lights-in-the-clouds

[lights-in-the-clouds]

Musings | Vampire!The8 | [f, a]

Summary: A soft morning without sunlight and a vampire with his human lover and the many differences between them. Word count: 1.6k Warnings: mentions of blood and death

If the night is the time for pleasure, the morning is the time for pain.

Minghao’s always been one to appreciate harmony, and this idea fitted into his world perfectly.

The proof of the truth of the statement is right in front of his eyes. He bit you at an awkward angle, at an awkward place that he knows is going to cause you pain with each movement of your neck. You’ll feel it throbbing with dull pain when you walk. And he knows just as well that you’re not going to say anything about it. You won’t tell him to be careful next time, but that doesn’t matter. He’s going to remember it and be more mindful without you scolding him. He doesn’t like when he doesn’t notice and you have to ask anyway. 

He knows you keep saying you don’t mind a little pain, but he sees the way you shy away from it any other time. He appreciates that you allow him to feed from you sometimes. It’s intimate and a testament to how much you love and trust him, but he’s well aware you don’t find it as pleasurable as he does. It’s selfish for him to give in to your pleas and his desire. He’s already taking more than he should be allowed from you. Maybe that’s why he gets so soft in the morning.

“What are you thinking about, Minghao?”

He hears his name and his eyes blink up to meet yours immediately.

“You were so out of it, love,” you smile down at him kindly, straddling his hips. Your fingers trace patterns all over his bare torso and it almost makes him shiver. You’re so warm. Alive. The evidence of your beating heart in all that you do.

You’re beautiful and he wishes he could pull the curtains open and see you in the morning sun. He could take a little burning, you do too after all, every time his fangs dive into your flesh. But you get so upset when he causes himself pain on purpose, even if he has the best of reasons. At least his enhanced sight is enough to appreciate you even in the dimness of your bedroom.

“It was nothing important,” he finally answers, giving you a small smile. You hum, eyes peering into his as if they could tell you more. He feels strangely vulnerable whenever you do that.

“What are you thinking about?” he tries to shift your attention, “You seem lost in thought yourself.”

Another hum and then his attention is brought to your hand that slides right to the middle of his chest and gives the spot a few gentle taps.

“Your heart,” you say simply, as if it was obvious what you mean. He gives you a curious look. Something inside of him tightens. Why is he so nervous?

“It’s not beating,” you add when you notice his confusion. But that doesn’t answer anything. It’s not like you only just now realized. He doesn’t like this. His throat feels tight. He doesn’t need to breathe, but it feels like he’s suffocating anyway. “Some people like to lay on their partner’s chest and listen to their heartbeat.”

“Do you?” he asks straight away, surprising both of you with how quick the question slips from his lips. He averts his eyes. He hasn’t gotten shy in quite a while, but it’s nothing new that you can draw reactions and feelings from him that he thought he long since forgotten.

“I do - I did,” you say simply. You reach out, gently cupping his jaw and making him turn his eyes back to you. It’s clear he doesn’t know how to react, and frankly you have no idea what came over you either.

“Remember when I had trouble falling asleep next to you?” you ask and see him swallow uneasily as he nods.

“I think that might’ve been the reason,” you wonder aloud, “It’s nothing I can control, but I think that human bodies are subconsciously wary of anything…”    

"Unnatural?" Minghao supplies helpfully, but with a tinge of bitterness in his voice. You sigh, calling his name to get him to look at you again.

"That's not what I meant," you whine softly. He doesn't ever want to see you uncomfortable, so he leans into your touch, kissing your palm to reassure you he knows you don't mean to hurt him. 

"But maybe there's no better word," you cringe, smiling at him awkwardly, "I'm sorry, love, it's really not what I wanted to say."

He chuckles, lifting his own hand to your cheek and stroking your soft, warm skin. He can imagine your blood rushing underneath, working to keep you alive. His hand falls lower, his knuckles brushing up and down the column of your neck. He's careful to avoid the space around the bite mark. Though there is something inside him that wants to brush his thumb over it, feels the physical manifestation of his claim on you. He needs to breathe you in, but he doesn’t want to make demands. Hearing you out comes first.

"It’s fine. I know," he acknowledges, "What made you think about it so much today?"

You shrug.

"I woke up and wanted to let the sun in," you admit, making him giggle softly. If only you knew. "But then I saw you and it all came to me. How different we are, all that."

Your hand falls back to his chest, joining its twin as they caress his stomach. It’s a fascinating sort of power you hold in your hands. Minghao may not look like it, but you know he’s much stronger than any human, let alone you. And yet here he is, letting you do as you please with his body. Sometimes you’re afraid he’d let you hurt him. Just the mental image of his warm dark eyes widening in shock and pain, immediately shrinking in acceptance is enough to create a nasty lump in your throat. 

You should feel reassured - he’s not a human, many consider him a monster. What does it matter if he gets hurt? But you love him. And he looks so human that if he didn't tell you the truth, you might've continued believing he was one. You caress over his skin back to where his heart should be beating under your palms. There’s nothing, no pulse, no warmth, just deadly silence. 

“Doesn’t it feel empty?” you ask, adding some pressure to your touch. Nothing. Like there’s a void inside of him - or that’s what your brain is telling you. Some part of you, ruled by instincts, tells you to run away, to tremble in fear. But the vampire under you is pliant, completely relaxed, so much as to seem almost vulnerable. Or maybe that’s the fight or flight talking.

“Does your chest feel full only because there’s a beating heart inside?” he turns the question on you. It catches you off guard, and he must’ve noticed because he’s chuckling. “Of course not. It feels the same it did when I was alive, at least from what I remember.” He frowns then, and you let him think, waiting patiently.

“Maybe… It felt wrong at first. After the initial bloodthirst and madness faded away,” there’s a distant look in his unfocused gaze, “Maybe it felt empty then, but not anymore. You get used to it, I suppose.”

You nod, bending down to kiss his cheek. It unnerves you when he gets so far away from you. You feel him smile against your skin, turning his head so he can plant a kiss to your cheek as well. His arms wrap around you, easily maneuvering you so that you’re laying on your side, facing him.

“You seem nervous,” you tease, quietly, a vain attempt at easing the nervous knot at the pit of your stomach. There’s something off about him this morning.

“I am,” he admits. It’s what you’ve always loved and admired about Minghao, how in touch he is with himself, and that he doesn’t hide what he’s feeling. “Stay with me. For as long as you want, for as long as you can.”

You know he’s not talking about you leaving the bed, or the apartment.

Sighing, you rest your forehead against his. He leans into you, his arms cradling your body against his and they fit together perfectly. It’s safety you’ve never known, even as your blood runs through his veins and the side of your neck carrying his mark aches. Could you ever bear the same curse? Would it change your relationship? You know he loves how warm you are. But you know he’s not talking about that either.

“For as long as I want, and for as long as I can,” you promise, pressing your lips against his gently. You know he doesn’t ask for more, and it makes you both shiver with emotions indescribable and wish he was just a little more greedy. So maybe he wouldn’t let you go if you one day ask him to.

“I know it’s hard,” he whispers, nosing along your cheekbone, “I’m sorry. And thank you.”

His body envelops you like he can’t stand the thought of space existing between the two of you. And you melt into him, your arms hugging him back and pulling him closer still. You stroke his back slowly, rubbing warmth into the muscles along his spine. Your legs tangle together. 

He doesn’t want to let go of you, ever. But he’s not a monster enough to keep you when you one day ask him to let you go.

[lights-in-the-clouds]

𝙹𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜

A/N: so I thought to try my hand with Dreamcatcher, I really hope you like it. I got really inspired by Jeepers Creeper and I really want to go on a road trip, so I’ll be living through Siyeon except for the whole scary dying thing of course. If you like this, please do a favor and reblog it. That really helps. This is very gendered. I picked male for no particular reason. Next one I’ll work to keep it gender neutral. Hopefully there’s minimal grammar and spelling mistakes, as this wasn’t proofread. Hopefully its bearable. Also this is an AU/non-idol Siyeon

Warning: Death, blood, sensual themed, and creepy trucks.

A bead of sweat left a trail down the length of her neck, as she wiped it off of her chest. He watched the now missing bead on the top of her chest right before it had gotten to the curve of her breast. “Stop staring. Your job is to drive me to the dealership across country.” She slid on her sunglasses, as she closed the compact of her mirror. “Hot?” He asked in a teasing tone. “Apparently as much as you.” She shot back, as she checked the driving route on his phone that was mounted on the dashboard.

“Why would they make us drive this car that has no air conditioning in it during the middle of the summer?” She asked, as she returned the screen of his phone back to the electric rode they were on. He let out a soft chuckle at her complain. “Siyeon you could’ve gone on the plane.” His tone was light and playful, which resulted her to smile. He returned the smile, as he knew why she had chosen this route. It was to spend time with him and he was planning on taking every back rode from Louisiana to North Carolina. The ride stretched out in front of them, as he drove.

A few hours into the day drive, Siyeon was napping in the passenger seat. Silence bored him, it the radio wasn’t working either, as this was a project car she had hoped he would help her in. It was a vintage mustang that needed vanity repair and some mechanical repairs. She didn’t have an interest in car, but she did know what she liked and how to get those things. It was something he loved about her. Today, he thought this trip could change their entire relationship with her. He noticed the gas level signaling that it was nearing the empty line.

Siyeon was sound asleep, so he decided it was best to just stop by a gas station without waking her up. He turned into a gas station that seemed to be dated way back to the 1950’s. He was surprised that gas stations like this still worked tomorrow. He parked next to a gas pump near the store, then he confusingly examined the pump. He realized that he would have to pay before he could he pump. He pulled his wallet out of his dark brown wallet that had his name engraved on the top layer.

He disappeared into the gas station, he came back to fill the gas tank, but he saw an old Ford truck parked outside the station, but by the only other pump in the grounds. The windows were so tinted it was hard to even tell if someone was there in the driver’s seat. He pumped the gas, as he kept his eyes on the old rustic truck. He placed the handle to back to the pump, as he heard the truck start up. He slowed his pace to the driver’s side, but the truck made no move to leave. He entered the car, as he cautiously pulled out of the gas station. He recalled no one coming into the gas station after him, but he was certain no one did.

He checked the rear view mirror to make sure they were being followed. Nothing, so he settled down. He eased on the gas pedal, then he heard rustling. He snapped his head to the sound, Siyeon sleepily examined the forgotten paper bag of breakfast sandwiches he’d bought for them, but she seemed to not noticed the weird truck in the parking space. “Did you get any drinks?”she said with a yawn, as she grabbed a small bag of hash browns rounds. A soft coo of excitement whistled pass her lips. She popped one in her mouth, then she fed another round to him.

He smiled as he accepted the fried chip. “I forgot them on the counter.” He mentally kicked himself. She smiled with ease, “and I knew that could happen, so I packed some drinks in this cooler.” She unlatched her seatbelt, then she climbed over the back of the conjoined seats to reach the small cooler. He looked up at the rear view mirror to watch until he noticed the same brown old truck following them. “Shit, Siyeon get back in the seat and put your seatbelt on.” He demanded, as he pulled at the belt loop of her jeans to get her to sit back in the seat.

“What are you doing?” She said, as she fell back into the seat. Her hands held a bottle of water and a soda. “I was looking for an orange soda for you.” Her was disgruntled and annoyed. She put the drinks to the side, as she latched the seatbelt around her. “This truck. It’s this truck behind us that’s been following us.” He said, as he checked the mirrors he could use. She turned to look through the back window, as her fear spiked. The truck sped to ram them from behind, she braced herself for the impact. It was jolted the car forward, as he tried to keep the car in control from the impact. She held on tightly to everything around her, as he finally go out of the way.

The truck sped off into the road, as he struggled to slow it down. The truck was seen turning into a side road and disappeared. Siyeon jumped out of the car on to shaky legs, as she watched the truck disappear. He turned off the car, as he hung out of the car. His head in his hand, she raced to his side, and she wrapped her arms around her. “Are you okay?” She asked, as he wrapped his own arms around her waist. “Yeah. I should be asking you.” He could feel how shaky she was, as she held him “What was that creep’s problem?” She asked as she looked down at him.

“No idea,” he looked up at her, her face held so many questions, but irritation flared through her. “Well that’s something to add to the list of things that needs to be fixed.” She griped as she let him go to examine the damage on her car. He followed her as she brought a hand to her forehead, as if the sight itself gave her a headache. “At least we’re away from that creep.” He grimaced but he reminder her of what matter. She sighed as she tried to calm herself down. “Yeah you’re right.” She said finally. “Can we fix it now? The trunk won’t shut now.” She tried to use her weight to close the trunk. It popped open after she landed on her feet.

She was going to try again, but he softly grabbed her by the waist to let her move out of his way. “I have kinetic rope that I can use to tie it down for now.” He opened the trunk, as she looked around to see if anyone was driving around. “At least it was just the trunk and we can still drive it right?” She asked worried, as if she didn’t want to be here any longer than they needed to be. “Yeah this thing is like a tank.” He wrapped the rope around the the notch and the keyhole to hold together, as he drove.

Her sunglasses were enough to shield but she still made a shield with her hand, as she turned to face him. “Should we report him?” She asked, as she walked back to him and the car. He tightly tied the trunk together as much as he could. He tried to pull up the trunk to see if it would give with his strength. “Yeah that’ll do it and if we see a highway patrol station, as long as you remember the details of the car.” He looked at him, as he walk to the driver while she walked to the passenger seat. “I remember the license plate number.” She smiled happily, as she waved her phone.

He should’ve known she would be prepared. “Come on there. Let’s go.” She peered over her sunglasses at him, then she tapped the steering wheel. He started the car back up, as he was handed his sandwich. He took it with one hand, as she began eating hers. The rode stretched out for miles, as they began to continue their journey. He balled the wrapper of his breakfast, then he handed it to her to compile the trash. He slowed at the sight of a stop sign approaching, the sun was dipped into the horizon, as she promised the nearest gas station would call for a switch of drivers.

The stop sign was at a crossroads, fields of grass surrounded it and a church not too far from them. Siyeon got his attention, as she pointed to the church. The same truck parked by the side of the church, as he carried what suspiciously looked like a body to a in ground tunnel entrance. Her breathing caught in her throat, as they watched the scene of this stranger tossing this massive object into the abyss. Her mouth dropped, as the head of this stranger snapped at our direction. She yelled for him go.

He jabbed his foot on the gas pedal to the floor of the car. The car screeched at the extreme velocity, as he drove from the church. She was frantically looking behind them, as he drove as fast as this car would allow. The sound of a supersonic horn blared through the quiet of the evening, Siyeon continued to hold on to the back of the seat, so she could watch the truck. The blinding lights of the truck made it hard to drive, as it approached with the horn blaring. Whimpers escaped her in fear, as the truck came dangerously close.

They braced themselves for the impact, as it came. It was much harder, that the metal of the bumper latched onto the truck’s. His hands were tense and tight against the steering wheel, as he fought to keep control of the car. The speedometer raising with every distance that the truck forced them to go. The car lost control, then it was driven off the road. He braced himself, as he could see that even Siyeon did the same. A ditch was coming too fast to them.

She woke up to the sight of the crash sight, blood smeared her face, as she looked groggily for him. The driver’s seat was empty, the moon now out and covered by clouds. She slowly tried to get out of the car, as she shouted his name. The door latch seemed stuck, so she climbed out the window. Her head throbbed from the impact, as she walked around the car to see if he’d been thrown out of the car. She shouted loudly, as she looked around. Fear covered her completely, as she began realizing that she was alone. Thoughts of possibilities of what could have happened to her ran through her mind, as she saw a sign of a local truck stop and diner in less than a mile.

She was sore, but she needed to get help. She turned around to grab a phone to help illuminate her way. Once her phone was in her hand. She checked for a signal to call out. Yet there was not any, so she used the flashlight to help guide to this place for a phone. She kept her eyes on the signal in case she could make a call to help her find him. Even as she made her way to this diner, she shouted for him. Desperation chilled her spine, as she neared the brown truck further than she was from the diner.

She began running to the diner, as she gripped her phone tightly in her hand. She practically stumbled into the diner, as the few patrons and waitresses turned to look at her. She had looked like she’d survived from a car crash, wounds, bruises and blood all over her splattered body. A waitress helped her sit in a near table, as Siyeon tried to explain that someone ran her and her friend off and she thought that this same person took her friend. The waitress was confused, but she called for police. She reported the accident and a missing person.

“I’m telling you the license plate number. That’s the same truck that ran my friend and I off the road.” Siyeon explained desperately as she was receiving medical care. The police officers took the information of the number, make and model down. They spoke through the walkie attached to their shoulders. Siyeon was given a cup of water, as well as a small plate of food. The waitress gave her sympathetic look, as she set the food down. Siyeon could count the amount of patrons, officers, waitresses and cook in both her hands.

She forget it was a holiday for the United States, so most people would go to beach or theme parks. A few would stay in small towns due to demands of money or no plans to go anywhere. The lighting here was soft to compliment the moonlight outside. They waitress waited until the police returned to their car to make plans on what to do with Siyeon. “The truck you described, was it playing music?” The question sounded ludicrous to Siyeon, so she gave her a bewildered look. “When he picks who he wants, there’s no escaping him.” The waitress continues, “they won’t find him you know? Your friend. He was picked.” She explained to Siyeon, her mouth dropped at the words, as she was listened to the small town tale of this family.

“They’ll take his eyes. Like they did my friend” Siyeon shook her head, as she cupped her ears. “Stop it. He alive and I’m going to find him.” She said in disbelief, as she didn’t want to hear it. The waitress stopped her tale, as she noticed how distressed Siyeon was. “It’s best you just let them be and go on to where you come from.” The waitress cleared the table and she took the dishes to the back room. The police came back to inform Siyeon that they would take her to the accident site for her to grab her things and take her to the nearest hotel.

She stood up to follow them to their police car, they drove back to the car crash, and the site looked like someone had gone through the whole car. They examined the car first before allowing Siyeon to collect what she could. “Any explanations on why this could happen without any people around for miles on end?” She asked, as she picked up the article of clothing for the two of them. The officers were speechless, which further confirmed to her of the hideaway family targeting them could be real. “What about my friend? What are you going do about that?” She asked, as she carried their bags to the car.

They assured her that they are having people investigate the area and surrounding areas for him. She showed a photo she’d taken of the two of this day before the trip even started. They approached a motel that was more in town, but it gave her a chill. She wasn’t sure if it was because it remained her of the Norman Bates motel or the fact that no one was there. She sighed, as they escorted to the front desk. The vibe of the hotel seemed off, but it’s an attempt at being cozy. I was given a key, as I began to threaten them that I would be staying until my friend was found.

They said that they would be there the next morning and that the best thing to do was for her to sleep. She scoffed, as she unlocked the door, the room was basic, a tv that seemed dated to the late 90’s and that was the most “up to date” technology. She sighed in frustration muddled with fear, as the officers left her. She locked the door behind her, then she moved some things in front of the door. The neon light gave an eerie ambiance to the room, as she settled in the bed. She checked her bag to see if she had her phone charger, which in luck she did. She checked to see if there was an outlet for her to phone charger.

She noticed one behind the bed, so she grumbled as she moved the bed to the side. A small crawl space was just behind the bed, but she couldn’t move the bed by herself. She stopped her curiosity from getting to her, as she just connected her phone. She heard the soft melody that her phone was charging. She closed the blinds, as she got ready for bed, and she examined the bruises on her body. She clicked her tongue at the sights of the wounds from the crash. She laid on the bed so she could relax and fall asleep eventually.

A flood of light bleed through the cracks of the curtain from the window facing the parking lot interrupted her sleep. She stood up, then she made her way to the window to peek. An audible gasp escaped her, as she hid from the view of the window. The same truck was there parked right in front of her hotel room. A hand clasped over her mouth, as she tried to gather what to do next. She hurriedly went to her phone, then she dialed for emergency. As the phone rang, she heard slow footsteps coming from the bathroom. Immediately she turned to see the silhouette of a tall figure looming in the darkness of the bathroom. She began to make her way to the door, as she push what she could put of the way of the door.

The figure lunged at her, but she moved out the way. She back away, climbed the bed to put something in between them. “What did you do with him?” She yelled, as he kind he at her again. She tried to jump towards the door, but he got a hold of her ankle and pulled her hard on the bed. She fell with a hard thud against the bed, as she hit her face against the bed frame. She screamed for help, as she struggled to get away from him. The figure keep her still, as he pinned her down. Finally she gave into unconsciousness, the figure took from the hotel. The stillness of the hotel returned once the truck left.

She awoke to being tied, the wind of being in the back of a truck blew her hair around, so she sat up groggily. Her face and body hurt, as she looked around. She was on the back of the brown truck, as she saw they were driving to the crash site. Fear leaped in her heart, as she looked around the truck to use to cut herself free. She found a metal stake that she could use. She rubbed the rope against the stake, as she did it quickly before they would get the destination. She sighed in relief as she was cut free. Now she just needed get off the moving truck, she looked out and over the edge of the truck, and she looked around.

Under the moonlight, she spotted a blood splatter checkered cloth van. Her eyes followed the pant leg to the hem of the shirt she recognized, a soft suppressed sob escaped her lips, as she inside of the sulk of her friend. She could the inside of his head through the socket of his eyes, the sight made her nauseous, as she processed what she was seeing. A hand tightly held her mouth, as she tried to control the sob that rattled her body. She knew she had to get out of there as soon as she could. The truck slowed its pace, as she looked around to see they had made it to the crash site.

She shook as she readied herself to fight. She would fight to run, as she held on to the stake. Her back to the caddy, as she waited. Her ready to strike the moment he was close enough. He came into view, so she attacked. She used the momentum of her jumping at him to plunge the edge into the side of the strangers neck. The impact caused them to fall to the ground, she pulled out the stake, and she began running back to the direction of the motel. Her pace was fast, as she could feel this stranger running after her. She knew this was impossible, she stabbed him right in the neck, and that should’ve resulted into some sort of slowing down.

She was ready for another confrontation, as she could hear the steps right behind her. She was pushed to the ground, as she landed with a loud smack to the gravel from the side of the road. She rolled quickly to her back, as she plunged into the fleshy mass on her. A scream she emitted was terrified, as she continued to keep plunging the metal piece into it. It wasn’t until her screams turn to pain, as she felt this figure bite into her leg. Now more desperate to get this thing off of her. She had to use her legs to kick him off.

With one strong kick, the figure flew off of her, and she took the chance to start running. Now to the truck. Her leg where it was bitten the thin fabric of her pajamas did nothing to protect her. She limped as quickly as she could. She heard the footsteps behind, as she neared the truck. The second she could throw herself into the truck and she started it. She made the quickest U-turn she could manage. She thought that she might tip over the truck, as she did the turn. There in rays of the car lights, was man-like figure, as his face more insect like than man, but he stood on two foot like any human. She switched the gears to go full speed to the truck could have.

The impact caused the figure to be rolled under the cars, she stopped to see if she could see the body just laying there. Something told her to back up into it to make sure to kill this thing. Maybe it was rage, but the tired screamed in protest at the amount of speed she’d floored the tire. The bump of the body satisfied her, as she ran it over one last time. She speed to the police station, as she parked the truck. She came into the police station, as she recognized one of the officers at the front desk. She threw the keys at him, “I want out of here now.” She demanded, “the truck you thought I made up is out there along with the body of my friend. It came back for me.” She explained at the flabbergasted officer.

The officer order for back up, as they checked the truck. A note pinned to his shirt, sprawled, “Jeepers Creepers where’d you get those peepers?” Siyeon staggered back, then fell to the concrete. A cry of fear shudder through her. That note was not there earlier.

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[lights-in-the-clouds]

Special Pet

A/N: This is inspired completely by this song and a movie called, "Pet" with some of creative liberties. I hope it puts you in the mood for Halloween. I tried making this as gender neutral as possible. This is written in 1st person to challenge. Some mistakes may occur in this. Also if you feel like it, plus heart and reblog this. It really helps with the algorithm and my confidence.

Summary: How far would you go to cure a loved one? Bang Chan is willing to go end of the Earth for you to stop with the games you play with people.

Warning: Blood, murder, hallucinations, caged in, and hysteria. I can't remember anything else. So if you see anything else that's trigger, let me know and I'll added it.

“Everything happened so fast, but it had to be done. I had to do it to keep everyone safe” my disheveled voice shocked me, as I paced. My fingers raked frantically through my hair, as you held your knees closely to your chest in cage. You merely silently watched me, as I continued to pace. It was like a predator just watching from their hiding hold, as their prey circled frantically. You were just waiting for me to fall into the perfect spot. “I’m doing this for your own good you get that?” I sunk down to my knees, the hysteria barely hiding behind the sheer composed veil, as I let my fingers loop into the the holes of the cage. “Chris…listen to me. This is crazy. Please you can’t keep me here.” You begged me, as you slowly crawled to me. The way you looked up at me as you crawl ignited something within me.

It frightened me the power you had over me. There was darkness that brewed behind those beautiful eyes. I had to be strong to fight the evil in you. This isn’t my love. No not the one I’d fallen in love with so long ago. You sat back on your knees with innocent eyes, your hand gingerly held onto my own hands, “Bang Chan…please?” You begged for freedom, I almost fell for it, but I pushed myself away before I fell for it. I clapped a desperate hand over my eyes then it slid down over my mouth. I got to my feet, then I turned away to gather myself. “Chris..” you said in a tone that always seemed to be caring and gentle. I begrudgingly turn to face you. The look you had almost made me open the cage, “no. You’re to stay there..wh-while I clean up the mess you’ve made.”

I storm out, I made sure each and every lock was secure, and no one would hear you while I was gone. I could hear the muffled scream, but I was confident it echo past here. I returned to the studio to see the mess, the splatter of blood everywhere, then the body laid lifeless on the ground. The visions of the attack happened so fast. I cleared the blood splatter, but I was interrupted by a phone call from Lee Know. I tried my best to push out the frantic tone, but I kept the conversation short. I dismembered the body, I pulled the teeth, burned the fingertips, and I slowly got rid of the parts while no one was looking. I did everything I had to, I did it exactly how you told me to. No one can know you or what you’ve done. No one will.

I’d come every day to speak to you, I fed you, and I made sure you were okay in here all alone. We had conversations about everything, your life, my own, and what caused you to lose all control. Now here I was realizing you haven’t learned anything in your time. You often told me that no predator could ever stay caged in. I knew what I had to do. I had to kill you to keep others safe from you. So here I am, a knife with your name on it. I kept it hidden from you, as I promised that this will your last night in the cage. I let you out, you held me close, as a way to thank you. I closed my eyes, as I braced for the job I had to do.

It went into your side like it was butter. The gasp of betrayal, you breathed. The surprise in your eyes leaving and being coated with a dark void. The warm liquid spilling out of you, as the life inside of you faded.

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A clatter of things got my attention, “Changbin…did you hear that?” I asked, my hand removing one earphone. Changbin looked at me confused, as my free hand tapped his upper arm. “What? I didn’t hear anything.” He confessed, he removed his headset off his ears. We had agreed for 3RACHA to meet up to do some last minute listening before finalizing the list of song for the new album. Another unknown thud was heard from a the room that Chan seemed to never allow any of us to into. We scattered to our feet the second we heard a third thud. We could heard the sound of two people arguing, one being Chan, but the other being someone I’ve never heard.

Changbin shook as he opened the door. There the horrible scene of Chan covered in his own blood, a knife plunged into his side. I immediately got on the phone to call for emergency, and Changbin rushed to his side. Changbin shout that there was more than one stab wound. I repeated the information to the operator. Chan mumbled about there was someone else here, but I couldn’t find them, not even Changbin. He looked for the extra person, but he shook his head. He tried to calm Chan down. He was hallucinating again from his sleep deprivation. The operator told me they would be there in less than 10 minutes. Chan continued to repeat even as the paramedics took him to the ambulance was that “it was for your own good. The games had to stop.”

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[lights-in-the-clouds]

The Girl I Never knew, but Loved

Summary: Seungcheol is celebrating the highest of point of his long running career as a leader of a Korean pop group. He couldn’t help this feeling of floating loneliness. This woman occupying a space of his mind that always left him with more questions every time they’d meet. Now he’ll receive news that finally answer all of his questions, but is he ready to know them? If you liked this, feel free to heart and reblog this. It really helps the algorithm and my confidence.

Warnings: this story is about kidnapping, so mentions of rape, alcohol, and death are in this story. As well as an emotional Seungcheol. Alcohol consumption. Beware and Enjoy!

Author’s Note: I just want to go ahead and say thank you picking this short story to read. I’d like to introduce myself as one of the writers for this blog “Lights In The Clouds” you can call me Travesty. This inspiration was to see Seungcheol in a more vulnerable role, as we always see him as this strong leader. I hope you enjoy it.

Seungcheol’s fingers ran up and down the sides of a small glass that held soju. His eyes weighed heavily on the gloss of alcohol, but he still glided them lazily across each member. It was late October, tour was done, a promise of another comeback, and talks of dramas for some members. Exactly seventeen years of brotherhood, success, and lives spent together. Suddenly Hoshi shifted the mood to a somber one; a reflective one by just one question. “Is there someone you miss?” His voice carried this lazy slur that strained to be hurried from his burnt throat from the alcohol and his question open to anyone. Seungcheol mildly pondered if Hoshi was thinking of someone like he had been for years.

A soft mummer of the members who thought out loud, Seungcheol lifted the small glass to his lips to drink the last remnants of the clear liquid. He swallowed it, then he set the glass down. He needed the liquid courage to to speak on the matter. He watched the group of men, that had been through just about everything with him. The feeling in his stomach seemed to hover just over the edge of a bottomless hole. He felt like this all day, yet he couldn’t give any explanation for the feeling. As a matter of fact, he’d noted this feeling occurred too frequently for him in recent years. It was as if he’d been pending doom. Here, they all stared at him almost in disbelief, as if he could never experience such an epic love tale. That the Seungcheol they knew could never have a love that impacted him so much. Maybe he didn’t…then why did his heart tell him otherwise.

A hand raked through his thick mass of chocolate brown hair, “I-uh…I do. I have someone.” He used present tense because she was still on his mind just as freshly as she had been in his childhood. He began, as his heavy, glossed, and red eyes raked on each member. He closed his eyes to relieve himself of the dizziness, before he began. “She popped into my life a few times…the strangest thing is her name was never the same.” He swallowed the pool of saliva, his eyes drooped, as though he was drifting away to different time. “The first time I met her was when I was seven. She was the sweetest girl I had ever met.” A love drunk smile pulled at his lips, as he rested an elbow on the table.

His head slowly falling into his hand, as he spoke. “She spoke to everyone, she helped everyone, and played with everyone. It’s like she had a knack in making sure each and every person knew her on a personal level. She was so bright. The sweetest smile too.” His heavy eyebrows moved as he described her. “Her name was Y/N, strange though I don’t remember her after that year.” He furrowed his brows. Jeonghan spooned a bit of the tofu soup soaked rice into Seungcheol’s mouth, he chewed a few bits, then “did she ever come back?” Jeonghan asked, as he shoveled some lettuce wraps into his mouth.

“she re-appeared when I was sixteen, but with a different name. She insisted on it being her name and that she’d never seen me before, but I couldn’t ever get her eyes out of my mind.” He swallowed the bite. “Her eyes were so dark, but dark because she held this sadness in them.” He paused to get his glass re-filled by Dino. Everyone seemed to be paying attention now. Wonwoo and Mingyu seemed to be imagining such a girl in their minds. Seungkwan, Vernon, and Dino all watching their older brother re-live a story before them. Seokmin, Hoshi and Joshua seemed to be passing the several side dishes, as they listened.

A finger traced his chin, “she was so intelligent too. Top of the class…cheerleading, Journalism, and she hung out with me.” A tone of admiration took over his drunk lazy voice. “I went on one date with her and it truly was the most amazing date.” He let out a soft chuckle, his shoulders shook with every chuckle, “it was so simple. I couldn’t afford to take her anywhere because I was a trainee. We just went to the Han river and shared a bowl of Ramyeon and a drink.” Another laugh of reminiscing bubbled out of him. Joshua took a drink from his glass, “one date? Why one date, if it was so perfect?” The drunk flush covered his neck, ears, and slowly spread across his cheeks.

Seungcheol let out a deep sigh, as his eyes opened to meet Joshua’s glazed eyes. “She left again. She didn’t even stay for the music festival, she promised she was going to see me perform in.” A frown appeared on his face on the mention of the festival. “Last time I saw her was in Busan, two years ago.” He drank in one big gulp the soju in his glass, as if he would numb the pain that would be accompanied with these next words. “She told me her name was yet something else and she and her daughter were waiting for her husband.” He clenched his jaw, as he put his face in his hands. He rubbed away the pain from his face, his eyelids lowered to hide the pain of loss, then he attempted to blow out the knot in his throat.

Silence fell upon them, as they began to speak about the moral of the story; waste no time on loved ones. Seungcheol’s shoulders slumped with the pain he’d endured for so long, his mind replayed every moment he spent with Y/N, and tears welled in his eyes. The moment was interrupted by a soft knock on the glass door of the dinning hall. Seungcheol closed his eyes, as he braced himself for a scolding from staff. He’d given too much information or maybe they had hoped he would’ve kept it family friendly. “Excuse me…Seungcheol there’s a police officer here, they would like to speak with you.” The manager said meekly, nervous, and anxious.

Sobriety hit him hard, as he pushed himself up from his seat. He was wrong; the dizziness hit the second he stood on his wobbly feet. His steps were clumsy, he questioned the manager of any information she would know about the police. His brain couldn’t bring anything to the forefront, she sighed softly, “it’s an investigation of a disappearance.” Just then a pair of detectives sat in the empty office, an empty chair across from them, as they rested their arms on a white table. He could tell then, one was police, the other a journalist. He bowed respectfully, as they stood to greet them. The manager placed a comforting hand on Seungcheol’s arm, as they welcomed him to sit.

His large eyes filled with fear and questions, as they switched between the two of them . “Before we begin, I want to let you know that there was a case that caught my our attention, but we have questions on the last time you were able to come in contact with Y/N.” The female detective explained. Her slender hands slid over a picture of a woman, the world stopped for Seungcheol, his head swam, as his eyes took in the beauty of Y/N. Those same sad eyes stared back at him. “What’s happened?” He asked immediately, “I was a sort of a friend.” The journalist and officer exchanged a look between each other. “While we’ve been following this story, we saw that she’d gone to the same sch-“

The emotions inside of him exploded from the lack of straightforward answers, “what’s happened?” His voice found the volume that seemed to shake everyone in the room. He couldn’t care for anything else but to know what’s happened to Y/N. The same female journalist visibly took a breath to relax, “the story is long, but Y/N was a victim of kidnapping at a young age. The perpetrator passed himself off as her father years until she was too old to pass off as his daughter.” The information was too much for Seungcheol. The burning sense behind his eyes returned.

His stomach dropped finally dropped from the edge, the tears spilled out, and his hands tenderly traced the photograph. The journalists took a moment for Seungcheol’s emotions, then continued. “Unfortunately she…was murdered. Her body was discovered about a year ago.” Seungcheol balled his hand in to a fist, then he brought it to his mouth. His eyes glued to the photograph, “and her daughter?” He asked; his eyes dart up at the journalists. “Her body was recovered just this past month.” The news crumpled the remainder of his heart, the tears were too stunned to come out, but his breath was ragged.

“Why are you here?” He asked his voice held the despair he felt. The loneliness, the guilt, and shame he shouldered for so long. How could he not see it? The sadness in her eyes, the sudden disappearance from his life, and the change of identity every time he run into her. He always believed everything Y/N would tell him. He was so stupid. “We just want a statement. Maybe how you feel about all of this?” Seungcheol heard the question, but his mind swirled about his entire life with Y/N. The manager stepped in now, her hands gentle on his shoulders, as she gave a statement. She then helped usher Seungcheol out of the room.

He held on to the picture. It was the only thing he could hold on to. Seungcheol numbly let the manager guide him back to the group, his eyes memorized every detail of Y/N, and his eyes burned to cry. His chest heavy and ready to yell out his agony. His expression must of read something of complete torment, as Seokmin engulfed him into an embrace. The tears that he thought couldn’t come out finally made their escape. The strangled sobs that huffed out of his mouth. His legs weakened by the wave of emotion that he released.

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