Warnings: mentions of blood
"Papa's gonna kill me." You muttered, running through the dark, empty streets. It's way past your curfew, once again breaking your promise to your dad to stop working overtime during your part time job.
You've been running for a while, but at this point you don't even know what direction you were heading as the fog begins to thicken.
"What's wrong little one? Are you lost?" A voice asks darkly as the cold envelopes you, feeling goosebumps on your arms.
Trembling, you took a step back as you looked around the dark to see where the voice was coming from. And there it was, a dark silhouette of a man materializing from the white fog, moving closer and closer to where you stood.
"W-who goes there? Don't come any closer!" You warned, knuckles turning white as you gripped the hilt of the dagger latched on your belt. With a dark chuckle, he continues moving forward, completely unalarmed at all knowing that you're armed with weapon.
"How lovely seeing you again, my soulmate." Finally, he stops just a few meters away, pushing back the hood of his cloak that covered his head, letting it fall on his shoulders.
With furrowed brows and confusion on your face, you step back once more and unsheathed your dagger.
"What the hell are you talking about? And you better not give me vague answers." You demand, as if you even had the right to. With that, he laughed so menacingly, almost demonic.
Red flags everywhere, your instincts were telling you to run for your life. But your legs just won't move.
And as the moon finally peeked behind the dark, clouded sky, light shone just enough to reveal the man's face.
You felt a tug at your heart, whether in fear or sense of familiarity, you were unsure at this point.
That face, that handsome face of his, you felt like you've known him for a long time but you were sure this was your first encounter.
Grinning, he tilts his head at you.
"Remember me now, beautiful?" He asks though somehow you felt like he knew the answer. And that's when it struck you.
"Please don't take my papa away, sir!" You pleaded, crying your heart out as the cloaked man grew closer to you. Your father laid in your arms, pulse long gone and blood streaming from the back of his head.
For a moment the man was taken aback.
"Little girl, you could see me?" He asks, but you were too busy crying to answer. He already knew then, that he was destined to meet you. And so having piqued his interest, he striked a deal with you.
"I shall let your father live again, but in return.."
"I'll do anything, please!" You say desparately.
"When you come of age, You shall be my bride."
"So be it." You nod carelessly without even thinking. How naive.
And with that the deal was sealed, and he moves closer to whisper something in your ear. From then on, you are his soulmate, the only person in the world to ever know his biggest secret, his true name.
"It is I.." he trailed off.
"The Grim Reaper." You blurted out. He shakes his head with a tsk, the playful smile never leaving his lips.
Who would've thought death would have a smile so charming?
"Wrong. It's Sunghoon to you, sweetheart."
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