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"Your disorder doesn't define you! Your personality does!" - I don't know how to break it to you Norman, but this thing is called personality disorder.
*showing visible symptoms* oh my god i need help desperately
*symptoms go away for one day* what if im just faking it
go for it, rin-chan!!
the trailer for the anime was just revealed so I am thinking about them again đđđ pls come out soon......
Yk I will always gas up jiraiblr because the only people that start problems are anons. Jirais here are NORMAL.
& what I mean by that is, not racist, fatphobic, abeist, and weird about poor people.
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Taito Room Wear (Online Crane Limited) ver. (2020)
part six // serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader
WC: 10.4k
RATING: mature/explicit/mdniâcontains: angst, fluff, sex, oral sex, sa mention, child abuse mention
SYNOPSIS: you walk into Seungminâs life, and disrupt everything (part 6/?)
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[ MASTERLIST â DEITY MASTERLIST ]
The full moon shines down at you from the balcony window, and the light bounces perfectly off of the soft pink walls of the room. Seungmin is busy making the bed, moving the blankets and pillows from one yo to the other, and then stacking them. Youâre supposed to be unpacking things, but you got distracted by the light coming in.
âAre you sure this is okay? I donât mind requesting a room with a regular bed.â He sits gently to test it out, and runs his hands over the blanket to smooth it,
âIf we donât like it, we can switch tomorrowâŚbut Iâve never slept on a yo, I should probably try it. Besides, you doubled everything up.â
âYes, it should be comfortable. I slept on one when I was a kid. We only had yoâs at the Uljin house.â
Seungmin sneaks up next to you, and his touch sends a chill up your arms. Itâs gotten softer, sweeter, and more frequent, the little touches he gives you. âIs it completely full? I should put my glasses on, itâs a little blurry.â He slides away and heads for the table where you set his things. You packed all three pairs he had in his drawer, and tonight he chooses the thick black frames.
âI like those with your short hair, you look cuteâ
He adjusts them and drapes himself over your shoulders. âYeah?â Seungmin still feels a twing in his stomachâa little bit of awkwardness at the way you look at him and call him sweet things. He has plenty of confidence in his looks, but hearing you say it feels different. You looking him in the eyes and telling him anything feels different. It feels real.
âYeah, itâs fullâŚgood timingâ
âCan you see the rabbit?â
You look hard, and Seungmin laughs when you tilt your head. âRabbitâŚoh yeah, I think I know this story.â
âYou do?â
Maybe not. Youâre suddenly drawing a blank, which is good, because now he can tell you why there is a rabbit on the moon. âI know that a story existsâŚI guess I donât know much else about it.â
The moon disappears as he spins and guides you toward the bed. It seems perfectâthe squishy doubled up mattress, the multiple pillows, and Seungminâs body all surrounding you as you sleep. It canât get much better. You pull down his neatly placed blanket and watch him pull his clothes off, piece by piece.
âIs it story time, or are you trying to start something?â
He laughs. His laughs have changed, too. Theyâre louder, and less hesitant every time you get a new one. âIâm always ready to start somethingâŚbut the floors are heated and it makes me sweat. I donât wanna sweat all over you.â
âCan we turn them down?â
âYeahâŚâ he slides under the blanket and pulls you closer, âbut I donât want you to get cold.â
Seungmin is now bearing some of the weight of your biggest secret, but the way he looks at you hasnât changed. Everything is as it was before, or better; his touch, his laugh, his smile.
âStory time?â
âYes, let me rememberâŚâ Seungmin flops into his back and closes his eyes, but his hand finds yours and squeezes. âA long time ago, in ancient times, there was a foxâŚyeou, a little monkeyâŚwonsung-i, and...â He pauses, and turns his head to look at you, but your eyes are closed as you listen. âA rabbit, tokki. One day, Jeseokcheon, a king of the gods, decided to test the animals. He pretended to be a sick elderly man, and he approached the animals saying that he was very hungry. The fox, the monkey, and the rabbit decided to help him and went to look for food. The fox caught a fish and gave it to the old man. The monkey found and gave him berries. But the rabbit couldnât find any food, and the grass he ate, it didnât seem fit for the hungry old man to eat. He wanted something better for him. So, tokki made a bonfire and jumped into it, offering himself as food to save the old man. After seeing the sacrifice that tokki had made, the man revealed his true identity as Jeseokcheon and decided to send the selfless rabbit to the moon and make him its guardian, so that every living being could admire his sacrifice and good heart. Daltokki.â
âTokki was willing to give up his life to help someone he didnât even know?â
Seungmin nods. âAnd now heâs up there making tteok all the time.â
âIs this the rabbit on your music box?â
He nods again, and a smile pulls at one side of his face. âUmma loved daltokki.â
âI like him, too. And Iâm sure Iâd like your mom.â It might be too muchâyou keep giving him too much. You donât know why. The time youâve spent with him feels like years, not weeks, and everything that comes to mind ends up flying right out of your mouth. âDo you think she would like me, if she met me?â
âMy mom would like you very much. Sheâs the reason I speak English so well. Imagine if we couldnât speak to each otherâŚâ
âI would find a wayâ
âAnd sheâs the reason I have any good in me at all, if I doâ
âYou do, Minâ
âSometimes Iâm afraid she wouldnât love me, or even like me anymoreâthe way I turned out, the way I get through my days, the awful things in my head.â
Itâs not true, what heâs thinking, but you donât know how to make him see himself the way you see him. You know what he does, but seeing him behind closed doors in his most private momentsâŚheâs not a bad person. Heâs just him, doing the bad things his brain tells him to do. Seungmin is hurting; heâs afraid, and heâs lonelyâŚless lonely now. Heâs doing terrible things, but heâs not the nightmare he claims to be.
The real nightmare is whatever happened to himâthe bad dreams that plague him and make his urges worse.
âThatâs not true, I donât believe that. She would love you more than anything.â You remember the photo of the two of them, and the one of his smiling face that she probably took. âYou still feel it all around you, and in your flowersâŚthatâs how strong it is. I know you were talking to her.â
Tears are threatening to fall. You see them brimming and shining as he stares quietly at the ceiling. âDid he hurt you?â
You pause for a moment and think. The memories still come back, but youâve gotten very good at shoving them right back down. âSometimes. He liked to hit, but he preferred his hands over everything elseâŚso I guess it could have been worse. My sister got my motherâs love, but she got all of his attention, too. He hurt her more.â
âIs that why you killed him, to protect her?â
âI couldnât take it anymore. I couldnât take another night listening to him.â
Thereâs some reluctance in his face, but you wait for him to get there. âHow? You were fourteen. Youâre small now, you must have been tiny then. How did you kill him?â
âI gave him too many heart pills. He trusted me to cook for him and feed him, so Iââ you watch Seungminâs eyes grow. âI crushed them up in his food.â
âYou poisoned himâ
âYeah, I guess you could call it that. It took a few hours, but it worked.â
âDid things get better after that?â
âIt was manageable. We had to moveâwe lived in my aunts basement until I turned 18, and then I finally left.â
Seungmin moves closer, and wraps you up in his arms. The smell and warmth of his bare skin calms you, and makes you feel homesick all at once. Homesick for what, though, the apartment? Leaving Seoul and running from something that might happen has been the best thing that has happened, in a weird way. What if you could always be like thisâjust the two of you, alone, surrounded by the quiet mountains?
And what if you nudged him for more of himself right now? Maybe you could get itâŚjust some even exchange. You need to know everything about him, but youâll take whatever little piece you can get.
âWas Daltokki one of your bedtime stories?â
âItâs a Chuseok story, but yesâŚsometimes she would tell it to me at bedtime when the moon was full.â
The twinge of jealousy at his normal childhood disappears as soon as you remember how brief it was, and probably not that normal. Seungmin lived in Uljin with his mother who loved him, and his stepfather who didnât, until he was nine, but you donât know much else. âDid she always have a story, every night?â
âAlmost every night. She read me stories in English to help me learn, but she couldnât speak it around me much otherwiseâŚat least not if my stepfather was home.â
âHe didnât like you?â
âHe despised me from the moment he saw me. I was two when my dad died, and three when my mom married him, and he tortured me for six long yearsâignored me, or disciplined me whether I deserved it or not. Eventually he took any opportunity he could toâŚscare me, I guess...break me."
You werenât expecting Seungmin to open up, but he may be evening out the trauma with what you gave him. Maybe enough time has passed, and his comfort with you has grown. The joint killing had to have helped that.
âHe would send me to bed without dinner all the time, but he was also good at making up new punishments without mom even knowing he was doing it.â
âOh, Minnie.â The torture he put himself through sitting on the balcony makes more sense now. It seems like the type of discipline his stepfather would come up with, and unfortunately, it stuck to Seungmin. âIâm so sorry you had to go through that.â
The blank look on his face, and the slow, thoughtful blinks, âhe would lock me in that shed all night. I remember him sitting on the porch and smoking, making sure my mom didnât wake up and see what he was doing. Not that she could stop himâŚâ
So far, heâs said much more than you expected, and youâre not sure if heâs drained, or if talking about this has made him feel a little lighter.
âI just remembered something. I dreamt about it last night, but it may have been a memory.â
âTell meâ
Seungmin lets you place a hand on his cheek, and he closes his eyes and waits as you run your thumb across his lips.
âHe drove me into the woods, the same pine forest we drove throughâŚIâm not sure how far we went, but in my mind, as a kid, it felt like forever. Yeah, I remember sitting in the backseat and fogging up the window with my breath. I drew something in it.â He stops and sets his hand on yours. âIt was cold out, it was far into winter. Just like now. We got out and walked right off the road to a clearing, and he told me run out and grab some of the nice pieces of wood to burn when we got home.â
You sigh, because you feel like you know where this is going.
The color drains from his face as he settles more into the bed. Itâs as if heâs trying to find more warmth from the chill of his memory. âI listened, because I always obeyed him. I grabbed an armful of sticks, just the best ones, and I ran back to the roadâŚand he was gone. I screamed for him, and cried for umma until I lost my voice.â
There is no stopping his tears, and finally, for the first time, Seungmin is letting you see him cry. He needs it, but you pull him close and knead your hand into his neck, so tense until your fingertips find just the right spot. You donât interruptâeverything is quiet around his shallow, gasping breaths. As soon as you pull back to look at him, he grabs your neck and kisses, and itâs messyâŚwet and salty from his tears, but you kiss right back until he finally exhausts himself.
The silence carries on, and you watch him as he wipes at his cheeks and nose. You want him to keep going, but you also know when too much is too much. Are you the first person Seungmin has really unloaded his memories on, or did he have someone else to confide in at some point in the last fifteen years? Itâs a long time to keep quiet.
âSorry,â he covers his face and mumbles through his hands. âI didnât mean toâŚâ and takes in a deep, shaky breath. â
âDidnât mean to what? You can tell me anything, and you can cry all over me if you need to.â
âThe kiss,â he grabs a corner of the sheet and wipes at the mess he left on your face, âso messy.â
Thereâs a hint of a smile on his face, at leastâa little sparkle in his eyes, and again, for the umpteenth time, you wonder how you ended up where you are, in a strange hotel in the mountains, with him. The seriousness of the situation youâre in was almost forgotten until right this moment, but you donât see the point in bringing it back to the front of his mind right now. What will checking the security cameras do, except ruin the mood? Or really ruin the mood, if he sees something this time.
No, youâll do what you can to stay right here with him.
âIn my dream, I was standing in that clearing again. Me, as I am right now. But there was something there with me. I couldnât see it, but I could hear it walking around me and scratching at bark on the trees. And something was burning, it was snowingâŚbut not snow, it was um, from the fireâŚâ
âThe cindersâŚembers were falling?â
âYes, embers. They looked like snow.â
âScratching?" Now you start to remember. "And then?â
âI woke up, and then fell back asleep. When I woke up again, you were dreaming, so I woke you up.â
âThatâs right, I was dreamingâŚand, what the fuck?â Everything starts falling into place. You thought about this yesterday, but the pain in your stomach pushed it out of your mind. The scratches, his dream, your dream, âyou woke me up, because you heard the scratches on the door, right? And you left, andââ
âI didn't hear anything. Was this your dream? Hey, donât cryâŚâ
The tears come out of nowhere and without your permission, just like his did. The air you try to pull in gets stuck in your chest, and Seungminâs hands on you makes you cry even harder. He backs off for a moment. âWhat is happening? WhyâŚgod, I feel crazy.â You sit up and wipe at your face. âI think Iâm hearing things.â
Seungmin sighs, and you hear it through the muffled pump of blood in your ears. Heâs looking at you, but heâs not *looking* at youâŚheâs thinking, and his eyes dart around when he notices you staring at him. âMinnie,â you move closerâalmost sit in his lap, and put your arms around him.
âItâs scary sometimesâ
âIâm sorryâ
âItâs gone away, mostly. I think the medicine is helping that. But I canât hear her anymoreâŚI havenât heard her lately, at least.â
The voices in the greenhouse, Seungminâs auditory hallucinations. So heâs fully aware her voice isnât actually there, or anywhere. That doesnât matter to him, though, because he misses hearing it. âMaybe sheâll come back when we get to Uljin, when we get some flowers.â
âThat would be niceâ
You get back under the blankets and make yourself comfortable, âget in here.â He smiles like the heavy conversation didnât even happen, and folds himself around you. Seungmin can keep you plenty warm without help from the heated floor. âItâs late, are you tired?â
âA little.â Despite the soft, sleepiness of his voice, his hands end up beneath your shirt and slowly work their way up your back. Itâs an innocent touch, thoughâjust a need for contact. âHow is your stomach? No pain tonight, I hope.â
Fortunately, the horrible, stabbing pain eased up and hasnât returned again. The dizziness comes and goes, but itâs not bad enough to send you to the floor. Itâs nowhere near bad enough to mention and worry him again, and to let the idea of a hospital visit re-enter his mind. âNo, everything feels okay.â
He replies with a kiss, a hand moving back down and squeezing your ass, then your thigh, tight enough to make you jump. Seungmin pulls your leg until you wrap it around his hip, and now you can feel what he needs. Heâs not quite there, but he wants to be, and youâll make sure it happens. A roll of your hips into his makes contact, and just enough friction to get a groan out of him. Itâs nice like this, and easyâŚface to face, close enough to kiss and touch him.
The last few days without him, with the thought of his last fuck being with that girl, has been torture, but it felt like the wrong time when you laid in bed with him. Worrying, wondering, and sick. Youâre finally here. You free him from his shorts and feel his cock grow in your hand, and lose yourself in the noises he makes as he kisses. He pulls you again, grips the back of your thigh and slides his fingers over you, but your clothes are still in his way. He grabs the thin fabric and pulls it to the side, and two fingers tease, slide between your lips, and slowly push inside of you.
âAre you comfortable like this?â
âVery comfortableâ
His fingers push in and out, waiting patiently. He knows how much work it takes to get in, and Seungmin wants you wet in this new position.
âCan your leg stretchâŚâ he grabs behind your knee and pulls it high, and he seems satisfied with how much he can spread you open. âGood,â he whispers and moans against your lips when he feels you guiding him into you. He pushes in gently, just a few inches, and then he gives you everything.
âGood,â you whine and hold tight to him as he pumps into you. âOhâŚmmm, MinnieâŚâ
âIâve missed how you feelâ
âYeah?â
âYeah,â he grips your waist and pulls you close, âso good.â Seungmin pants into your mouth, âso soft,â and nibbles at your lips as he finds a perfect rhythm. âFuckâŚah, jagi,â he whimpers, and mutters something in Korean, over and over as he fucks you.
If only you could understand him. All you have to go off of is *how* he sounds as he says it, and that feels good. But jagi, you know what that means.
âNae jag-eun tokkiâŚâ
You watch his mouth form each word as he says it.
"NaeâŚsalangâŚâ he laughs, and you can feel him working up the courage to continue. But heâs done this already, so why the hesitancy?
You say it back to him, ânae salangâ, bite gently at his lips.
He closes his eyes, and he keeps them closed even after you pull back. âSalanghae,â and he hides himself away in your neck.
âNado salanghaeâ
Seungmin comes right back after your words hit his ears. You hope they hit him even harder in his own language. Youâre not sure how to tell him in a way that expresses how it feels swirling around inside of you, but you made sure to learn how to tell him properly. The words in your head donât seem big enough, and at the same time, your head is making you feel silly for feeling the way you do, and as much as you do.
Seungmin feels it, too, and he canât look you in the eyes when he tells you. Itâs still too much for him.
Itâs too much for you, too. The tightness in your chest, the pounding of your heart. Your body feels like itâs somewhere else, but you feel his soft, strong hands on your back and ass, keeping you closeâŚhis lips on yours, on your cheek and neck. His hips rolling, and his cock gripped tight around you, stretching, pushing deeper and hitting right where you need it. You canât hold yourself together, and you donât care how thin the walls might be. Seungmin doesnât care, eitherâhe smiles even wider as you moan and cry his name.
âDonât slow down,â you whine.
Seungmin holds your hips as you try to push him on his back and fuck him yourself. He resists, but lets you move on him, and he slows you down. âNot yet.â
âYou feel so goodâ
âIâm gonna make you feel even betterâ
He pulls out and pushes your hips until youâre on your back, and gets you out of your panties. Seungmin is careful, but he still handles you like heâs desperate to get back inside of you. He turns you until youâre facing the window, your leg is up, held tight, and heâs in again. It does feel better like this, even at his paceâthe slow push in against your g-spot numbs everything except the orgasm building.
Seungmin lets go of your leg and his fingers are on your clit, rubbing lightly, listening to you whine for him as it gets even closer. âFasterâŚslower?â He whispers and runs his teeth along your shoulder.
âFastâ
His fingers and his hips move faster, and he bites down.
âFuckâŚfuck, Iâm gonna comeâ
Seungmin laughs like heâs tipsy. Heâs drunk on you, and his mind is numb to everything but thisâŚfucking you just like you want itâ
You feel yourself gush everywhere as your body shakes.
He slides out and feels it hit his thighs, and it keeps coming as he rubs your clitâwarm, and wet, and messy. You soak the sheets, but Seungmin is still rubbing more out, and your orgasm takes its time running through you.
Seungmin breaths hard in your ear, but heâs speechless as he looks down at you, down at his fingers stroking. Another soft bite on your shoulder, and he stifles a laugh. âWow,â he whispers as he finally slows down. But he doesnât stop. He slides his cock into your dripping entrance. âCome for me again. Please.â
âAgain?â
âPlease.â He holds your leg and gives your clit a break as he works himself back to where he was. âI didnât think you could get any more wet.â
The tone of his voice deepens, and thatâs all it takes to get you going. His head hits that same spotâthat perfect spot. You can feel every inch and every curve as his short, fast strokes slip in and out. Your swollen, sensitive clit throbs, and you need him to touch you, but you wait until you know heâs close. You waitâŚand wait, until his breath catches in his throatâuntil he makes the desperate noises youâre more familiar with now.
âTouch meâ
As soon as his hand makes contact, yours hits, and he groans as he fills you up. You drip and squirt through his fingers as he keeps your orgasm going, and his cum mixes and runs out with yours, onto your thighs, and hisâŚall over the sheets. He doesnât stop until you do, and you feel another gush as he slides out. It feels too good. Whatever he did is still moving through every nerve as you hit the bed, but Seungmin canât help but touch and slide his fingers into the mess escaping.
âOh my god,â you pant, and try to keep your heart from exploding.
Seungmin laughs againâhis tipsy laugh, like heâs not quite sure whatâs going on, he just knows he feels good. âI didnât know you could do that.â He pulls you until youâre facing him again and looks you overâŚeyes watering, cheeks pink, your tshirt, somehow still on, but working its way up your back, and your messy, trembling thighs.
âNeither did Iâ
âThat was your first time?â
You nod, and collapse into his chest, âsorry, what a mess.â
âBut did it feel good?â Heâs smiling and giving you doe eyes when you look at him. Seungmin doesnât need your approval, he heard you screamingâŚbut he still wants more.
âGood?â
âMhm. Iâve never made anyone do that before, how does it feel?â
Itâs hard to describe, and it was a little embarrassing in hindsight, but⌠âfelt like you were fucking every nerve in my body all at the same time, and every bit of tension disappeared. Probably how you feel when you come inside of me, maybe better.â
âSounds betterâ
âIt was intenseâ
âIt was hot.â He slowly gets to his feet and stretches, and when he seems satisfied with how his legs feel, he heads for the closet. âHopefully I can get you there again.â
One set of fresh sheets sits on the top shelf, fortunately, so you work on getting up and pulling off the wrecked ones. Also fortunately, it didnât soak through both sheets to the mattress cover. But as soon as you kneel and start gathering them, another gush of cum trickles out, and you have to stop and wait for it to pass.
âI can change these, why donât you go run a bath?â
âSeungmin, youâre very thoughtfulâŚhas anyone ever told you that?â
He thinks, but not for long. âNo, I donât think so.â
âWell, you areâŚyouâre more thoughtful than most of the people Iâve encounteredâ
âIâm also a little selfish, because Iâm getting in, tooâ
The water is as hot as you can stand it, and every time it cools down, you top it off and heat it back up.
âHow did you get out of the woods?â
âHm?â
He sounds so much more tired, and he should be.
âWhen you were left thereâ
âOh, right. It took a few hours, but my mom finally found me. She said she drove up and down all the roads, got out and yelled for me every mile or so. Her voice carried pretty well through the trees, thankfully.â
âDid she know he left you there?â
âHe told her I wandered off, but she knew better. And she also knew not to question him.â
âThat had to have messed with your head, being left out thereâ
âIt did. For a while, I couldnât sleep through the night. I still have a letter she wrote to me not long after that, in the music box.â
The butterflyâyou remember peeking and wondering about it. You almost poked around too much and read it. âThe origami butterfly?â
âYeah. And she made me wear her medallion, too. I never got to give it back.â
Now youâre much more curious about that letter. âI havenât worn my necklace in years, I donât know why I still carry it around with me.â A little piece of your past you canât let go of.
âAre you catholic?â
âNo, but I briefly considered confessing my sins. I never did, I was too full of attrition. It seemed pointless. Are you? Or were you?â
âNo, but my mom had a lot of catholic friends when she lived in the states. I think some of it rubbed off on her, and she liked the archangels.â
You stand carefully and reach for a towel. The heat is actually starting to get to you, and the dizziness is fighting its way back. Seungmin waits for you step out, and then he follows close behind.
âDo you want the heat on?â
The room is a little chilly, especially against your damp skin, but a cool room and warm blankets might be the best idea. âNo, but if you doâŚâ You watch his towel fall away as he starts to dry his arms and shoulders, and you shouldnât be lusting after him already, but he makes it difficult without even trying.
âWe should check the cameras againâ
Thatâs enough to get you back down to earth. You nod at him, and dig out your laptop. Itâs long overdue, and should have been checked again a few hours ago, but the two of you got far too distracted when the secrets and stories started coming out.
He gets back into the fresh sheets and pulls up the footage, and this time he starts with the live feed.
âFront entrance looks okay, side entrance, too. Back doorâŚoh, why is it propped open?â
âItâs open?â
He widens the angle, but the night vision isnât giving much. âYeah, itâs a fire exit. Itâs supposed to stay closed.â
Seungminâs voice changes. He doesnât like what heâs seeing, regardless of how small and insignificant it seemsâjust a door left open. You can feel the tension on him, and it scares you a little. He starts the feed on the back door from where he left off earlier, and he speeds through it.
âCan you get my phone?â
He has to power it up again, and it feels like it takes forever, but the footage keeps him occupied until he can refresh the news sites from earlier. And heâs quiet as he scrolls.
âSeungminâŚslow down the footageâ
He stops it, goes back a few minutes, and then starts it again. âThatâŚâ he points at the top right corner, âis a police car.â
Itâs the smallest corner of a headlight and front bumper.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah, brand new SonataâŚwhite, and only police cars have that blue stripe over the hood.â
Just as he finishes, two men walk into view; a cop, and another man that you can only assume is an inspector. That one goes for the door, unlocks it, and opens it exactly how it was open on the live camera.
âIf itâs still open, theyâre still in there.â Back to the live feed, the wide angleâŚand everything is suddenly lit up by a pair of headlights parking exactly where the car was before. Seungmin is quiet as he watches, but you have to assume his heart is pounding like yours is. âYeah, they are.â Two cops walk into the shot and disappear through the open door, but this time, it closes behind them.
âDo you want me to be practical again?â
âYes, if you donât mindâ
âThey have to check. Maybe there was just enough for a judge to issue a warrant.â
Seungmin looks at you, purses his lips.
âActually, I donât know if it works the same here. Maybe Iâm not helping.â
âNo, youâre rightâŚif I wasnât there to grant permission, they could get a warrant. Iâm assuming they did.â
âAnd they have to search everywhere. Knock on every door. Ask questions. You keep turning your phone off, so you may have missed some calls asking for permission. Especially with the spotty service where weâve been staying.â
âIf they search the apartment, theyâll figure out who I am, what kind of car Iâm driving, where Iâm from. My background is clean, butâŚif they can find usâŚand if they find something weirdâŚâ
The defeat in his eyes is surprising. You know heâs stronger than this, and smarter, but he might need time to process whatâs actually happening.
âIâm sorry, Minnie. None of this would have happened if I had just left when I was supposed to.â
Now he looks truly defeated. His big, watery eyes burn right through you, but you know itâs true. You distracted him, you helped him stay on his medication, and then you continued to distract him. Seungmin had been doing very well, so you think. He was smart about his kills, and about his habits, and he probably didnât draw attention to himself in public.
âThen Iâm glad it happenedâ
As much as you want to slap him and tell him you were never worth all of this, itâs far too late. There is no point in dwelling on the damage youâve caused if you canât go back and change itâyouâll have to fix it in real time. Seungmin clearly sees something in you that you might never find, but you see in him what he overlooks, as well. If you try hard enough, maybe you can understand his growing devotion. Itâs there for you, tooâŚyouâre pretty certain you would die for him.
Both of you somehow fell asleep without the help of tea or medicine, youâll happily assume because of the comfort of each other, and the idea that youâre jumping to the next place sooner than Seungmin had planned. He doesnât seem to mind, though. He seems like he does have a plan. He has to, because heâs had a long figure out how to protect himself in case the worse happened.
You only sleep about three hours, though, and when you wake, Seungmin isnât under the covers next to you. Heâs in the corner repacking what you unpacked not long ago.
âSorry, did I wake you?â
âNo...should I get up and get dressed?â
âUnless youâre still tired. The sun isnât quite up yet, we have some time.â
True, but if you fall asleep again, you might wake up much more tired. And the adrenaline is already starting when you remember everything that happened. âNo, Iâm okay.â
Ten minutes into the drive, which will apparently be a long one, Seungmin explains his planâwhich he admits isnât completely solidâŚand very disjointed, but itâs all he has. âI was a little cocky. I never thought Iâd actually have to worry about this.â He glances at you, âdonât look at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike you still think this is your faultâ
âCan we at least agree that we are both at fault in some way?â
âIf the guilt makes you happyâ
âThank you. Where are we headed?â
âDaegu, itâs a bit of a drive, and itâs out of the wayâŚbut it might be a good idea to switch carsâ
A second car shouldnât surprise you, but it wasnât something that crossed your mind. âUnregistered, Iâm assuming?â
âOf courseâ
You actually started getting used to the backroads and small towns, and after another two hours, youâre still in them. Seungmin knows his way around without any sort of direction, and no map pulled up on his phone (off again), and it makes him even more attractive to you. He may not have a solid plan, and he might be much more nervous beneath the surface, but Seungmin is capable of handling things when he has to, and all he wants you to do is sit back and watch.
âWhat is it?â He glances at you briefly, and merges into the far left lane that leads to Seokjeon-ri.
âHm? Nothingâ
The car slows as he turns and then youâre on a new, smaller stretch of road.
âI feel you staring at meâ
âThatâs because Iâm staring at youâ
âBecause Iâm so handsome?â
You watch a reluctant smile appear, and eventually, it turns into a laugh.
âYeah, thatâs exactly whyâ
âThis isnât even my good sideâ
âYou have a bad side?â
He laughs again. Youâre glad you can still make him laugh. âWhen I look in the mirror I do, yeahâ
âI like both sidesâ
The car slows, and you force your eyes away from him to look at your surroundings. Another small town, but not quite as small as the previous two. Seungmin drives down a narrow road, barely big enough for two way traffic, and after a mile or so, he pulls into a maze of storage units. The car turns left, and right, and right again, and you eventually stop paying attention as you weave in and out of the identical rows.
âAlmost there,â he glances down at his watch, and then gives you a smile. âOh, here it is.â
It feels good to get out and stretch your legsâSeungmin does, tooâŚhe lifts his arms and stretches his back and rubs his neck as he pulls a set of keys from his pocket. Unit 3047 is the one he leads you to, and it takes him some time to get the locks, both of them, to unlock and unstick from their rusted latches. You watch as he bends and grabs the handle, pulls, and it slides up easily. The car is inside, very well covered, and this rundown looking storage unit is surprisingly nice on the inside.
âDo you want some help?â
âYeah, come grab this sideâ
You walk inside, and youâre right about it being nice. Itâs not cold in hereâitâs well insulated, itâs finished, and the vent on the ceiling seems to be doing its job. He grabs a corner, and you follow. The first layer comes off, just a loose tarp, and now you can see the shape of the car beneath its cover. Seungmin does this one himself, pulling one side loose, and then the other. You grab a piece and pull, carefully lifting it over the side mirror. The front end is a pristine, shiny dark blue, and as you walk the cover offâŚ
âI assumed weâd be detracting from ourselves, butââ
âBut you like it, right?â
The cover falls to the ground as he starts to gather it up, and you look at it from every angle, starting at the back. Turbo on the left side, Toyota Supra on the right. âOf course I like it. And itâs my favorite color.â Youâre starting to think Seungmin has a secret need for your praise and approval, which is fine. Youâll give him that all day. âItâs almost as pretty as you.â
âItâs the same age as youâ
âOhâŚthanks. No more compliments for you today.â
He knew it sounded wrong as soon as it left his mouth, but it was too late. âMaybe several days. Sorry, just a stupid observation.â
âItâs okay, youâre still young and awkward when youâre not being cool and charismatic.â You wait for him to unlock the doors, and then slide in. âDid you pick this out yourself?â
âNo, this belonged to my dadâmy real dad. He left it to me when he died.â Heâs silent as he starts it, almost as if thereâs some fear of the engine not turning over, but it does, and it sounds good. âAm I awkward?â
âSometimes, but itâs cute. I meanâŚyouâre not cute, I take that back.â
The first time taking it out of storage since last May, and he still managed to keep control on the one long, straight empty stretch of highway before getting close to Daegu. He hit 155 kilometers per hour, but just for a few seconds. He knows better than to get pulled over in this car. Itâs not unregistered, like he told you, but it is registered under a different name, and the license should still be in the glove box. He didnât double check.
âFeel better?â You say, and Seungmin looks at you stretched out in the passenger seat. âGetting a little bit of speed?â
âYeah, sorry. Itâs easy to do in this.â He slows and finds his exit, and looks at you again when he can take his eyes off the road. âWhatâs wrong?â Maybe nothing, but you suddenly look very uncomfortable sitting up, unbuckled, gripping the edge of the seat.
âCan you stop the car?â
He pulls off and onto the shoulder as you swing the door open, and you make it out just in time to throw up the coffee and cream bread you had an hour ago. Seungmin is out and next to you as it happens a second time, and a third, and then your face disappears in your folded arms.
âYou okay?â He knows youâre probably not, and he feels a little guilty for speeding and causing this, but thereâs not much else to say. And thereâs not much else to do aside from rubbing his palm across your back and hoping it somehow soothes you. He hears your muffled mhm and sees the slight nod of your head, but you donât move back to your seat. âIâll find us a nice room and get you something for your stomach. Weâre almost there.â
âI think Iâm okay nowâ
But youâre colorless when you look at him, and your eyes are red and watery.
âLet me know if you need me to stop againâ
The hotel is nicer this time, and while he is a little concerned about his now limited money, he decides heâd rather have you staying somewhere that feels more like the apartment, plus all the amenities. And now that youâre in the city, somewhere closer to a hospitalâhe doesnât mention that, though.
âHow long?â
âFor now I booked a weekâ
âA week? You think weâll stay that long this time?â
âItâs big enough here, and pretty crowded. Nobody will notice us much. How is your stomach? I can find you some dakjuk is youâre hungry.â
âDak juk?â
âChicken and rice porridge. It would be easy on your stomach. Or maybe just some tea if you have no appetite.â He doesnât want to keep hovering when you donât feel well, but at the same time, he does. Youâve already done the same for him. âOr maybe sleep is what you need.â
âWe both need sleepâ
âOkay, weâll sleepâŚand we can worry about dinner laterâ
But when you say sleep, you mean getting into bed and holding him. You are tired after the last few days, especially last night, but touching and hanging on him is the necessary part of getting into bed and falling asleep. You wouldnât even deny him if he was in the mood, because youâve been feeling feral over the sight and the thought of him since last night. Your lust is outweighing the sour feeling in your stomach.
And thatâs what you doâget him into bed with you and make him your little spoon. You kiss his neck and shoulders, touch him softly, run the tips of your fingers over his side. It only helps him relax, and he seems to quiet and fall to sleep with no trouble. Probably for the best, because you start to fall into your sleep immediately after.
Seungmin feels your hands on him, but he knows heâs still stuck in his sleep. Heâs dreaming, and youâre in this one, finally. The problem is, thereâs something wrong, and he canât figure out what it is. The dream version of you is looking to him for an answer because you just want to feel okay again, but he doesnât know what to do.
âHmm?â Seungmin rolls over in his half-sleep, and he starts to wake up. Itâs taking so much effort to pull himself out of it, though. âTokki?â
âMinnie, Iâm right hereâ
His arms fold you into a sleepy embrace. âI donât know what to do.â
âDreaming?â You rub circles over his back, âwhat are you dreaming about, love?â
Finally, his eyes open and he sees just beyond your shoulder. He sees the window, curtain halfway open, covered in night sky. âIâm awake.â But he doesnât let go. âIâll fix everything.â
âThereâs nothing to fix right now. All weâre gonna worry about is what to eat for dinner.â
/ / /
Ten daysâŚthatâs how long youâve been in this hotel suite in the middle of Daegu. Seungmin was right about not being noticed, of course. Itâs not as busy as Seoul, but itâs busy enough for people to not care about you as you go about your business. It feels normal again, like being back at the apartment and occasionally leaving to stretch your legs, or get the necessities. No more shopping trips and no more splurgingâitâs a good thing you didnât have time to get used to that sort of lifestyle, because it might not be there in the future.
You come home with the only foods youâve had any luck keeping down: ingredients for dal juk, because Seungmin makes it surprisingly well, eggs, tunaâŚand your favorite, which Seungmin hatesâleftover rice and bananas in milk.
âI can find you some good rice pudding somewhereâ is his comment every time you make it.
âYou can, and then Iâll just eat bothâ
So now he walks the four blocks to get it every time you mention it to him.
The security cameras have given nothing significant in all of this time away, and Seungmin seems much more relaxed because of it. Neither of you have let the idea of complete safety get too far into your minds, though. You still donât know if they found anything significant, but if they have, it was small enough to be taken out discreetly.
âWe did get rid of everything suspicious, right?â Heâs asked that two separate times while you reviewed footage. Both times you assured him you did.
Tonight, over dinner, you check the live feed briefly before he decides to put on the news, but thereâs nothing mentioned about a missing girl, a murder, the apartment buildingâŚnothing.
âI feel like we dreamed this whole thing,â Seungmin leans back on the couch and sighs, âhow can there be nothing?"
He looks inviting sitting there, even though heâs a little frustrated, âmaybe we just missed it, and they looked and found nothing and started searching somewhere else,â so you climb on the couch and onto him, sit in his lap, and start the process of getting him out of his clothes. âAnd we can just go home soon, and this will have been a really nice bonding trip for us.â
âBonding trip?â He jumps when you grab his sides, âyeah, I guess we did get to know each other better.â Heâs told you more than he ever imagined speaking out loud. Someone sticking around and comforting him after telling his stories seems like a weird dream, too.
âAnd I love you even more than I thought I couldâ
The flutter in his stomach comes out in a nervous laugh, because it still feels so strange hearing, and it feels strange coming from him when he can get it out. But he knows you mean it, because he feels it all. âYeah?â
Seungmin groans when you take his soft cock in your hand and stroke, and you get a mhm out after he pulls you in for a kiss. âYeah. I love you, and your warm hands, and your sweet mouthâŚâ
âYou need me againâŚalready?â He teases as he leans back and watches your hands on him. âLast night wasnât enough?â
âI can never get enough of youâ
Heâs already getting hard, and his hips move to match the steady up and down of your hand. Youâve been all over him, needy and horny, since the night you spent at the moon dream hotel. Tired, but not tired enough. Every night, youâve initiated, and every time, Seungmin has happily accepted your advances.
âI have plenty to giveâ
He watches you move to the floor and get between his knees, and your eyes move between him and his growing cock. A long, slow lick from the base to the tip of his head, and a shiver runs over himâSeungmin can feel a wave of goosebumps on his thighs, his arms, and up his neck.
Itâs a lot of work, but you enjoy the act of touching and licking and getting as much of him in your mouth as you can, and youâve gotten more and more in over the last several weeks. Seungmin loves watching your progress, and he likes watching you just like thisâon your knees, taking your time, worshipping every inch of him.
Another wet lick up his length and you suck his head into your mouth, tongue him slowly as you work him in and out, a little deeper each time.
âThatâs good,â he whispers and runs his knuckles across your cheek until you look at him.
Seungmin feels you gag on himâhe feels the quick squeeze of your throat before you pull back, and then you do it again, and again. Both hands grip him and stroke, twist, and suddenly heâs squirming under your touch. Your tongue comes out for another taste, over his head, around it, sucking it back in while you keep stroking and slowly working his orgasm out of him. The sounds he lets slip out are less subdued each time, and Seungmin no longer cares how vulnerable you make him. The way you look at him and smile at those sounds makes him come so much harder. But by now, you usually switch up and climb on him to finish. This time you keep goingâdevouring as much of him as you can and stroking the rest, and itâs perfect, the rhythm and speed. Youâve gotten used to taking his cock anywhere he wants to put it, and now you want to finish right here.
âGonna make me comeâŚis that what you want?â
You look up and smile as you lick him.
âYeah, you do. You hungry for it, bunny?â
âI want itâ
Seungminâs thighs tremble and his stomach tightens. His head swims, and he wants to tell you how much he loves you right now but instead he just screams it in his head. He loves you, and he loves watching you taking him like itâs the only thing keeping you going, and swallowing his cum will wash away all of your sins. It makes him feel powerful again, despite being so weak for you. Youâre weak for him. Together, you could destroy each otherâŚ
Seungmin releases with no warning, but youâre still on him, pumping everything you can into your eager mouth, letting it trickle down your chin, not stopping until you're sure he's given you everything.
âLet me see,â he grips the back of your neck and so he can look at you and your mouth, overflowing with him. âSwallow.â The cum escaping is swiped up, and you close your mouth around his thumb as he pushes it in. âGood,â he coos and leans in for a kiss.
âYeah? Was it good?â
He kisses harder, tastes himself on your lips. âIt was perfect.â Seungmin smiles against yours lips, âwas I good?â
âMhm, veryâŚI should do this more oftenâ
A phone buzzes on the kitchen table, and it makes both of you jump. The post-orgasm bliss is cut short, but despite it, he still pulls you close for another kiss before rising from the couch.
âIs your phone on?â
âYeah, I decided to leave it on for a few hours.â The curiosity got the better of himâwondering if someone would call, whether it was someone asking about the building, or his doctor. This call is not from his doctor, and the screen says unknown caller.
He picks it up and starts the conversation. You listen carefully though you canât catch any of Seungminâs quick words. Itâs a short phone call, less than a minute, and when he hangs up, he looks at you and smiles.
âWho was it?â
âSenior Inspector Byeon.â He says it very casually, smiling.
âA cop? What did they say?â
âHe said theyâve been trying to reach me, and I told him Iâve been in Daegu visiting familyâŚand I asked what the problem was.â He pauses.
âAnd?â
âAnd he wanted to apologize for the intrusion on my buildingâŚand in my apartment, because of a false police report. They were tipped off and couldnât find any evidence of the girl anywhere. Nothing on the security footage. Nothing from my tenants. They didnât want me coming back to a surprise.â
âThey didnât find anything?â
âBut if something changed, or evidence was found that linked to the building, heâd be in touch.â
âDid it sound like they were expecting to find something?â
âNo, he didnât think soâ
âSo we can go home?â
âDo you wanna go home?â
You think, look around the hotel room youâve broken in, and think about how good everything has been between the two of you. âWe should stay here a little longer.â
âOkay, letâs get cleaned up and go get ourselves a treatâ
Seoul is safeâthe apartment, the building, his bank account, so Seungminâs pockets are suddenly bottomless again. He picks a cafe a few blocks from the hotel, and fills the table with whatever he thinks you might like; a slice of chocolate cake, a soufflĂŠ covered in caramelized bananas, a raspberry strudel, a plate full of hotteok, and two cappuccinos.
âAre we going to eat all of this?â You laugh, but immediately pick up a fork and take a bite of the cake.
Seungmin does the same, and then tries strudel. âWeâre gonna try, you havenât been eating enough.â
âI know. I have been feeling a little better recently, but I donât like testing it.â
âWeâll have our leftovers for breakfast,â he says, but heâs distracted by a loud group walking into the cafe, all men, and probably younger than Seungmin. He knows better than to look and attract their attention, but he turns away a moment too late.
One of them speaks, but he ignores it and takes a sip of his coffee.
âWhat does he want?â You ask quietly.
âNothing, just donât look at them.â
He speaks again, to Seungmin, and then he seems to say something directed toward you. His friends donât join in, but they donât seem bothered by anything happening.
âPlease, give it a rest,â he says softly.
A flashback to Seungminâs temper, the bartenders bloody, broken nose, and the crack in the plaster wall. That canât happen again, not nowâŚnot after finally being able to relax. Again, youâre in the dark listening to their fast-paced Koreanâfirst the stranger, then Seungmin again. You can hear his anger growing.
âHey,â your hand closes over his, âmaybe we should just go.â
âNot yetâ
The stranger speaks again.
âWhat is he saying?â
âHeâs just being an assâ
Your heart jumps when Seungmin stands, and heâs at least a few inches taller than all of them. More than anything, he has a way of looking intimidating without much effort. But heâs one, and theyâre three.
The cafe owner finally notices and yells at them to leave, but they ignore her.
âMin?â He doesnât hear you, or he acts like he doesnât. You wish he would look at you, because everything is starting to turn sideways. âMinnie?â
The anger in him is ready to spill over. Nothing would feel better than his hands around this boys neck, squeezing, crunching, destroying his windpipe and watching him writhe and gasp for air on the floor. Watching the light leave his eyes as he wondered if the things he said about you was worth his life.
The owner yells something, points over his shoulder, and all he sees is you, slowly falling from the chair and landing on the hard floor. He runs to you, and his anger disappears as if it never existed at all.
âJagiyaâŚwhatâs wrong? Open your eyesâ
He hears the woman say sheâs calling an ambulance, but he doesnât want to believe thatâs necessary. You just fainted because you said you get dizzy when youâre anxious. The vertigo hit when you were worried he would do something stupid, and he almost did. Seungmin could feel and see his fist meeting the boys jawâhe could hear the crack.
âPlease open your eyes.â Your skin is hot. He places a kiss on your forehead, and then moves to your mouth. Seungmin can feel your slow breaths against his lips.
âMinnie, please be good,â you say, and groan in pain.
âI amâŚI was goodâ
Heâs there when your eyes open. Confused, still dizzy, and now a throbbing pain in your shoulder. Seungmin looks just as confused. âWhat happened?â
âYou passed outâ
You feel stupid sitting here in a hospital bedâlike a burden, like youâre wasting everyoneâs time, and like youâre just causing more worry. But you canât blame Seungmin for being concerned.
âHowâs your shoulder?â He moves your gown out of the way and gently touches the red mark left by the floor.
âItâs not badâ
âI know you donât wanna be here, Iâm sorryâ
âNo, I just donât think theyâll have an answerâŚthatâs all. Theyâll tell me itâs stress, or that itâs in my head and that itâll go away. And I want my chocolate cake.â
âThey did take blood, so maybe that will tell us something.â Seungmin readjusts your gown as two nurses return.
One speaks to Seungmin first, leaving you clueless, and she doesnât give him a chance to translate. He holds his hand up and turns to you, âshe said they did a few tests, but the others will take a few more hours.â
âYou only speak English?â The other nurse looks at you.
âYesâ
âAre you her husband?â
âYes,â he replies without hesitation.
âWe do have some results from your blood, and you are feeling unwell because you are pregnant. Probably around six weeks, based on the information you gave us.â
âIâm what?â
âPregnant?â Seungmin asks, and the look on his face is a mixture of confusion, and what looks like reliefâŚmaybe more than that.
âYes, we suspected that and the bloodwork confirmed it. But itâs still very early. The morning sickness is normal at this stage, and the tiredness. All of this was making your stress worse, but knowing why should help.â
âCan we go home?â
âWhatâs wrong?â He pulls you against him and feels you tense up, âitâs okayâŚeverything will be okay.â
âProbably not tonight. Weâre going to give you IV fluids and vitamins since you havenât been able to eat much lately, but youâll be taken to the maternity floor.â
Seungmin can feel the anxiety radiating from you. He isnât quite sure which direction his brain wants to go in right now, but of course he doesnât want to leave you here alone for the entire night. âHow long will the IV take?â
âMaybe an hour or twoâ
âCan we go home after that? And weâll come back to see the doctor tomorrow.â
The nurse looks at you for a long moment, and then to him. âAlright, two hours in bed, and if youâre feeling okay, Iâll see if the doctor will release you. But I canât promise heâll agree.â
/ / /
Silence falls over the hotel room when you finally return three hours later, but you can tell that Seungmin wants to talkâwants to, but doesnât know what to say. Both tests you took almost two weeks ago were wrong, but it must have been too early, and the idea of being pregnant almost left your mind with those negative results. Now you sit, wrapped in your damp towel with the knowledge of something growing inside of you. That thought is wearing you out, and so is remembering him trying to hide his true feelings when he found the discarded box. You love Seungmin, and you should be happy youâre having the baby he obviously wants, but your fear and uncertainty outweighs everything right now.
Seungmin sets a stack of clean clothes next to you, and he stands there for a moment, because the words on the tip of his tongue refuse to come out. He can sense your doubt and your worry.
âHow do you feelâŚafter the IV? I shouldâve made sure you were eating enough, and staying hydrated.â
âI feel better.â You do, but youâre stuck with this uneasy stomach whether itâs from the baby or your nerves. âYou didnât know why I was sick, Minnie.â
âNo, but I should have been taking better care of you anyway.â He turns and heads for the door when you both hear a soft knock. âIâve been too distracted by everything going on.â
You hear him greet and thank whoever is there, and then heâs heading back to you with something in his hand. Itâs a piece of chocolate cakeânot like the one you had earlier, but it still looks good. Seungmin drops to his knees in front of you and wraps his arms around your waist, and you pull him into a hug.
âHopefully this one is good, tooâ
âIâm sure it is.â A kiss on his forehead brings a smile to his face, finally. âThank you.â
âCan we talk about it?â His voice shakes a little.
The Seungmin in front of you and the one you met almost two months ago are the same, but so different. Heâs allowed himself to become soft around you, and for youânot just sometimes, and not all of the timeâŚbut most of the time. This part of him has always been in there somewhere, waiting to be coaxed out, but youâre mostly surprised because you know he stopped taking his medication after you arrived in Daegu.
âOf course we can. I wanna know everything youâre feeling right now, and everything going on in your head.â
âEverything?â He laughs. âOkay. I know I acted strange when you took your test before, and that was because I never thought Iâd have a chance to experience the things that weâve done together, and feltâthe feeling of having someone so special that you could happily make a baby together. And I know I shouldnât be, I know I shouldnât feel thatââ
âYes you should, Seungminâ
âWe arenât really parent materialâŚor you think youâre not, at least. I know Iâm not. But maybe together, weâre different. Maybe we just need each other.â
âI need you, baby or no babyâ
âTell me whatâs going on in your headâ
That look he gives you makes everything feel better, and youâre starting to believe you can do anything as long as you have him. âIâm worriedâŚIâm scared.â
âWhat are you afraid of? Giving birthâŚor caring for the baby? Iâll be there for you, for everything. I promise.â
âYes, but Iâm more worried I wonât be able to handle it. Iâve already been so sick, and I know thatâs normal, but what if it gets worse? What if my body canât do this right?â
âIâll take care of you, whether youâre sick or not. Whether you can handle it, or you canât. You come first.â
