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mellifluous-skz · 2 years

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Monster

▪︎Word Count: 3.7K words

▪︎Genre: Angst, Fluff, Serial Killer AU

▪︎Pairing: Yang Jeongin × gn!Reader

▪︎Inspired by: Young God by @maatryoshkaa . Ryu is a capital P Phenomenal writer (my favourite writer too). PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE check her blog out.

Jeongin was quite the gentle child.

There was a gentle warmth about him that was incomparable to any other entity, and a strange cheer that seemed to magically infect those who knew the boy.

Everything he held worked wonders, right from the broken frothing machine from his part-time job at the neighbourhood café to the rusted knife that he now held in his skilled hands, their action devoid of even an ounce of gentleness.

"Bastard's like you," Jeongin whispered, punctuating each word with a stab on the screaming man's chest. "Do not deserve to live."

"Please," the man spluttered, hands too weak to even resist the continuous stabbing. "Please…..save me…..monster.….this monster…..I'll die-"

"You killed your wife."

Stab.

"Someone's mother."

Stab.

"You killed a mother, you fucking monster."

The man let out a guttural scream and Jeongin's vision was blurred by a flood of memories, images that he couldn't make out and screams that he could not recognize. The man's torso twitched twice before life deserted him, and the blood-drenched knife slipped from Jeongin's sweaty fingers onto the rough, dust-strewn pavement.

Blood.

All blood.

The same blood that refused to leave his clothes even after he scrubbed them with all his might.

The same blood that he washed off his hands on certain days, the fluid mixed with dirt, sweat and his own tears that he usually failed to control.

The same blood that had covered his mother's pretty face and had soaked through her favourite yellow dress, all courtesy of her husband.

The same blood that twelve year old Jeongin had licked off his lips after strangling his father, the monster that had killed his wife and made his son a murderer.

The very same blood that Jeongin despised, yet could never get rid of.

The blood that was not his.

Jeongin felt a small hand tug at his own, and the face of a young child slowly came into focus, the boy's eyes rimmed red and cheeks wet with helpless tears.

"Is father dead?" the child croaked, his tiny hands reaching out to brush the tears that slowly dripped down Jeongin's face.

Care. Maybe this was what it felt like.

"Father did this to my mummy too. I don't like him."

"Do you like me?" Jeongin stroked the boy's head gently, fresh tears blurring his vision.

"I killed your father."

I am a monster. A murderer. A psychopath.

"I like you," the child smiled, the same smile that Jeongin had adorned nine years ago, when the police had taken him for investigation. "Father killed mummy. You saved me."

The child draped his arms around Jeongin's waist, hugging him with a love that Jeongin had never expected to experience again, with a love that had been wrenched away from his life years ago.

He kissed the child's forehead, and watched him walk away towards his house, which still had a light flickering in one of its rooms.

But Jeongin here, had no home to go back to.

He spared a last glance at the man's mangled torso, and started running. He had always been fast on his feet, a trait that he had taken after his beloved mother.

His mother, who was now just a mere memory.

His lungs burned with exhaustion, and with every painful intake of breath, he was reminded of the people whom he had killed, or rather, remembered killing.

Monster.

I am a fucking monster.

A cry ripped from his throat, gentle yet utterly painful. His legs collapsed with exhaustion and he staggered over to the side of a weirdly familiar street, a sharp pain splitting his head open.

Jeongin looked down at his battered watch, the only christmas gift that his mother had been able to buy him.

03:25 a.m.

"One more late night shift and I'll give up," you fumed, hitching your coat closer to your shivering body. "Isn't this — damn it, what was it called — the witching hour right now? What if I get possessed by some-"

A faintly audible scream rang throughout the neighbourhood, and you halted to a stop. You could make out the infamous 'Levanter' café at a distance, its flashy storefront signage illuminating the entire neighbourhood. Fear descended over you, and you swiftly made your way towards the café, the several pieces of advice that you had read in your law books fuzzing up your head.

Call the police if you note suspicious activity.

Use that damned peppermint spray if you are in danger.

One scream and everyone shall know.

You looked around one last time, and quickly walked over to the waiting area of the café, which mainly consisted of chairs and benches for the times when the shop was overcrowded.

A strong breeze had you shivering again, but this time, you were not sure if it was because of the chill that was slowly seeping in through your clothes or something else.

Because right before you, on one of the benches, was a figure trembling and shaking from what you knew very well to not be cold.

Shit.

Should I call an ambulance?

What if he attacks me?

What if he is a ghost?

Fuck, Y/N, what have you gotten yourself into?

You gingerly took the seat right beside the trembling figure, and with all the courage that you could muster, stroked the figure's head.

The figure bolted up immediately, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist in swift defence. It is a boy, you registered and while your first thought should have been something about how handsome he was, you could not help but focus on how the boy was entirely and totally, covered in blood.

"Who….who….Y/N?"

Jeongin could recognize you anywhere, your presence a warm radiation of love that always melted his heart and touched his soul. You were always the first one to enter the store during his morning shift, and somehow, always ended up sitting next to him in all of your shared classes.

Coincidence?

Maybe not.

"You are Yang Jeongin, aren't you? The infamous barista known for his beautiful smile?"

Jeongin found himself breaking into a grin, a grin that he did not deserve, a grin that he did not own. The world seemed to brighten up the moment you blushed, and Jeongin, to his immense surprise, found himself wanting more of that beautiful expression.

Were these his killer instincts kicking in?

"Are you crying?" You asked, gently draping your coat over his shivering figure, blissfully unaware of how the cold was biting your skin and making your delicate figure shiver too.

Jeongin shook his head, an unfaithful hiccup slipping past his lips immediately after the refusal. You smiled, bringing your face closer to his and wiping the fresh stream of tears that flowed down his cheeks.

He smelled of blood and detergent, you noted, almost as if he frequently overwashed his clothes. His eyes were beautiful, but what drew you in was the immense vulnerability they carried and the sheer strength that they possessed.

You felt the urgent need to hold him impossibly closer, until his pain numbed and heart healed.

Good Lord, what the fuck am I even doing?

Am I that smitten? This guy could literally be a thief, or a kidnapper, or hell, he could even be a serial killer!

Shit Y/N, you are really dumb.

Jeongin could almost see the wheels turning in your head, and the sensible part of his brain ordered him to flee, to run until he reached his dorm, safe from the world.

Safe from you.

But his feet refused to budge, heart refused to accept. He knew that you had seen the blood, the light was too strong for you to not have noticed. But why had you still chosen to stay by him, a complete stranger, at the dead of night? Why had you still chosen to care for him like his dead mother did, the warmth of your fingertips the exact same as hers?

More so, why was his vision not blurring out, memories not bursting in? Why were his fingers not aching to act, to kill?

How were you still alive?

"Jeongin," you whispered, tapping the boy lightly on the shoulder. "Jeongin!"

You watched him flinch at your voice, face incredibly adorable. You felt briefly aware of the blood that covered his entire body, and a slight fear clenched your heart.

A fear that did not go unnoticed by Jeongin.

"You should leave," Jeongin whispered, turning away. "Streets like these are dangerous. You can never trust anyone."

"I trust you."

Jeongin blinked rapidly, the weight of your words immensely foreign to him. He stared at you in surprise, confusion setting on his pretty features.

You felt like something.

Something that was very foreign to Jeongin.

"How–how come? You don't even know me-"

"You don't know me either," you scoffed, scooting over closer to the boy. "But it looks like you still care."

Somehow, anyhow, Jeongin knew who you were.

He had seen you sleep away all the psychology classes that you both shared, hair askew and cheeks rosy.

He had seen you feed the stray cats after dusk, the golden rays of the sun creating a halo around your head.

He had seen you punch the local bully without a care in the world, the rage that your eyes beheld instantly drawing Jeongin in.

He saw you now, refusing to leave a stranger that could inflict any amount of harm on you at any given moment.

Home, Jeongin realised.

You felt like home.

And this exact feeling had him burying his head into your shoulder, the dam of his poorly concealed pain breaking in an instant. He could feel your body stiffen, but just as he was about to pull away, he felt a pair of arms hold him close, and a pair of lips press a shaky kiss on his temple.

"You can tell me."

"Yang Jeongin, I believe you."

Why?

You had no idea yourself.

Maybe it was because you had seen him smile brighter than the sun every morning while serving your coffee, or maybe it was because every time his fingers accidentally brushed against yours, a lovely pink glow painted his cheeks and an even lovelier giggle slipped past his lips, and those little things enveloped your heart in the warmest of feelings.

Maybe it was because you had seen the boy helping several people cross the streets,or maybe it was because you had seen him donate every bit of his salary even though his clothes and shoes were among the shabbiest in the college.

Maybe it was because every time you pretended to sleep in the psychology classes, you caught the boy staring at you with the fondest expression in his eyes, and instead of feeling creeped out

You felt safe.

Yang Jeongin, what are you doing to my heart?

"You….can't," Jeongin tried to stop the words that tumbled out of his mouth, but somehow, for the first time in his life, he couldn't.

"I am not the person you think I am."

"I am a monster. A fucking-"

"Stop that," Jeongin could almost feel the hurt in your voice, and he looked up, only to find you scowling as if your life depended on it.

"You aren't a monster Jeongin."

Before Jeongin could stop himself, a thread that was holding him together snapped, and he found himself going back to the days that had brought him to his darkest, living in the pain that he had decided to abandon years ago.

25.12.2004

"He's a child. He's just a child-"

"I NEVER ASKED FOR ONE."

"HE'S A MONSTER."

Jeongin stared at his father, the words that rang across the room very foreign to him. His mother had bought him a book of alphabets, but they never contained such hard, meaningless words.

But why was his mother shaking? Why was she crying at these words?

"That boy," the man's breath came out in sharp huffs as he kicked his wife off his way.

"Is not my son."

08.02.2007

"Happy birthday, dearie."

Mother was sweet.

Mother was home.

Jeongin hugged the dusty, badly battered guitar close to himself, tears of gratitude welling up in his eyes.

"I am so sorry for not making this big enough, I did not have enough-"

A loud bang was enough to silence the frail lady, and Jeongin did not have to think twice to know that it was his father returning home utterly wasted after one of his unsuccessful gambling sessions.

"Stay in your room," his mother whispered, kissing his head with all the love and comfort that she could muster.

"It's fine."

But the deafening crash and screams that followed were enough to tell him that nothing was fine.

08.02.2009

"I swear to God, boy, if any of this reaches your mother, you are dead meat," Jeongin's father grabbed him by his collar, the rage in his eyes heavily contrasted by the horror in Jeongin's own.

The lady behind him slipped an indecent finger down Jeongin's body, grabbing and touching places that made Jeongin feel sick in the stomach.

"Sneaking around, were we?" she crooned softly, walking over to her lover's side. "You are exactly like your mother, darling."

"Dumb and naive."

Naivety, Jeongin had learned later, was far better than treachery and disloyalty. And he had decided to remain the same.

25.12.2013

"This is my favourite dress," his mother stroked his head, her voice soft and warm.

"Your father gifted this to me on our first Christmas together."

Jeongin looked at his mother, pain and disbelief coating his usually soft tone.

"Father did?"

"He did," she laughed, the scars that were carved into her skin alight in the moonlight. "And today, I have a gift for you too."

She pulled out a small box, fancy letters sparkling on its embroidered lid. Jeongin gently pulled it open, and gasped when he saw a new watch staring back at him, its surface polished and new.

"You didn't-"

"Don't mention it. Can't a mother give her only son a little gift?"

Mother was joy.

Mother was peace.

But this peace was promptly interrupted by the sudden screams of a man, his voice loud and actions dreadful. Jeongin shook in horror as his father kicked the door of his room open, his face pale as a ghost.

"She left me. SHE LEFT ME."

"Who-" Jeongin's mother trembled, signalling Jeongin to back off into a corner.

"You know who, you fucking bitch!" his father grabbed his wife by her hair, and smashed her head on the edge of the door. His fingers grabbed the old guitar by its handle, and with the force of a beast, smashed it repeatedly on the woman's twitching figure. Jeongin's brain screamed at him to close his eyes, to cover his ears. But he kept them open, watching as his mother slipped onto the floor, lying in a pool of her own blood. Her limp, lifeless body was kicked over by his father, shock clouding the man's eyes.

"She deserved it for messing this up — fucking bitch — could have sucked it up-"

The rest of it was a mere blur of continuous memories, partly because he could not remember and mostly because he did not want to remember.

One moment Jeongin was shaking in one corner of his bedroom, and the next moment he was pushing the man off the stairs, his head a mess of horror, sorrow and anger.

He did not know how he had thought of strangling his father, or from where he had gained the strength. All he knew was that he was seeking revenge, killing a man who was nothing but a monster, a man who was everything but a human.

Jeongin had crawled up to his room, hugging his mother until the truth sank in. The pretty yellow colour of her dress had turned red, the red that had turned out to sink into his life too. But it did not matter, because all he knew was that his mother was dead.

Memory. She had become a memory.

He had grabbed the watch in his slippery, bloody hands, and with a last glance at what was once a place where he felt safe, he had fled his house.

Jeongin, once just a mere boy, had then become a living monster.

Everytime he laid his eyes on the daily paper, all he saw was the grinning faces of those whom he had killed with his very own hands, not because he wanted to, but because they did not deserve a life.

Abusers.

Manipulators.

Mistresses.

Traffickers.

Monsters. They were all monsters.

Jeongin found himself panting when he finally stopped talking, the memories that he had shunted away haunting him in the worst ways possible.

He was scared. Scared of what you would think, what you would say.

"So you are," the words were dry on your tongue, almost as if they had sensed the turmoil that was raging through your heart. "A criminal."

"A serial killer. Is that what you are?"

Jeongin felt his entire body tighten up, the severity of your words venom in his ears.

Maybe you hated him too.

"Yes."

"That's what I am."

"I am a monster, Y/N. You are not safe here."

Jeongin was gentle.

And when you looked at his beautiful, amber irises, you realised that this gentleness needed a person.

A person that could give it company.

"You might be a murderer, Jeongin, but you are not a monster."

"You are far from that."

Maybe you should have felt repulsed. Maybe you should have felt your heart clench with dread and brain ring in alarm.

But to your surprise, all you felt was an unadulterated fondness for the boy before you, the boy who was seemingly nothing more than a stranger.

Yet was probably everything that a stranger wasn't.

"You have killed people, but that doesn't make you a monster. You have killed monsters, Jeongin. It makes you a saviour."

"Y/N-"

"But even with all of that, killing is not the right thing to do."

"It serves justice, but you are doing injustice to yourself by it. It does not suit you."

"I'll help you get through it. I'll heal your scars, I'll hug you close everytime you cry."

"Because, Yang Jeongin, you could never be a monster."

Jeongin's head was blurry, broken memories flooding in, urging him to take action. But his heart was warm, and the memories were not the usual stabs of pain and blood, but were like rays of sunshine,happy and warm. He saw himself, sleeping in his mother's arms, looking at her smiling face, playing with her in the garden, laughing with her even at the silliest of jokes.

He saw you, blushing when he added two extra shots of espresso in your latte just because he had heard you mumble it under your breath, giggling when you had caught him staring at your sleeping figure in your shared psychology classes and kissing his forehead when he broke down in your arms.

Love, he realised.

He was in love.

"I killed-"

"I do not want to hear you telling those things to yourself ever again."

"You have suffered a lot."

"It'll kill me if I see you suffer anymore."

Jeongin's fingers trembled as he tucked a stray lock behind your ear, the action carrying a fragility that was enough to shatter your heart into pieces.

In the cold glow of the moonlight, Jeongin did not look as if he was in pain.

Jeongin was pain himself.

"Why are you doing this? I might be luring you into a trap, I might be two blinks away from burying a dagger right into-"

"I don't care. Please let me trust you."

"Just this once."

In spite of his initial words, Jeongin felt a soft smile grace his lips, and with all the courage in the world, he took your hands in his.

"You know that you make no sense, right? You are actually in potential danger."

"Shut up, pretty boy. Let me have my moment."

You didn't know if it was because you were too fond, but the only danger that you felt scared of at that moment was the danger of getting your heart stolen by the boy right before you.

Was this love?

To your immense surprise, you felt a huge cloud of sleep loom over you, slowly pulling you into its trap. Without a warning, you placed your head on the dumbstruck boy's lap, winking when the familiar blush crept up his cheeks.

"The people are right."

"You really look beautiful when you smile."

When Jeongin's hand gently stroked your head, gentle hums of his favourite song lulling you into a peaceful slumber, you decided that you did not care if the boy was a killer.

Because Yang Jeongin was not a monster.

To you, he was your home.

And you would help him change, even if that cost you your own life.

In moments like this, with you in his arms and love in heart, Jeongin saw a future of endless possibilities laid down before him.

Maybe he would heal, little by little, until his scars faded and he was himself again. Maybe he would still hold you in his arms, never leaving your side even for a single moment.

Maybe the universe had something in store for him. Something sweet, something gentle.

For now, he would caress your head and doze off as the early rays of sunlight painted the skies, signalling a new day, and a pair's new beginning.

In the pale hours of dawn, the world saw Yang Jeongin as no monster, but a person full of love, compassion and unadulterated gentleness.

With you, Jeongin was a boy.

Just a boy.

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mellifluous-skz · 2 years

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Lovers in the night

Genre: Angst,Fluff,Fantasy AU

Word Count:1.4K

"Walk carefully,can you?" You shouted,glaring at the boy who was already walking away,without even sparing you a single glance.

"Lee Minho,you fucking bastard",you muttered, picking up your books clumsily.

You glanced down at your watch,and broke into a nervous run. Your lecture hall was quite a distance away,and you were already very late.

You stumbled in,shuffling into a seat at the very corner of the hall. You sighed softly,eyes searching for a certain brunette among the crowd of chattering students.

There he was,sitting on the other side of the hall,feet dancing to some noiseless beat.

Your yellow cardigan turned a bright pink,and a warm blush made its way up your cheeks.

How you wished your feelings weren't so clearly visible to the human eyes. How you wished to keep this all as your little secret,a secret that both of you shared.

You really wore your heart on your sleeve.

There he was,the bane of your existence, yet the ray of sunshine in your clouded sky.

Lee Minho.

His tall,slender frame was thoroughly alluring,but it also irritated the living shit out of you.

His beautifully sculpted, stunningly perfect features were a treat for your eyes,but were also something you purposefully grumbled about everyday at the university.

He ignored and snarled at you right at your face during daytime,but kissed the cheeks of the very same face with pure fondness during the darkness of midnight.

If you were asked to define your relationship, you would say that you both were lovers in the night,but were also distant strangers in the light.

Why?

Because you both enjoyed it.

"Is it a one night stand thing?" asked Felix,a look of genuine concern spreading across his pretty features.

You shook your head in denial,a bashful grin plastered on your face.

Felix sighed,as he handed you a bag of sour candies,"Whatever it is,make sure to not hurt yourself,okay? If something goes downhill,just give me a call and I'll crack that asshole's head open."

You giggled,hugging Felix tightly, "Thanks Lix. But I am sure that he would never do that."

You glanced at your watch again,and chuckled as you realised that the golden hour had already presented itself.

9 p.m.

You unlocked the door of your apartment,only to be greeted by your nemesis in his purest form.

"Hi love," He stood up,engulfing you in a warm hug, "Missed me?"

"A lot," you sighed,burying your head in the crook of his neck, "How about we go out?"

"Out were the night becomes us,and we become the night?"

"Your wish is my command,sweetheart," He cooed,holding you as if you were his most prized possession.

Which you were.

An hour later,you both found yourselves on the topmost floor of the Namsan Tower,adrenaline rushing in your veins.

You looked at Minho, the sight of him standing erect in the strong wind,hair adorably messed up,made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

Your heart,as always,decided to operate against your will. That bastard of Minho really had you wrapped around his rather small fingers.

As Minho watched,the light blue of your floral shirt turned into a deep red,and your hair tumbled down from its tight bun on its own,as you facepalmed noisily.

Minho chuckled,leaning in to kiss your cheek tenderly. Even though your body clearly expressed your love for him,you were upset.

And he had sensed that.

"Y/n," He said cautiously, raking his fingers through your wind-swept hair, "Why so cold,my love?"

You smiled,motioning for him to sit down on one of the chairs, " Why? Because you understand all of this,all of us,while I understand nothing. It's just love for me, Why is it not so for you?"

"I can always tell you-"

"I don't want to know Minho. I'd like to go with the waves,I'd like to wonder," you said,grabbing him by his collar and closing the distance between your lips.

His brown eyes turned blue,and you felt his skin warm up under your grip. You pulled away,holding his hands tenderly.

Minho was scared. Scared of how your love was giving him life,while his love was taking your life away from you.

"Am I going too fast for you?" You asked,tears rolling down your cold cheeks.

"No you aren't. I want your love,every bit of it," He said,trying to blink back his own tears.

You both were the symbol of pain in each others lives,and that pain had melted away into pure ecstasy as soon as you both had locked eyes. It had felt sweet, it had felt wonderful.

"Why?"

"Because it's bad. It's like….it's like walking on broken glass,but all that pain is pleasure. Your love is my innocent pleasure,Y/n."

Minho's slender fingers wiped away all your tears,as his tears spilled onto his cheeks. You smiled,planting two sloppy kisses on his cheeks to ease the pain.

Minho wanted to study you,to understand you without any fail.

He did not want to play the role anymore. He wanted to be your lover.

"Do you ever look at me during the lectures,sweetheart?" He asked,peppering your face with soft kisses,"The professor hardly makes any sense when you are in the class,you know?"

You scoffed, running a hair through Minho's hair sweetly, "My eyes are fixed on you,darling. Every tiny move you make,every emotion you express,I watch it all."

"Can you at least pretend to look away? Someone might catch us," He smiled,warmth spreading through his cheeks.

"I don't care about others. You know that I'll take what I can get,and that's a promise."

Minho laughed, lips upturned in a satisfied grin.

You both stood up again,two pairs of gleaming eyes reflecting the entirety of Seoul in them.

Then,out of the blue,

Minho flinched.

He jumped messily,looking down at his sudden bare feet. There were shards of glass littering the floor,and as your name left his mouth,he stepped onto the broken pieces of glass ruthlessly.

And he laughed. A loud,joyful laugh full of unadulterated enjoyment,full of innocent pleasure escaped his lips,sending shivers down your spine.

As you tried to yank him back,a sudden force pried your mouth open,and beautiful sound escaped your pained lips.

You were singing.

You were singing like there was no tomorrow, like it was the happiest moment of your whole life. You were singing like a happy child,you felt like a little child yourself.

But the tears rolling down your cheeks told a totally different tale.

As you both slowly stopped,all the pain,pleasure and happiness vanished. All they left were two lonely souls,tied in an unforgivable bond of innocence, guilt and pleasure

Minho limped closer to you,pained whimpers escaping his swollen lips.

"We really do go repeating these ballads on and on,don't we?" He whispered,lacing his fingers tightly with yours, "Any other promises,darling?"

"I want to cling to you all night long,love. Just promise me that you will do the same,that you won't leave me," you cried,as you watched Minho's eyes slowly turn red,and your heart thumped in delight.

He had finally given in.

"I will."

Minho pulled you in for one last kiss,as the ballads commenced again,but this time,the pain was shared equally. Two bodies,separated by disdain,were brought together by the love of their pain,and the universe seemed to be happy by that.

You dreaded mornings,but as long as you were with him for the whole night,they didn't hurt at all.

Honestly, they were far,far gone.

"Hey, asshole! Can you stop pushing me every time I am walking down a corridor? Unlike YOU, my time is precious to me." You growled,grabbing the atrocious boy's wrist before he could walk away without apologising.

"If your time is so precious to you," He spat,voice dripping with pure venom,"Then try coming here earlier, I guess? Waking up right before the bell rings,have some fucking shame."

"I hate you,you know that?" You sneered,your grip on his wrist tightening by each passing second.

"Right back at you," He snarled,yanking his hand back.

As you both turned away in two different directions,a similar warm feeling spread across your chests while a genuine smile tugged at your lips.

You both muttered the same words under your breath,giggling into your hands secretly.

"We don't need to put a label on it, do we now?"

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mellifluous-skz · 2 years

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Lovers in the night

~Prologue~

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Angst, Mystery, enemies (kinda) to lovers

Song: Lovers in the Night by Seori

"Before ending the class,I would like to make a quick announcement," Ms. Wilson smiled, her usually green eyes darkening to a sensual brown, "For your last project,our department would like you to submit a detailed analysis of toxic relationships in fictional literature. You will have to do it with your pre-chosen partners,and the team with the best interpretation will have their thesis published as the cover of our monthly magazine. Rest of the details shall be mailed to you. Happy holidays!"

A series of poorly disguised groans were released the moment Ms. Wilson left the hall.

Felix,your bestfriend hurried over to you,and screamed, "Pre-Chosen? How are we supposed to complete a task without mutual understanding and interest? Let's be very honest,our partner could be dumb. They could be nasty. They could be-"

"Shut up,dickhead," you snigger,booping his nose lightly, "Come to the point. How are we getting to know who our partner is?"

"That's the whole thrill of the situation," Hyunjin chirped in,placing his laptop on your desk for you to see, "They'll be using our secret student codes,and the mail will be sent through school generated email ids. The plan is just fabulous."

"I hate my life," Felix grumbled,slumping down next to you, "Out of all projects we have an analysis, and that topic is fucking sensual."

"I like that," you smiled,as Felix buried his head into the crook of your neck,"Sensual topics have more interpretations and we can get more work done through that."

"I wanted you as my partner," Felix cried,flailing his arms like a newborn child,"Analyses of events have a lifelong grudge against me."

"I am rather glad then," you smiled,standing up,"Your rusted brain needs to start working for your own good."

"Hey y/n," Hyunjin whispered, as you rushed out of the hall with a mischievous glint playing across your eyes, "Do you want to pair up with anyone specific? You seem to be,spare me,too excited for a terminal project."

Hyunjin's confused eyes drifted to your shirt,which had slowly turned into a giddy shade of yellow. He shook his head,bewildered at your sudden excitement.

"The person I want as my partner," you giggled,tapping Hyunjin fondly on the shoulder, "Will be assigned as my partner. And that's something I am sure of."

With this,you walked away towards the staff room,leaving Hyunjin to doubt his life choices.

"You would like to submit two analyses instead of one?" Ms. Wilson asked,eyes widening in sheer disbelief.

"Yes. I'll convince my partner as well,so all I need now is your permission, Professor," you mumbled,blinking softly.

"As you wish y/n. Just try not to over-exert yourself," Ms. Wilson smiled,patting your head warmly,"Have a nice vacation."

You grinned,and ran out of the office,heart brimming with excitement.

As you picked up your bag from the lecture hall,your eyes found a certain brunette, sitting alone at the end of the hall. As if he had sensed your gaze, your arch nemesis looked up,locking his eyes with yours.

Poor Lee Minho,he was in for a rough ride.

The vacation was over in no time,and you found yourself walking to your university with a fluttery heart. You had managed to convince your partner,and had submitted two analyses on two different relationships.

All these sudden boldness thrilled you and filled you with unwavering joy. You expected to be questioned and interrogated by your prey,but lord,was he your prey after this?

Just as you had expected,a strong hand pulled you inside one of the dusty classrooms just before the first bell rang.

You turned around lazily,grinning at the fuming figure,who had you backed up against the door,and to your surprise, was blushing.

"Oh dear,are you going to kiss me now?" You snickered,pulling him towards one of the seats, "Go on darling,I am all yours."

"Shut up," He snapped, thrusting a file in your hands, "Are you nuts?"

"How adorable," you cooed,eyes dancing on your own words, "Why this sudden sweetness,darling?"

"You are my partner,aren't you?, he glared,gripping your wrist tightly, "I should have backed out on the first day."

"Oh dear," you sighed, turning the pages delicately, "Did you like my little interpretations?"

"The Tunnel and Wuthering Heights? Seriously, Y/n?" He snatched the file and turned to the last page,as you cracked a wicked grin, "And,by God,what the fucking hell is this?"

You closed your eyes, and the memorised lines tumbled from your lips like innocent euphoria,

"According to the world,boundaries of such forbidden and toxic relationships act as a tether in between the lovers. But according to me, the tension is highly addictive. The idea of sneaky glances,constricted touches and anonymous love letters sent by the secret lover entrances me,and I wish to have all of this to myself. I wish to have Lee Minho beside me,as an enemy during the day,and as a lover in the night."

"This confession," Minho said,blushing red,"As the project? Were you out of your mind?"

"Do you accept?" You asked,taking his hands in yours.

"Do you want to be my lover,Minho? Do you want to experience the thrill,and travel through this ride full of ups and downs? Do you want to experience the two ends of a human relationship at the same time,Minho?"

"That's not a relationship, Y/n," He smiled,eyes turning to a disappointed Grey, "This has no meaning, has no label."

"Every relationship doesn't have a label, Minho," you said,pressing your lips to his hands, "Some relationships are about love,thrill and adrenaline. Love doesn't need a label,it needs a wanting,something which is mutual between us."

You looked up at him, a comfortable warmth spreading across your chest, "Once again Minho, do you want to join me,or do I leave alone?"

"I'll join you, Y/n. And I hope this journey never ends," He smiled,cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours.

To your happiness,you were in for a rough ride as well,but now,you had Minho right beside you, not as your nemesis,but as your secret lover.

And as you saw the analysis titled "Lovers in the night" published as the front page of the monthly magazine, you knew that this ride was really worth a lifetime.

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Candy

Word Count: 995

Pairing: Han Jisung × fem!reader

Genre-Fluff,Friends to lovers

"Your highness,are you getting ready for your wedding?" Jisung asked,banging on the door.

You opened the door,making the boy stumble into your room.

"Does this look like a wedding dress?" You said,fixing the collar of your floral shirt.

"Judging by the time you took,I am surprised that your clothes are this casual."

"Dumbass," you said,pulling him towards the main door of your house.

You both stepped out onto the lawn,and were greeted by the sight of Han family's old Chevrolet,which looked like it could lose its functionality any day.

"Who's driving?" You asked,putting all your stuff on the backseat of the car.

"I am. Your hands can't support the strain,can they,baby?" Jisung grinned,earning a decent punch on his arm.

"How sweet of you."

"I am as sweet as a candy,honey," He winked and opened the door for you to get in.

He was as sweet as candy,you could never deny that. Candies were your all time favourite,and his presence felt like the sweetest of candies,all the time. Not that you could tell that to him,though.

Jisung knew all your secrets,but not this.

You could never confess to your best friend.

When he first held your hand,you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

But you kept that to yourself.

When he hugged you tight out of terror on your horror movie night,you felt the need to be in his arms for the rest of your life. You pushed that thought away,buried it in the deepest corner of your heart.

As he slowly grew out of his boyhood,you slowly fell in love with him. You thought that your love was a temporary madness,an earthquake that would subside after some turmoil. But it didn't.

It kept burning inside,making your heart go into a frenzy of different sensations. Jisung's every action made your heart flutter,every little touch made you blush brightly. Yet you tried to hide it,tried to brush it away. You kept reminding yourself that this boy whom you love madly was also your best friend.

Jisung had the key to your heart,and unbeknownst to you, you also had the key to his.

"Hey sleepy head,wake up. We have arrived," Jisung said,poking your arm softly. You slowly opened your eyes,and were welcomed by the view of a familiar lush green valley.

You both wasted no time in setting up the picnic,all the dishes cooked by your mothers made your heart jump in excitement. Oh,the guy beside you just added more fuel to your already fluttering heart.

You both settled down,taking in the scenery that lay in front of your eyes. You both had spent a lot of picnics over here as kids,running and playing around. There was one time when you had tripped,and Jisung had landed on top of you,a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. The memory of that event still had you blushing red.

"This place used to be so much more fun when we were kids," Jisung said,laying down on the grass. "We grew up really fast,didn't we?"

"It's still quite fun,to be honest," You said,laying down beside him.

A comfortable silence engulfed the air,and you heard Jisung hum your favourite song.

He always remembered.

"You know what," He said,turning to face you, "You haven't changed at all from what you were as a kid."

You flinched at the seriousness in his voice,and said,"You haven't changed as well. I am somehow still stuck with you,that just proves it."

"Stop saying that as if you are forced to be my friend," He said,tapping your head lightly.

"What if I am?" You said,turning towards Jisung,only to find him staring at you with a slight smile on his face.

"Oh sure. Wanna be something more?"

"Keep on dreaming. I can barely stand your dumb presence." You said,scooting closer to Jisung,who looked slightly sad now.

"Do you…..actually hate me?" He asked,fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

You stilled,your gaze fixed on his eyes. The usually cheerful, chocolate brown irises looked sad,something which made your heart hammer in pain. His words sparked something foreign,something sudden inside you,and that told you that it was time.

It was now or never.

You took a deep breath,and said,"Actually I AM forced to be your friend."

Jisung's eyes widened in shock.

"Because I like you. In fact,I love you."

You would have collapsed out of fear after being that brave,but the trembling tone of your best friend's voice held you back. The same words rolled off his tongue at the exact same time,and the fear that had knotted up in your gut melted into pure ecstasy.

Somehow,anyhow,he liked you back.

You both started giggling uncontrollably,as if Jisung had just cracked a really silly joke. He pulled you closer,engulfing you in a tight hug.

This was home.

"Really? Say that again,"He teased,running his fingers through your hair gently.

"Your highness,should we get your ears checked? And maybe you head,as well? They don't seem to be in the right place," you said,slapping his arm playfully.

You snuggled closer,burying your head in the crook of his neck,as Jisung stroked your hair,eyes overflowing with fondness. This was supposed to feel foreign,supposed to feel new,but it didn't. It felt familiar,it felt sweet.

"I guess I actually am as sweet as a candy,ain't I? Hope no one steals me away!" Jisung cooed,placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Candies were your favourite.

But Jisung here, was sweeter than the sweetest of candies.

And luckily, he was all yours.

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