as it darts past the trees. The white one gets closer as it circles him, and the black one follows far behind. He opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a whimper. His head swims, and his stomach turns, and before he hits the ground, Seungmin sees a set of blue eyes staring him down.

*

The bed shakes, and you’re out of your sleep immediately. The sour feeling in your stomach hits fast, but you hold it down when you see Seungmin’s face—his forehead drips with sweat, his jaw and fists are clenched tight enough to break.

“Minnie?” You touch his forehead, and he’s cold. “Minnie, can you hear me?”

He groans, his face relaxes, and he starts to cry.

“Seungmin, please…wake up”

Please take me…I’m alone…I’m all alone now

“You’re not alone”

I have nothing left here

“Minnie, I know you’ll hear me soon. You’ll hear me over whatever is going on in there.”

I’m too scared to do it myself

You don’t remember him ever speaking so clearly in his sleep before, and you don’t like what he seems to be saying. “Seungmin, wake up.”

Finally, he’s out of it, but now he looks like he’s heading straight into a panic attack. He bolts up and struggles to catch his breath, looks around frantically in the dark room. Before you say another word, you’re up and around the bed, clicking the light on, digging in his drawer for his bottle of Xanax.

“Minnie, hey it’s okay…take this.” You hand him his glass of water and hold the pill in front of him. “Look at me.”

He listens. You see his eyes move up and connect with yours, but he’s frozen and shivering as he parts his lips for you.

“Everything’s okay, you’re safe”

Seungmin is silent as he sips his water and slowly catches his breath, and he doesn’t move when you climb across him and crawl back under the covers. He pulls his sweat-damp shirt over his head and throws it to the floor. “Can I sleep over there?” He asks as he works his way over. “God, I sweat through everything.”

“Come here. You’re so cold, get back under the covers.”

“Those dogs”

“Dogs?”

“They weren’t there, in the woods. I’ve never seen them before.”

“In your dreams?”

Seungmin has had many dreams since you’ve been here next to him, and they’ve been bad. Most have been manageable, some have been terrifying, but none have made him wake up like this before. “It felt so real. I’m afraid I’ll go back if I fall asleep again.” He sits up and rubs his face. The medicine will relax him soon, and hopefully help him fall into a dreamless sleep for a few more hours.

“Does that usually happen?”

Everything about his dream, except for the very end, was a memory—the thing he’s afraid to tell you. Now doesn’t seem the time or the place, but as he lies here and thinks, he wonders if a time and a place for that story will ever exist. “No, but I don’t usually dream about that part…and it wasn’t off, like the dreams usually are. Everything seemed accurate, right down to the things we said to each other.”

“You and…your mom?”

“Yeah. And the dogs, I don’t know where they came from, or if they were helping or coming after me.”

“Was there a big white one?”

“A white one, and a black one. I’ve seen the black one before, just not in my dream.”

“Recently?”

“No, it was the day I found out about your negative test. It lead me to where the box was…ah, how did I forget about that?” He looks at you, expecting the same moment of clarity that he’s having, but you just stare back, a little lost. “I saw the black dog in the living room, and I followed it to the cabinet where the trash was.”

“You think your hallucination lead you to the test?”

“You don’t?”

“It’s possible, I guess. It’s not much weirder than us sharing dreams.”

“What are they, though?” He says it out loud, but he seems to be asking only himself. “Where did they come from?”

“Dreams can be so strange.” You can feel yourself dozing off, but you don’t want to sleep until he’s comfortable and his eyes are closed.

“Our dreams are very strange”

*

The body that was tucked up against you is gone. No more arms wrapped tight around your waist, no more warm breath against your chest. You woke up twice to Seungmin sleeping soundly with you, but now, the third time, he’s gone. He hasn’t returned to his side of the bed, and the curtain is still pulled halfway closed, just like it was last night. It’s quiet…no sounds of him in the shower, or in the kitchen, and there’s no smell of coffee brewing.

This isn’t a great way to wake up.

“Seungmin?” You call out as loudly as your morning voice will allow you, but your head pounds when you do, and the pain makes you nauseous. Still, you manage to get on two feet and head for the door. “Seungmin?”

The kitchen is empty, but the bathroom door is cracked. You decide to give it another minute before calling out for him again, because he’s in there. His keys are on the table, jacket is hanging by the door, and his two regular pairs of shoes are right next to yours.

You start making him coffee, but by the time it’s mostly finished brewing, you start to hate the quiet.

“Minnie, are you in there?” Your fingertips set against the door, but your push is hesitant. The strong herbal smell of his bath salts hit you from here. “I’m gonna come in.”

A soft okay reaches your ears as you push the door open, and you sigh when you see him there, submersed in the tub. The water is all the way up to his chin, and his eyes stay closed as you approach him.

“You’ve been in here for a while,” you kneel down and rest your arms on the bathtub. “You okay?”

“I think so”

You take his word for it, but his blank stare tells you he’s probably not completely okay. The nightmare might still be in his mind, or maybe the nightmare pushed even more to the surface—something his medication can’t keep down. “We’ll have some breakfast, and if you wanna talk about anything…” maybe it’s something else entirely.

“I’m not very hungry”

“Okay,” you start to reach out for him, but stop yourself. If he reaches back, the pain in your chest might let up…you don’t want to go back to his silence right now, but you might have to. You’ll wait for him to push through it. “Coffee? I’ll get you towel.”

“I was okay, I’m sorry”

“And you’ll be okay again, we just have to get through it”

“It stayed away for a while. We really kept our minds occupied…that was nice,” he forces a smile.

“But it can’t stay away forever.” Seungmin looks at you, almost questioningly, as you finally reach out and run a hand across his forehead. “And I want you to feel better. I’ll do anything I can to help.”

“Anything?”

“Anything”

*

Seungmin holds his pill in the palm of his hand and stares at it. He’s been so good—so consistent. Every single morning since finding out the twins were still there and still okay, he’s been even more adamant about doing what he can to be okay for them. Up until today, it’s worked. Last nights dream might be partially to blame, but he knows he’s overdue, and he feels like he’s doing something wrong.

He watches you head toward the bedroom, wrapped up and shivering in two towels. “Do you think I can be fixed?”

“Fixed?” You poke your head back out and study him. “Do you feel like you need fixed?”

“I’m not sure. But I wonder sometimes if they’re doomed to be like me, no matter what.”

The fear you had swirling inside of you before, the feeling that still comes back sometimes, seems to have crept into his thoughts. You were never afraid of having a child that ended up with an illness like him, though, that never once crossed your mind…but now that his need to kill has returned, he’s stuck in that part of his head. And though he hasn’t actually said anything about their sex, you're beginning to have a feeling in your gut.

“Seungmin, are we…?” You start, but you still don't think you want to know for sure.

“What?” His eyes soften as he searches yours.

“Nothing, never mind.” It’s been two weeks since that doctor’s visit, and he hasn’t said a word about it. He hasn’t dropped any sort of hint, or let anything slip. During a few talkative nights, you wondered if he would mumble something in his sleep. But he hasn’t yet. “They’re gonna be as sweet, and as caring, and as thoughtful as you are to me.”

Seungmin slowly shakes his head. “I hope so. Right now, I really…really need to—” his eyes drop to your stomach, “I need to clear my head again.”

“Should I leave?”

“No, I want you to stay. If you want.”

“Are you coming back with them, if you find someone?” You think about how messy it was the first time you were here, and how out of control everything was. But you do want to stay, because your mind is also on the last time…his knife in your hand, the way he looked at you and touched you after the girl hit the floor. “I’d rather stay, but I can’t listen—“

Seungmin takes your face in his hands, and his smile is uncertain. “No, I don’t want you to hear that. I want you to help me, if you want…uhm…”

“Help?”

“But I understand if you don’t want to”

Your heart pounds. The look he’s giving you is a strange mix of shy, and a little bit of that Seungmin who made you a drink and carried you into his bedroom. “Help you kill?”

“Or just watch. I don't need the sex.”

“Minnie”

“It’s too much, I know…I don’t know why I’m asking. You shouldn’t be seeing that…after what I just…after just telling you I’m worried about how they’ll end up. Fuck, no…I’ll go.”

“Minnie, wait”

“You can stay if you’re comfortable. Maybe in the bathroom, or the nursery.” The nursery that’s still just a gutted room with a twin bed. Going through things and cleaning took much longer than anticipated. “Taegyo seems a little pointless now, doesn’t it?”

“It’s not, they still need to hear you talk to them every night. They need you to feel better.”

There’s still a look of reluctance and confusion on him, and instead of heading for the door, he paces back and forth and thinks. But he stops suddenly and stares off toward the open door of the nursery.

“What’s wrong?”

He takes a few slow steps in the direction he’s looking, and then shuts his eyes tight. “It’s there…it came out of the room. The black one.” He starts walking toward whatever he’s seeing and ends up back in the bedroom, and you follow. “It went under the bed.”

You watch him drop to his knees and look, but if there’s something black under there, he won’t see much of it. Your curiosity gets the better of you, so you do the same on your side of the bed—drop to your hands and knees and look. “I don’t…”

“What?”

Something glimmers despite the lack of light…something silvery blue. You push yourself under and reach toward it, but it moves. “What the hell?” It disappears, and then reappears, and you hear it. That growl. The same deep growl from your nightmare. It lunges forward and all you see is a streak of white fur and teeth as you pull yourself back and crawl away. You hold back a cry, but as soon as Seungmin sees your face, he’s on his knees in front of you.

“What happened?” His voice shakes. “You saw it?”

“I dunno,” you pant and try not to catch sight of anymore shining eyes, so you look at him instead. “Seungmin, I think I’m seeing things.”

Seeing things, hearing them, feeling their strange presence.

Whatever was under there is gone when Seungmin shines a flashlight into the darkness. It’s empty. No lost clothes or forgotten boxes, nothing that could have picked up and reflected the little bit of light in the room.

“Are you gonna tell me what you saw under there.” Seungmin stands in front of two cups and watches the almond blossoms bloom in the hot water.

“It was a dog, a white one, and it growled and snapped at me”

“Have you seen it before?”

“Only in a dream, but in the dream I thought the dog was you…trying to kill me”

That dream, he thinks to himself—the one you couldn’t explain to him that morning, and it’s been forgotten ever since. “The white dog was me?” The white dog that tried to kill you, that stood over him in his dream last night. The one that tried to bite. But where did the black one disappear to?

“Yes, in the woods. And then in the shed, but I woke up in the middle of it attacking me. You woke me up.”

“It’s a big dog, right? Obviously we’re seeing the same one, and I saw them both together, but maybe it’s just one.”

“Big, but skinny and tall…like a greyhound, but not.” You get up and head back to the bedroom, and carefully walk by the bed, making sure to give the edge of it a wide berth. Nothing makes a sound or shows itself, and you return to him, phone in hand. “Long-haired greyhound? I dunno what I’m searching for, I’m sure Google can figure it out.” You scroll and click a few times, and then show him the image pulled up on your phone. “Is this your black dog?”

Seungmin’s eyes grow as he looks at it, “yes that’s exactly what he looks like…and they both look exactly the same.”

“They look so sweet in these photos, but my white one isn’t sweet at all.” My? The white one does seem to be yours, because you haven’t seen his black dog. At least not yet. “But dwelling on it isn’t gonna help.”

“No, and I’m sure I’ll see them again”

“We should get back to our earlier conversation”

He forgot about his request. Seungmin isn’t sure why he thinks you’d want to have anything to do with this, but you did intentionally put yourself front and center for his last kill. “Can we forget about it? I didn’t know I was gonna ask you that until it came out of my mouth.”

“No, we don’t have to forget. At least let me answer.”

He’s expecting an explanation for your no, because you’re good at putting your thoughts into words for him. At least he knows you’ll be gentle. Seungmin has found out, thanks to you, how terrible he is at accepting criticism and being told what he doesn’t want to hear. You’ve been honest with him when it was necessary, and it’s been difficult, but he’s getting better…he thinks.

“I would love to watch you”

*

Seungmin heads out, and you stay home. He said he would keep you updated on his timeline if he could, but you decide to just expect him at any moment. And the plan is pretty scarce, but probably enough for him, and this time you’ll just have to trust he’s truly back on his game.

“Phone…I won’t forget the phone this time. Or the cameras. I’ll text you when I’m turning them back on so you know I’m in the building.”

But you’re terrified. Your heart hasn’t stopped racing since he left. He could be an hour, or he could be five hours, so how do you wait and pass the time? How do you prep? You’ve been avoiding going into the bedroom while you’re alone here, but you have to at least go in there and clean up. The sheets are still a mess, and there’s a pile of dirty laundry in the corner. There’s a pile of clean laundry in another corner—neither of you ever let it get this messy, but you’ve been focused on making space for two babies, and now, standing here thinking of that…maybe it’s too soon. You’re fourteen weeks in. Almost four months. Okay, maybe it’s not too soon. You were expecting this to drag, but since finding out, time has passed by far more quickly than it ever has.

Okay…just fix the damn sheets, there’s nothing under there. You walk quietly and start to pull at the spots where it’s the messiest…listen carefully as you tuck, fluff the pillows, set Daengmo right on top. Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see a flash of white, but there’s nothing there when you scan the room.

Daengmo gives you a look, or he seems to, so you change your mind and take him back to the kitchen with you.

This place is too quiet without him, you think, but Seungmin himself is quiet. It isn’t just the sound…it feels quiet without him, because his presence alone can be overwhelming. He’s still so intense and serious sometimes, but he turns it off when he needs to—when he keeps you awake a little longer talking to you and the twins, or when he wakes you up with the sounds of his guitar. He finally sang for you a few mornings ago.

*

When you open your eyes to see him, he's turned away, and he avoids looking at you until he finishes his song.

“What song was that? Was it yours?

Seungmin spins in his chair and carefully returns the guitar to its stand. “Not mine, no. It’s called ‘through the night’.

“Through the night,” you say under your breath, making sure to remember the title. “Thank you.”

“For singing?”

“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that voice from me all this time”

He starts toward you and smiles, and you can still see some diffidence behind it as he slides back under the covers. “Sorry,” he gets close, and he closes his eyes as if he plans on going right back to bed. So you do, too.

*

Until this moment, you forgot about the name of the song. “Through the night,” you say out loud and head for your laptop. But he never said the original artist—it doesn’t matter, you’ll know it when you hear it. Before you get a chance to type it in the search bar, your phone buzzes. “Minnie…that was fast.” At first you assume it’s something else, not him, because it’s barely been two hours, but it is him…

in the elevator

Your heart jumps to your throat, and you wonder if you can really do this. The want is there, and the need, there’s no question about that. And this will be easier than last time, you think. Right? Just watching him.

“Just watching,” you reaffirm yourself and shut the laptop, hide anything that looks like someone else lives here, and shut yourself in the nursery. The door on this room is much older, and very lucky for you, there’s a keyhole to peek out of. You kneel down and focus right as the lock clicks, and in walks Seungmin. “Who did you find?” you whisper against the door as she finally walks in behind him. “Oh.”

He speaks, she speaks—your Korean comprehension is still bad, despite the classes, and despite Seungmin patiently helping every way he can. He only speaks directly to the twins in Korean, but he translates everything for you, so they always get both. Seungmin speaks again, and you can’t help but notice him looking around the room. If your presence makes him nervous, he could slip up somehow. But this was your idea, Minnie…you’ll be fine.

She touches him, and your stomach starts to turn sour. A hand runs up his side and pulls at his shirt, and that peak of his skin already has you seeing red, but you breathe deep and remember that you’re his other half in this. Seungmin belongs to you, and this is the last thing this girl will ever do.

But what happens next? He told you there would be no sex, but he still has to set things up the way he’s accustomed to, or at least close to it. How far will he have to go to get her where he wants her?

Her hand cups his dick, and her face falls. When she speaks again, you know what she says without understanding a word—not hard for me? No. No cock growing in his jeans for her. Seungmin is still soft, and he’ll probably stay that way. And he plays it off well, feigning shyness, smiling and hiding his face. It still makes you jealous, act or no act, because he's so good at this. She takes Seungmin by the hand and looks around, but she starts toward your door first, and you move your eye from the keyhole until you hear her being redirected. As soon as you look again, you catch his gaze lingering right where you are.

The bedroom door opens, and then shuts, but you hear the doorknob turn lightly and the latch click free. Now you can easily slide in without making a sound, lock the door, and watch.

The girl is too distracted by Seungmin's shirt being pulled over his head; slipping into the bedroom and carefully closing the door goes completely unheard, and the slide of the key does, too. Had she been facing you, things might be hectic right now, but you trusted him to keep her where you both needed her. The room is perfectly dark, lit up only by the string lights you put around the bookcase. It's just enough, and when your eyes start to adjust, you can see much more of him outlined by it, and you see his eyes move to you and smile sweetly. Somehow, she doesn't notice him looking at something other than her.

Her hands go for the button of his jeans, but he stops her. You can see the gears turning in his head as he wonders what his next move is going to be. She speaks, and you can see that he's annoyed.

"Turn around..." Seungmin grabs her wrists and holds them tight as she spins to face you.

"Huh...quit messing arou—"

The air catches in your throat when she sees you, but you do everything in your power to keep your composure. Looking nervous will do nothing to help him right now.

"What's going on, what is this? I didn't come here for a threesome."

"Shut up." Seungmin switches to English, and to your surprise, she does, too.

"Let go of me, I'm over this...get your hands off of me you psycho"

You assumed you'd be out of her view the entire time or at least most of it, but that's not the case. And then his hands start to loosen, she pulls away from him and heads for the door...now you wonder what exactly he has planned. Just as you open your mouth to get his attention, she pulls on the doorknob and screams...

"Open this fucking door!"

Seungmin walks toward her, and she runs to the far side of the room, away from him and away from you, and when she backs herself against the bookcase, everything starts moving in slow motion—her hands grope along the shelf for something...anything. The first thing she grabs is the glass vase of withered heliotrope, and she smashes it hard against the floor. The sound is unbelievably loud, but there's still a piece of glass large enough for her to use as a makeshift weapon.

"Let me out of this room," she holds it nervously, and her free hand goes back to the shelf. "Unlock the door."

Despite the drama, your mind goes back to you. Your night here with him, and how you ran to the door and fell to your knees in defeat, but you come back quickly when her hand finds the music box.

"Stop," Seungmin throws his hands up, "enough."

This is not going well, but he can still turn things around. Not soon enough, though. She drops the shard of glass, takes the music box in both hands, and uses all of her strength to smash it against the wet floor. You can't see anything from where you stand, but you hear it—the painful splinter of wood, and the sweet, lonely melody of it's insides filling the room.

Seungmin lunges for her so quickly and so quietly. He's terrifying. His hands close around her throat and drag her back toward the bed with little effort, and when he throws her on it, she stays there.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, please"

He straddles her hips, and she's frozen in terror as his hands close around her throat again, and then he looks at you. A few steps toward the bed bring a smile to his face, so you take a few more, and the desire to touch him makes your whole body tremble. The muscles of his back move as he breathes, and veins start to pop in his arms as his grip tightens. You hardly notice her, even as she gasps for air and scratches at his arms, because Seungmin is all you ever see.

"Are you okay?" He asks, and you can see sadness behind his smile. Maybe a lament for his music box.

"Only if you are." You walk behind him and give in to your urges. One hands runs across the small of his back and up his spine, and you hear him groan as he squeezes tighter.

"I am"

From here you have the perfect view of both of them, so you watch quietly and keep your hands off as he continues...as he squeezes, and you hear her last desperate gasps...as he finishes. There's no more movement from her, and you can see it in her eyes, just like the one you took the life from—emptiness. His hands loosen, fingers flex, and he straightens his back as he starts to rise. You're silent as he watches the body for a few more moments, and then he turns to you.

Seungmin is looking through you again, inside of you and outside of you; reading your mind, and looking for an answer to the same question he asked before.

“I’m good”

The state of the room—the broken glass, the splintered music box, the dead body—it’s all pushed away with his soft touch and the scent of his adrenaline filled sweat. His arms slide around your shoulders and pull you tight against his bare chest.

“I’m sorry, that was a mess”

“No,” you push back and look at him. “Some things didn’t go how we wanted them to," you look to the body, and then toward the mess on the floor, "but…no, baby.” Seungmin lets you pull him to the door, and he doesn’t say a word as you unlock it and put the dead girl out of sight.

“I was never this clumsy before, I really wasn’t. I fucked up sometimes, but this…”

The sun is just starting to set outside, and the light hits just right on the couch where you’re leading him. Even as you set him down and look at him, he looks up at you with so much defeat in his eyes. Seungmin is supposed to feel better after a kill, and maybe he will soon, but right now he’s nowhere near okay.

“This was also your first time with someone watching you. Please, be a little easier on yourself.”

He sighs and falls back against the couch. “No, I don’t—" he looks to his right and sees Daengmo slumped against the pillow, “I can’t.“

This might take him a little longer to get through. You kneel in front of him and place a kiss on his knee. “You’ll get there, but in the meantime, I’ll do it for you.”

Even as your hand moves up his thigh, Seungmin’s face remains the same, but he lets you touch him. He lets you unbutton and pull gently until you can see his bare thighs, and now when you look at him, a smile is trying its best to break through. It doesn’t quite make it, but as you climb up and straddle him, he doesn’t hesitate to lift your dress and pull your panties down and out of his way.

“You did so well”

He shakes his head as you take his slowly growing cock in your hand.

“Don’t shake your head. Look at me, right now.”

There’s a bit of surprise in his hm?, but still no smile. He does, however, look at you.

“It was fast, and clean…not a drop of blood”

“Just flowers, and glass, and—”

You shush and kiss him, and the soft stroke of your fingertips get him there quickly . “We’ll clean it, we’ll fix everything.”

Something relaxes in him. Seungmin’s head falls back, and the movement in his neck is hypnotizing. “How can we fix it?” His mouth falls open as you slide down and fill yourself with him, and his hands jump to your hips. A stuttery how gets caught in his chest, but you can’t tell what he’s feeling because he’s no longer looking at you. His face is hidden, and his breathing starts to become shallow.

“Minnie?” His shoulders tense up until you hold him tight against you, and your thighs shake as you lower yourself completely on his lap. “Look at me so I can tell you properly.”

It takes a few more seconds and a few more sniffles before he peeks up at you.

“What are these tears for? Just upset about how everything went, or is it the music box?”

“I can’t do anything right. And it’s a miracle I haven’t been caught yet.” Seungmin’s hands squeeze as if he’s trying to get you to move on him, but you’re still as you rub his shoulders.

“Well, I disagree. I was the one watching, and I hope this isn't the last time we do that.” Another squeeze of his fingers makes your thigh jump, but you don’t move. “You did a very good job.”

“I’ll be better for you”

“I love you just like this”

He shakes his head as you kiss him again, but stops when your hands move up. The look on his face changes—he relaxes again as you comb your fingers through his hair. “Okay…”

“Okay?”

The shake turns to a nod, and he squeezes again as you start to move slowly, up and down, and the sound of his moans match your pace.

[lespetitspoisons]

Jeongin essaye de ne pas se formaliser pour pouvoir terminer convenablement de manger et de continuer à boire son café, qui est toujours en train de lui geler le creux du bras et le torse mais même lui sait qu'il ne doit pas dire ça. Mais il penche quand même un peu sa tête de côté à défaut de pouvoir porter une main à son cœur en entendant le reste. "Awwwh, merci, vous êtes adorables. J'espère qu'il y aura assez de provisions dans le bunker." Jeongin fait remarquer d'un air un peu distrait avant de récupérer sa main quand Seungmin la lâche, se retenant de faire une moue quand il se rend compte que c'était à contre coeur, mais ça lui permet de manger, mais surtout de se tapoter le bout du nez avant quand Seungmin relève un point important. "C'est exactement ça t'as tout compris." Il note dans un coin de sourire avant de terminer le burger et secoue un peu sa tête en entendant le reste. "C'était quoi alors ? Avaleur de sabres ?" Jeongin glisse en se disant qu'il a clairement loupé sa vocation là. Mais il se retrouve à enfin retirer la boisson du creux de son bras et son torse en se disant qu'il aurait fini totalement engourdi, et s'étire un peu pour venir caler son autre main entre les manches de Seungmin. "Le 8 février, c'est pas tout de suite mais c'est la bonne période pour les gants..." Il note distraitement et se rapproche un peu de Seungmin pour ne pas avoir à trop tendre le bras et se faire mal, posant sa tête contre le dossier du canapé également, sentant la fatigue le rattraper après avoir mangé. "Mhh mais je préférerais une bouillotte." Il rajoute en fermant les yeux sans même s'en rendre compte, mais les rouvre en entendant la musique horriblement joué à la flûte par Hagrid. "Je joue de la flûte aussi." Il rajoute d'une voix plus basse. "Mais mieux."

Seungmin hausse un sourcil en voyant Jeongin aussi touché, mais rit à la mention de nourriture, voit que ses priorités sont dans l'ordre. "Il faudrait recruter Chan et Changbin ? Je suis sûr qu'ils se débrouilleraient pour vider un supermarché." il réfléchit, les voyant bien conduire un camion et vider des palettes. Et ils seraient sûrement plus capables qu'eux en général. Il devrait leur en parler la prochaine fois. Il tourne un peu la tête vers Jeongin, souriant en le voyant tapoter son nez comme ça, et finit par hausser des épaules, pas plus perturbé que ça. "Ah, je suppose qu'il y a pire comme fin, tant pis si je me fais avoir." Seungmin soupire, parce qu'il y a sûrement des serial killers beaucoup plus moches, alors il aura au moins gagné ça. Il se retrouve encore surpris des réponses de Jeongin, la bouche un peu ouverte en entendant 'avaleur de sabres', mais même lui ne peut pas se résoudre à parler de porn stars devant quelqu'un d'aussi innocent, alors il hoche de la tête, approuvant. "Exactement. Tu devrais rejoindre un cirque si tu en as marre des cadavres un jour." il lui conseille, avant de récupérer sa deuxième main et de la réchauffer du mieux qu'il peut, notant la date dans un coin de sa tête, au cas où le garçon est encore autour à ce moment là. "Uhm, mais tu en auras sûrement acheté avant.." il remarque avec un soupire, notant aussi le rapprochement avec un regard distrait vers lui, et rit quand il parle de bouillotte, enlevant une main pour ramener la couverture sur ses genoux et étendre ses jambes, la remettant un peu mieux sur Jeongin aussi. "Pourquoi pas les petites là, que tu peux craquer dans tes poches ?" il propose aussi, parce que ce serait sûrement pratique pour lui, et regarde distraitement le film, haussant un sourcil à l'intervention. "De la flûte ? Tu as appris enfant ?" il demande doucement, assez intéressé mais déjà à moitié endormi, réfléchissant plutôt à si ce serait abusé de s'allonger et d'abandonner complêtement ce cher Harry.

One can never have enough socks.

Seungmin est toujours un peu surpris de se retrouver là, mais il doit bien admettre que le canapé est confortable, et que la décision d'avoir pris deux hashbrowns était formidable, parce qu'il n'est qu'à la moitié du premier et il sait déjà qu'il n'y en aura pas assez. Il essaye de se concentrer sur le film d'ailleurs, en tailleur sur le canapé avec son chocolat chaud dans les mains, et étouffe un rire quand le professeur crie sur le troll dans le dongeon. "Une des filles a crié ça une fois quand Chan est entré dans le vestiaire, j'ai cru qu'il allait déprimer le mois entier." il se rappelle, surtout de le voir courir dans l'escalier pour redescendre, les mains serrées autour du chauffage portatif qu'il avait voulu leur amener. C'était une bonne soirée. Il se tourne un peu vers Jeongin ensuite, regardant ou il en est lui dans sa fatigue, espérant surtout qu'il ne se force pas pour lui. "Ca satisfait ton envie Mcdo au moins ?" Seungmin demande avec un sourire, montrant du menton sa commande. Ce serait dommage que ce soit pour rien.

[voiceracha]

VOICES | MASTERLIST

voices: a stray kids thriller au.

here you will find this work of crime and thriller fiction in its entirety along with the character lists, the official trailer, and extra chapters that will reveal some characters’ backstories.

content warning: violence, mature themes & language. read at your own risk.

OFFICIAL TRAILER

view each character here:

HWANG HYUNJIN

LEE FELIX

BANG CHAN

LEE MINHO

SEO CHANGBIN

HAN JISUNG

KIM SEUNGMIN

YANG JEONGIN

00 prologue

01 murder at miroh campus

02 heart turned cold

03 wake up, hyunjin

© voiceracha

[maatryoshkaa]

[CHARACTER SKETCH #10/10: YOUNG GOD]

WARNINGS: Contains violence, flashing effects, and mature themes.

[ STRAY KIDS KILLER! AU | SERIES ]

GENRE(S): thriller | angst | romance

©maatryoshkaa

┏        Rumour has it a killer stalks your town, Miroh Heights -- a cold, nameless hunter who strikes -- seemingly -- on a whim, leaving a sporadic trail of victims and baffled police in his wake.

       So when your best friend, Felix, sets you up on a blind date with adorable medical student Han Jisung, you don't know what to expect. You don't know that you've come face to face with the key to the case, and you don't know what Jisung hides behind his sweet, angelic smile. What you do know, however, is that you're falling for this strange, mysterious boy -- and you're falling fast.                                                                                     

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FIRST CHAPTER OUT NOW

01 | blind date

Character Sketches: 

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[stay-midnight]

| Masterlist

Things to note:

Works are Male Reader, unless stated otherwise.

Works contains bottom/submissive reader, unless stated otherwise.

All works are posted and written by me, if you see any copy of my fics on other platforms, please inform me. - stay-midnight©

Stray Kids |

All Members°

• Reaction to making out in publicly and getting caught. (Suggestive, uses they/them pronouns)

• Smut Headcanons with skz (Very explicit, switch reader ig.)

Bang Chan°

• Fun through Harsh Times (Demigod AU, switch/verse m! reader, contains smut, ft. Seungmin.)

Lee Minho°

• Short Drabble about Thigh Riding (contains smut)

• Spark of Possessiveness (Post-Idol AU contains smut, ft. Jisung)

• Actions Deem Consequences (Explicit Smut, Subtop¡Lee know, Dom¡Bottom M.R)

Seo Changbin°

• Forward (Implied Smut, Changbin and Reader are Switches)

• Always Here (Contains smut but not too explicit)

• Maple Syrup (Contains smut and tooth-rotting fluff)

Hwang Hyunjin°

• Psycho (Serial Killer Hyunjin, contains smut)

• Royals (I, II) (Royalty AU, Prince Hyunjin, smut on the second part)

• Jealousy, Jealousy (Explicit Smut, Subtop Hyunjin and Dombottom reader)

Han Jisung°

• Who’s Dom? (Idol Jisung, contains smut)

• Spark of Possessiveness (Post-Idol AU, contains smut, ft. Minho)

• Bloody Birthday (Vampire AU, contains very explicit smut, ft. Seungmin & Felix)

Lee Felix°

• Foolish (Domestic AU/Non-Idol AU, contains smut)

• Ears N’ Tails (Non-Idol AU, Pet Play, contains smut)

• Bloody Birthday (Vampire AU, contains very explicit smut, ft. Seungmin & Jisung)

• Expectations Vs. Reality (College AU, contains explicit smut)

Kim Seungmin°

• Wrong Wishes were made~ or was it Wrong? (Elf Seungmin, contains smut)

• Fun through Harsh Times (Demigod AU, switch/verse m!reader contains smut, ft. Chan)

• Bloody Birthday (Vampire AU, contains very explicit smut, ft. Jisung & Felix)

• City Lights (CEO Seungmin, contains explicit smut)

• Crimes in the Sheets (Boyfriend Seungmin, contains explicit smut)

Yang Jeongin°

• Unlucky Angel (Horny Guardian Angel Jeongin, contains smut)

• His Present (Non-Idol AU, contains smut)

• Memorabilia (Non-Idol AU, contains explicit smut)

•°EVENT LISTS/SPECIALS/MISC°•

• Blog Anniversary MasterList (13 special drabbles) - only contains skz fics.

• Iridescence Index (Lee Know x Male Reader series)

TXT |

°Choi Soobin

• It’s not what you think it is (Office AU, Fluff and Angst, Gender neutral reader)

°Choi Yeonjun

• Nothing to see here... Come back later~

°Choi Beomgyu

• Nothing to see here... Come back later~

°Kang Taehyun

• Nothing to see here... Come back later~

°Huening Kai

• Nothing to see here... Come back later~

[thepixelelf]

Golden Child's Seungmin and chartreuse for the drabble game?

first kiss drabble game

[the colour of enthusiasm and nature] Seungmin hasn't stopped smiling since he picked you up in front of your place. He'd beamed at you when you clambered into the passenger seat of his car, and only smiled wider at your questioning eyes.

"It's a surprise," he said when you asked, not for the first time, where he was taking you.

He drives for a while, farther then you've ever gone for a date, and, for just a second, you wonder if the sweetest, cutest, kindest, (sexiest but you won't ever admit it out loud (yet)), person you've ever met is actually a serial killer and is taking you outside of city limits to dump your body in a discreet location.

But then you read the sign of the acreage Seungmin turns into, and your face lights up.

"A strawberry farm?"

Seungmin smiles, and he exits the car only to round it and open the passenger door on your side, holding out his hand to you.

He buys two baskets at the entrance of the strawberry field, and he only lets go of your hand to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. He grabs it again when he pulls you into the fields, your eyes affixed to the shining red berries and glowing green bushes. The sunlight kisses your skin with sweet warmth, and in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by ripe strawberries and endless, flowing sunlight, Seungmin kisses you for the first time. His lips are sticky with red juice, as are yours, and life couldn't be sweeter.

[softly-savage-mint-yoongi]

Spookinktober 2021 Day 31

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Welcome to Softly Savage Mint Yoongi’s week of spooky and sexy stories to count down the last week of the best month of the year! Please enjoy these seven stories, about a zombie, a vampire, a witch and her familiar, a werewolf, a serial killer, a grim reaper, and a monster hunter- respectively. Each story is standalone, so you may read them however you like, and remember to stay scary, and sexy. ;) Spookinktober 2021 Day 31 Pairing: Seungmin x f.reader Spooks: Serial killer relationship. Non-descriptive actions of ditching a body. Kinks: Dom/Sub roles, Sir kink, impact play (spanking), ass play, instruction. Suit kink, too, if I consider myself immediately becoming a slut if my partner looks like that. Words: 2.5k

“Babe,” you breathe into the payphone, remaining as inconspicuous as possible. “Yes, this is him,” he answers professionally. Seungmin’s voice doesn’t change- he knows the drill. In his social and public life, you don’t exist. You look around you, keeping your covered head low, “I need your help.” There are sounds from his end of the line, movement and other voices in the distance around him. He’s at a corporate party tonight, you know that. It takes him nearly a full hour to extract himself from the soiree and drive to the location you told him. It takes another five to drive back to the place you left the body, although you had been sure to cover it up well when you left it to call your boyfriend. “It’s too heavy for me and I don’t want to leave drag marks,” you explain, and Seungmin nods along. He looks impeccable, and seeing him done up in his suit with his hair swept up makes you bite your lip. He hums in agreement as he cuts the ignition and waits for a moment. For any signs of sounds or movement outside the car. None come, and he exits. You wait patiently for him to round the hood in long strides and come to stand just outside the passenger side door, knowing better than to test his chivalry when he was so kind to help you tonight. Seungmin lets you out, and you immediately take his hand in yours and lead him to the place you stashed the recently deceased man. He’s already weighted with rocks and wrapped in the tarp, you just need the strength of your accomplice to help you carry him to the edge of the canal. You watch as he undoes the single button holding his suit jacket closed, and he carefully extracts himself from it before folding it neatly over the hood of his car. As you work on uncovering the body, Seungmin unbuttons his cuffs and rolls the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt up his forearms. There are rules to your relationship. Rules for both his safety and yours, where he can’t ask questions about how, when, who, or where. He just knows the why, on occasion. Your boyfriend was in your life long before you started down the horrific and unsavory road to becoming a killer, and he has been nothing short of supportive and enthusiastic about your success. It’s not like you kill just for the fun of it, although it would be a lie to say you don’t enjoy it. Mostly men, rotten and filthy with their illegal activities. Once or twice a particularly evil woman. You think of yourself as a sort of artistic politician, in a grotesque and fucked up kind of way. You want justice, and you love putting people in their place. After all, there is no better place than in the ground. Or at the bottom of a lake, or fed through an old wood chipper at an abandoned industrial park. There are millions of ways people can meet unfortunate accidents. You’re there to orchestrate the show for those who deserve it. Seungmin, more than eager to assist, is climbing a corporate ladder. He likes it well enough, but it serves a dual purpose. He has access to the information you need, and there’s some kind of prideful high he gets out of seeing his information lead you to a successful murder. It’s been a while since you called him for help, and he is not shy in admitting that he is totally enamored and captivated by you in your element. By the trust you put in him to let him see you in true form. Tonight, it’s rather easy for him to pick up the heavier side of the body and step carefully down the pebbled bank toward the water. Quietly, you adjust the position and begin the slow submersion of it into the water. You want to avoid making a loud sound as much as possible. Seungmin hums appreciatively, happily even, as he watches the last of the tarp disappear under the surface. He leans over to join you in dipping your hands into the water for a rinse before he extends his hand to help you climb back up the slope. A sigh of relief passes your lips once you’re both back in the car, and for the first time tonight, you can really appreciate the urban nighttime skyline. Seungmin fidgets in his place and your attention is called to

him. “No,” you protest quietly, placing a hand over his where he has begun to roll his sleeves back down. He quirks a brow, “No?” There’s a certain tone to his word, a question posed and hopeful. You turn to him fully from your place in the passenger seat, “You look too good.” Seungmin grins, turning his head from you with an elbow propped against the window, and he bites at his fingers there. It makes you pout, noticing how anything he does while wearing such attire makes your brain turn into a microwave, incapable of doing anything other than heating your body- whirring sounds and all. And Seungmin knows. Oh, he knows. He eats it up and allows the strokes to his ego before he turns to face you again with a devilish smile, “Do you want me?” There’s absolutely no need to be coy with him. “Yes, Sir.” He hisses at the sound of the name rolling off your tongue so sweetly. “Well,” he begins, “I suppose I should reward you for a job well done, hm?” “Yes,” you breathe, sitting up straight with anticipation. Seungmin enjoys the power he holds over you when he takes on the dominant role, and you relish under his attention every time he guides you both to completion. He chuckles darkly, “Get in the backseat.” You’re scrambling over the center console in no time while he gets out and joins you by way of doors. He’s too lanky and proud to clamber over obstacles in his desire for you. When he opens the door, you’re there already, on your hands and knees, looking up at him through your lashes. He’s half hard inside his slacks- has been since he watched the way you smiled after successfully ditching the body not five minutes ago. Your boyfriend stays where he is, with his ribs pressed against the roof of the car as one hand comes down to gently touch your face. He looks down at you with a smile before he moves his hand to the belt at his waist. It’s your hand stopping him with a plea, “Can I?” “You may,” he breathes, twitching at how close your head is to his crotch. You smile prettily, playing with the clasp of metal, “Thank you.” You know better than to do more than what you’ve asked, so you wait patiently for his next instruction, staring and trying not to drool over his cock, just as pretty as the rest of him. He frees himself and looks down at you again. “Suck,” he demands with the arch of a single expectant brow. He snickers when you move, but it dies into a breathy groan as your lips envelop his turgid length. You can’t see his face, but Seungmin’s quiet groaning is the only sound out here in the night. His fingers grip the roof of the car. One hand comes down, at first gently guiding your head over him just the way he likes, and then it grips your hair tightly, forcing you to follow his lead. You moan around the length, swallowing around the head of him as he hits the back of your throat with watering eyes, trying not to gag. He pulls you off of him and smiles at the messy string of your spit that dips between your lips and his shaft before it breaks, “Good girl.” You whimper at his praise, waiting with thighs pressed together. “Turn around,” he coos, stepping back one pace to allow you the room you need. “I think my baby deserves to be spanked, no?” While most people would find that to be a form of punishment, you absolutely love it when Seungmin pushes you this way. The impact of his palm makes you more and more sensitive with each strike until he soothes it away with gentle touches. You whine your approval, “Yes, please.” A hum of appreciation leaves him when you’re finally in position- your clothes lost somewhere in the back of the car and your ass in the air for his eyes only. You watch, craning your neck back to see him bite his lip as his hand starts off with softer touches. His fingers spread wide to encompass one globe in his large hand before he lifts it. The resounding smack, followed by your gasped moan echo in the dark. Seungmin’s eyes catch yours, and he smiles, maintaining it as his hand whips across your flesh once more just as hard. Another in rapid succession on the other cheek

and another until you’re heaving for breath. Your essence catches his attention, arousal dripping onto the seat below, and he coos. “Do you want more?” You consider it until you realize your desire to have him fuck you is greater. “I want your cock, Sir.” He makes a sound of realization in the back of his throat. “Where do you want it,” he asks, teasing his fingers down the inside of your thigh and back up again to pass softly over the puckered hole of your ass. You mumble, but he didn’t catch it, so he delivers another smack to your cheek that has you stifling a gasp. “Where?” “In my pussy,” you admonish sharply, careful not to raise your voice. Above you, Seungmin leans forward, cock in hand, pressing the head against your weeping center. He grips one of your cheeks harshly in the other hand, “Then fuck yourself on it,” he demands. You do as you’re told, soaking up the immediate gratification only his perfect length gives you. It took no effort to prepare you, soaked as you were, and you rut yourself back against him easily, the sounds of your sex squelching around him so erotic it makes your ears burn. It feels too good. Your eyes flutter closed so you don’t see the way he opens his mouth and lets his spit fall directly between your cheeks. Your back arches with the sensation, the rhythm of your hips faltering. “What if I wanted to play with you here?” The pad of his finger swirls his saliva around your hole, applying gentle pressure that has you moaning. “Would you let me ruin this tight little hole, too?” he groans, fighting his pleasure to keep himself in control. It’s not new to either of you but it has been a while since he put this much effort into utterly destroying you. “Yes,” you keen, feeling electricity tingle along your spine as he stiffens his finger and repeats the swirling motion, prodding until he pushes it past the rim. You hiss with slight pain, crying out and squeezing his cock with the surge of pleasure that comes after. Seungmin is careful not to hurt you as you rock yourself back onto him with more force, slowly fucking his finger into you. He groans deeply, a pretty and breathy sound from his lungs, the beginnings of his own thrusts meeting you as his own pleasured urges become too difficult to ignore. He lets more of his spit drip from his tongue, lubricating the slide of his finger as it buries itself deeper. When he thinks you’re ready, a second joins the first slowly. Your lover moans at the sight of you stuffed with him from both places, and he looks to see your face. The fucked out expression and the bit of drool on the seat make him double his efforts. “So good for me,” he grits out. “Touch yourself, I want you to come all over my cock.” Seungmin orders. It’s hard to concentrate through the feeling of being a livewire ready to snap, but you manage to put two fingers to your clit and weakly rub in a circle. The effect is nearly instantaneous, and Seungmin chokes, almost in pain at the sudden vice-like pulsing of you around his fingers and his cock. You want to scream but can barely get your breath out of your lungs fast enough. He fucks you through it, removing his fingers from you to grasp your hips in both hands and slam himself into your scorching heat. Just as you’re beginning to feel the real burn of soreness, he pulls out and settles his length between your cheeks, coming with a groan. You can feel his release, warmer in temperature, as it slips down your sex and your legs. The sound of Seungmin’s panting for breath behind you is loud in the quiet of the night, and you wonder if anyone heard how loud you were in the throws of your shared passion. He pulls a handkerchief from his vest pocket just as you look back to watch him use it to wipe up the mess you’ve both made. He is careful not to apply much pressure to your cheeks, leaning down to give you a smile when he pecks the sensitive flesh with his lips. “You okay?” he asks quietly, gauging your tired eyes. He checks his watch, and you hum with content- ogling the view of him as he uses those same hands to

tuck himself back into his pants. “You did so well for me,” he says, helping you turn and slide your clothes back on for the car ride home. His hands are warm and comforting when he scoops you into his arms and carries you back to the passenger’s side. “M’ good,” you yawn as he sets you in the front seat gently, reaching over you to secure the seat belt. He rounds the hood of the car, the fingertips of his hand just brushing the surface as he walks by. You fall for him all over again, totally smitten. Your lover heaves a sigh of relief when he settles into the driver’s seat beside you. One hand rests on the wheel while the other finds the inside of your thigh and he soothes his thumb across it affectionately. There’s a smile on his lips- a soft one just for you. Automatically, you’re propositioning him, “Can we make this a regular thing?” He puts his car in reverse, glancing at you from his peripherals as he maneuvers the vehicle around to drive home. “Make what a regular thing?” “That,” you gesture with a hand outstretched toward the retreating view of the canal. Seungmin snickers, “You want me to come help you dispose of bodies regularly? I thought you didn’t want me to unless you needed me to?” You’re pouting heavily when he chances another look at you as he pulls out onto the highway. “Only if you come straight from work wearing that and fuck me like just did right after?” you say as nonchalantly as possible. He chuckles as if he knew all along but is happy you said the thought aloud anyway. “I’ll help my baby bury all the bodies in the world if that’s what she wants,” he promises. Considering your line of work, you smile, knowing damn well he means every word of it.