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cottoncandyjester · 2 years

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So after listening to a certain encanto au song I had this idea and it’s..out this is just a drabble this isn’t canon at all!

Warning this contains: violence to an infant and a child, angst, happy ending?

Mateo remembered when she was first born, his beautiful little girl. He held the girl close in his arms as he glanced at his partner sleeping in the hospital bed. “Hi princess, I’ve waited for you for so long..” he whispers out with a teary eyed grin as he kissed her little face “my sweet poppy, your brother is going to be so happy” he whispered with a smile.

Poppy was a beautiful baby girl, mateo remembered how he would panic whenever his partner did anything while pregnant with her despite having done this song and dance with indigo. Mateo remembered the first time he brought her home, carefully carrying the sleeping infant in the car seat while helping his partner towards the couch to lay down “I got her, rest okay?” He cooed out worriedly before hearing excited footsteps rushing down the stairs, indigo rushed towards his dad happily.

“Dad!” The small boy cheered out with a bright grin. Mateo placed the car seat on the coffee table before kneeling down hugging the boy who ran into his arms with a smile “indie, I’m sorry we were gone for so lone but I’m sure you loved being at uncle zeke’s place Hmm?” Mateo purred out with a smile.

The rush to the hospital was so quick that mateo had his brother zeke grab indigo to care for him while he was at the hospital. “Mhmm! He let me play in the booth!” Indigo chimed out before his attention moved towards the infant starting to wake up.

Mateo stood up scooping poppy up in his arms before carefully sitting on the floor, patting the spot beside him. Indigo was near silent as he sat next to his father gazing at the baby. “Indigo meet poppy, your baby sister..you’re a big brother now” mateo whispers out as poppy stared at indigo with big eyes.

Indigo reached out touching poppy’s face before flinching at her loud scream crying. Mateo got up and was instantly walking off “give me a sec to get her settled buddy then we can hang out okay?” He said while preparing a bottle cooing and softly shushing the girl walking around with a smile “it’s okay my pretty girl..” mateo whispered out unaware of the horrified expression indigo gave.

The new few weeks were hell for indigo, he just wanted his parents undivided attention, he would start to misbehave and hurt poppy in small ways from pulling her hair or pinching her cheeks causing her to scream. He would always get scolded on how he needed to be gentle with her since she is so much smaller than him, it only made him angrier

“Stupid baby.. go away, this is my family so go away!” Indigo snapped as tears rolled down his face. He stood by the crib, one of his parents were sleeping and mateo was making lunch they were both so tired from this dumb baby.

Indigo reached out pinching poppy’s nose and covered her mouth with his hand watching as she woke up and started to cry from being unable to breathe. Indigo glared down at the infant holding his hand tighter against her mouth thus muffling her sounds. He watched as she wiggled around the bed her face slowly turning blue but he flinched at a loud yelling.

“Indigo!? What are you doing?! You’ll kill her!” Mateo screeched as he rushed to his son yanking his hands away roughly pushing him back making him fall to the ground. Mateo instantly held the now cry and caught fire infant close “shh shh, you’re safe poppy..it’s okay..it’s all okay” he whispers out lovingly managing to calm her down enough to lull her back to sleep this time he placed her in the bed with his partner alerting them about it to his partner who gave a sleepy hum cradling the baby close to them.

Indigo faced the wrath of his father, mateo was a kind and playful father often enjoying sports and other outings with his child he was never cruel to indigo and made sure to keep him safe, when indigo started to get white splotches on his skin from vitiligo like his father it was mateo who consoled and explained it to him. This was different though his father was seething with rage, indigo knew his temper was something to be feared often hearing silly stories from his uncles about how his dad would get into a lot of fights because of his quick temper.

“I-I hate here! She stole you from me! I hate her I hate her! I want her dead! I wish she was dea-”

Smack

Indigo’s eyes were wide as he looked at his father who just smacked him across the face. “Don’t you ever say something so vile and evil! That is your sister! I let your little mean mistakes before go because I figured you were just being an annoying big brother but this..I’m so fucking disappointed in you indigo. Go to your room, you will receive a proper punishment but for now just go.” Mateo snapped out with a scowl which only got worst when he saw indigo dazed and just standing there hand on cheek tears rolling down his face.

Mateo grabbed his arm yanking him close snapping him out of his daze “did you hear me, boy?! I said go!” He hissed out now yanking a sobbing and apologizing indigo to his room before pushing him in and closing the door.

Mateo was panicked, he was thankful that he went to check on her or else she would probably be dead. This was a serious issue, he didn’t see indigo as the type who would stop this behavior. Mateo made sure to talk about it with his partner who was equally as upset, the two couldn’t stay in the same home..indigo would kill her.

That’s when mateo had an idea that made his heart shatter, when he proposed it to his spouse the reaction was to be expected. “What?! No! We aren’t doing that! We can’t! I won’t let you!” They snapped out as tears streamed down their face.

“It’s the only choice we have, it’s not safe..you know how indigo is. He won’t stop this no matter how much we scream he would never stop and I’m not sending my son away, this will be good for her..I promise” mateo reassured his partner but he couldn’t help from sobbing.

After a lot of talking and crying, they were ready. His partner was far too emotional to do it so mateo did it himself, he packed up all the things poppy would need before he placed the bags in the car, his eyes puffy and filled with tears the entire time he loaded up the car and slipped the sleeping baby into the car seat.

The entire drive he was silent, glancing at the window every now and then at the sleeping baby in the back seat. He soon pulled up to his destination noticing the lights inside the flower shop was on and his brother was walking around inside. With a shuddering sigh mateo got out the car grabbing the bag and detaching the car seat holding the handle, as he walked up to the door he couldn’t help but let out small choked sobs but he knew keeping her close to him was selfish.

Tiago noticed mateo before he knocked on the door, with a small sigh he wiped his hands on his apron before walking towards the door and opening it allowing his baby brother inside “what’s wrong? You look so sad?” Tiago questions as he noticed his niece in the car seat. Tiago grabbed the car seat before placing it on the front counter, smiling as the infant woke up “hello princess” Tiago whispered out in a low rumbling voice as he rocked the car seat softly.

“I can’t keep her..I just can’t.” Mateo said with a shaky tone, head down as he dropped the bag onto the floor. Tiago gazed at his brother with a shocked expression “what do you mean? If it’s money you know me and the others would absolutely-” Tiago started but stopped when mateo shook his head rapidly. Mateo gulped harshly, he couldn’t tell tiago the truth since he knew the guilt would eat his soul after he tells him the large request he has for him. Mateo looked up at his brother and forced a nervous yet jovial laugh “I..don’t want her. I only wanted one child, I thought I could be okay with two but I can’t. She’s way too much I mean no one told me girls cried so much” mateo tried to sound as cheerful and happy as he could letting out a laugh.

Tiago silently gazed at the girl who was awake yet silent as he rocked her, with a large sigh he glanced back at his brother his gaze hard and filled with a suppressed rage. “She’s not some toy, you can’t just return her to the hospital thinking you can get some kind or refund” Tiago said through gritted teeth.

“I know I know! That’s why..” mateo paused trying not to cry or break character “I want you to take care of her, as your own. Poppy would be better with you than some foster care system” he explained watching his brother’s eyes widen as he whipped his head back at the girl.

“Mateo! You can’t just spring this onto someone! My house isn’t baby proofed at all and I don’t have the things I need, not to mention I spent most of my day in the shop so I wouldn’t even have to-”

“Please! Tiago, I’m begging you!” Mateo snapped out, tears rolling down his face he gave tiago the saddest expression ever and Tiago finally understood. He scooped the girl into his arms cradling her close the sight making mateo smile though his heart was breaking “very well..would you like to say your farewells?” Tiago asked out holding his arms out for mateo to hold her but he shook his head with a smile “nah. It’s okay, thanks tiago! You’re the best take care of her okay? I’ll be checking up on you, can’t get rid of me yknow?” Mateo chimed out with a wide smile earning a deep chuckle from tiago “oh trust me I know..” he said as he got silent, there was a pause of silence from the both of them “mateo, if you ever need to talk you know I’m right here..zeke and Dante are also valid options, we are supposed to take care of each other” Tiago said lovingly.

Mateo hugged his brother “I’m okay, thank you so much for this..poppy needs someone like you and I feel like you need her too, take care of each other” he whispers out as he glanced as the girl who was babbling and smiling. Mateo kissed her cheek before turning to make his departure.

“Congratulations Tiago, you’re a dad now” mateo teased as he walked out of the shop and to his car where he got in and broke down sobbing. This was the only choice he had! He couldn’t get rid of his son and he couldn’t bare the thought of putting her up for adoption!

Mateo soon gave up all legal rights to poppy to tiago even going as far as letting him change the names of the birth certificate. Tiago adopted poppy and mateo raised indigo as an only child. Seeing poppy grow up was heartbreaking especially with how she would call him tío mateo into of Papa like she did with Tiago.

Before he knew it poppy was 14 and indigo was 16, his daughter was a smiling shining soul and his son was..a monster but despite this he still loved him. Seeing poppy thrive made mateo smile, he did the right thing. His girl was happy and healthy.

His sweet daughter won’t ever know the truth and mateo had to stomach that, he will take this secret to the grave she will never see him as her father and he had to force himself to be okay with that..for her.

#latino gang #yandere ocs #mateo #Zeke #yan kids #yandere kids

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hanjisick · 28 days

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chemical infatuation

genre. yandere au. patient!jisung x researcher!reader

desc. jisung takes part in a high-paying yet sketchy study with seemingly no risks, but the injection causes him to quickly grow obsessed with the daytime staff member assigned to his study.

warnings. needles. vomit. murder.

wc. 3.5k

“is it a bad time to tell you that i’m a little claustrophobic?” your patient, han jisung, nervously shifted in his seat, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

“we have to keep you in this containment during our research.“

the containment room, with its dim lighting and cushioned walls, seemed to close in on him. the dimensions felt constricting, heightening the anxiety surging through his veins.

every inch of the space was under surveillance, every move to be meticulously scrutinized by the watchful eyes of researchers.

what a sketchy situation. but it was better than he had expected from a craigslist ad that he had chanced upon.

the snap of your rubber gloves pulled him away from his thoughts, “it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

500 million won. that was enough for him to do anything.

“i’m fine. i’m ready.”

“alright then, pull your arm out of your sweater for me.”

“i have a tank top underneath.” the boy shuffled out of the sweater and placed it onto his lap.

“and as the paperwork says, you have no allergies, anaphylaxis, or any history of mental illness?”

“nope.”

he flinched as the cool alcohol pad met his bicep.

“the medication we are testing for you should not hurt you much as far as we are concerned,” you began prepping the needle and syringe, “the only side effects that we predict could be a minor headache for a couple of days. it is not dangerous.”

jisung closed his eyes as you squeezed his arm slightly, pushing the needle through his skin.

you gently placed the gauze onto his arm, “finished. how do you feel immediately?”

“normal. a little shaken up from nerves, but no problems. what do i do now?”

“you’ll be watched for a month. the only restrictions are that you aren’t allowed to leave this room or use any devices.”

the idea of isolation and confinement weighed a bit heavily on him, but he was determined to see it through.

you motion towards the mattress in the corner, “we will change your bedding twice throughout the month. let us know if you are uncomfortable with the temperature of the room, need extra bedding, or anything else.”

jisung nodded.

“let us know if you need to use the bathroom and we will temporarily disable the cameras for your privacy. but we will take urine samples if we deem it necessary.”

“and what about food?”

“you’ll be fed three meals per day, with two snacks.”

“thank you. that’s all i need to know,” he paused for a moment, “other than your name. what’s your name?”

“y/n l/n,” you gather your paperwork, “your personal belongings will be returned once we go through to make sure there is nothing that could alter our research.”

the door had closed and locked, leaving jisung alone in the room with just his thoughts to keep him company until his stuff was given back to him.

Beginning Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung feels nervous about receiving the injection. Administered at 16:38 with no noted side effects.

you watched the boy through the array of cameras placed strategically throughout the room as he lay on the mattress. his sweater was haphazardly discarded across the room, a seemingly small attempt to make himself more comfortable in the sterile, plain environment.

despite the initial nerves of a new medication, nothing had seemed to happen. at the fifteen-minute mark, you stepped away from the cameras for a moment— if there were to be a severe sudden reaction, it would have manifested by now, you reasoned.

throughout your shift, your attention continued to drift back to the screens displaying jisung’s every move. with each glance, you found him engaged in various activities—doodling, writing in a journal, or simply staring off into space, lost in thought.

nothing seemed to go wrong. perhaps this medication would be approved.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested night snacks. He had slept well. No side effects were recorded.

you press the bright red button, lowering your mouth to the microphone.

“how is everything down there? any side effects?”

“y/n? is that you speaking?”

“yes,” you were surprised that the boy had remembered your name, “what are your symptoms?”

“you should come into the room to speak with me. i’m lonely here.”

“i have to record your symptoms. i can’t come down there unless i know that you’re stable.”

the microphone had only barely picked up his sigh. “i’m normal.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“nope. nothing. everything’s fine. just lonely.”

you sigh. he seemed normal. he was lying in bed, staring up at one of the cameras.

so it was fine, right?

you push open the door, greeted by the grinning patient on his mattress.

“you smell nice. what products do you use?”

what an odd conversation starter. “nothing special. just a lavender-scented body wash.”

he nods. “the overnight staff were fine, but i think that i prefer you. i can’t put my finger on it quite yet.”

was jisung naturally this blunt with his words? or was he flirting with you?

“what do you plan to do during your stay here?”

he leans back against the cushioned wall, “i compose songs for artists. i figured that it would be easy to get a lot of work done in here.”

“i see. is that your songwriting journal then?” you eye the small black book and pen next to him.

he takes the pen into his hand, “yup. it’s one of the few things that i brought here.”

“you’ll have to show me some of your work sometime throughout the month.”

“you can look at my work now,” he grins, clicking the pen, “my name is HAN. look me up.”

the name stays in your mind as you exit the room and lock the door. you find your way back to your seat at the cameras to supervise the man, pulling your lunch out of your back.

one hand holds a sandwich as the other browses through safari, looking at the songs that your patient had composed.

you hadn’t heard any of them, but perhaps it would be a good idea to look into the lyrics. it would give you things to talk about with him for the following month.

the rest of the shift was boring. you watched as he wrote in his notebook, ate his food, hummed to himself— nothing interesting.

the most intriguing thing that you experienced was the occasional ‘help!’ button being pressed, only for the man to announce that he needed to take a piss.

your misery was ended once your coworker entered the room, placing his keys and bag down on the table.

a sigh of relief left you, “thank god. it’s so boring.”

“thanks for the warning.”

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested no night snack. Awoke at 01:00 and 03:00. Specified no reason for waking. Special request for morning staff: Deliver lavender-scented body wash.

your eyes stared down at the note with slightly widened eyes.

perhaps he had good intentions, perhaps your defenses were just too high. after all, he might just like the scent of lavender like you did.

“good morning. any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“my arm is a little sore, and i’m a bit restless, but that is all.”

you record his answers— finally something to write down.

“i saw your request from last night. i’ll get a staff member to deliver your body wash. did you run out? i’m sure we gave you enough.”

“i still have some. i just wanted to try yours out.”

how strange.

“you’re coming down to see me today, right?”

“not today. i want to see if your symptoms worsen throughout the day. it’s best to be careful.”

you watch through the camera as he slumps back, visibly disappointed.

today, the boy had begun to act a little bit differently. every couple of minutes, he would stop his writing to look up at the camera.

you would hold eye contact with him for a few moments, even though he couldn’t see you before he would look back down again with a large grin that wasn’t on his face before.

soon, the bottle of body wash was delivered to his room.

“y/n! is that you?” he jumped out of bed as the lock clicked, only to be disappointed to see a man in a mask and gloves leave it right inside of the door.

he crept towards the bottle, snapping the lid off, holding it up to his nose, then inhaling deeply.

“it smells like you.”

you clenched your teeth, writing down the reactions.

walking over towards the center of the room, he peeled his t-shirt off his frame, then pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

you shrieked, slamming the buttons to disable the camera.

he was supposed to tell you when he needed privacy.

with shaky hands, you began to jot down his behaviors.

once ten minutes had passed, you turned the camera back on in hopes that he was decent again. this time, you had enabled the camera with caution, only to see that he was showering.

you disable it once again and decide that this would be a good time to have lunch.

the image of the naked man was etched into your mind as you tried to force the salad down your throat.

it was a good thirty minutes until you got the courage to turn the camera back on, sighing in relief as you saw him on his bed with sweatpants on once again.

jisung stared up at the ceiling with hooded eyes, chest rising and falling— you weren’t sure what was going through his mind.

you press the button. “everything alright in there?”

he perked up, “y/n, everything is just fine. i wish you were in here, though, instead of behind that stupid camera.”

you bite your lip uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond.

changing the subject would be best.

“lunch will be delivered soon.”

“good. i’m a bit hungry.”

you take your finger off of the button, sitting back in your seat, waiting for your shift to be over.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate most of dinner and requested no night snack. Had difficulty falling and staying asleep. Awoke many times to journal. Refused conversation about his symptoms.

“y/n? you’re here, right? right?”

you had only just opened the door to the surveillance room, met with his muffled voice through the speakers.

“y/n? y/n? baby? my beautiful doll?”

the nickname caught you off guard, breath caught in your throat.

before answering, you grabbed the pen off the desk to jot down the behavior. this was not normal.

he stared directly into the camera. “i know you’re here. i journaled the minutes until he would leave and you would replace him.”

your legs shook as you took a seat.

why were you so nervous? it wasn’t like you were in danger. the door was locked. his body language did not seem hostile.

but his eyes told a different story. they were dark, crazed, restless.

“doll? can you hear me? can you hear me?”

your voice stuttered, “what are your symptoms?”

“i missed your voice, y/n.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“none,” jisung answered quickly, “so you can come down and see me, right?”

you lied through your teeth. “not today. we are still a bit worried about yesterday’s symptoms.”

“fuck!” his forehead hit against the wall.

you took your finger away from the button.

he balled his hand into a fist before hurling it towards the same wall.

jisung crumbles to the floor. “i can’t take it anymore.”

“are you alright? are you in pain? do you need help?” you grasp your pen with an unsteady hand, “tell me what’s going on. talk to me.”

“i need to see you again, i waited all night just for you to tell me no.”

“it’s for the safety of you and myself.”

his voice was barely above a raspy whisper, “i promise i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.”

“jisung,” you started sternly, “i’m unable to see you. please abide by the rules of the study.”

“can’t i quit?”

“you signed a form stating that unless there is a medical emergency, you aren’t to leave this room. i’m quite not sure that you’re in your right state of mind right now.”

“i would be fine if you’d let me see you again.”

it was pointless to argue with the man, so you let go of the button, jotting down the conversation.

jisung did not eat, speak, or move from his spot that day.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation.

“doll, you’re back.” his raspy voice announced your presence just as you opened the door as if he was in the room with you.

on the camera, he was spread out in the middle of the floor like a starfish. his blonde hair covered his face, but you could still see the eye bags forming under his sunken eyes.

“i have a bit of a headache. i’m dizzy. my throat is dry,” he answered your questions for you, “will i get to see you today, doll?”

you were a bit afraid to answer, hesitating as you pressed the button, “i’m sorry. no.”

“but i will be able to see you after the study, right? after the study you’ll marry me, right?”

your heart dropped into your stomach at the words.

“i have a partner, jisung.”

“i know,” he smiled lightly, “it’s me. but soon i’ll be your husband, right?”

this was too much. you felt sick. you needed to alert the rest of the team and let someone else take over this case. hell, you might even quit your job.

“imagine you as han y/n. it sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?”

his crazed voice rang through your ears as you stood up from your seat.

“nobody else has ever made me feel this way, do you know that? all i want is you. and i’ve only seen you twice. isn’t that absurd? love is just so beautiful.”

his words caused you to still. you felt like a deer in headlights.

“do you think the shot is what made me crazy? because ever since we met eyes after you gave it to me, i couldn’t stop thinking about you. about your touch, even through the gloves. all of my songs have been about you. i even drew you.”

waves of nausea came crashing down on you.

“i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.”

jisung scoffed at the thought of him, “and he’s the one who gets the pleasure of passing by you every day? do you like him? i’ll gouge his eyes out and wear his skin if you like him more than me, hm?”

you raced towards the trash can in the corner of the room, stomach churning as your breakfast came right out of your mouth.

the smell was putrid, acidic, disgusting. but not as disgusting as the words of the sick man behind the camera.

“did you watch me shower, my love? i don’t mind if you did. your lavender body wash felt so good on my body, i imagined it was you in there with me, washing my body yourself—“

you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

“he’s crazy! he’s gone mad!” you point towards the surveillance room, tears streaming down your face as you try to explain the situation to the nearest person that you can find.

“calm down. go to the break room. i’ll alert the rest and we’ll handle it.”

“you’ll be okay,” a staff member reassures, handing you a much-needed drink from the vending machine, “he won’t be able to escape. we will detain him and try to get him any help that we can.”

“even aside from how creepy he was, i just feel terrible, you know? i gave him that shot.”

“it isn’t your fault. he knew what he was getting into. we tried our best to determine the effects. there was no way of knowing.”

although he was right, guilt and horror still ate you up as you rested your head in your hands.

“this is why our job is important, so that only one person gets hurt instead of an entire population of people.”

“what a shitty job.”

he laughed as he got up, “tell me about it. i’m gonna go see what i can do to help. let us know if you need anything.”

the door closes and you lay your head down on the table, closing your eyes.

all you could think about was the man and his words.

‘i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.’

would he be able to leave? would he be able to get over this love sickness? is it reversible? nobody knew anything about it. the only thing that could be done is watching him.

it only seemed to get worse over the days, and you didn’t want to know what he would be like at the end of the month.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, psychosis

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation aside from asking for previous staff, Y/N L/N.

you no longer worked with jisung. instead, you had been assigned to a new case.

“it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

“i’m not nervous. go ahead and inject me, doctor,” the patient joked, pulling her sleeve up.

“and as the paperwork says, your only allergy is mild reaction to shellfish, but no anaphylaxis or any history of mental illness?”

“all correct.”

you were wiping her bicep with alcohol when the door had opened, screams piercing your ears from outside of the soundproof room.

“y/n?”

blood dripped onto the floor from his heaving form, eyes bloodshot and locked right on your form. in his hand, he held a loaded handgun, the smell of gun powder seeping into the room.

the patient in front of you screeched, immediately making a run for it before her brains were splattered across the room.

your ears rung from the shot, standing stalk still as jisung approached you.

everything was moving too quickly. you couldn’t process a single thing. your head was spinning. you needed to survive.

“please, i’ll do anything, don’t hurt me.”

“i told you. i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.” a bloody hand ran through your hair, taking advantage of your frozen figure.

“i can’t believe i’m so close to you right now.” his nose buried into your neck and you could feel the cold metal of the gun pressing against your back.

“they’re all dead. and you’re back.”

he dropped the gun to the floor, fishing through his pocket.

before you could register what was happening, jisung had already lodged a needle into your arm.

“sleep tight, my doll, i’ll get us out of here.”

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