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Maze of Memories | CHRISTMAS EVEL - STRAY KIDS ADVENT CALENDAR

PAIRING Changbin x fem!reader

GENRE horror + angst

WORD COUNT 2.5k

SYNOPSIS Having a real Christmas tree was something you took pride in each year. Going to harvest the tree, setting it up and enjoying the fresh pine smell was well worth all the mess the pine needles make. But after adventuring too far through the pine tree farm, you and Changbin struggle to find your way back. Instead, you're forced to deal with a demon of your own creation.

WARNINGS descriptions of injury, death, horror creature thing? (idk how to properly put a warning on that soz)

MASTERLIST

It was a scene out of a movie. The snow falls seemingly in slow motion, catching on your eyelashes before falling and melting on the warmth of your cheeks. You were huddled up tight in your jacket and scarf. One hand in your pocket, the other in Changbins as he held your hand tightly. He looked much the same as you did. His face was hidden under a mask and scarf, his hair disappearing under a beanie. You stood patiently in line, waiting to be served at the tree nursery.

Today wasn't the ideal day to be out walking through a forest. But it was the only day Changbin had time before Christmas. And of course, it was a day when the weather was not on your side. A cold wind blew snow throughout your area, with no sun to be seen behind the thick clouds, it was miserable.

With the poor weather, it surprised you how many people were out and about. But slowly you made your way to the front of the line. Dragging your feet against the mushy snow with each step. Finally, you reach the front of the line, Changbin does the talking as you hold onto his arm and look after the field of pine trees. You feel like a child but you don’t mind it, you feel safe with Changbin and want to enjoy the excitement of Christmas with him.

You try to get a head start and find a tree perfect for your apartment, but from this far away they all look the same. The falling snow distorts your vision. You see a figure move through the trees in the distance. The figure is too big to be a human, frame towering over where even a tall human would stand. You squeeze your eyes shut, convinced it's a mixture of your mind playing tricks on you and the snowfall. But when you open it, you meet with an empty row of trees once again.

Before you can express your findings to your boyfriend, he's leading you towards the trees. Each step was filled with joy. He speaks to you in his high-pitched voice. “Is my baby excited to get a tree?”

“Binnie” You cringe, laughing away the worry your mind created. It’s a combination of the thick clothing you're wearing as well as the weight of the snow against your boots that makes you waddle along through the trees. Your conversation with Changbin flows nicely, stopping mid-sentence to point out a nice tree before continuing to talk. The two of you may have been a tad picky when deciding what tree to bring to your home.

“It’s a good shape but it was too tall for the lounge”

“Not that one! It’s barely a stick!”

“Look over there, it's nearly as short as you!”

By the time the two of you can agree on a tree, what was left of the hiding sun was beginning to set. But to you, no time has passed. You brushed it off as if you were just enjoying spending time with your boyfriend, but still, something felt off. You felt uneasy being in a forest this late. You stood patiently as Changbin kneeled down, marking the trunk of the tree you had decided on. Just as it did earlier in the day, your eyes began to wander around the trees that surrounded you and panic hit you. You didn’t recognize any of where you were, the snow covering where your tracks had come from. With the sun disappearing, you must've gone further enough that you could no longer see the building where you started. But once again, it felt off, your legs aren't sore as they should be walking such a long way.

Just as your worries began to get the best of you, Changbin stood, brushing the snow off of his legs and giving you a smile. But it quickly dropped as he saw the panic on your face. Taking your gloved hand, he bought you closer to his side. “You ok my darling?”

“I think we’re lost” You heard him chuckle at your words, but you knew he wasn’t making fun of you. Instead, it was to reassure you.

“Don't be silly. I know where we are” He sounded confident but you watched as his head turned in each and every direction before his eyebrows furrowed together. “Maybe I don’t know where we are”

“Oh god,” You groan, not wanting to go through the process of being ‘rescued’ by the workers.

“It’s ok, let me just search it up on my phone” He didn't let you leave his side as he pulled out his phone. But once again, disappointment struck when he realised he had no service. You tried your own phone, having just as little luck when you saw the empty bars at the top of your screen.

Changbin was always more level-headed than you, and he sensed your growing panic so he needed to act quickly. He took your hands, standing in front of you. “Y/N look at me” Meeting his eyes, you tried not to tear up, embarrassed about how easily upset you got. “We are ok. We’re not lost in some creepy forest, we're on a farm. Worst case scenario, they notice we're not back by the time they close and they’ll send someone out to find us”

“Worst case scenario is we die!” You know you're being dramatic but as your breathing gets heavier you can’t help it, the first tear rolling down your cheek. The creature you’re convinced you saw earlier passes through your mind.

“Y/N!” He whines, pouting his lips. “That won’t happen, I got you”

“Promise?” You give in to his hope, lip wobbling until he places a gentle kiss.

“I promise” He doesn’t dwell on the serious stuff for long, not wanting to upset you. “As I said, it's on a farm. If we walk far enough in one direction we’ll find the exit”

You rub your sleeve against your cheek, wiping off any stray tears. “Which way do we go then?”

He thinks for a moment, before starting to hum the track of a familiar sound. Placing his hands on your waist and rocking you back and forth. You laugh at his antics, the snow falling between your faces makes this feel like a scene from a romance movie. Something you had dreamed of doing with a lover on Christmas was now coming true.

You stay like that for a moment, holding each other with the biggest smile on your face. He soon removes his hands, holding one out for you to grab. You can’t feel his skin with the gloves the both of you wear, but you've held it so many times you can imagine. Holding your hand over your head, he spins you. Continuing to hum as he lets you drop back into his arms.

You’re facing a whole other direction by the time you’ve stopped twirling, you remain in his arms, looking up at him as he supports you. You break eye contact, pointing towards the new direction you're facing. “That way”

Changbins' theory of walking in one direction to find an exit had been proven wrong. After hours of trenching through the snow, you were just as deep in the forest as when you had started. Maybe even deeper. All the light had left the sky now, it was pitch black apart from the flashlights from your phones. But even then they were going to die soon. Keeping warm proved a challenge, yes you were wrapped in your winter gear but the snow still chilled you through to the bones. You felt them squeaking against your muscles with every step.

“Binnie?” Your voice was weak, you felt small against the world and needed to hide against his arm.

“Y/N” His voice was just as small and defeated as you. He stops, leaning into your touch. You spoke to him looking for reassurance. He always made you feel better, made you see the good in a bad situation. But as he spoke, you knew there was no hope left in him either. “What do we do?”

It was your time to be the strong one, he needed guidance and as much as you wanted to break down. You had to be there for him, the way he was always there for you. “Should we stop?”

He nods, taking a breath and slowing his steps. There are spots under the trees where no snow has fallen, protected by the leaves above. But the ground is still wet and frozen. The two of you opt to squat and lean against the trunk. Although it's not the most comfortable, your legs ache and any form of relief is welcomed. You stare at Changbin, head resting on the tree just as he does. His eyes search for any hope that you may have, but just like him, you're empty. Drained of any emotion.

“What’s the plan?” You finally speak, breaking the comfortable silence that comes with being by Changbin.

“I guess-” As he begins to speak, a deep roar comes from somewhere near you. It's a brutal sound, making the both of you jump to your feet. Panic eating you alive. Incivility you hold onto Changbins hand.

Loud footsteps make the ground shake as whatever makes the noise heads your way. Realistically, you could run. It's a big enough place you could lose whatever was coming. But both of you are frozen. Your heart sinks as the creature finally comes into view, the same one you saw earlier in the day. As it makes its way towards you, you get a better view. Their skin is pale, almost white from the lack of sun. Although it walks on all fours, it resembles something of a human, but from years of abuse from the forest, its skin as bones. But not human bones, each and every point on the thing is long and extended. You can barely comprehend what you're seeing as it gets closer and more details to come to light. It has a human face, mouth tore open and eyes deep, but human nonetheless. Despite all the uncanny features, the detail that is most familiar to you is the one that scares you the most.

Around the red and irritated neck of this beast is a gold chain that holds a bright red gem. Something Changbin had gifted you last Christmas, something you had never taken off. You look down and find your necklace still in place. But why is this thing wearing a matching one?

You don’t know if Changbin has noticed this, but even if he has he's in too much of a hurry to leave. He grips your hand tighter and begins running. You're grateful he's able to make the first move getting out of here. But you two are not the only ones trying to escape. You don’t dare to look back, hearing the loud thumping come back. This time faster and closer.

You try your best to keep up with Changbin, your legs going as fast as they can despite the burning. Any discomfort you felt earlier is replaced with the need to survive. But your body can’t keep up with your mind and you feel your legs give out under you. A sharp pain shoots through your leg as you feel your ankle twist. You lose your grip on Changbin and he continues forward for a moment before noticing your absence. Looking up and behind you, you see the creature run between the trees, almost at your feet now.

“Just go!” You yell at Changbin, struggling against the cold to stand. But he doesn’t listen, turning around and grabbing your arm.

“I’m not leaving you!” He screams in your face, tears pouring down his. He tries to pull you up but your legs aren't cooperating. If Changbin wants to survive, he needs to leave you now. Through sobs, you beg for him to go, trying your hardest to stand despite your chances.

Before you can get another word out, Changbin goes flying away from your side. A flash goes past your head as the creature follows. Your scream is almost deafening as you watch the snow soak red. The creature lurks over Changbins unmoving body, completely ignoring your cries for it to leave him alone. Despite only being a few metres in front of you, you struggle to crawl through the snow to get to him.

Eventually, the creature looks up and directly at you, blood soaks its mouth, blood that has been ripped from the stomach of the one you love the most. Despite this, the most disturbing part is the recognition of the creature's face. It’s like looking directly into a mirror. Tears brim your eyes and you give up. Wishing for death so you don’t have to deal with the pain of losing Changbin. Once you hear the crunching of snow you brace yourself for what should be your final moments. But once you open your eyes again, you’re alone. The creature simply disappears out of sight.

In front of you still lies Changbin, or what remains of him. His torso is ripped to shed, his blood melting the snow around him and revealing the soft grass underneath. Finally being able to move, you make your way to him.

Looking down at his face, he’s just as beautiful as ever, even more, peaceful than how you saw him last. But you can’t help the build-up of sorrow in your chest and soon you’re sobbing again. The mouth opens as tears rip through your body. You manage to look at him once again, seeing your tears fall onto him. Wiping them away, you begin to beg again. “Changbin you can’t leave me. Please! You promised!”

No response.

“Please god, this can’t be happening. I need him, I-I can’t do this. It isn't fair!” After what felt like a lifetime of begging, you've run out of tears. The cold numbs your skin and freezes your heart. It’s harder to walk now, but you say your goodbyes and start to walk again. determined to make it out of this. Determined to survive.

But walking becomes your life. You’re walking in loops for days, months, or years? You lost track. The snow never stopped but neither did your legs. You wore through your shoes, soon walking on your bare feet. The snow froze them, breaking down your skin until you were walking on the bone. You grew used to the pain, growing stronger from it. With constant snow came no sun, draining you of any colour and any life you had. With no energy, it became more effective to walk on your hands as well. But the same treatment happens, breaking your skin and building up your bones.

You were a shell of what you once were, but the pain ate you alive. Nothing was more excruciating than watching your lover die. Not the cold, not the bleeding or the blisters. Nothing. You would walk on forever, breaking your bones before you would ever wish anyone to experience the pain you did.

So when you saw your younger self standing in line, you watched on from the tree line. Begging for attention from who you once were. A warning not to come any closer. But just as the first time, you were too distracted by love to know any better.

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octoarchontes · 2 years

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Masterlist : 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 ⌛

Genre: Horror

wc: 8,098

Warning: cursing and blood

Chapter I

𝙾𝚖𝚎𝚗.𝚗𝚎𝚖𝙾

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Everyone knew who he was. He was just a librarian. The emblematic sort of librarian who always kept to himself within the old comforts of the library walls. The sort who would prefer the companionship of clustered parchment and leathered canvases over the latest craze of contemporary devices.

Librarians were considered boring, they were stringent, they were placid, overall, there was no argument that students would better prefer anything but their sort. At least that’s how librarians were discerned as, how he was assumed to be at first.

However, he was just a little more than that. One considering factor that diverted his image from the former librarians in the school was his appearance. His attractive features earned him the ‘hot librarian’ title, as by now it might as well be an ingrained description in his profiles.

He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks, which for the most part was proven to be true. And he was already used to it, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Of course, the blush that accompanied it was a dead giveaway. It didn't help that he was so modest with it either, it made the girls fall for him all the more.

He wasn’t garrulous nor long-winded, but he wasn’t the kind of man to be of few words either. He was amiable in most cases, the one who would take the initiative to approach others. And his way with words revealed how articulated and affable his nature was. No one passed up a conversation if there was ever a chance, the students found comfort in talking to him. It was easy for people to ask him for advice, and there was no hesitation in talking about their deepest, darkest secrets even. He was that kind of character after all.

People never found it weird to confide in him, never doubted his intentions, rather, they were at ease within his presence. And somehow conversing with him would always lead to a tête-à-tête. Despite all of that though, there was one strange thing about him. Sure he had some connections with students of various years, a charming student for the teachers but no one was really close to him.

He knew about them, but they didn’t know much about him.

They have just known him as the hot librarian, cool senior, or a friend perhaps—or assumed to be, but no one had ever seen anything but the saccharine side of him. He never was angry, never was dismal, never was overly jubilant. Just the same benign smile playing on his lips as though it was the only emotion he knows how to display. He was easy to remember just as how he was easy to forget.

So it never really came to be odd nor bizarre for the student population to not notice he had gone missing for days already. It was only when he hadn’t come for his fourth shift working as a librarian that the director of the library had asked for his whereabouts. The students proposed no clue as to where he was, or what he was doing. He would only usually reside in the library, or be seen feeding the campus cat behind the church if not.

And he wasn’t in either of those places. His classmates, roommates, friends, and relatives even, addressed the same answer as the others: No, we haven’t seen him, they said. It was only after questioning most of the entire school populace of students and professors alike, and with the always response of indifference, that he was officially declared missing.

After the declaration of his disappearance, the police were fast to respond as a few groups of investigators gathered. Throughout that night, police cars were parked just outside the Great gate. This kind of missing case wouldn’t have garnered much attention if it was the usual. People going missing occur daily after all.

However, this involved the prestigious school with a long-winded and untainted, rich history. Its students were commonly children from those of importance, or keenly intelligent. In simple words, the elite of the elites. Children who were seemingly favoured, were born with outstanding wealth and capacity for knowledge gathered in this school. Boasting of its former students that included Nobel Prize winners, Prime Ministers, renounced scientists, artists, and leaders in businesses and industries. A student missing from their supervision would prove to damage their reputation.

The school had only intended for the investigation in low profile, but the apparent interest of traducers had proven it difficult otherwise. The media was quick to catch up and soon his face was strewn across the local news and through various covers of the newspapers, with big captions labelled as ‘A Student From the Distinguished Academy of Yellowwood Suddenly Went Missing ’. For the next few days, this would spread like wildfire and would be the gossip of the town.

Usually, only those with close connections to the missing person would be interviewed by the police. However, he had no one he was particularly close to, even within the students’ perspectives, he had no one who he would consider as close friends. The police had already interviewed his roommates, his professors, parents, and possible eyewitnesses.

Felix somehow found himself a part of the interviewee and was currently situated on a comfortable inclined chair.

Nov. 05 19XX, Wednesday, 3:32 P.M.

They were located in one of the many private rooms the dorm provided for students in case they wanted a room to study or simply lounge in. Although that is how outsiders viewed it. The students would call it the ‘ Make-out rooms ’ since it was partially a small room with only—all the corporate taste for opulent items—two large sofas, across from each other with a bean bag beside each. A normal person would beg to differ however, it was definitely not small.

Felix surveyed the place, eyes lingering on the furniture and decorative pieces as if it was his first time arriving again. The room is sparse on the usual ornate detailing, more geometrical than classical. The new dorm’s concept was purposed to be modernistic and new-fashioned in contrast to the old dorm which mainly adorned the Victorian and classic look.

Felix scanned for a personal touch, something that doesn't suggest a hired designer chose it. Nothing. The floor is polished, the walls ivory and the furniture he was sure is from a high-end Scandinavian designer, but the name escapes him for the moment. Minimalistic yet exquisite paintings hung from the rich, bright walls. The window panes glistened as it allowed a lot of light through, it didn’t appear blackened as it did from the outside, it was crystal clear with the most stunning panorama of the verdant court, and with the buildings in the New Court in full view. The trees that encompassed their college campus were like the ones on his father's miniature train table. The white curtains are linen—the kind of white that is untouched by hands and devoid of dust—and fluttered slightly from the wind that circulated inside.

Felix involuntarily shivered.

There are flowers, beautiful, the perfect shade of orange to compliment the pale hues and creams. On closer inspection, their stamens have been pulled to prevent even the pollen from disturbing the perfect sheen on the pedestal tables.

Felix was brought out of his deliberate thoughts by the sound of soft clicks of heels hitting the marble floor. He had failed to realise how one of his arms hugged the span of his torso and how he agitatedly picked on the skin of his chapped lips with the other. He felt a wave of anxiety hit him the moment the door closed after a woman and a man sauntered in.

Felix resorted to clasping and unclasping his hands instead when he realised his nervous antics. The woman paused for a while, taking in his details, before taking a seat on the sofa across from him.

“Hello there, my name is Inspector Tennison from the Knot Creek, District 9 Police Department,” she introduced herself paired with an amicable smile, the most her tired facial muscles could provide. And with a swift movement, reached from under her pocket to flash her badge.

She was a woman close to her late 30s, Felix concluded. Her long dark hair was swept into an up-do and her make-up was well applied. Even in twenty years, she'd look much the same save for a few fine smile lines and crow's feet as she approached middle age. Smartly dressed, however, casual as possible her profession would permit.

“-And that’s officer Morvay,” she indicated with the tilt of her head to the man standing beside the door. Felix shifted his eyes from her to the man and gave a nod of acknowledgment.

“Lee Felix I presume?” she extended a hand. The hand she offered to shake was manicured to perfection, her bright, red painted nails a startling contrast to her tanned skin. Making her hand already seem more old and gray than it already was. Felix returned the gesture and shook her hand with the gentlest squeeze.

“Right, that’ll be me,” he politely responded. “Nice to meet you.”

“Well, pleasure’s all mine. You don’t need to be so nervous, we’re just going to ask some questions,” she chuckled when she noticed the way he anxiously averted his eyes and the way he bounced his knees.

Felix tried to smile but a twitch was all he managed as he refocused on the woman from across him. Looking his way just as friendly as a kindly relative, yet still, his insides contracted like the air was an arctic flow. This was about him, wasn’t it? He thought, the missing librarian.

“I’m going to ask you about the boy who disappeared,” she clarified.

“Apparently you were the last one who came into contact with him before he went missing,” Tennison examined the boy’s features. Gouging out the slightest shuffled movements and subtle indicating actions.

“Ah, is that so? I-I didn’t know,” Felix internally grimaced when he choked on air, causing him to stutter. He cleared his throat inaudibly, swallowed, and then continued, “Mate’s at the library last time I saw him.”

Tennison nodded, already writing in her small journal that Felix hadn’t realised she had taken out. The inspector was serene as she worked, one part of her brain on her notes and the rest connecting things out with the information Felix was stating that only her inner eyes could witness. It was there in the rhythm of her movements, tapped out in the way her pen choreographed itself over the pages.

“How are you related to him? Are you his friend?” she asked almost robotically as though she had already asked the questions numerous times—which no doubt she did.

“Less of a friend, more of an acquaintance?” even Felix himself was confused by his own answer. And he just realised how he knew absolutely nothing about the missing boy. Tennison only let out a hum of approval, Felix’s eyes darted to her notes for a brief moment, making out a another one scribbled from under his name.

“We just pass by each other in the hallways. Sometimes have a conversation with him in the library, but that’s all..” Felix gave out a detached shrug and as if expecting his kind of answer, Tennison asked another question the moment he finished his words.

“Do you know someone who might have some kind of hostility against him?”

“No, I don’t know. He was friendly to everyone, knows a lot of people, but isn’t particularly close to anyone either,” suddenly his gaze went somewhere far beyond her shoulders. Submerged in his own thoughts.

“Well, when you last saw him was he expressing some kind of concern or somehow a problem? Afraid perhaps?” Tennison inquired with narrowed eyes, although she tried to act attentively, she had already predicted his answer. Considering how the others she had formerly interviewed had also responded with something along the lines of he was as usual.

“He didn’t look like it. He was looking the same as usual, smiling.” Bingo, Tennison humorlessly thought.

If this was how it would continue, then this case would be as good as a cold one. There was little to no evidence, no eyewitnesses, and the missing boy had almost no way to contact. By now, Tennison had concluded that the boy had voluntarily disappeared. She shook her head in disappointment, Kids these days. Especially silver-spooned kids who only knew how to flaunt their wealth and authority. Tennison had already had her fair share of this kind of case throughout her seven years of career, and it would be a lie to say that she wasn’t annoyed.

The trope was simple, their parents would appeal to the public to showcase how worried they were when in reality they couldn’t have cared less. The boy might have just wanted to run away from his overbearing parents, this was no old news for students born of high expectations. When he finally runs out of money, also because people of their calibre are ignorant of how the outside world works—outside the convenience of their undoubted indulged life. He would continue on how much his spoiled naivety could get him before finally returning with pathetic realisations and case closed.

Why waste my time then? What Tennison hadn’t known was that the case was anything but that. Felix heard the fatigued, more of an upset, sigh that came from the woman in front of him and he tilted his head. Tennison cleared her throat when she noticed the boy waiting—staring.

“Do you have any possible thoughts as to where he might have gone? Or why did he go missing?” she continued. Not even bothering to hide the lack of interest she had for his response as she devoted her time instead to doodling the corners of her notes. Felix frowned, the former nervousness he displayed was replaced with a ridiculed expression. However, he caught himself before Tennison shifted her attention, after being seemingly satisfied with her illustrative skills, to him.

“No, I only meet him either in the library or the hallways. I can’t think of any other places where he might go,” he answered, lowly.

“I see, according to another student. He was the one who called for you. Can you tell me why?” Tennison continued with her indifferent inquiry, failing to notice the sudden change in mood of the boy. Even if she did, she chose to ignore it.

“Uhm, sure. He called for me because he wanted me to give Jeongin the tape he found while working...Ah! But I guess he said some weird things,” Felix's eyes flashed for a moment when he remembered the details from his last conversation with the missing boy. His brief outburst caught Tennison’s attention as she refocused her gaze on the boy.

“Oh?” now this was something new. “Jeongin?”

“Ah, a friend of mine.”

“And why do you say the missing boy had said something strange?” Tennison’s curiosity was suddenly piqued by the revelation.

“In my last conversation with him, I don’t know if it was a coincidence or not. But he acted as if he knew he was going to be missing,” he scrunched his nose and unknowingly started to bite his lower lip. Tennison seemed to have been lost within her thoughts considering the moment of silence that yawned between them. When she finally regained her senses, she looked at Felix again.

“Can you elaborate on the conversation you had with the boy if you don’t mind?” she demanded. If he didn’t know better it would seem as if the inspector had always been passionate with her questioning how her eyes finally seemed to sparkle and how an unhidden enthusiasm was impressed on her face. Eager and listening, like a keen beagle.

“Sure,” Felix was hesitant at first, however soon words kept rolling out his tongue. He would tell this story a hundred times in the weeks and months to come under official and unofficial circumstances. He will tweak it occasionally, leave some details out—seemingly just because he was too lazy to tell it again, or maybe because he just simply forgot. He’ll either inflate it, out of pure naive gaiety or iron it down, depending.

However, the event that had really happened has lodged itself tightly in the back of his mind. Uncomfortable in his head as it continued winding itself through his thoughts on a continuous loop, unfurling in his dreams. He didn’t know where to begin so prompted instead to start on the events he could clearly remember.

He recalled briefly how the evening had already darkened when he was running through the hallways. Ignoring the rebuking scoldings from passing professors or members of the disciplinary committee as he ran past them with an insincere apology. He had just gotten out of his club and was already drenched with sweat. Opting to just take a bath when he got to the dorm instead of their usual routine of rinsing in the shower room just designed for the fencing club.

His mind was too driven with the intention to study for the test his class would have tomorrow. He intended to go to the library the moment he finished his club, the problem was that fencing took a while longer than customary so he hurried just as how the sun seemed to chase the horizon. There was a curfew to follow after all, and he only hoped that he’d have enough time to cram a month’s worth of lessons in the few hours to spare. A student had also called for him before he went to the club, stating that the librarian was asking for him. So Felix was left to wonder what he wanted with him, and this was another thought that busied his mind.

When he finally reached the doors that led to the library, he found the moment to catch up with his breath. Felix wiped out the beads of sweat that trailed from his forehead to his jaw with the cuffs of his sleeves. He pushed open the heavy swing door and went into a room with a tiled chessboard floor and about fifty shelves fanning out from a central reception area. Six or seven people were sitting at tables, studying. A boy in a thickly knitted sweater was reading a book titled Dear a Deer’s Death from beyond the counter.

“Whaddya’ call me for?!” Felix yelled from the entrance—which earned a few cursory glares from the library’s inhabitants—directing his question to the boy currently engrossed with his reading as he casually ambled his way towards him.

“Hello to you too Felix,” he smiled, lifting his eyes from the printed paper to look at the newly arrived boy. “And next time try to be a little quieter, we’re inside a library after all.” Felix only shot him a dubious look and snickered.

“Mate, why are you actin’ like a librarian all of the sudden?”

“What do you mean?” he gasped, offended, “I AM a librarian.”

“Oh please, I reckon everyone knows you’re only doin’ this job as an excuse to drown yourself with books, not really to be a—” he quoted with his fingers, “—blasted librarian,” Felix rolled his eyes harmlessly as he leaned against the counter.

“Oops, was I that obvious?” the librarian enunciated his statement by feigning a shocked expression, a hand ghosting over his lips strained to a poor of an attempt exclamation. With an unimpressed visage, Felix responded with a laugh that clearly lacked humour. The older smiled.

“Fair enough, moving on, what do you need from me? I still need to study and the library’s gonna close in like...what? four hours?” Felix trailed off, searching for the clock that he had already forgotten where was hung at.

“Two hours and thirty-eight minutes to be exact,” the librarian rectified, blowing some brown locks away from his eyes and Felix cursed under his breath.

How is he supposed to wedge all of the lessons in his head in under three hours? He never studied outside the library, so don’t expect him to study back at the dorm. Felix cupped his face with his hand and dragged them downwards in a dramatic act of grievance. He watched how the librarian momentarily swivelled the chair and crouched in his seat to duck behind the counter.

Felix could hear him open a drawer from below and the sound of paper and leather shuffling. When the librarian seemingly realized that the object he was supposed to give Felix wasn’t there, he frowned. He pivoted within his swivel chair and with the balls of his feet pushed through the opposite direction towards a stack of books in the corner. He started lifting them one by one, leafing through pages and Felix occasionally heard him say where did I put it again? as he continued to ransack the drawers and books.

Felix shook his head, how could he be a librarian if he’s that forgetful? He thought.

“Well, that’s weird I swore I put it somewhere around here,” he mumbled. Felix thought that it would still take a while considering a good, solid 10 minutes had already passed and he still couldn’t find whatever he was searching for. He was about to voice out his complaints when the librarian finally exclaimed.

“There you are!” he maneuvered, still in his seat, towards Felix as he extended out a hand. In which the latter received it with the palm of his hands.

“A cassette?” he asked, baffled. Tracing the outlines of the compact case containing a length of magnetic tape that runs between two small reels.

“Uh huh, your friend left it marked between the book he recently borrowed. Figured he probably forgot it or something,” he elucidated.

“Why not call for Jeongin then?” the librarian merely shrugged, the book he left lying over the counter was in his grasp again.

“I’ve never talked to the boy.” Felix let out a low hum of understanding before finally lifting his arms off the desk.

“Well, if that’s all then I still gotta torture my brains with the pest I call studying so au revoir !” Felix had already turned on his heels when he heard his name being called. He swung his head in response and raised a brow to indicate he was listening.

“I also have a favor to ask.” Felix took notice of how suddenly the librarian’s demeanor had changed. With an unsure pursed smile and fidgeting hand that crumpled the pages of the book under his fingers. Felix wasn’t sure if he was nervous or what, he hadn’t seen him looking so restless before.

“Yeah? No worries, what’s up?” Felix walked back to his prior position at the counter as he waited for the older to speak. Suddenly, as if the librarian’s behavior was contagious, he became nervous too. The nagging part of him, that warned of the time being wasted, was pushed against the back of his head as he directed all of his attention to the librarian’s next words instead.

“Oh it’s no big deal, I just want you to feed Whisky in my stead.”

“Whis-wait what? Who?” Felix let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Who’s Whisky? he thought. It took him a moment to realize who the older was relating to, then he gave a slow blink, “The Campus Cat?”

The librarian genuinely smiled at the mention of the feline, “Yes,” he nodded.

“Holy shit. Mate no! Why d'ya gave it a name?!” Felix shrieked as if the older had done something wrong. The latter had only furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What do you mean why? You call it the Campus Cat, that’s worse if you ask me. It needs a proper name,” the librarian simply said.

“Touché , but s’not the point. Problem is you’ll get atta-” Felix couldn’t even finish his sentence when the librarian interjected.

“Can’t you? This is my first time asking a favor from you, so please?” he pleaded. Felix remained still with his movements, mouth still partially open. It was the heavy sigh that escaped his lips that had indicated his defeat—that he didn't even know why there was a reason to feel lost.

“Fine, no drama,” he spat out. “But why? You goin’ somewhere?” Felix wasn’t particularly that curious, it was just the first thing that came into his mind when the librarian had asked for the favor.

Something flashed beneath the surface of the librarian’s hardened expression and Felix noticed the sudden shift. However he was too late, the emotion had disappeared before he could identify it. Like reaching desperately for an escaped balloon; the string dangling so tantalizingly close but the wind pushed it away and it's lost forever.

“Who knows? I might just suddenly disappear…like magic,” the librarian laughed with a cock of his head and Felix had overlooked the way how the laughter hadn’t quite reached his eyes. Felix blew a derogatory raspberry and scoffed.

“All the reading finally screwed with the way you think. I’m warning you mate, before you go mad stop immersing yourself with fairytales,” he mimicked with his fingers as he twirled them beside his head, lips in a mock grouch. The librarian inclined an elbow against the mahogany desk, he merely smiled in return as his chin rested on the palm of his hand.

“In your dreams perhaps?” he rebutted. Felix grumbled and slackened his shoulders, He’s hopeless, he thought. With a look of pity directed at the older, Felix continued walking, remembering his initial purpose in going to the library in the first place. “Oh, and Felix?” the librarian called out.

“Yep?” Felix turned around again.

“Most people don't know that the real reason librarians make you be quiet is so they can hear if the ghosts are awake. So next time— and I mean it,” no more words were needed as the librarian placed a finger on his lips. Felix gave him a puzzled look. He already lost the plot, he thought but nonetheless nodded.

“Take care Felix,” was the last thing he heard that departed from the librarian’s mouth.

Felix responded back with a wave of his own before finally turning his back. He hadn’t noticed how the librarian’s expression fell. His clouded eyes continued to linger on his figure until he watched Felix vanish behind the bookshelves, before finally resuming his reading. What the librarian had not realized, however, was that he was just reading the same phrase over and over again. The words never seemed to register as his thoughts went astray.

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“Well, I guess it might be just a coincidence after all,” Felix suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. Tennison only let out a low hum.

“It seems that way,” she nodded. “Does he always talk like that?”

“Talk like what?” Felix raised a brow.

“Hmm, he didn’t answer your question when you asked him if he was going somewhere,” Tennison began to tap the notes with the pen curled on her fingers and Felix observed how the dotted blots had formed an image akin to the night sky.

“Yea...? I guess? He’s pretty much,” the word had played on Felix’s tongue before finally voicing, “.. .enigmatic .” If Tennison's former inference had still seeded the benefit of the doubt, this has only confirmed her assumption.

“Are you sure he didn’t say anything to you?” Tennison’s tone was almost accusing, and Felix wasn’t fond of it, though he did not show it on his face as he remained impassive.

“About what?” he asked with the tilt of his head.

“Did he have any complications concerning the school? Has he ever been bullied?” she continued.

“No,” Felix shook his head, “---well at least I haven’t seen anyone do.” The thought of someone possibly hurting the librarian felt unpleasant for Felix to think about. That’s impossible, he frowned, he’s not that type of person to be bullied.

“Then,” she let out a heavy disgruntled sigh, “had he ever posed symptoms of some kind of mental complications, such as depression?”

“ No. I already told you, he’s not that kind of person,” Felix defended. The inspector’s persistent yet seemingly careless behavior began to confuse and disturb him. This woman’s getting on my nerves, he internally admitted.

“Do you, perhaps, know anything about his family circumstances?”

“What? No...why are you asking me that?” Felix had begun to feel uneasy, although he hadn't realized it, he didn’t like where the conversation was heading. Tennison nodded again, ignoring his question as she scribbled something in her notes that Felix wasn’t able to catch.

“Are you sure he didn’t have any problem that would compel him to lea—”

“You’re talking as if he had run away,” Felix interjected, feeling that the inspector’s questions were being too repetitive. Tennison suddenly found herself being insulted by the boy cutting off her words. But she willed the growing impatience away by reminding herself that she was conversing with an ignorant kid.

“Well, considering the fact that he simply disappeared with little to no evidence, no contacts, we’re kind of leaning in that direction.”

“No! He didn’t!” Felix persisted, not knowing why he felt the need to change the conclusion the inspector had in mind. “I already told you before—that he wasn’t that type of person!” he was practically yelling by this point, with brows knitted and veins on his neck threatening to burst. An uncalled emotion boiled from beneath his chest, riddling not only him but also the other occupants in the room.

“Then are you telling me he got what? Spirited away?” Tennison chided, half-sardonically joking and half-determined to prove the boy wrong. “Why are you so hellbent on saying he didn’t run away? Do you really don’t know anything?” Tennison’s brows were already formed into a scowl, and Felix perceived the underlying implications in her words. He found himself shrinking under her accusatory gaze and was rendered tongue-tied.

There was a nagging sense of comprehension that formed in his head, some sort of certainty that he couldn’t quite explain. He was convinced, however, that despite the nebulous case of nerves he was feeling that whatever’s happening was anything but, that can be just concluded as a simple runaway. It involved something deeper, something more intricate, and something more... terrifying.

After remaining unnoticed for so long, Morvay had finally uttered a word as he called for Tennison from the corner of the room. The inspector cleared her throat out of embarrassment, leaning back at the sofa again after realizing she had almost pushed herself to the edge of the seat. She momentarily admonished herself for being aggravated by the boy. Tennison knew for a fact that she was correct considering she had more experience than Felix, who was no more than just a student. After finally calming down, she spoke again.

“Kid, listen, people don’t just simply disappear, if he presumably had been kidnapped then there would always be evidence left behind. Children like yourself are only kidnapped in exchange for ransom and seeing that we haven’t gotten any call…” she paused, slowly voicing the words as though Felix was a preschooler, and making sure that the boy was listening in carefully, “I suppose he wasn’t . That only contributes to the fact that he had run away .”

Felix wanted to argue back that he didn’t. But knowing better, he refrained himself from doing so. The inspector was already tenacious and steadfast on her mind and Felix wouldn’t desire to misuse his time with futile arguments. He stayed muted throughout the rest of the inspector’s explanation. When Tennison had noticed the silent war of nerves, she gave a tight smile, her eyes mirroring the boy’s vexed ones. She closed her notes with a loud thump and proceeded to stand from her seat.

“That concludes our interview Mr. Lee, thank you for lending us your time,” Tennison had always said those words as customary to show appreciation for the people who gave their time to answer her questions.

However, the condescending mumble of you should be from the boy only served as a reminder of how considerable her resentment is directed toward people like Felix. And she convinced herself not to even utter a word of gratitude under their presence next time.

Tennison turned on her heels and left the room, not even sparing a glance at her companion as she passed by him. Morvay tipped his hat as he nodded and Felix only stared at him before he, too, walked out of the room.

Felix's eyes lingered at the closed door, not really thinking about anything. He didn’t know how many minutes had passed but when he finally recovered from his trance, he stood up with a stretch. Felix strode towards the window and shut it closed, the wind had long since unsettled him. And when he saw two figures exiting the dormitory, he followed them with his eyes until they disappeared into another building. The familiar observance from behind the curtain recollected a memory.

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Oct. 30 19XX, Thursday, 8:30 P.M.

“Why do you always go out?”

The librarian accidentally dropped the set of keys he was holding intended to lock the library doors, he reached for it in reflex but failed to catch it as the clinking of metal collided against the floor—reverberating across the now empty hall. Felix was surprised when he heard him swear under his breath. The librarian turned his head towards him with a reprimanding glance. It was already night and the students have already retreated back to their dorms.

“Felix you scared me!” he grumbled. He was about to crouch down in order to retrieve the fallen keys, but Felix was faster as he picked them up instead by using one of his feet.

A hand was casually resting within his pocket and with the other, caught the keys effortlessly as they were sent thrust in the air. He internally grimaced when he felt the burning cold bite through his skin as the metal came into contact with his palm. And then he handed the keys back to the older with an ever-present sheepish smile playing on his lips.

“Sorry mate, didn’t mean to.” Felix might have purposely crept from behind him with that intention, but what he doesn’t know doesn’t kill him, right? he amusingly thought. The librarian, however, knew better, he only shook his head in dismissal of the mischievous boy’s antics.

“What did you say again?” he asked. With the keys now firmly clutched in his hands, he combed through them to find the specific key—which he couldn’t be bothered to do again if not for the freckled boy almost scaring him to death. When he finally did find it, he settled the key on the lock and turned it clockwise with not a moment’s waste. A satisfying click resounded and the librarian retracted the key before tucking it within his breast pocket.

“Why do you always go out?” Felix repeated, “Ya know, in the dead of the night?” Felix couldn't help but note the apparent stiffening of the librarian’s movements.

“What do you mean?” the librarian nervously chuckled, hands seeming to find themselves fidgeting beside him. Felix let out a triumphant smile, he was making the librarian this nervous. It was quite the feat if Felix might say so himself. He leaned an arm over the older’s shoulder, his face uncomfortably close.

“I'm not as dumb as you think; don't try to pull the wool over my eyes! You don’t need to hide it!” If the librarian thought that Felix’s smile couldn’t get any larger, then he thought wrong. The librarian shuddered when his gaze came into contact with Felix’s. He involuntarily gulped but the strained smile remained on his face.

“Felix, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You know it’s against the rules to go out once curfew,” the librarian gently pushed the boy’s arms off his shoulder as he noticed the latter’s eyes grew a darker shade. The wind suddenly blew, and he felt the cold creep by the nape of his neck.

“So...” Felix rounded his head. His locks of blonde hair—unruly, but perfectly framed his face—slightly fluttered in the process. The blonde hair and vibrant orchid eyes made his feather dusting of a freckles pop against his fair skin even under the dim night lights.

“Who are ya meeting with?” the librarian’s face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. In that instant his skin became greyed, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were as wide as they could stretch. What Felix couldn’t understand was the exaggerated fear that formed on his features.

“Is it...” the librarian was silent as he anticipated Felix’s next words. “Is it Ashley or is it Sophia?” Felix giddily wriggled his brows as he erupted with giggles like a girl.

“What…?” the librarian didn’t know if he was supposed to feel relieved or pity the bemused boy for being so simple-minded. He was relieved nonetheless, as he smacked the boy behind his head, ultimately ending the...creepy, sinister —for the lack of better term to describe Felix’s—laugh. The younger had only shot him a playful glare before cracking into a grin again. He hooted.

“OHH ripper, you little! Look who got a girl! Look who got a girl!” he sing-songed. “Who would have imagined! The librarian? That same man who remained as stoic as a stone even when a girl confesses?” Felix paused to pat the older in his shoulder with a knowing look and raised a thumb.

“What makes you think it’s a girl?” the librarian smirked with an eyebrow raised. Advancing past the stunned boy as he made his way back towards the dorm. A few minutes had passed when he finally heard a shuffle of footsteps follow him.

“Oh, uhm, righto, Shouldn’t have assumed haven’t I? But, wait. I mean—that makes sense? Wa—” Felix was left a stuttering mess as he walked beside the older while flaunting his hands in a kind of apologetic way as he strung words of excuses and self-reflection. The librarian let out a boisterous laugh, and Felix was stunned again. He hadn’t seen him laugh so unreserved before, he would usually just direct a simple, gentle smile. The laugh was just as contagious as a yawn and this time Felix somehow felt accomplished as he laughed with him.

“You’re so amusing,” the librarian swiped a stray tear that formed from his outburst and finally quieted down. During the duration of their walk, Felix somehow felt he had gotten closer to his senior.

He wasn’t that ignorant as to not notice how he seemed to distance himself from the others. Felix would always spot him in the library occasionally talking to others, but most of the time, he was alone, immersed in reading a book. There were more than a few instances when Felix would turn to him for advice or simply because he wanted a conversation partner. He was caring as an older brother, and he felt thankful for that. He hoped that the librarian had also been comfortable with him, so when he asked for a favor, it was unexpected. Felix would have agreed no matter the request in a heartbeat, that’s just how indebted Felix felt towards him.

The walk was short and before Felix knew it they were back at the dorm. He couldn’t help but feel a little dejected at how their conversation would inevitably end. The librarian must have noticed his inner thoughts as he ruffled the younger’s head. Felix beamed him a smile. He pushed the button that indicated upwards and they waited in front of the elevator.

“Well, that was bonzer,” Felix remarked honestly. He turned to the older and winked, “And don’t worry mate I’ll keep your little secret.” The elevator ringed and not a moment later, the steel door opened. Felix was halfway inside when he felt a tug on his wrist. He tilted his head to the librarian.

“Uh…” Felix noticed how the older had bounced on his knees, biting his lips in contemplation. He averted his eyes from Felix’s anticipating ones before finally resettling them back again to him.

“Nothing, goodnight.” The librarian quickly pulled back his hand and inserted them in his pockets instead. Felix gave a confused frown while holding open the elevator doors.

“You’re not comin’?” Felix ransacked his memory to confirm that the older indeed lived a floor above him.

“No,” the librarian shook his head, “I still have some business left to do.”

“Oh, alright. Have a good one then!” Felix slumped back his arms beside him as the elevator door began to close, “See ya later!” he yelled back before the steeled door completely shut, never even having the chance to hear the older’s response.

Later that night, Felix went into the kitchen of his compartment. It might be an odd thing to say, but it had become a habit of his to suddenly wake up, hungry . This was the reason he had found out the librarian had been sneaking out one time when he only intended to eat some cereals. He expected it to be one of the patrol guards considering that it was dead of the night and that no students were allowed out after curfew.

What attracted his attention, however, was the strange, and stealthy actions the figure moved. He’s also not using a flashlight , Felix noticed. Starting from then on, there were various instances when Felix would catch that same silhouette again and he would always watch until it would blend in the darkness where his sight couldn’t make the silhouette out anymore. He never knew who the figure’s identity was until the prior night when his features were caught under lamp light. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t beyond surprised to recognize that it was the librarian.

Felix extended a hand to open the cupboard where the cereals were stocked when he caught something moving in his peripheral vision. His movements stilled and his attention was completely focused from beyond the kitchen window.

How many nights does this make now? he snickered as he shook his head.

Felix continued watching the figure until it stopped just between where his eyes wouldn't be able to perceive anymore. And as if aware that it was being watched, the figure turned towards him. Felix felt his joints harden, a nervous smile faltering from his lips. He couldn’t possibly have known right?

The lights were closed from the inside and the window was designed to appear black from the outside.

Course’ not, Felix shrugged it off, but he couldn’t ignore the erupting goosebumps across his skin. He trained his eyes at the figure as if it would make things any clearer. It was still there, he noted. From the distance he couldn’t surmise whether it was still looking at him so he leaned closer, his nose almost touching the window pane. The silhouette moved and Felix jerked his head. Is, is he wavin—

Thud!

The air is suddenly rented by the sound of a colliding impact. And Felix stumbled away from the window, his legs tangled as he made a pathetic attempt to regain his balance by flailing his hands in the air before finally falling to the floor, quivering.

Tension grew in his face and limbs as his breathing became more rapid, more shallow. A flurry of thoughts accelerated inside his head. Willing them to slow so he could breathe. He felt his heart hammering inside his heaving chest like it belonged to a rabbit running for its skin. Perspiration formed from under his clothes and Felix blinked the blur in his eyes as he refocused his gaze at the window.

It was fractured.

The center of the impact was more protruded, a few shattered fragments already littered the floor like tiny daggers, the moonlight violently shining off them. It spread out like veins and branched like a drunk spider's web before imploding. What grabbed his attention, however, was that something was stuck just between the fissured pane.

The thing that had collided with the window. Felix dared to lean a closer look to ascertain what it was. What he hadn’t expected, however, was it to be— alive .

The crow squawked the moment Felix moved towards it.

“Fuck me dead?!” He stood on his feet and hastily backed off until his hips collided with the counter from behind him. The crow continued thrashing from the window pane.

Ink-stained feathers fluttered in the air as its tarry wings beat the air in an attempt to break free. Its talon scratched off against the window as it shrieked in protest. The crow continued to cry in an almost humanlike language as it became so raucous that Felix was forced to block his ears to prevent the bursting of his eardrums.

The sound sent shivers down his spine.

Its frantic body continued whipping around like some kind of crazed beast until a sickening crunch! resounded from it before quieting. Before Felix’s brain can register the sound of breaking glass, his eyes are shut tight and a million new knives fell softly over his exposed skin.

He froze, all but his heart remaining statue-like on the marble tile. When finally, he allowed his eyelids to flutter open he saw that the ground was stained red, the colour creeping outward among the shards. Felix trailed towards the limp figure of the crow before he closed his eyes again, and turned his head in repulse as his lips pursed thinly.

When he looked once more he saw how a large shard had embedded itself in the crow's neck, almost decapitating it. As the life fluid drained out of its garish red, it twitched for a few seconds. And Felix's stomach knotted as he was forced to watch in horror how it finally slumped. The blood that had flowed so freely from the avulsed neck now lay in pools around the corpse and made the once beauty of the floor ruined by the gore of the crimson. Its dark, beady, and grievous eyes were open, and though it was already dead, seemed to bore into him.

Felix shuddered. When his eyes flickered upwards to examine the broken window, he shivered again. His complexion, a pallid white.

The figure had already disappeared.

Felix wasn’t sure if it was the librarian who he'd seen, he resolved in asking him tomorrow when he might ever pass him by the hallway, or when he comes by the library.

What he couldn’t have possibly known was that it would be the last time he would ever see him.

Maybe it was because he was the one who had last seen him. Or maybe because he had the chance to stop him from going, that Felix had blamed himself. He might have even said he felt responsible when asked for the reason. The librarian was conspicuous with his clues yet Felix wasn’t able to catch any of them.

It was in there, the oddities, the way his eyes always seemed to shift over behind him. In the smiles that didn’t reach his eyes. In the way he nervously bit his lips and fidgeted. It was there in the way he hid his trembling hands in his pockets when he had gripped onto Felix’s wrists just before he went in the elevator. It was there in his face when he settled that it was nothing yet his eyes seemed to plead for him to stay.

The fear.

Felix should have insisted, should have been more firm in stopping him, or better yet, ask about what was troubling him. What was it that he was so afraid of? Felix thought that he would be all right, considering he knew everyone. But that was the mistake.

Everyone had Lee Minho, but Lee Minho had no one.

Felix’s eyes surveyed the court from beyond the window. He was unaware of how the time had passed and the sun had already begun to set on the horizon. He could have prevented his disappearance. He had all the reasons to.

Don’t worry, Felix caressed his abraded knuckles, there was never a day he had failed to punch a wall since his disappearance, I’ll find you.

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⎯ STOCKHOLM. christopher bahng chan

🎧 : bang chan x female reader

TROPE. age gap! au (chan is 37, reader is 18), kidnapper x kidnapped

WORD COUNT. 2.5k

WARNINGS. drinking, mentions of drugs, illegal activities, nineteen-year age gap, kidnapping, reader falls in love with her kidnapper, sadism + masochism

SYNOPSIS. on the morning of january first, y/n wakes up chained to a wall, stripped to her undergarments, and a camera pointed right at her. strangely enough, behind the camera is what looks like a harmless, friendly, incredibly attractive man. as y/n and the mysterious Bang Chan begin to learn more about each other, y/n finds herself succumbing to stockholm syndrome: falling in love with her very own kidnapper

SMUT WARNINGS. sadism + masochism, use of vibrator, some non-con themes, sextape making, overstimulation + edging, corruption kink, exhibitionism, dumbification kink

As your eyes opened, you expected to wake up somewhere you didn't know. You were absolutely wasted the night before - New Year's Eve - and you had been almost one-hundred percent sure you would wake up in someone else's bed. However, you hadn't imagined that you would wake up with shackles around your ankles and wrists, keeping you tight against a concrete wall in a cold room that somewhat resembled your great-grandmother's basement.

You're flabbergasted, to say the last. In all of your years getting drunk and fucking random people, you had never been kidnapped. And either this guy was really fucking kinky, or you had been kidnapped.

You suspect the latter, seeing the tape recorder set up on a tripod in front of you, facing you. As you survey your surroundings, you also take in your attire - completely nude, spare for your lacy white bra and matching panties, complete with a small white bow.

"Morning."

You look up, startled at the handsome guy that you hadn't noticed enter the room.

"Y/N, right? I'm not sure I caught your name last night."

You vaguely remember his face as one of the guys you had danced with the night before, letting him grind up against you and grope your body to the beat of the music. You nod at him.

"Do you know why you're here, Y/N?"

You shake your head, staying silent.

"I find you quite beautiful, actually." The man has a thick Australian accent, one you're sure you remember from the party. "Really, a work of art. An ass to kill for, and apparently, unmatched intelligence."

"That's just a rumor," you say finally.

"Ahhhh, she speaks. You have such a pretty voice, sweetie." He sends you a dimpled smile. "I really don't think it is, though. Your IQ is three higher than that of Albert Einstein. Do you know what that means, sweetheart?"

You watch him, waiting for an answer.

"It means you are a certified genius." The man's smile drops. "This is why you've peaked my interest."

"'Cause I'm good at taking tests?" you ask softly.

He shakes his head. "Much more than that. I want to pick your brain apart, pretty girl. I wanna find out what makes you tick." Then, he smiles again, wickedly. "But more than that, I want to humiliate and violate you in ways you wouldn't have thought possible."

So that's what he is, you think to yourself. A psycho with a god complex.

"Do you think I can do that?" he asks.

"Do what?"

"Everything I just said."

"Yes I do."

He tilts his head at me. "Giving in so easy?"

"What else should I do?"

He moves closer to you, taking your chin in his hand and examining your face. "I suppose you're right."

You watch him, utterly stunned at how fucking exquisite your kidnapper's appearance is.

He backs away from you now, moving behind the tape recorder. He repositions it so that it's trained on you, then turns the viewing component of it so that you can see yourself, dangling helplessly and half-naked from the wall. "I'm going to start, yes?"

You nod slowly. You know that fighting whatever this man was about to do to you would be futile, so you waited and watched, eyelashes fluttering.

He retrieves a knife from a table of dangerous-looking utensils off to your left, returning to you.

"What should I call you?" you ask him suddenly, dreading the feel of the knife tracing your skin.

"Chris," he says simply. "In Korea, they call me Chan. Here they call me Chris."

"Chris? Or Chan? Which do you prefer?"

He tilts his head, as if puzzled by the question. "I'm not sure."

"I like Chan. It suits your face."

"Does it now?"

You nod, humming a "yes."

Chan's lips quirk up in a half-smile, and you find yourself smiling back. "First things first," he says after a moment, "I need to mark you."

"Mark me?"

He nods. "It won't hurt long, love." He moves around you, to your left side, and grasps your thigh gently. You bite back a gasp, watching as he lifts the knife. It's digging into your skin before you can protest, drawing a thin line of scarlet over the plush skin. You register in your mind it hurts, but it fascinates you to watch, taking your thoughts off the pain and onto the beauty of the letters that he's now carved into your leg. B.C., in small, pretty writing right in the middle of your thigh.

"Painful?" he asks, moving back to the table to the side and retrieving some sort of paper towel, returning to you and gently dabbing at the blood.

You blink. "A little."

"You didn't scream," he says.

"I didn't."

"I wish you would have."

"Would you like me to now?"

"No, sweetheart, don't force it."

You're surprised at how easy this conversation comes to you. This man just cut his initials into your thigh, and all you could think about were his pretty dimples and crinkly eyes.

"Where are you from?" you ask.

Chan looks up at you. "You baffle me," he says, examining you. Then, "I was born in Seoul, but I grew up in Sydney." He pauses. "You?"

You tell him where you were born, surprised at how intently he listened to you.

"I like hearing you speak," he says. "Your voice is beautiful."

You stay quiet, unsure what to think.

"I bet your screams would be beautiful too." A mischievous expression flits across his face. "You know what I bet would be the most beautiful of all?" He leans in close to you, so that his lips are right next to your ear. "Your moans."

You blink dumbly up at him.

"Look at you." He cradles your cheek in his hand, watching you with a bittersweet expression. "Intelligence already crumbling. I thought you'd last longer, sweetie."

You're tongue-tied, both disgusted and turned on by the sadistic words.

He pats your cheek once, twice, then turns away. "I'll be back later to bring you dinner, and a fun little toy."

"What am I supposed to do until then?" you ask quickly, desperate for him not to leave you. As much as you don't want to be down here with him, you even less want to be down here without him.

He shrugs. "You'll find something." Then he pauses. "Actually . . . would you like your toy early, hmm?"

You nod slowly. Chan retreats from the room, returning a few minutes later with a white box. He opens it, inside awaiting what looked like a vibrator. Nope, scratch that, it was a vibrator.

You swallow, looking at it, and Chan grins at you. "The best form of torture is too much pleasure, don't you agree, sweetie?"

You swallow hard, finding yourself nodding nervously.

Chan moves back over to you, stepping gracefully, and smiles. "For the next three hours, this is going to be attached directly to your clit."

You only stare at him.

He begins by removing your panties, then your bra, leaving you completely bare for him, and for the tape recorder.

"Pretty pussy," he mumbles, as though to himself. He leans forward, using one finger to spread your lower lips and another to prod around your private area, poking gently into your hole, then around your clit. Finally, he stops, bringing up the vibrator and configuring it so that the head stayed directly on your clit. He gently turns it on, watching as you gasp a little.

"Three hours," he says, tapping his wrist, then turning the vibrator to the highest setting. "I'll see you, pretty girl."

The moment the door is closed, unable to bite back the noises produced from this torturous device.

Three hours later, you've passed out four times, came at least twenty, and are shaking, dripping sweat, and sobbing. Your clit burns with too many sensations, and your stomach convulses violently with every buzz being emitted into your core.

When Chan reenters the room, he carries with him a plate of food. He sets it down quickly upon seeing your ragged state, mouth open slightly as he watches you.

You hardly notice him enter, buzzing with too many sensations. You only snap back to reality when you hear a shutter flick in front of you, and you find that he's taken a Polaroid photo of you.

He stays silent, listening to you whimper as the film develops. When it's complete, he turns off the vibrator, and you slump in your shackles. You feel him unlock your ankles, then your wrists, and you drop to your knees on the floor, still shaking vigorously.

Chan kneels beside you, brushing your hair from your face and soothingly thumbing your cheek. "Tired?"

You nod.

"Too tired to eat?"

You nod again.

"No you're not." He stands, retrieving the plate of food he brought with him. On it is what looks like a rather appetizing piece of chicken, salad, and small bowl of pasta. "Eat."

"What if I don't want to?"

"I'll force feed it to you."

You can't tell if he's joking, so you shakily take a bite. You struggle as you pick up your fork, and Chan takes it from you exasperatedly. "Let me," he says. He gathers a bit of salad on the fork, taps your jaw for you to open your mouth, and puts it in. You close your mouth, letting the lettuce fall onto your tongue, eyes locked with his.

"I'm sorry," you find yourself saying.

"Why?"

"I'm shaking."

"That's not your fault, is it?"

You shake your head.

"Then why are you sorry? Hmm?"

You shrug as he puts another bite of salad in your mouth.

The two of you stay silent for the rest of the meal. That night, he doesn't reshackle you, but locks the door behind him. The next day, he returns. At least, you assume it's the next day. You're not sure how much time has passed since you've woken up in this dank room. He'll come for a few hours in the morning, then leave for a few hours, then return for a few more. Each time he returns, he asks about you. As if he truly wants to get to know you, instead of killing you. He continues torturous ministrations, destroying your body and your mind in one. And somehow, you hardly mind.

Finally, on the evening of what you can guess is the ninth day, he returns as usual, bringing with him a meal.

He watches you eat, tongue in his cheek. "I'd like to bring you upstairs today."

You pause to stare at him. "Up . . . upstairs?"

He nods. "You should shower, before you stink any more."

You look down. "It's not exactly that sanitary down here."

"I'm well aware. That's why I'm bringing you up. I quite like you, honestly. So I'd like to propose to you an offer."

"An offer?"

"An offer. An exchange, I suppose. Your freedom for your service."

"Go on."

"You will marry me. You will be presented as my wife, and you will act as such in the public eye. In private, you are mine. You're my slave - my belonging."

"I just have to stay with you?" You look up at him. You're smart enough to know that even seeing the sunshine for a day being married to a kidnapper would be better than rotting down here until he eventually decided he'd had enough and kill you. Your mind was made up, but you were curious.

"Yes, love. I'm fond of you, actually."

Fond of me. You ponder this. "Okay . . . I'll do it. First, though, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"How old are you?"

Chan looks down. "I'm thirty-seven."

"Oh."

He nods. "You?"

"Eighteen." You meet his eyes.

"So young and fragile." Chan traces his fingers over your cheek. "So much to corrupt, hmm?"

You nod.

"Come on, you need to shower."

You let him bring you upstairs. You leave the basement into a small house. The walls are pretty pastels, decorated with plants and paintings of all varieties. Chan brings you away from the main floor, up another flight of stairs to what you can guess is his bedroom. It's neat and tidy, and an open door off to your right is your best guess at a bathroom.

He brings you into the bathroom, letting you strip out of the clothes he gave you a few days before, after finally giving in to your begging for warmth. You jump a little as he starts to remove his shirt. "What are you doing?"

"Stripping. I'm joining you."

"Um, why?"

"'Cause I'm not letting you off yourself with a razor in my shower."

"I wasn't gonna off myself with a razor in your shower."

"How do I know that?"

You watch him, deciding not to argue. The water is already on, steaming up the room, and his skin glistens with every movement. You avert your eyes from his dick, but you can see its general shape in your peripheral vision. Huge.

He pulls you into the shower by your waist, stepping in behind you. He'd seen you naked before, but something about this close proximity and steamy room felt so much more intimate than the hours of sextapes he had filmed of you.

Chan helps you wash your hair, then your body. His touch lingers over your curves, rubbing you in a way that you didn't know was possible. It's only moments after that you find yourself hoisted up, legs tucked around his waist, hands running through his hair, head tipped back as his lips attach to your neck.

"Do you promise to be mine?" he whispers into your jaw, teeth grazing your Adam's apple.

"I promise," you say desperately, watching him with hooded eyes.

He pushes inside you with no warning, already rock hard. You feel the tip of his member kissing your cervix, pressing in just the right ways against your walls. He kisses you hard, pushing you against the wall of the shower. Chan is thrusting inside you slowly, mouth struggling to stay attached to yours as the two of you are overwhelmed by emotions and sensations.

You cum at the same time as him, coaxing every last drop of cum from his cock.

You collapse into him, shaking as you come down from your high. He holds you gently, turning off the water and helping you out of the shower. He's wordless as he wraps a warm towel around you, kissing your forehead as he dries you, then himself, then helps you to his bed.

"Just sleep, love," he tells you softly. "I'll wake you up in the morning."

The next morning, Chan is beside you, sleeping soundly. For some reason, you're comforted by the sight. The man who kidnapped you nine days ago - who would have thought you'd be madly in love with him by the end of it all.

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jinnie-ret · 6 months

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A girl gets an invitation to come and visit the Oddinary House, located at the other end of town. Despite her hesitation, one night she heads there, only to be trapped in the abandoned mansion with a bunch of monsters.

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chapters

part 1: cyborg!chan x reader - a girl approaches oddinary house, no idea of what would be inside

part 2: werewolf!minho x reader - after an odd encounter with the cyborg, y/n goes to explore what lurks outside the back of the mansion

part 3: sandman!changbin x reader - after a cryptic message from the werewolf, y/n goes to sleep, only to get all the answers she needs

part 4: basilisk!hyunjin x reader - y/n takes fate into her own hands to seek out more residents of the house

part 5: chupacabra!jisung x reader - y/n is forced to come to terms with the way her life is going

part 6: fairy!felix x reader - y/n finally finds a moment of peace amongst all of the chaos, and gets more information about Oddinary House

part 7: siren!seungmin x reader - y/n is entranced by the voice of a siren before she is swept away in the odds of possible revival

finale: vampire!jeongin x reader - y/n learns about how everyone arrived at Oddinary House after finally meeting 'Mr Yang', some bombshells being revealed along the way

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#skz #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids #skz fluff #skz angst #straykids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #skz fic #stray kids imagine #skz masterlist #stray kids masterlist #horror

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solastalgiart · 1 year

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🐰🐿👻 something wicked this way comes

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anotherdescentintomadness · 26 days

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Happy JunJi Day! 💜

So proud of Kim JunHyung and all his hard work! Can’t to see what his 26th year brings to the world. Happy Birthday, honey, we love you.

#kim junhyung #OnlyOneOf #onlyoneof junji #happy JunJi day #fanart #JunJi was my first OOO bias #he’s my wrecker now #because how can I possibly let go of him #I adore this boy #happy 25th birthday!#I can’t believe I get to share the planet with all of these beautiful souls #their art gives me life #literally #people say: _________ saved my life #but that’s legit how I feel about every artist on my list #so grateful for all the color and joy and sweetness they bring into my life #yes there are the horrors… and then there is wang YiBo and Xiao Zhan and OOO and SKZ and TXT and BTS and ATEEZ and SHINee and TaeMin #and it’ll be okay

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abandoned-anemoia · 6 months

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Embrasing the Living

☯ Pairing: ghost!Lee Felix x gn!reader ☯ Genre: angst?, fluff ☯ Word count: 1.6k ☯ Summary: You move in to an old, abandoned house rumored to be haunted, and encounter a ghost named Felix who is trapped by a curse. As you grow closer, you attempt to break the curse. Together, you defy supernatural boundaries, discovering a love that transcends life and death. ☯ Warnings: curses/witchcraft?, ghost shit ☯ A/N: This is really bad, I'm sorry lol. It's SUPER cliche and kinda feels like Beauty and the Beast in a way... But! Since it is almost Halloween and I didn't really have time to do Kinktober, I figured I would write a few spooky specials. Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

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In a quiet corner of the world, nestled amidst a lush forest, there stood an old, weather-beaten house. Its timeworn facade exuded an eerie charm that only that of an abandoned place could possess. It had been uninhabited for years, with rumors of supernatural occurrences whispered amongst the people, talk of a young man that had disappeared a few years prior. But one fateful day, you decided to make it your home. The house, with its creaky wooden floors and ancient charm, seemed like the perfect place for you to begin a new chapter in your life.

You had always been drawn to unconventional choices, and this house, with its dark and complex history, intrigued you. It was the ideal refuge for a writer, seeking solitude and inspiration from the cryptic household. You packed your bags, said your goodbyes to your old place, and moved into the mysterious abode, ready to confront whatever secrets it held.

The first few weeks in your new home were uneventful, save for the occasional creaking floorboard, blown fuse, or rattling window. You had always been a pragmatic person, dismissing the unsettling sounds as the byproduct of an old house settling into its solitude. You even joked about possibly having a new houseguest.

"Maybe I should start charging rent for my ghostly roommate," You'd chuckle as a stray object fell to the floor for no apparent reason.

Little did you know that your casual jests were not as far from the truth as you had believed.

One crisp autumn night, as you sit at your desk, the air suddenly grew icy. Goosebumps erupt on your arms, and you feel an inexplicable sense of unease. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a small porcelain vase teetering on the edge of the shelf. Before you can react, it topples over and crashes onto the hardwood floor, shattering into a million little pieces.

Startled, you jump up, your heart racing, and stare at the wreckage. You know there was no logical explanation for this incident.

"Okay, that's enough!" you exclaim, half-irritated and half-frightened, "If you want attention, you've got it."

Silence follows, but you can't shake the feeling that you are not alone in your house. You turn off the lights, crawl under your blankets, and try to convince yourself that it was just a coincidence.

The following days brought more unexplained occurrences. Books flew off the shelves, curtains swayed without a breeze, and eerie whispers filled the air. Your initial annoyance evolved into a fascination, and you couldn't help but feel a strange connection with whatever entity shared your home. Nothing ever harmed you, nor was it ever even close to causing you more anguish than just the trouble of cleaning up the messes.

One night, as you sit in the dimly lit living room, reading a book by the fireplace, you whisper into the shadows, "Alright, if you're here, give me a sign."

The room seems to hold its breath for a moment before a soft knocking echoed through the walls. You chuckle, your fear subsiding, "That's more like it. You really know how to make an entrance."

But your light-hearted banter was about to take a serious turn.

As the weeks passed, the disturbances grew bolder. You would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to find your furniture rearranged or your possessions scattered across the room. You couldn't ignore the fact that these events were beyond the realm of natural explanation.

One evening, as you sit in your kitchen, the power in your home goes out. A long sigh leaves your lips as you light the few candles you had gathered.

Once settled into a dining room chair, a sudden gust of wind extinguishes all of the candles. You feel a presence behind you, a gentle, almost comforting energy. Slowly, you turn around and gasp.

There, standing before you, is a faint, ethereal figure of a young man, freckles littered across his cheeks. He looks about your age, with shaggy brown hair and curious, chocolate eyes. You can't help but feel a strange sense of nostalgia, as if you've known him your entire life.

"Hi," You whisper, your voice quivering.

The ghostly boy smiled warmly and nodded.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. "You're real? You're not just some figment of my imagination?"

The boy gestured to himself and the room, as if to say, "Do I look imaginary to you?"

You let out a nervous laugh, realizing you were talking to a ghost, "Okay, this is not what I expected when I moved in here. What’s your name?"

He nods again, seeming to understand your confusion. He points to his throat, then shakes his head sadly.

"You can't talk?" you asked, your heart aching for the lost voice.

The freckled boy raises a hand, indicating to the pen and paper on the kitchen table that you had been using to write your drafts prior to the power going out. You grab them and hand them to him. With shaky hands, he writes, "Felix.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Felix. I’m y/n. Why can’t you speak?” You look at him expectantly with a sad smile.

He begins writing again, “I’m cursed."

Your eyes widened as you read the words, "Cursed? How?"

Felix wrote out his story in painstaking detail. He explained how he had once lived in this very house, how he had been a curious and adventurous young man. But one day, he had stumbled upon an old, dusty book hidden in the attic—the Book of Shadows. Ignoring the warnings scrawled on its pages, he had tried to perform a forbidden spell. A stupid thing, he admitted.

The spell had gone awry, and Felix had been consumed by a powerful curse. He was trapped in a state between life and death, unable to speak, touch, or feel the warmth of the living until the curse was broken. His only solace in his five years of torture was the occasional glimpse into the world of the living, and that's when you moved in.

Tears well up in your eyes as you read Felix's tragic tale. You could see the regret and sorrow in his eyes, even if he couldn't express them in words. You reach out your hand to touch his, to instinctively comfort him in some way, but your fingers pass right through his form.

Determination ignited in your heart, "We'll find a way to break the curse, Felix. I promise."

Felix's eyes sparkled with gratitude and hope.

From that day on, you and Felix became inseparable, despite the physical barrier that separated you. You spent hours researching spells, curses, and anything related to the occult. For weeks, the two of you combed through dusty old books, scoured the internet, and consulted experts in the paranormal.

You found yourself looking forward to your conversations with Felix, cherishing the moments you spent together. You couldn't help but admire his kindness, humor, and the way he had a knack for making you smile even in the darkest of times.

As you delved deeper into your quest, your fascination with Felix grew into something more profound. You admired his resilience and kindness, despite his tragic fate, brought on by being too curious. You found yourself talking to him about your hopes, dreams, and fears, as if he were your most trusted confidant.

And Felix, in turn, was captivated by your spirit and determination. He had watched you from the shadows for so long, afraid to scare you with his presence, but now, he could truly know you. He longed to touch you, to hold your hand, to feel the warmth of your embrace. But the curse remained an insurmountable barrier.

One evening, as you pore over a particularly ancient text, your voice quivers with frustration, "I can't figure it out, Felix. How do we break this curse? There must be something we're missing."

Your love for each other, deep and true, seemed doomed by the curse that bound Felix to the house. But as you sit together in the dimly lit living room, upset by the lack of answers, your hands brush against one other, sending a spark of energy through both of you. Astonished, you reach out again, and this time, your fingers meet warm skin.

In that moment, the power of your love shattered the curse. It wasn't just about finding a solution to the problem; it was about the love that had grown between you.

Felix's form solidified, his translucent figure taking on a warm, human touch. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you hugged him tightly.

Your bond had deepened into something beautiful and profound. It was a love that transcended the physical, a connection that went beyond the tangible. Your love remained unwavering, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times as you attempted to figure out just how you could free Felix, but it seems it was this love that held the key to breaking the curse that had imprisoned Felix for so long.

In that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, bound by a love that had conquered the darkest of curses. He pulls you close as you hold onto each other, savoring the feeling of your hearts beating as one. And as you embraced, you knew that you had found something truly magical—a love that defied all odds, a love that would last for all eternity.

You were no longer separated by the veil of the supernatural world. Now, you were free to be together, in love, in your charming old house that was no longer haunted. Your love had triumphed over the curse that had held Felix captive for so long, proving that love truly knows no boundaries, not even those between the living and the "dead".

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