𝖂𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
At a sleepover with a friend, you come up with a brilliant idea to play a silly prank on your boyfriend. He is not amused.
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Warnings and tags: pre-canon. established relationship. toxic relationship. knives. emotional manipulation. threats. technically blackmail. forehead kiss. mentions of fanfiction. mentions of one direction. usage of korean terms of endearment. character x reader. written in second pov. you/your pronouns used for reader. gender-neutral reader. reader has long hair. 1,7k words. based on this joke post. originally written for @leonkennedycatboy.
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In your defense, you still considered it absolutely fucking hilarious. It was just that your darling boyfriend didn't agree with your idea of funny and was now holding one of his throwing knives to your throat with a half amused, half irritated expression. And even now, he still looked good. Handsome men be damned.
But how did you even get into this situation in the first place? Well, it was a matter of two things.
The first thing was, you were dating Ji-woon, known also as the Trickster. The Trickster. The k-pop idol. In secret, of course, because k-pop fans were absolutely terrifying sometimes, but hey, a secret boyfriend is better than no boyfriend at all, right? Except when he was a secret boyfriend because he already had another partner, but unless his work as a musician counted as his wife, you were absolutely in the clear that you were his one and only.
The second thing? Now, that was the fun part. Not that dating Ji-woon was not fun, of course, but it was, at least to you, the less fun part of it all. Because the best part was the little prank you tried to pull on him. Well, you did succeed, just… didn't expect him to react like that.
The idea was born during a visit to your friend. Ji-woon was touring, anyway, so you stayed the weekend at a close friend's house in Busan. Not like it was far, it just under three hours by train.
That particular friend, which you've known for ages now and trusted with your life. She was one of the few that knew about your boyfriend being who he was. Most of your friends just assumed you were single and not particularly interested in romance, but they mostly left you alone except for some occasional teasing, which you've just learned to ignore. But! This friend knew.
And as sleepovers go, you two ended up reading some old, silly fanfiction… and then you swore you saw a light bulb just light up above her head like in one of those old cartoons. While you were over exaggerating the British accents while reading one of those classic One Direction fanfics (the where the main character was nonchalantly reading a book during a concert, not the one where they got sold to the band), she declared she had a brilliant idea.
You should do that at one of Ji-woon's concerts to see his reaction. That was the idea. And with the few fruity drinks you two had, in that moment, the idea sounded like the funniest shit imaginable. You ended up video calling your darling partner that same night right after he finished that night's concert. It took a lot of puppy-dog eyes and convincing, but he eventually agreed to get you and your friend a VIP spot right by the stage for his concert in Busan. After he warned you about seventeen times to not do anything that would make people realize you two were together.
But, of course, even after sobering up, you still thought it would be funny to go through with the plan. You even went thrifting for the most overly casual, comfortable, to-be-worn-only-at-home clothing. You got your hair done (if putting it in a high effort messy bun could be called that) and after looking through your friend's bookshelf, picked the smartest sounding book there, just to go all out on the role.
You naively assumed Ji-woon would fine it as absurdly hilarious as you did. The way you stood in the front row, by the very stage, completely ignoring everything going on around you and pretending to read instead (it was too loud to focus on actually reading the book). You thought you'd both laugh it off later.
As you can probably guess from your current position, you were wrong. Very wrong. Because the moment Ji-woon got off stage, he texted you to come meet him. You have made the silly assumption that it was just to laugh about it. The staff gave you no issue, but as soon as you entered the room Ji-woon was in, you got grabbed and dragged in before your back hit the closet his colorful stage clothes were currently in.
He was still wearing the same tight pants he had on the stage, but the jacket he would wear over his bare chest wasn't on him anymore. Instead, it was thrown over the back of the chair in front of his vanity. You could sorta see it behind him, even with how close and personal to you he currently was. Which was… well, quite literally in your face, with his body pressed to yours and the edge of one of his fancy throwing knives just barely touching your neck. Threatening, but with a hand too skilled to hurt you accidentally. Even despite the murderous glare he was currently giving you, with his bright lenses making him look almost like a predator bird. Even his hair, usually brushed back or styled perfectly, was almost messy, with singular strands sticking out, like he's dragged his fingers through them several times before losing his shit.
It was odd. It was scary. And… it was a little arousing. Probably a lot, if you weren't scared he'd actually slit your throat.
"You have exactly one chance to explain what the hell you were thinking."
That was all he said, in a terrifyingly calm tone. He almost sounded haunted or… hypnotized, or something. Whatever it was, you did not like it. You stuttered a little, trying to explain your little joke to him. When you actually said it out loud, it sounded… kinda stupid, really. But then again, it could be that dangerous little sting on the skin protecting your throat that made you reach that conclusion.
He remained unamused, barely even breathing as he watched you. His eyes were cold, so uncharacteristically cold. Ji-woon had a temper sometimes, sure, but you always assumed it was just k-pop idol-related stress that never let him catch a break. It made perfect sense he'd be stressed out and occasionally snap, so you never thought twice about it. Especially since he was always so sweet and apologetic afterwards. This time, though, it wasn't just raising his voice over something small, it was a whole knife to the throat. And not even in the kinky way this time!
The time you spent trying to explain yourself and your joke felt like it lasted hours, even if it was probably up to ten minutes at most. Probably even less, maybe even around five, but the tension made it drag on for far too long. And that whole time, you could have sworn you've only seen Ji-woon blink maybe twice at most.
Finally, he slowly took the blade away, his back straightening and his head tilting to the side. It still didn't feel human. It felt more like an owl taken from a horror movie. Slow, deliberate, calculating. Cold. He looked like a predator, calculating the perfect moment to strike.
And just when you were certain he would actually do it, he murmured just one word.
"Funny."
His tone made it clear he did not, in fact, find it funny. Not in the slightest. His voice, normally so giggly and charming, now felt empty and emotionless. Distant. He felt like a completely different person, like he's been replaced or something. He was nothing like your Ji-woon, your sweet boyfriend who would use any excuse to cuddle, who would whisper sweet nothings into your ear, who used your chest as a pillow after a particularly stressful day at the studio.
Ji-woon stared at you for a solid few seconds, filling the air with tense silence before he chuckled. It didn't feel the same as when he giggled into his pillow over something dumb you said after sex or the surprised laugh whenever you made some dumb joke out of nowhere. Sure, you've heard him chuckle before, but never like this. Never so… coldly. It was almost cinematic, in a way. He sounded like a villain would sound, as stupid as that description was. A villain enchanted by the hero, with undeniable tension that drove the fandom wild and resulted with the most delicious fanfiction about forbidden love, corruption and yearning.
You didn't really feel very heroic right now, though. You felt more like a mouse that just realized it never had a way out of the cat's grasp and that the predator was just playing with it. Cold thrills running down your back, fear and a dreadful sense of inevitability replacing any other emotion you could have currently felt. But then… it came back.
He came back.
You darling Ji-woon, with his expression changing from this weird, wicked glare back to his usual warm, slightly amused look. He put the knife away, letting it rest on the vanity as his now free hands cradled your face, thumbs gently rubbing your cheekbones. He did that a lot. A gesture that you've always found loving now terrified you even more than you've ever imagined possible.
And yet, as if nothing happened, he just tenderly pulled your face closer, giving you a sweet, loving kiss on the forehead. The kiss you've grown to know and love, to associate it with his fondness and comfort. It was as if he was trying to seal away the terror he just put you through. His lips stayed on your forehead for a while as he let out a small, happy little hum before finally moving back, still holding your face.
"Let's not play silly jokes like that again, jagiya. Alright?" He asked in that sweet, loving tone he's always been using when making all those sweet promises about evenings off just for the two of you.
"Yeah… alright…" You forced yourself into a small smile as one of his hands moved to let your hair down before going back to your cheek.
"Good. I love you." He sang out. And of course, you said it back.
It made his expression soften. It usually would. Except this time, something was wrong. From the outside, sure, it looked like all those times he's done this before. Given you a sweet little kiss, held your face…
And only from up close, you could see that the predatory glow behind those golden lenses of his never left.
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