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…𝒸𝓊𝓉(𝑒) 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇…

{ Pairing } - Stalker!Seungmin x Afab!Reader (Han, Changbin, Chan, Hyunjin mentioned/OC's mentioned)

{ Genre } - Kinktober, Horror, Dark, Angst (not between pairing), Smut

{ Prompts } - Slasher, Virginity Loss, Knife Play

{ Synopsis } - He'd been watching you for around a decade now, plotting, planning, making sure everything would be absolutely perfect for the future you two would live together. Together. Forever. Soulmates. Destined by fate, he was sure of it. What better opportunity than now, in the midst of serial killings, to snatch you away. He'd make it look like the killer did it, like you were dead. But you'd be safe. At home. With him. He'd never let anyone harm you, you were pure, kind, his.

{ WC } - 16.5k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, NO MAIN CHARACTER DEATH (including members), dark, angst, smut, fluff, stalking, kidnapping/abduction, mentions of drugging, pervy Seungmin, creepy Seungmin (like Seungmin j*rks *ff over a photo of reader and c*ms on it), virgin Seungmin, mentions of death, mentions of killing, homicide, detailed murder scene, blood, knife play, mentions of slut shaming (OC), parricide (parental murder), parental death (not parricide), bullying, mentioned recreational drug use (at the very end offhandedly), trauma, mentioned child and spousal abuse, light dom/sub vibes, reader manhandles Seungmin and he loves it, bad BDSM etiquette (do not do as I write), unprotected piv (do as I say, not as I write & pee after sex), oral f. & m. receiving, face sitting, deep throating, light nipple play, dirty talk, creampie, frottage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, han caught some strays in this fic and I'm shocked at myself lol

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of SKZ, or the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, with fictional characterization. I do not own Stray Kids. All works of my fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ. In no way am I saying it is true to their real life person.

{ A/N } - I do believe this is the longest oneshot I have EVER written. I am on my knees when I say: please forgive me! I know I'm 3 days late to posting. I thought I was done... then I was editing... and then I kept writing. I never knew I would love writing for Seungmin this much! I never knew I would love writing a darker flavor like this. It... actually was a lot more fucked up. I'm talking intense and more bloody with the knife play, and just. I made the characters more crazy! Then in one of the editing sessions I reigned it in, it felt too much you know? I think this is a much nicer balance, with just the right amount of dark vibes to it. HEED THE TRIGGER WARNINGS AND TAGS PLEASE.

I truly hope you enjoy, happy Kinktober! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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Seungmin was rushing through the main plaza downtown, trying to get his errands done in time. He checked his watch, 8:25 pm.

“Shit.” he muttered.

He now had 35 minutes to grab his dinner, and the last item he needed in order to put his plan into place. Then get home before the town-wide curfew goes into effect.

It’s the third day of having to abide by this stupid curfew. For the most part it doesn’t bother him, he works from home anyways. He doesn’t have many friends, only his neighbor, Changbin. It won’t be breaking curfew if he crosses the hall and hangs out at his apartment. And there’s nothing fun or exciting to do in his tiny hometown, that would require him to be out past 10 p.m. anyways.

Well, there was one exciting thing. They happen to have a serial killer on the loose.

Seungmin followed everything he could on the case closely. He was curiously engrossed in it. He even gained more information than he ever should have, when the police questioned him as a suspect.

He had seen it coming. The whole town viewed him as some sort of oddity. A weirdo. No parents, no other family or guardians, living on his own from the age of 13. His demeanor was unsettling to most, he could admit that. It was still no excuse for small town gossip to get to the point of suddenly making him a person of interest.

He was a loner nearly his entire life, even before his parents died. No siblings, no cousins, he never made any real friends in school, not really. He only got close with Changbin later in life. He never saw the point, he knew these people only held superficial personalities. They weren’t genuine.

He had originally planned on escaping out of this dull place. He had online friends. His older friend, Chan, had even prepared a room for Seungmin. Once he graduated, he’d be attending the same university as him, and he’d be actually starting his life. Breaking free of this town he loathed so badly.

It felt like the town loathed him just as much, especially recently.

Things changed though, his personal plans changed. Chan was forgiving, thankfully. He told him that Seungmin still always had a place to stay with him, should he change his mind. That would come in handy soon.

He darted into the convenience store, beelining to the ramyeon and choosing his favorite brand. He’d been living off the stuff recently, but he didn’t mind. It would soon be worth it. He had a good reason to stash the money away.

Next he went to the Personal Care aisle. He plucked a package containing a single toothbrush off the shelf, and smiled to himself. He felt the butterflies in his stomach swarm. In his efforts to be completely efficient in his preparations, he had forgotten the most basic item he would need for a guest.

An extra toothbrush. It was pink.

He took his two items with him to the register, swiping a bottle of his favorite prepackaged coffee drink on the way. Then he placed everything on the belt for the cashier to ring up.

He heard a scoff, and looked up.

Oh lovely, his former high school classmate Ashley.

She was glaring at him. Wearing red lipstick, lips too sticky, and color too bright to look good on her. Her lip curled, revealing a red stain on her top tooth from it, and she was chewing bubble gum obnoxiously. Her fake nails scraped against the glass of his drink, and oh, she seems to be missing a press on. Or maybe it popped off just now.

Her uniform shirt was cut low, and not by design. She seemed to have taken a pair of scissors to it, her breasts resting unnaturally, and assumedly uncomfortably high. Cleavage bursting through the shirt. She over did the accessories too, she always had. Metal clinking against metal as she rang up the last item.

She was his long time enemy, according to her if anyone asked. He never knew what exactly he did to her, nothing as far as he remembers. She was just someone who needed everyone’s constant attention on her at all times. She hasn’t outgrown that either, and it’s been 6 years since they graduated. Seungmin never gave her that, so maybe that was it.

He said nothing to her, had no reaction to her. He suspected she always hated it.

“Do you ever eat anything else besides the worst Ramyeon ever made?” She questioned in her typically loud, nasally voice, “God, you’re so fucking weird.”

It was like tiny little needles pricking Seungmin's ear drums, every time she spoke. And there’s that word again, weird.

He stayed silent as he fished his card out of his wallet, trying to hand it over to her.

She snatched it from him, bracelets jingling aggressively, and fake nails scraping Seungmin's hand. He still had no reaction.

Just then, another worker came up from the back room.

“Aaah, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie. Our person of interest, once again visiting us right before closing! Shouldn’t you be out there hunting down your next victim?” he heard the baritone voice coming up behind him.

Seungmin closed his eyes, and breathed a silent sigh through his nose.

“Actually, Jisung, I’m not a person of interest. The police cleared me, surely everyone knows that by now.”

Ashley started cackling, in the same way she did when she was trying to be flirtatious, he assumed. She sounded like a witch. He just glared at her hand, clutching his card still. She made no move to proceed with the payment process.

“It’s the fact that they suspected you at all, sometimes they get it wrong at first.” Jisung said in a sing-song voice, clasping his shoulder with a tight arm around them.

Seungmin shrugged his arm off, and turned his head to give him the glare now.

“If they got it wrong in the first place, then they would have been wrong when they first suspected me. Which, they were, now would someone like to finish my transaction? Curfew is about to hit.” He spat out.

He watched as Jisung rolled his eyes, then nodded towards Ashley, urging her to swipe his card.

She was like a parrot, rolling her own eyes in a similar fashion.

“As if anyone actually follows the curfew anyways.” Jisung commented.

Seungmin felt his blood boiling, He hated people, he hated having to deal with people. Especially this town full of fake fucking people.

Jisung was actually an old playmate of his, from his young childhood years. He at one point thought of them as friends, being the innocent child he once was.

In the beginning, Jisung never minded if Seungmin wandered off to do his own thing. Getting distracted easily by many different things. He laughed at Seungmin’s jokes when no one else did, even if he didn’t quite understand his humor. And Jisung, for a little while at least, didn’t mind when the other kids would judge and tease him for playing with Seungmin.

Seungmin really thought Jisung would be his only friend. His best friend.

But then they grew up, starting getting older, and Jisung started adopting that shallow, and flippant disposition that everyone else acquired.

It had happened slowly at first. Seungmin trailing after him and his friends. Always at the back, because they isolated him. Jisung ignoring Seungmin whenever he tried to talk to him, or chime into the conversation. Him telling Seungmin to grow up, that they were too old to play games outside, or play on the playground. Until the day when Jisung snapped, and told Seungmin to leave him alone. That they were never friends, that he was too weird for Jisung to hang out with anymore. That Jisung had his actual friends, and Seungmin needed to take a hint.

Seungmin went home and cried that day. His mother held him, and comforted him while he let out little heartbroken sobs.

She told him that day that he was a little different. But that he would find his family, just like she found hers and made him.

He knew his parents were essentially estranged from their family. They were so happy, and not to mention well off, they never seemed like they were lacking anywhere in life. So Seungmin trusted his mother, confiding in her for the friendship he once desperately craved among his peers.

The day he lost his parents, was the day he thought he might finally give up. It was also the day he learned just how far the disingenuous nature infected this damn town.

He went to the same park he knew Jisung would be at. In the same park all of the other wanna-be delinquents hung around. He knew they weren’t friends. By that point they hadn’t spoken in over 7 months.

Everyone had heard about what happened to his parents. The pair ran a private chiropractors clinic, some people traveled far just to be treated by them. They often treated the locals at a discounted price. Jisung’s mom being one of them, so he knew that he had heard.

He expected sympathy, maybe empathy, any sort of compassion to help soothe him and the trauma he just experienced. Instead, he was met with a blank stare, Jisung obviously being annoyed Seungmin bothered him at all.

His ‘friends’ started snickering, hushed whispers of insults flying through their covered mouths. Jisung said nothing, did nothing, just sat there. Hunched over, leaning on the knee of the leg he had propped up against the curb, the other extended out in front of him. His head turned up, giving him a bored look.

That’s when he knew this town would never be home for him. Full of too many people who had never understood him, and never will. The only people who did were gone now.

Or so he thought.

“Earth to Minmin.” Jisung said, poking his forehead, right in between his eyes.

Seungmin blinked, coming back to his surroundings after getting lost in his own mind.

“He’s always doing that, fucking freak.” Ashley mutters, holding her hand out to him.

His credit card is pinched between two fingers like it’s something disgusting. Seungmin snatches it, and goes to grab his bag. But of course, Jisung is holding it. Dangling it right in front of him on a single finger.

“Our Minnie has always been a little strange.” He says with a smirk.

For fucks sake, and he had the nerve to tell Seungmin to grow up all those years ago, when they were literally still children. They’re all in their 20’s now and they still find the need to act in such immature ways.

“C’mon babe, we still have 20 minutes. Kick him out, and let’s lock up early.” Ashley says, making a show of leaning over the counter and excessively blinking at Jisung.

Her cleavage squished together further, almost actually spilling out of her shirt. She swiped her hand across her chest, seemingly trying to be alluring and nonchalant. She failed miserably. The finger missing a press on was the only thing Seungmin could focus on as she swiped down her shirt.

He shuddered, the thought of that being directed at him made a chill go up his spine.

Jisung, however, was clearly excited. Eyeing her, biting his lip, and adjusting his pants, neither of them trying to be discreet at all.

“Get home safe,” He said to Seungmin, punching his shoulder as if they actually were old friends, “There’s a killer out there.”

He splayed his fingers in the air, palms forward, shaking them as if performing jazz hands for extra effect. Then Seungmin watched as he rounded the counter, neither employees bothering to actually lock the door before locking lips.

Seungmin rushed out as fast as he could, the entire encounter already a distant memory in his mind.

He crossed the street quickly. Not many other people were out, most were already home safe, and locked up for the night. He saw everyone shutting down their shops and businesses, a few cars rolling slowly towards the same direction he was going. The local neighborhood.

He lived in a complex himself, it was just around the next corner actually. But he kept walking, one goal in his mind.

He checked his watch once more, plenty of time. Then he reached it, the bench on the sidewalk. A few yards down from his parent’s old clinic. He still had shares in it, but another doctor had purchased it. An old colleague of his parents.

He sat down and cracked open his drink, taking a sip of the sweet liquid mocha. He wasn’t the biggest chocolate fan, but he quite enjoyed the caffeine.

He swiped his upper lip, the drink leaving a sticky residue that he swiped on his pants reluctantly. He nervously glanced down the street. The lights were already off. He set his now closed drink next to him on the bench, and dug into his messenger bag, pulling out his latest read.

"Clean Code: A Handbook of Agile Software Craftsmanship" by ‘Uncle Bob’.

Something he’d read a dozen times before, and referenced even more.

He opened it, flipping to the book mark he’d left in the day before, when he was sitting at this exact spot. He settled in further, leaning back, bringing his left ankle up to rest on his right knee.

He was aiming to be calm and collected, like he’d been here reading for a while now. The clinic windows were far enough away, no one inside would know if he had been here for an hour or for two minutes.

His eyes scanned the familiar words on the page, and he regulated his breathing to be more relaxed.

Then he waited.

Right on cue, you came around from the back of the building. Keys jingling in your hand, jacket zipped up, and purse on your arm. You gave the front door a tug, double checking that everything was securely locked up. Once sure, you slipped the keys into your purse, hiked it up on your shoulder, and started walking down the street towards Seungmin’s direction.

It didn’t look like it, but his eyes were glued to you. It looked like he was immersed in his book, but he was really watching the way you took small steps down the sidewalk. The way your hips swayed slightly in your heels, the way you flicked your hair over one of your shoulders.

He caught a tiny glimpse of your hand as you moved your hair, specifically the nails on your fingers. A short manicure done, an ordinary pale rose color with white tips. Not too long, and definitely worth more than Ashley’s press ons.

He also saw the glint on your lips, the natural colored gloss you wore every day. It never looked sticky or stained your teeth like Ashley’s did.

That was the thing about you. You held yourself in a completely different caliber than any of the other girls in this town. You were above all of them, not only in the way you physically took care of yourself and presented yourself. But in your mentality as well.

You were never fake. Never disingenuous. You didn’t follow the crowd, as if you were stuck in the same hive mind everyone else was.

No, you were different. Seungmin had always noticed that.

He put extra focus into staying still but not tense. Letting his eyes start moving across the page again, mimicking a reading pace as you approached him. You slowed your pace, still intending to walk past him. That was fine. He knew this routine by now, he was never expecting a sudden or drastic change.

“Good night, Seungmin. I know you get lost in reading, but be sure to get home quickly and safely now!” You said to him brightly.

He relished in the saccharine tone of your voice. You were always so bubbly, so pleasant to him. You were to everyone. Maybe it was what made you so good at your job.

You were the receptionist and aid at his parents' old clinic. He knew for a fact, there were patients who visited solely to see your smiling face, to experience your abundant empathy. He couldn’t even blame them.

His heart fluttered, and he let his body move how he had rehearsed and performed so many times already. Waiting exactly 3 seconds after you said his name to look up. Acting as if he had finished reading the fake sentence he left off on, and placing the book mark on the page. Where it would remain until approximately this time tomorrow.

He looked up with a small, tight lipped smile, eyes focusing on yours. He was startled to see that you had come to a stop in front of him. You never did that before. But he refused to let it get to him, he needed to keep the act up.

“Thank you, good night Y/n. You get home safe as well.” He replied.

The same thing he had said to you every day now, for the last two months. Calm and cordial.

He looked back down, closing his book, waiting for you to pick your pace back up. You had a routine you stuck to. After work, you stop and get a few things at the convenience store before ride sharing home.

It all usually happened very briskly. Quick words spoken as you strode by, trying to get to the store before they closed. He had it all down to a science.

He was grateful that he was able to make this small, consistent, daily interaction feel like it lasted ages, instead of mere moments.

So imagine his reaction when you switched things up on him today, and he wasn’t prepared.

What he was prepared for, was to sneak in a longing look towards you as he watched you leave… and maybe trail his eyes along your figure, lingering on certain areas. Something he personally indulged in whenever he could, when no one else was watching. Instead, you continued the conversation.

“What would you do without me Minnie?” You giggled, eyes crinkling as your smile widened, “Have a good night!”

Seungmin was frozen, left looking after your leaving form dumbfounded, completely missing his usual view. The extra words you graced him with made him short circuit.

It felt like he’d been transported back to that day in middle school. The first time you had ever spoken to him.

It hadn’t been long since the car accident that claimed his parents' lives, and it was the end of the school year. Standardized testing time. He didn’t even want to show up, but he also really didn’t want to end up repeating the entire year.

He didn’t have any pencils with him, and the scantron required it apparently. He was prepared to take it in pen, if not only to pass the time. He figured the teacher would take pity on him, or the principal. Or some adult in the school, really.

The rest of the class was in hushed grumbles, nobody wanted to be in school still, let alone have their entire school day taken up by this damn test. He vaguely remembers Jisung’s annoying whinging as he whispered with his new friends. They were still stuck seated next to each other in class, though they no longer even looked at each other. Seungmin sat there, mind a mess, staring forward blankly, pen in hand.

“Here, you can have mine. I have an extra.” A bubbly voice whispered, a contrast to all the other students groaning about testing.

At first Seungmin didn’t move, didn’t even turn his head, assuming the voice was whispering to someone else in class. It’s not uncommon for the other kids to forget things. It wasn’t until you poked him with the eraser end of the pencil, that he swung his head left, looking down at the blunt object poking his shoulder. He rolled his eyes up, only to catch your smiling face.

Your teeth are showing with how wide you smile, a milky white behind pretty pink lips. Your hair was done up in a bun that day, wisps of hair framing your face, effortlessly cute.

He straightened, shook his head so that his fringe was hiding his eyes. What he really wanted to hide was the way the tips of his ears tinged pink. He took the pencil with a shaky hand.

“Thanks.” His voice rasped before he cleared it, “Must’ve forgotten today, head’s been all over.”

Stupid. Such a stupid thing to say. It’s not like you care, you’re just being a decent classmate. But then you surprised him again.

“I understand.” You started, and he looked over to you again, meeting your eyes for the first time.

They were honey brown, and so full of sincerity. The most he feels he’s ever received during this mourning period.

Seungmin swallowed once before you continued, “I lost my mom when I was younger, I was never quite myself after that.”

He was shell-shocked, he stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly parted, unsure what to say. This topic was too serious, too heavy for two barely teenagers, but it was clearly reality for the both of you.

So he nodded his head slowly, still processing the information before muttering, “I’m so sorry.”

That seemed to snap whatever thoughts that came to you, away. In the time it took him to respond, you were the one with the blank stare, your sweet smile slipped from your lips.

You shook your head, “I should be the one giving my condolences… and I am sorry for your loss. I know it doesn't necessarily help right now. But time truly does wonders for grief.”

And you were smiling at him again, looking at him intently again. And Seungmin felt tingles bloom through his veins, a warmth spreading from his limbs inward. Your entire persona, your words, all of it, it seemed to be thawing whatever icy cage he put himself in.

“Alright class, no more talking! Testing will begin shortly. Please face forward, make sure you have your number 2 pencils, I have no extra to give out today! I’m looking at you two, Hyunwoo and Liam. This is why we told you all to bring two pencils!” The teacher rushed into the classroom, pushing in the cart containing the tests.

He watches as you follow her directions, facing the front and digging out a freshly sharpened pencil from your bag.

Seungmin's eyes lingered on you for a moment more, finding it hard to glance away. The immediate sighs and protests of the class going unnoticed by him. But he did manage to look away eventually, he instead looked down at the pencil he now held, as the teacher passed out the tests. Your pencil.

Your pencil with teeny tiny teeth marks in it.

Your pencil, that had a little heart eraser with a smiley face on it. The face had been partially rubbed off.

Your pencil that was sharpened down to about half the original length, tip dull.

Your pencil.

A smile formed on his face. A real smile, that he hadn’t granted himself permission to express in such a long time.

Seungmin blinked, the memory fading with your disappearing figure. You were long gone now, and he was still sitting on the bench, staring off in the direction you went.

That’s okay. Tonight wasn’t the night anyway… but wow. You actually spoke longer with him today… joked with him.

He stood abruptly, glancing at his wrist for the time. 9:07 p.m.

It didn’t really matter to him if he was out past the curfew, killer or not. He just didn’t want anyone else to see him out past 9.

He had spent a week and a half freshly off the cops radar. The town folk won’t lose their suspicion that easily, they thrive on drama and scandal. Even at the expense of a human life; alive or dead.

So he’d been trying to do the bare minimum of being a law abiding citizen. Doing normal-ish things, being seen more during the daylight, following even the most miniscule rules and regulations that no one else did. Now the only whispers he heard, aside from idiotic Jisung, were about how he’d been ‘scared straight’. That the cops frightened him so much, that he started behaving abnormally in response, trying to get his pathetic life together. It was better than hearing his name directly before ‘killed’, followed by the victim of the week’s name.

Plus, they were half right. Though the cops didn’t scare him in the case of these murders, anyways. He knew he was innocent himself. In all reality, he knew the town's speculations would never fully go away, wrong as they were. They loved gossip way too much, and the juicier they could make the rumor, the better in their eyes.

He scurried home, jogging the distance back towards his complex. Making it through the lobby doors just before 9:15 p.m. The doorman tipped his head toward him, already off the clock and waiting by the elevators to go down to his own apartment.

Seungmin bowed quickly, choosing to take the stairs like always. The closer he got to being in his own apartment, the faster he started feeling all the blood in his body flow to one area.

He hopped up them, taking them two at a time, until he reached the very top. Pausing to take a deep breath, his adrenaline was still flowing at his interaction with you tonight. His entire body was hot and tingly, he felt himself filling out in his jeans.

There were only two apartments up here, luxury at that. And only two people occupied them. Seungmin, and Changbin.

Any other night, he might debate knocking on Changbin's door, choosing to annoy him until he got sleepy. He knew Changbin liked the teasing, and Changbin knew Seungmin liked the repercussions.

They had a dark and twisted friendship like that. At least it seemed that way, assuming the comments from others. But Seungmin knew Changbin actually cared.

Tonight he chose to forgo that, there were more pressing matters developing at the moment.

He hurriedly unlocked his door, and rushed in slamming it behind himself. He tossed the plastic bag and his messenger bag on the kitchen island as he passed it. He didn’t even stop to take his shoes off, and he was known to be meticulous about a clean home, that’s how desperate he felt.

He continued down the hall, and slammed his study open, the door bouncing off the wall. He chose to leave it open, he couldn’t be bothered with anything that wasn’t a hand wrapped around his cock right now.

He sat in his desk chair, jeans already unzipped, his length twitching in anticipation. He whined softly and without notice, when he opened the drawer, taking out a pink manila folder.

He dropped it on his desk, flipping it open to reveal its treasured contents. Out rolled your pencil, from all those years ago, and he had to press his hand to his bulge. Moaning at the pressure he supplied himself.

He ignored everything else he’d managed to collect over the years, his eyes flicking to the photos instead. They were all taken within the last six months, when he finally got bold enough to snap pictures of you with his camera. He picked up his favorite one, not feeling the need to take his time like he usually did. Working himself up with slow and soft touches, imagining multiple scenarios, thinking about all the things he’d love to do to you.

How he’d love to please you.

His favorite picture was the one of you at the lake. You went with your friend that day, but she was off in the water, it made sense with it being as hot as it was. You chose to stay on the blanket you two had brought, you were laying on your stomach. In a tiny sundress. Straps so thin, they were falling off your shoulders even as you lay. He could tell you weren’t wearing a bra. He always was able to deduce if you were or not.

The dress was cinched in the waist, before flaring out across your thighs. That’s where it ended, pale pink fabric, high on your plush thighs. The flesh of your round ass peeking out from underneath the skirt, two perfect globes. It looked like you weren’t wearing panties either, but he knew that was just wishful thinking.

He pulled himself out of his boxers, tip already drooling his clear arousal messily. He always got so wet when he thought about this day. He used it to glide down his length, letting out a strangled moan as his hand tightened around himself.

Thinking further back to that day, he knew you were wearing panties. He remembers being so blessed as to see them, and kicking himself later for not snapping a pic of them.

He had found a spot in his hideout closer to you. You were facing away from him, and towards the water, laying on your stomach. He was hiding in the brush, his camera in hand, eye focused through the view finder. He was crouching, and took several side steps, a bit closer, and still hidden from view.

Or so he thought.

His foot stepped on a twig and it snapped. How cliche, how stupid. He can be so stupid sometimes.

Your head lifted off your forearms, which were acting as a pillow. Neck craning to look behind you. Your brows were furrowed, lips fixed a cute pout, and Seungmin felt himself hardening already. He didn’t want to get caught, it would ruin everything completely. His whole plan could blow up before it could truly begin. His cock didn’t care though, not in the moment, the idea of it was just so unbelievably hot.

He ducked down lower, trying to hide. He chanced a peek up again, looking at you.

His heart stopped. He made eye contact with you through the bushes. Surely, you couldn’t actually see him right now. Just happened to be looking right where his eyes were. Yeah, that’s it.

You weren’t looking away though, your eyes seemed to be trained directly on him.

Seungmin was prepared to get on his knees and apologize profusely, surely you’d be getting up and coming after him in a second. Berating him, alerting the police and anyone else who happened to be nearby, and calling him a pervert… which wasn’t false.

This just wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but he was mentally preparing to handle it.

To his surprise though, that’s not what happened.

He watches as your brow smoothes out, face no longer pinched in confusion. Your pout stays, but only because it looks like you’re fighting a smirk. Or he was just imagining things.

What wasn’t his imagination though, was how you put your head back down, and started adjusting yourself. You stretched your arms out in front of you, fingers digging into the sand. You arched your back, and brought one knee up towards your stomach. This left him a clear view of your spread thighs, black lace underwear showcasing your most intimate parts.

He was so hard at this miraculous sight, that it started to hurt and throb. A barely audible whine trapped in his throat.

You kept stretching, letting out a content sigh in your new position. You adjusted a final time, raising your hips once, ass bouncing as he watched.

It felt like you were putting on a show just for him. That couldn’t be true though. You would never do that, it wasn’t in your predicted nature. Surely if you suspected anyone behind you, watching you, you wouldn’t be doing… whatever this was. No. You had to have assumed no one was around, and were simply enjoying a private moment in the sun because of it.

Seungmin watched for a long time. Burning the image of the black lace, smooth thighs, and long legs into his memory. He was torn between not wanting to move, not wanting to make any noise and alert you again. And taking his cock out right now, and coming the hardest he ever has before. His camera was forgotten for the moment, left to hang around his neck.

Just as he moved his hand down, your friend came running up to you. Collapsing on top of you, effectively covering the most perfect view he had ever seen.

He hissed. Clear thoughts came back to him all at once, and he retreated with his camera before he really was caught.

He stroked himself to the memory, manipulating it in his favor. He imagined that you really did see him. That you spread your legs for him, and only him.

“Fuck.” He whimpered, speeding up his motions.

He imagined coming out from the brush, kneeling on your blanket and taking both cheeks in hand. He imagines massaging them, thumbs dipping towards your inner thighs, teasing the edge of the lace.

He imagines the cute mewls you might make. The way your hips would wriggle underneath him in pleasure, especially when his thumb would dip beneath the lace. Tracing through your wet folds as he sought out your clit. The gasped moan you’d make when he found it, and would press circles on it.

He imagines his cock between your plush thighs, between your perfect globes. His length dripping with your wetness, to make the glide that much better. He imagines rutting between them, how soft and warm it would feel.

He was standing now, panting, and hips bucking into his fist as he kept imagining and staring at your picture. He was hunched over his desk, over the photo of you. He teased the tip of his cock, circling it with his palm before dragging all the way back down. His other hand held his balls, squeezing gently, thumbing the seam. His release was building quickly, just a little more…

“What would you do without me Minnie?”

The words you spoke earlier played in his ears, and it had him wailing unabashedly as he bucked his hips a final time. His release shot out, ropes of thick, glistening, white covering your picture perfect form, as you lay at the beach.

He can’t help but imagine what it would be like if he had covered your actual body that day in his seed, while you lay in your pretty pink dress by the lake. The way his release would paint your entire backside, slide down your thighs, drip down the black lace between them.

His now softening cock twitches in his hand still, trying to come back to life, but it was too soon.

He slid a finger through the mess on the picture, almost as if he was trying to caress you.

He still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more, no he needed more. He’d waited long enough now.

His mind was racing. Was he well and truly ready?

He quickly washed his hands, and tidied himself up. Righting his pants and shirt, leaving the mess on his desk. He’d deal with it later. Right now the only thing he cared about was you.

He walked into the guest room, it was all set up for you. Fresh white sheets on the bed, high thread count, Egyptian cotton. He wanted only the best for you. A fluffy new pillow. He’d stocked the dresser in there with plenty of undergarments, all in your size.

He’d spent weeks going through your garbage, to figure out your size, of course.

He also filled the closet with outfits, some replicating his favorites he’d seen you wear. Some he assumed were your own favorites, because you wore them often. A few lounging outfits, for convenience. He also picked out some pajamas for you, all nightgowns and negligee… He had shoes for you too, multiple pairs.

He bought the same soap you use, the same shampoo and conditioner, the same lotion. The same perfumes that always changed with the seasons. He got all the same brands and shades of makeup you liked and wore. He also made sure to get you various brushes and combs. All the hair supplies, really. Scrunchies, the hair spray you liked, regular black hair ties, head bands, bobby pins, barrettes, clips. OH! He bought banana clips, one of your favorite things to wear in your hair.

He had learned so much about women’s beauty, in preparing for your stay here.

He even got a nail kit, some of your favorite colors of polish included. He would help with doing them if needed, he’s a quick learner.

Normally he’d want to spoil you, give you money and have you go get a relaxing manicure treatment. Maybe a pedicure or a massage to go with it.

Once you were here though, you couldn’t leave for quite a while.

He walked over to the bed again, fixing the covers a bit so that everything was perfect. He smiled to himself as his fingers traced the sheets, then the pillow where your head would eventually lay. Then they climbed up the bed post, to the cold chains that were attached. He tugged roughly, making sure they were secure. His smile only grew.

Then he moved to the end of the bed, and did the same to those chains. Securing them, making sure everything was in order.

He wasn’t entirely stupid.

In a perfect world, you’d come live with him willingly and immediately. You might even lay next to him in his own bed, choosing to completely share the space. You’d let him pamper you, and shower you with love and affection.

The world was far from perfect though, he’d have to take you for himself… And once he had you. He knew he could never. Ever. Lose you.

The current situation in town provided the absolute best scenario. Kudos to Mr. Killer.

You would go missing, and he’d stage a faux crime scene eventually. Someone finding your purse, or wallet, or some other identifiable item of yours. Everyone would think you're dead, and that they just hadn’t found your body yet. They’d assume the killer did it.

He had already cleared his name legally. The police had questioned him weeks ago, and had gone through his home at the encouragement of Seungmin himself. He knew they didn’t have a warrant, knew that it had been rejected. Still, he wholly cooperated when they had asked, proving that he had nothing to hide.

At least in relevance to the murder cases. He truly hadn’t hurt or killed anyone. It’s not his fault that his indifferent, somewhat dark, and moody personality had been twisted into that of a murderer. If anyone took the time to give him a chance, they’d find out that’s not who he is at all, not on the inside.

He was under no irregular suspicion, aside from the chatty folks in town. But on the off chance someone did suspect him of doing something specifically to you, they would have no evidence of it. Only the evidence connecting you as a victim to the killer, and that alone would protect him. Or so he hoped.

He had other means of protection as well though.

Once enough time passed. He’d take you, and smuggle you out of the country. The both of you would be halfway across the world by the time anyone realized you were still alive. You’d be together, happy, and in love. On the sunny beaches of Sydney. You would be.

Because Seungmin already knew you would love him back eventually. He just has to show you, teach you.

He also knew it might be hard in the beginning.

Once he was sure the chains were good, he moved to grab various items from the drawer of the nightstand. A blindfold, a gag, duct tape, and a pair of cuffs.

His heart was beating out of his chest, his earlier release doing nothing to calm the adrenaline that was still flowing freely. Usually that was all it took, one orgasm and he was out like a light. Now though, he only felt invigorated.

Next, he grabbed the tiny bottle of pills. One should do. It would knock you out enough that you’d be out of it, unable to speak clearly, and unable to think straight, but still able to stumble about.

He checked the time. 10:02 p.m.

Perfect. Everyone should be inside by now, everyone who followed the curfew that is. Those that didn’t would all be gathered in one place, nowhere near here.

The backwoods.

It used to be a beautiful place. Not many people went out that far, because it was a good distance from even the closest neighborhood. The cops were lazy, they’d never go out there to break up a party. Hence, it was now the designated location for anyone between the ages of 19-30, after the curfew.

They’d light a bonfire, drinking shitty and cheap beer, and liquor from water bottles. It was how one generation was coping with the curfew. It spoke volumes, mind you, the curfew has only been in effect for 5 days. People already feel the need to drink themselves numb.

Most others in town were quite older, or they were parents, safely tucked away with their families and children long before 9 o’clock rolled around. Those were the people taking this situation seriously. Those were the people he’d have to watch out for when he brought you home.

It would be easy enough, faking inebriation right along with you. Apologizing and saying that he drank too much with his friend, and he was getting you home before it got too late. At the least, he’d be scolded for disobeying the curfew. At the most, whoever caught him would go babbling about it, and word would spread. You’d be last seen on the verge of passing out, last seen after curfew, and most importantly. Last seen with him.

He paused for a moment, stomach sinking as he thought more about it. Maybe he should plan this part out a bit more… give it a few more days…

No. The doorman in his own lobby was in bed, and he knew for a fact the cameras weren’t working in his building. He had seen to that himself.

Changbin’s apartment was quiet, no music blasting, meaning he was also out in the back woods. Probably pawing at that Hyunjin guy.

He knew everyone’s schedules in this building, and they were all in for the night, or out at the backwoods.

You lived on the outskirts of the neighborhood closest to downtown, Seungmin lived downtown. It would take him fifteen minutes to get there. Twenty if he wanted to move completely undetected.

There’s no doubt in his mind that you’d be home. You only went to the backwoods once, on the first night of curfew. He’d overheard you talking about how stupid it is, that you could have more fun at home.

He could do this. He’s doing this.

He went into the kitchen first, grabbing the toothbrush out of the plastic bag, and slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder. He dropped the toothbrush off in your room, placed in a decorative cup on the dresser. Then he packed his bag with the items he pulled out earlier, forgoing the gag. The pill would make you quiet enough.

His heart was still pounding, skin still tingling, and butterflies in his stomach fluttering like crazy.

He was bringing you home.

He made it.

He’s behind your house, the same house you used to live in with your father. You had kept it when he eventually passed. You live alone now.

He was crouching by the garbage can that he’d become familiar with. All the lights in your house were off. No noticeable sound coming from inside.

He had changed, all black, a bit cliche but it worked for his goals. His bag was slung over his shoulder, and he wore a black face mask. He was trying for the undetectable route anyways.

You always used the back door of your home, never the front. You also had a spare key. He’d watched you use it before one day, though he couldn’t figure out why. He was sure he saw you slip your own keys into your purse as you left work minutes ago. You kept it under your door mat. He watched you put it back once your door was unlocked.

His hand slipped under the mat, peeling it back to reveal a silver house key. He pinched it between two fingers, holding it up to his face with a smile.

Slowly, he stood up. Inserting the key to the lock, trying to be quiet. Everything sounded so loud in the dead of night.

The door opened as he twisted the knob. He quickly stashed the key back under the mat and stepped inside. His boots echoed, and he flinched. He quietly shut the door behind him and looked around.

It looked exactly how he expected, a mixture of quaint and modern. A home that you can tell has been lived in for decades, but still decorated with the stylish, personal touch of someone in their twenties.

As much as he wished to take everything in, to look around your home for the first time, he had to find you first. He’d blindfold you while you were still in bed, then tie you up, then he’d give you the pill.

He wasn’t looking forward to that part, knew you’d start fighting him. You’d be scared, probably thinking that he was the murderer, that you were about to die. That’s why he wanted to blindfold you first… less… trauma. Or at least the trauma wouldn’t be immediately tied to him.

He hated this part about as much as it excited him. He didn’t want to cause you any mental harm, but there was no other way. He supposed some things had to be sacrificed for the bigger prize.

It would be worth it in the end, as fucked up as it is to say. He would prove to you how good he’d be for you. How much he loved you. How you two were destined to be soul mates. You could understand him in a way no one else had, and treated him in a way no one else had. He wouldn’t give that up for anything else in the world.

He made his way through the house, stepping as quietly as his noisy boots would allow him. He said a silent prayer of thanks when he reached the carpeted hallway.

Judging from the outside of the house, he knew your bedroom would be the room at the end of the hall on the left.

He crept up to the door holding his breath, and opened the door. He cringed at the small scraping noise it made against the carpet. His eyes darted to your bed immediately. It was in the middle of the room, against the back wall.

Empty.

Confusion set in. The lights in your room were off, the curtains drawn, and your bed was perfectly made. Without you in it.

He glanced down at his watch again. 10:38 p.m.

He had passed the bathroom, the other bedrooms, and the living room. All with open doors, and all empty as he walked by. He double checked your room, peeking in the closet even, as he searched for you.

Had he gotten it wrong? Maybe you had decided to give the backwoods another shot?

He slowly made his way back through the house, checking for you in the kitchen. The lights were off in here too.

Then he heard it, a metal scraping noise, followed by jingling. He froze.

His ears tuned in the direction of the backdoor, thinking maybe it was your keys as you unlocked it. But no, it wasn’t that.

A series of thuds came next.

His head swiveled in the direction he heard it coming from this time, and his eyes landed on a door. He approached it cautiously. When he saw it on his first scan of the kitchen, he’d assumed it was a pantry. Then he remembered the twin steel doors he’d seen out back. A hatchway.

His heart sinks, why would you be in the basement? Unless, it was finished and furnished. Perhaps you’d turned it into a hang out spot. If that were the case, he’d now have to worry about visitors. Your friends.

He hadn’t brought any weapons with him, the thought not even crossing his mind. He’d never harm you in any way that wasn’t for your benefit… certainly not physically.

He backtracked, opening one of the kitchen drawers. He closed it, and opened another. His hands were shaking again. Was he really going to have to hit someone? Even his school yard bullies had only ever harmed him mentally and emotionally. While he wasn’t weak, he wasn’t sure how it would feel to hurt someone with his bare hands.

But he wouldn’t let anyone get in his way tonight.

He opened the fourth drawer, and saw a single meat mallet laying there. It was old, vintage even, with a wooden handle. The pounding block was aged, as if he could see the spots of wear and tear, where rust had been scrubbed away. It looked cared for, for lack of better words, considering it was as worn as it was.

He picked it up, and then cursed at himself. He didn’t think to bring his gloves either. Maybe he really was rushing things. How could he forget a single, very important thing like that. His traces were probably left all over the house. He’d have to spend quite a bit of time cleaning before he took you home.

With his weapon in hand, he went back to the basement door. As he opened it, he heard footsteps in the basement, but saw nothing. He made his way down the stairs, as an eerie feeling set in his chest. He’d given up the air of secrecy by this point, no longer putting extra care into being quiet.

Once at the bottom he looked around, but he couldn’t really see much. Only a faint, yellow, glow in a doorway down there. He scanned the area around him once more, before moving towards it.

The basement definitely wasn’t finished. It was full of boxes, used as storage. An old washer and dryer in the corner, what looked like an old couch was set in front of them. Debris littered the floor; chips of broken wood, small pieces of paper, ripped cardboard, dirt and dust. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling. This definitely wasn’t a place he could see you just hanging out.

Broken glass crunched under his boots, and he froze. The sound startled him. Why is there broken glass down here?

He heard a thrashing noise then, no other way to explain it. It sounded like a struggle. Then someone was screeching, it came out muffled. Suddenly he was horrified it might be you. His mind was thinking the worst. He raised the mallet and charged forward, determined to do whatever it took to protect you.

He rushed through the doorway, and he wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

There you were, but you weren’t in danger. You were on top of… Ashley? A knife plunged into her chest, which was attached to your hand.

Seungmin was aghast, he didn’t know what to make of it all.

His eyes widened, as he watched the pale body twitch. Her mouth was covered in duct tape, going concave when she tried to gasp for air. Blood was puddling underneath her, and seeping out of her wound. Blood started leaking from underneath the tape, sputtering from her mouth and nose. One last wet, gurgling, breath exhaling from her body.

Seungmin saw the exact moment life left her still open eyes. Her body sagging, limp, lifeless.

In the next instant, you were standing up, the knife ripping out of the body. You spun around, weapon raised above your head, yet aimed towards him as if he were next. Your eyes locked on him. You looked crazed, chest heaving and teeth bared, your hair tussled messily around your face. The smallest amount of blood was splattered across your white tank top.

He lowered his own hand, letting the mallet fall to the ground with a bang, at the same time you lowered the knife.

“I-I– Wha…” He tried, but his tongue wasn’t letting him form any words.

His mouth felt dry, he was in awe. You looked glorious, and it shouldn’t be turning him on. He clenched his fists, willing his cock to stay soft.

“Seungmin?” You questioned, stepping over the body and coming closer.

It was then he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. The way they jiggled when you stepped… He had no control over his physical reactions anymore.

“You’re here a few days earlier than I expected.” You smiled at him, but it wasn’t an evil smile, in the way he would expect from someone who just killed a person.

Then it all hit him at once. You killed someone just now. You killed Ashley, of all people. Someone he had just been with, by chance, not even two hours ago.

He looked around the space he was in now. The floor and walls were covered in a clear plastic tarp. A nearby stainless steel table held various items, some looked like tools, some weapons, and some… medical instruments? Buckets surrounded the area in numerous sizes. There were hooks poking out from the tarp on the wall, chains attached to them, and shackles attached to the chains… and to the body.

Next, your words finally registered in his mind.

“Early?” He whispered, his gaze returning to you.

You nodded enthusiastically, taking him off guard. He clearly wasn’t fully processing everything.

“Come with me!” You said to him, grabbing his wrist, dragging him out of the room and towards the stairs.

He felt floaty right now, in a way he couldn’t explain.

He stumbled behind you as you hopped up the stairs. Your touch burns his skin in the most delightful way. He followed as you led him through your house, dropping the knife into the sink with a clatter, then straight to your bedroom. He let you shove him on the bed, still dazed and confused.

“I’ll be right back, please don’t be scared.” You pleaded to him with worried eyes.

He nodded, he should be scared. So why wasn’t he?

You turned around, flinging your tank top off, leaving you in only black leggings that hugged your curves tightly. His jaw dropped at the expanse of bare skin across your back, showcasing a perfect hourglass figure. Your skin looked silken. His fingers itched to trace the dip of your spine, to trace the unexpected twin dimples on your lower back. He also noticed a little beauty mark, dotted above your right hip as he watched you walk out of the bedroom. You went into the bathroom across the hall.

His cock was throbbing again, he placed a hand over himself, half trying to cover it and half adding pressure. He let out a long breath and closed his eyes as he tried to process everything.

Does this mean you’re the suspect, the one who had been murdering across town? Your basement sure enough was set up as a serial killer's wet dream. How had he not noticed before? That couldn’t be right, none of the evidence pointed towards you. You weren’t even on police radar.

Then again, what he’s seen of you tonight, was nothing like the you he’s known, the version of you that you portrayed. Not completely anyways. He recognized your kind eyes once you realized it was him. And the gentle way you spoke to him was the same as always. The way you treated him tonight was still genuine, just with added enthusiasm, but that could be the adrenaline. He assumed it had to be skyrocketing right now after stealing a life.

You didn’t react in the way he assumed a killer being caught in the act would…

You seemed so savage, so… ruthless. Your nonchalance to the entire act only enhanced that. And for some reason, Seungmin found that incredibly sexy.

He gripped his cock through his pants, hissing slightly.

Then you walked in. A fresh shirt on, and your hair brushed out, falling in waves over your shoulders.

He straightened, releasing his grip, but keeping his hand over himself.

“Awww… Minnie.” You smirked at him with twinkling eyes, as you glanced down at his lap.

He wanted to moan at the nickname, he already felt close with just your eyes on him. It had never sounded so good to his ears.

“Let me… take care of this first?” You said, walking towards him, standing in between his legs before dropping to your knees, “Then I can explain some things to you…?”

His dreams about you, the scenarios he imagined with you, nothing compared to the real sight of you between his spread thighs.

He tried to keep a clear mind, he really did. He tried to force the word no out of his mouth, tried to find the right words to ask you to explain now.

But all that came out was a breathy, “Okay.”

You bit your lip and smiled. Unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants already had him panting. He was nervous he would come the moment you touched him.

At the same time none of it felt real. It was all so sudden.

“W-wait.” He stuttered, his hand in a vice grip around your wrist, “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked with furrow brows, and that same cute pout on your lips he thought about earlier.

He gulped, trying to gather some semblance of a single straight thought before he spoke.

“You just…” He hesitated.

Understanding settled on your face.

“Killed someone?’ You huffed a dry laugh, “It’s not the first time.”

Seungmin had no time to react to that, you were pulling him out of his boxers. Cupping his balls to drag them out and wrapping warm fingers around him, waves of pleasure already hitting him intensely. His jaw dropped, and his eyes rolled back, head falling back slightly.

“I guess I can explain a bit now.” You mumbled, stroking him nonchalantly, as if it were the last thing on his mind.

“Nnngh.” Seungmin whined.

“It’s no secret anymore, not to you. I killed those people.” You said, tightening your grip around him.

He grunted, desperately trying to hold out on his orgasm.

“Why?!” He gasped, but only because you twisted your wrist just right and swirled over the tip of his cock, before bringing your hand back down to the base.

It was like you knew exactly how he liked it already.

“Why not?” You chuckled.

“It’s not like the majority of them didn’t deserve it. Living a dead end life full of selfish tendencies, making no progress in bettering themselves or anyone around them. They all peaked in high school, if you could even call it that. They were bullies who never grew up, wannabe thugs and criminals, some of them actual criminals. They were the evil ones, not me. I cleaned up this town, if anything.”

You ended your response by rewarding him. Your tongue pressed flat against his shaft, licking a stripe up the vein of his cock. Tongue circling the head of it, before sucking it between your lips.

Seungmin couldn’t help but buck his hips with a loud grunt, shoving himself further in your mouth. He could feel how hot and wet your mouth was, how your tongue danced on him, he even felt the sharp sting of teeth scraping against his shaft when he fortuitously thrust in.

It felt like heaven on earth, but it still didn’t feel real.

You hummed around him, seemingly content with his actions. You bobbed your head once, twice. By the third time, with your nose pressed into his pubic hair, he was forcefully shooting his load down your throat.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was whimpering, hips twitching as your tongue laved against him, throat closing around him.

He was breaching true oversensitivity for the first time in his life. Not the teasing version he’s only ever supplied for himself. The kind where he has no choice but to give up full control, he’s at your mercy.

“Mmmm, y-y/n, sensitive.” He’s whining, tears welling in his eyes.

He felt pathetic, but so good all at once. His fists gripped the blanket on your bed, he shuddered, legs quivering, waiting for your ministrations to cease.

You lifted off of him with an audible pop, and it made him moan loudly. He watched you through lidded eyes, chest heaving, trying to come back to his mind and body. He saw you wipe your chin and bottom lip, then swallow. His cock twitched once again, a pitiful dribble of milky white dripping down it.

You smiled up at him, “Has anyone ever touched you before?”

Shame tore through all his positive emotions, bursting the fluffy cloud he was happily floating on. It felt like he crash landed on your bed, body jolting.

“No, no one has.” He said.

“I’m not judging, but I won’t lie and say that doesn’t make me happy.” You said, voice like a siren.

You stood up abruptly, pushing at his shoulder to make him tumble flat on his back on the bed. Seungmin assumed the surprises tonight would never stop. It was like he made a wish to a genie, and everything was about to come true. But, just like a scheming genie would make it, there was always a catch. While half of him believed you would never trick him in any sort of way, you never had before anyways, the other half just has to be sure.

So when you climbed on top of him, a thigh on either side of his legs, he made the bold choice to grab you by your waist. Effectively freezing you. Your eyes widened as you gazed down at him, lip sucked in between your teeth, still as a statue.

“But why?” He asked one more time.

“I already answered that question, you’ll have to be more specific.” You stated calmly.

“Okay,” He took a deep breath, unsure of what to even ask, “Then… why Ashley?”

And maybe that was the wrong thing to ask. Because there was a fire in your eyes as you glared down at him.

“Do you feel bad for her? Sad she’s gone?” You spat at him, and it was the first time you ever showed any sort of negative emotion directed at him.

He started panicking, so he sat up quickly, uncaring that he was still exposed and vulnerable during this conversation.

“No! God, no. Not that… I’m just trying to understand.” He said, and he didn’t quite comprehend how intimate his next actions were.

He was trying to comfort you. He moved his hands from your waist, to your face. Fingers brushing the tendrils of hair from your face, to behind your ear. His palm softly caressing your cheek. Just like he’s always wanted to do.

You melted into his touch, resting your face on his hand, head tilting to the side, and eyes fluttering closed. The pout was back, and he wanted to kiss it away, but he wasn’t sure if that was allowed. Even after your lips had already been on him.

“She always wanted to fuck you, you know.” You muttered, “Never knew how to act though. For years, she pined for your attention and after you refused to give it to her, she turned to being cruel. Like a five year old boy with his first crush. She talked about it in school a lot. About how she could have any guy she wanted, how she had them all already, how you were the only one left she couldn’t crack. Then, in the same breath, called you a freak. As if her spreading her legs for boys and men whenever they wanted was normal.” Your words were like venom as you spoke.

“Then we all grew up, or we all were supposed to. I know I did, I know you did as well. Changbin too. Not many others did though.” You continued, and Seungmin made a mental note to ask how you knew Changbin.

“Even as an adult she would try to keep on bullying you. Keeping up that mean girl act, dialed up to ten. I always saw it, always heard it. The looks she would give you, the things she would say to you. And I know you let it roll off your shoulders every single time. I couldn’t though. Did you know that she was the one who started the rumors in town? About you?” You questioned.

He was stunned. He guessed a part of him had wondered, but ultimately he assumed it was a ridiculous thought. To have it confirmed now though…

He made the mistake of looking away from you, and your hand flew to his face, palm cupping his jaw, making him look into your eyes.

“So, I had to. I actually wanted to kick things off with her first. Maybe it was… maybe it was jealousy.” You forced out, “But after the rumor, she had to die.”

Seungmin nodded, still not fully absorbing it all, but still feeling a strange fuzzy, cozy feeling inside him.

You nodded along with him, a smile on your face once again, “They all did. Jilly, Hajoon, Mark, Aecha. They all wronged you, and you didn’t deserve that. They all bullied you, or condemned you, disrespected you. And I couldn’t have that, not anymore. It had gone on for too long, they would never stop.”

He gulped, hard and audible. The faces flashed in his mind as you named them, the ghosts from his school years that haunted him back then. Sure, he had for the most part moved on, not necessarily forgotten. His skin grew tougher, he didn’t dwell on the dark times too much. Oftentimes, he braved a strong facade about it. Now he didn’t have to though, some were gone, the rest would no doubt be disappearing one by one as well. All thanks to you, his beautiful, and selfless guardian angel, who always came to his rescue.

Your hand was still on his cheek, his had fallen back down to settle on your waist. He squeezed gently, as he felt his cock hardening for the third time tonight, a record for him. It didn’t escape you either. You glanced down, licking your lips, your eyes lighting up once again at the discovery.

“It was easy too.” You whispered, voice alluring, “I had killed once before, well over a decade ago.”

He crinkled his brows, slightly alarmed. You’d have been a child at that point. It didn’t make sense.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his tone dripping in concern.

You just kept smiling at him, “My mother.”

Seungmin thought back to that day in class, when you gave him your pencil. The only other time he had heard you speak about your mom.

“She was abusive, and no one would believe me. It started off with me, she never wanted me. Never wanted to be with my dad either, but it was me who felt the first brunt of it all.” You sighed.

“She always spoke about how she was meant to make it big, meant to leave this town and become a celebrity living in the big city. She said we were her downfall before she ever got the chance. Blamed us for being the reason her life was as shitty as it was. It couldn’t have been, you know, the pills or the alcohol or the complete lack of motivation she had to actually live.” You ranted, and he listened attentively.

He felt himself growing exceedingly angry, before remembering this person was dead.

You continued, “She wanted a silver spoon, that is what she truly wanted, and when she thought she found it with my dad. She trapped him. Or she thought she did, he was devoted to her. He gave up everything to be with her, to raise me. You see, he’s from the city, he only met her when she was visiting. He’s the son of StellationQ’s CEO, the software company still currently leading the world in cybersecurity.”

More surprises for Seungmin, he was well adverse in most of StellationQ’s software, using it frequently during his work and personal hours.

“If my dad had stuck on the path his family laid out for him, he’d have inherited millions. Not to mention the money he would have earned himself, had he finished college and been granted the position waiting for him at my grandfather's company. But he met my mom, at a sleazy club no less, and one night spent in the private VIP lounge had him captivated by her.”

He couldn’t help but heavily relate to your father. It only took one glance and a few words for him to be captivated by you. He was starting to wonder if it was a hereditary trait.

He found himself hoping for a son with you, instead of a daughter. No person would ever be good enough for her.

“She thought she had won big, thought she’d be marrying into a wealthy family, that she would be set for life. I was an afterthought basically, a ticket of security, and once I’m born. The nannies would take care of me.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

He pulled you close to him, arms wrapping around your back to rub comfortingly.

“His family essentially disowned him. They said if he wanted to ruin his life like this, he would do it alone. They wanted to give her money to get rid of me, and be on her way. Pay her off. And I have no doubt she would’ve accepted too, but my father never let that happen. Never even let them meet. So, they bought them this house, in her hometown, paid out what had accumulated from his trust fund, and turned their backs. My mother was so angry, felt like she had been fooled, which is a ridiculous notion. She spent a huge chunk of the money before I was even born.”

He listened, and he willed his erection to die down, it was inappropriate. But your voice kept it standing upright.

“I’m rambling now, oversharing.” You laughed nervously, but he shook his head in denial, oversharing could never exist between you two, “She got violent. It started with me, I don’t remember a time she wasn’t rough with me. Always yanking me around, pushing and pulling, smacking and kicking, and… well. She kept it hidden from my father at first, and when he asked about the marks, she responded by saying I was a rambunctious and adventurous child. He believed her, until he saw it for his own eyes one day. From that moment on, all her aggressions were directed towards him. Smacking turned into punching, turned into objects being thrown at him, turned into blunt objects beating him. And I never understood why he didn’t fight back. He could have. He could have taken her down, at the very least hold her back. When I asked him, I saw how dull his eyes were, how hollow he looked. A shell of the man he once was. She had emotionally berated him too, breaking his heart repeatedly until he started losing the will to live. So I had to kill her.”

He was realizing just how protective you were of the people you cared about.

“She had thrown her favorite fire poker across the kitchen that day in a fit of rage, her usual weapon of choice. Then she picked up a knife, this knife actually.” You said, leaning over towards the night stand, pulling out a shiny knife.

Seungmin felt enthralled, seeing a knife in your hand once again.

“I polish this thing every day,” You giggle, “But never use it anymore… Not for…” You trailed off with that familiar dazed look in your eyes, “Anyways, when I saw her holding this knife, I saw red. Even as a child, I knew what had to be done. If my dad didn’t have the will to protect himself, I would. And he didn’t, he stood there, a vacant look in his eyes as if he accepted his fate. So I screamed, at the top of my lungs, and ran straight at her. I pushed her, and she dropped the knife. I don’t even remember the look on her face when I first stabbed her, or her screams. I remember nothing of her dying actually, but I remember how I felt when I claimed her life. Liberated, fierce, like I could accomplish anything.”

You were playing with the knife now, finger tracing along the flat side of the blade. Seungmin watched with interest.

“My dad covered everything up for me. Or rather, my grandfather. With her destructive essence out of the picture, the family happily welcomed him back. Me too. Though I suspect that they were scared about what I would try to do to one of them should they step out of line. My grandpa told me I stabbed her 37 times. I was a bit indifferent. They abandoned us once, who’s to say they won’t again. But they made my dad happy, so I stayed silent on that front.”

You paused for a minute, switching the knife to your other hand. A more natural grip, assumedly, the hand you used to get the job done.

“When I saw that look in your eyes, that day in middle school. I knew I would have to do something if things didn’t change. I would have to pick up a knife again. I was older, of age, and could plan things out. So I started to, that day. I’m sorry I couldn’t get closer to you back then, but if I did. I’d have been caught way too soon, dots would have started connecting, even to the simpletons on our police force.” You sounded so sorrowful by the end of it, voice sounding truly hurt and full of regret.

“Hey hey, it’s okay.” Seungmin rushed to comfort you, “It’s okay. I promise.”

He wonders if now is the time he should reveal his own long-time pining.

“I know you love me too, it’s not just me… right?” You said trying to sound full of confidence, trying to come across as cocky, but he heard the hesitancy in your tone.

Your intelligence never ceased to amaze him, but tonight it was in full effect. He thought he’d been sneaky all these years, thought he’d been subtle even, at least publicly. Yet, your sharp witted mind caught it all. Captured his emotions perfectly.

He was nodding his head excitedly, felt his hair flopping on his head, and didn’t bother to hide the blush he knew was spreading on his entire face. He was sure his smile only enhanced how foolish he looked in the moment, but he couldn’t care. He felt overjoyed, not only could he confess, his confession would be in response to yours. You loved him.

You love him.

“Of course I do, I do!” He practically shouted, “It could never be one sided on your end, God, y/n. I’m so in love with you, you don’t even know the full extent.”

The mischievous smirk was back on your face, “Oh? You mean… how you were planning to abduct me? Drug me, tie me up, steal me away, and keep me all to yourself, and do who knows what to me?”

As you spoke, you teased the flat side of the knife up across his clothed chest, the edge coming dangerously close to his neck. He should be terrified, you accusing him of very much true things, while holding a knife to him… But it turned him on even more, his cocking twitching so hard between you two, that it bounced off your stomach.

“How?”

“I won’t reveal the secrets to my genius so soon, my love.” You whispered right in his ear, teeth grazing the shell, breath hot, “Enough talking. I’ve waited years for this, I want you right now Seungmin.”

With that, all other thoughts in his mind are rendered away, leaving only you in his head.

You stood up, placing the blade gently on the bed next to him. You stripped your top first, revealing your perky breasts to him. Your nipples were so pretty and pink, he was sure when he popped one of them into his mouth, it would taste like strawberry frosting.

Next you peeled your leggings off, hands leisurely running down each leg. He knew you were teasing him, he liked it very much.

When you were completely bare, you pushed him back down flat on the bed again. He decided he was starting to fall in love with the way you manhandled him.

You climbed on top of him, and he lifted his head to zero in on your center between your thighs. They spread, as your legs slotted him, and he saw just how glistening you were. Already dripping wet, and for him.

All for him.

“You just lay back, let me do all the work. And keep your cute little snatcher outfit on, it’s actually really fucking hot.” Your voice was downright seductive, and he was nodding his head in affirmation.

He knew you weren’t a virgin. Knew you’d actually lost your virginity to your high school boyfriend, but he never once held that against you. It was good that one of you knew exactly what to do and expect, and could guide the other. An area he was quickly realizing he should’ve researched more.

You settled down on top of him, right on his length, still exposed and poking out from his slightly pulled down pants. He let out a low moan, and you gasped. Rocking your hips gently, you coated him in your wetness, he knew it would taste like honey.

You were whimpering now, the glide was smooth, and he could feel your tiny hardened bud catching on the ridge of his tip. Even though you told him to lay back, he still brought his hands to your waist. They were like a magnet to it at this point.

He wasn’t necessarily moving you, so to say, but he rested his hands further down on your hips. His arms move with each thrust of yours. He was panting, sweat started to form on his brow. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now.

Before he could pull you down though, you sat up straighter, slowing down your movements. Your hand went for the knife, and for a moment, his heart sped up. His length also pulsed, and he knew you felt it.

You half chuckled, half moaned, as you fisted the knife. Your other hand sliding under his shirt, palm skimming up his stomach and chest as you raised his shirt.

“I know this knife excites you, is it all knives? You into that baby?” You breathed heavily.

His mouth went dry again, and he swallowed to try and get any kind of words out.

“I think it’s more of… you holding it that excites me. I’m into you.” He said, sounding fucked out already.

“Fuck,” You moaned, grinding down harder against his cock, making his hips drive upwards, wanting to provide you more pleasure, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course, with my life.” Seungmin whispered, the irony of his words going unnoticed by both of you.

“I think you do like knives.” You said, and he felt the cold metal of the blade being placed on his chest, right between his pecs.

He hissed, flinching slightly, and felt his own nipples harden.

“Don’t move,” You said in a sing-song voice, “When you first saw me holding that knife, it was like your entire being liquified. I saw the bulge in your pants, too.”

You kept at your teasing words, the knife in your hand matching them perfectly. He felt the sharpness of it now, scratching against his skin as you drew slashes and curves against him. Never breaking the skin, but enough to make sure he felt it.

He didn’t know which sensation to focus on. It all brought him ecstasy.

“I’ve seen and felt how your dick moved eeevery time this piece has been in my hand.”

You moved the tip to circle his nipple, at the same time swiveling your hips, and he whined at the stimulation. Then you applied a bit more pressure to the skin right above his areola. He felt the nick to it, and hissed, hips wanting desperately to move faster against you, but you told him not to move.

“I knew you’d like it, my sweet, not-so-innocent puppy.”

“P-puppy?” He questioned.

“How could you not be? The way you’re so obedient, so good for me. You’re listening so well, even though you came here to be a naughty boy. The way you nod your head for me so enthusiastically, you look just like a sweet and loving puppy. Act like one too, and I love it.” You praised him.

He wasn’t sure how to feel, no one ever spoke to him like this before. So he whimpered.

“You even sound like one too, my good boy.” You admired.

Then you were placing the knife to the side, far enough away that it clattered off the bed to the floor. But you ignored it, in favor of raising your hips and fisting his cock instead, aligning it with your entrance.

Before he could stop you, wanting to properly get you ready, you were sinking down onto him. This time the guttural moan came from you, he was stuck hyperventilating and whining. He had never felt anything so good, almost too hot, too wet, too tight.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” He was chanting, hands fully gripping you too tight.

“My name is y/n actually, and I am yours. All yours, only yours.” You said in that breathy and enchanting tone.

You were lifting your hips, coming almost all the way off him entirely, before sinking back down again, repeatedly. A lewd squelching filled the air with every movement. Your pace was agonizingly slow, and he wanted nothing more than to flip you and fuck you hard and fast into the mattress. He wasn’t even confident he could do that, but his basic primal urges wanted to take over.

But he wanted to be good for you. He knew how much you liked that now.

“Feel’s so good, fuck, puppy.” You moaned.

He thinks he could really start getting used to that specific pet name, if it always sounded so good coming from your lips.

You picked up your pace, and Seungmin was hypnotized by the way your tits bounced. With a tentative hand, he reached to cup one. You moaned louder, hips stuttering, when he did. His eyes flashed to your face, flushed and looking down on him, then back to your chest. He had no idea what he was doing, what would feel good for you, but you seemed to like it already. So he squeezed timidly, and it felt so soft.

You moved faster again, spurred on by his touch, and so he grew bold. He massaged both of them, relishing in the feel of you in his palms. When his thumb grazed your perfectly peaked nipple, you keened. He mimicked the action with his other thumb, and you arched your back, offering him a better angle.

The way you moved now, your hips grinding back and forth on him with him inside you, providing a sensation he’d never quite felt before. It was driving him mad, he was so close, and from the sounds you were making, you were too.

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, good or not. He moved his arms around your lower back, bringing you collapsing down to his chest. Then his hands found purchase on your ass, and, my god, he was right. So plush, so soft, just like the rest of you.

“Wh-” You tried to say something.

He didn’t let you though, instead he lifted your hips, then started snapping his hips up with a raspy grunt. And fuck, this is exactly what he needed. He was pumping into you hard and fast, little to no rhythm, but he was reaching his peak quickly. Only one thing would push him over the edge.

“Y-y/n, y/n, y/n!” He whined, each thrust a punctuation to his chanting.

“That’s right, good boy.” You moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Kis- can I kiss you?” He panted, a pleading tone to his voice.

You lifted your head to face him, a shy smile on your rosy lips, even as he’s buried deep inside you.

The moment your lips pressed down to his, he snapped his hips up harshly, earning a groan from you. He was spilling into you all too quickly, his cock pulsing with each never ending spurt. His lips parted in a silent moan, trapped in his throat. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue between them, and you tasted divine.

He was panting into your mouth, drooling, but you didn’t seem to care. He couldn’t control anything right now. When he caught his breath a bit, he was matching your movements. He’d never kissed anyone before, so he was sure it wasn’t the best for you. But it was for him.

Your tongue explored everywhere, the roof of his mouth, the soft tissues under his tongue, the back of his top teeth. You were ruining him, and he couldn’t be more in love if he tried.

When you broke apart from him, he instantly felt guilty, “I’m sorry, oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He started.

“I didn’t even ask if I could… inside you. A-and you didn’t… Did you? No of course you didn’t, oh my god.” He continued, whining out of embarrassment towards the end.

You were stroking fingers through his hair, shushing him gently, “It’s okay, sweet puppy. You are such an actual puppy, tsk aw.”

He wanted to dissolve and disappear at the same time.

“It’s okay to misbehave a little bit, you can always make it up to me.” You whispered.

He was nodding his head dramatically again, drinking up the smile that never left your face.

“Thaaat’s my good boy.” You teased, “Now stick your tongue out.”

He was confused again, brows pursed, but he followed and stuck his tongue out. You giggled and lifted your hips, his now soft length sliding out of you. He watched as you climbed up the bed on your knees, until he came face to face with the most perfect sight he’s seen yet.

It was so pretty, puffy and red, and leaking his release down your inner thigh.

“Ready? I’m sensitive, my love, but I need to come so badly.” You teased in an over dramatic voice again.

He was drooling, mouth watering as his tongue pressed flatter against his chin. You lowered yourself, right onto his face, and he felt his cock give another valiant twitch in interest. There was no way humanly possible, he could pop another boner. But damn it, his body tried.

Ambrosial; That was the only thing that came to mind when you slid back and forth on his tongue. He also tasted the tang of his own release as it kept leaking out of you, but he didn’t mind.

He felt your hardened nub drag against it, and your thighs quivered. You let out a breathy moan. He wanted more.

It was an internal battle, as you bucked against his face. Careful hands came up, gripping around your thighs, circling around to the plush globes he was quickly becoming even more obsessed with. He wanted nothing more than to devour you wholly. But you only told him to stick his tongue out, and he was trying his best to be good.

You gasped when you drug your hips a bit too far, clit catching on his nose. That was all it took to make him break once again.

He wrapped his arms around your lower back, securing you in place, and started thoroughly tasting you. His tongue laved sloppily throughout your folds, he couldn’t get enough. You mewled when he suckled down your arousal, teeth accidentally grazing.

Your hand shot down to his head, fingers twisting in his strands, and he grunted.

“G-gentle.” You warned him.

So he slowed his movements, and worked to find the bundle of nerves that would make you fall apart. His tongue encircled it softly, keeping your sensitivity in mind. Your hips fought against him, twitching, and your thighs shook like they wanted to give up. He kept focused, the only thing on his mind was making you come.

“Mmmm.. M-minnie, Min– ah! I’m gon’, go–” You were nearly sobbing.

So he sped up, wanting to make it good for you, and he was successful.

You came with a shout, you sounded crazed, and it was music to his ears.

He lapped at you a few more times, reluctant to let this moment go, but he stopped when you collapsed over him. Your trimmed bush pressing firmly into his nose. He inhaled deeply, making you huff out a chuckle.

All inhibitions have disappeared, he didn’t think he could feel shame anymore when it came to you. You received everything he did so well.

You crawled back down, so that your head could rest on his chest.

“Where did you even learn to do that?” You asked once you caught your breath.

“Just wanted to taste you, all of you. Want more actually…” Seungmin mumbled.

You giggled, reaching up to plant the sweetest kiss on his lips, uncaring that the entire bottom half of his face was coated in a mixture of your juices and his saliva. You pecked him a few more times, and he smiled. A goofy, tooth filled smile.

You both lay there, absorbing each other and coming down from all the excitement.

Seungmin’s mind wandered, he had so many questions but none at the same time.

Every moment that happened in his life, seemed to lead him here. Right where he was meant to be. He couldn’t be more grateful. His mother was right, just as she always had been. He’d finally found his family in you, like he always knew he would.

And maybe it was a perfect world. Because you were laying in the same bed as him, choosing to share this space. Choosing to love him, just as he chose to love you. And you had loved him this entire time.

He was getting giddy. He thought he might have to work through months, possibly years of convincing you to give him a chance. That he was the best for you. That you were soulmates.

He should have known fate would always be on his side on this front.

“I really should clean up.” You mumbled, “But you’re so comfortable.”

“I’ll carry you to the shower, change blankets and pick out clothes.” He said without thinking twice.

You smiled up at him, he swore he could see tiny hearts in your eyes, “No silly, I mean… Yes. That sounds lovely, and I absolutely want that… I just meant… I should clean up the body. I should probably do that before I shower.”

Seungmin pondered for a minute, thinking it over, before murmuring, “Show me.”

Your head lifted again, “What?”

“Show me how you do it, I’ll learn, I’m a fast learner.”

You seemed hesitant still, so he gently pushed your head to rest on his chest again, and kissed the top of your hair.

“You’ve already done so much for me, and all by yourself. All while keeping up with your daily life. I can only imagine how exhausted you truly are all the time.” He glanced at his watch again, 12:09 a.m., “I want to learn, I want to help, the least I can do is the clean up. We can start there. You won’t ever have to do anything alone again.”

At that, you completely relaxed into him, as if all the stress left your body at once.

“That sounds so nice, Min. Thank you.” Your voice was hoarse, tired.

“Sleep.” He coaxed you, petting your head, “Just an hour, I’ll set an alarm, then you start teaching me, yeah?”

“Mmm.” You hummed in approval.

He closed his own eyes after setting the alarm on his watch. A content smile on his face.

He felt at home.

“So tell me,” Seungmin said as the two of you lounged in your living room after cleaning up completely, “How do you know Changbin? I’ve never seen you guys interact or anything.”

You moved in his lap, turning to face him, and threw your arms around his neck. You were wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt, bare faced, and freshly washed hair. You smelled of vanilla and lilacs, just like your body wash.

“I don’t need to know him personally, I just know of him. You’re not the only stalker you know.” You gave him a sly smile.

“So you say, but you know, I’m very aware of my surroundings. And I’ve never seen you sneaking around.” He challenges light heartedly.

“I’m aware of my surroundings too, I always knew when you were close. It helped me get through the days.” You said wistfully, pressing your forehead against his, “I was afraid I blew my cover once. Not with me watching you, rather you watching me.”

He swears his heart actually stops, he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“The lake…?” He whispers.

“The lake.” You confirm, “I was so fucking horny when I noticed you, noticed your camera. I was trying to give you good poses, wanted to show you how wet I was, but I couldn’t exactly push my panties to the side, could I?”

“Fuck, I’m so fucking in love with you.” It came out like a growl, and he truly did feel ravenous, so he kissed you.

“And I. Am so fucking. In love. With you.” You said in between kisses.

After a while you started rocking your hips against him, but his hands stopped your movements.

“You’re good at that, distracting me. Changing the subject so easily.”

“And I’ll take advantage of that, I hope you’re prepared.” You laughed.

“I have been for nearly a decade,” He let his emotions flow through his words, “Seriously, how do you know of Changbin. Tell me at least that, I know you have to know him in some sort of depth, otherwise you wouldn’t have cleared him from your list so easily.”

“You know me so well, puppy. I knew you did. Fine, I’ll tell you.” You settled back on his lap, “It’s not hard to figure out though, my grandpa can easily get his hands on very advanced technology. Itty bitty cameras and mics that can hold petabytes, even exabytes of storage. They’re all over town, I keep an eye on everything. Even all the way up on the top floor of your complex. I just had to know who the only other tenant up there with you was. He’s a funny guy, genuine. I love your bromance by the way, even if it makes me a little jealous sometimes.”

His eyes bulged in excitement, zeroing in on one single thing, “That’s- I mean we- we’re like a decade away from that kind of single storage ability? No?”

As a tech nerd, he’d like to think he kept pretty up to date with these things. Apparently you knew, and had access to, more.

“For regular old civilians, yes. But don’t forget, I’m technically the heiress for the leading cybersecurity company across nations. Of course they dabble in all sorts of technology. And my grandpa will give me anything I want.”

“He’s not the only one.” Seungmin said, followed by another kiss, “And you’d never have to worry about Bin, we’re just… like that I guess.”

“It’s hot… and unique. Mostly hot. That’s how I knew you liked being roughed up a bit.”

He felt his cheeks get hot, unable to respond. You laughed and kissed each cheek.

“I do have a question now.” You started, “What do you want to do about… Jisung?”

Seungmin thought about it. He’d held a grudge against him for so long. Out of everyone, Jisung probably hurt him the most. If not just because of the previous emotional ties. Did he really want him to die though?

“I think,” He paused again, “I think he’s just a follower who got involved with the wrong crowd. Who hasn’t broken out of that mold yet. I don’t particularly care deeply for him much anymore. But I also don’t think he needs to die. Plus, his mom was close with mine.”

“Oh thank god,” You sighed, and threw your head back, “I almost took him back with Ashley last night. Then I changed my mind at the last minute. Waited until she was alone, and then asked if she wanted to get high at my house. Lured her in with ‘I have really high quality shit’ as if she’d ever know the difference.”

Seungmin laughed, hands trailing over your back.

“My original idea was going to be to propose a threesome. I knew he’d go for it, he’s been chasing me for years. And Ashley will do whatever a man says, so long as it means she’s involv-”

He didn’t let you finish that sentence, let your gasp cut it off. Instead he stood up with you, swiftly spinning to pin you down on the couch by your shoulders, as he stood above you.

His blood boiled with possessiveness, “On second thought, maybe he does need to die. You’re mine.”

Then he leaned down to kiss you harshly, tongue forcing your lips open, and fingers slithering around your neck. He bit your bottom lip, hard enough to slightly break the skin, and you keened. Your knees that had been propped up, fell open for him. Exposing everything once again.

He broke the kiss, licking your blood from his own lips, and looked down at your core.

Delicious.

He got on his knees on the couch, right between your legs, “Let’s figure out how after I finish my meal.”

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