He ate my heart … 🫀🩸
Happy Valentine’s Day from Moonjo and Jongwoo! I’ve been obsessed with this kdrama for a while now and wanted to create an illustration for it. I was super inspired by James Jean’s painting for Mother and wanted to create a faux book cover for Strangers from Hell with a similar theme!
"The union you had with the man you loved was more than just skin or love, it was a unique connection, an unbreakable bond like the chains that prevent ships from going away with the tide, you became addicted to the sensations that Moon-jo could transmit to you, you swore to be faithful to him until you give your last breath.... but your eyes met a person named Jong-woo. ¿What was your surprise going to be? Your boyfriend had the same interest in him as you did"
Moon-jo x Jong-woo x fem reader
◇Warnings: polyamorous relationship! verbal and physical violence, murder, toxic relationship.
In the eyes of society, you and he were an exemplary and loving couple, a nice dentist in love with a helpful police officer, walking holding hands, short and soft occasional kisses in public and romantic dates in the moonlight.
You loved the times Moon-jo would hold your hand with courtesy and chivalry every time they entered somewhere to let you pass first,
But you also loved the times Moon-jo held your hand to stab someone at the same time, such a heartless and terrifying act gave you warmth and security at his side.
You knew you were wrong, that something was wrong in your head when you thought that, you had dealt with murderers without empathy throughout career and you constantly told yourself that you were not equal to them, no, you had different reasons and motivations, Moon-jo said that what y'all did was an art and you were his muse, a girl whose inspiration was to become equal to him.
You remembered quite well, before you met him you were a good police officer, a good loyal and honest person because your only objective was to serve society, until one day you had a fight where you broke some teeth, an event that forced you to go to the dentist.
And there you saw him, a young dentist with black hair and a cute smile, you couldn't help your heart from beating faster than normal and your hands from shaking when you had him so close.
From that moment on, a small part of your psyche that you had been hiding deep in your brain came to the surface, you began to go to him dental office more than you should, you followed him every day to the point of knowing his addresses, routine and the people around him, you were a complete stalker and in the blink of an eye your whole life revolved around him, you took photos of him without him noticing, you fantasized about having him close to you and you got angry just by seeing him be nice to some flirtatious woman.
Moon-jo noticed every day how you followed him, whether in the car or walking, every photo you took of him he felt it and the curious thing was that he didn't confront you for doing it, he let you continue, he wanted to see how obsessed and crazy stalker you could become, he wanted to see if you were one more equal to him in the world or you were simply a woman with nothing else to waste your time on.
He tested you, let you watch him during his favorite pastime.
It drew you to the depths of the world and showed you what it really was, the monster that hid under the guise of a human.
Just as him imagined, you were not scared, by this point, after having observed and followed him for months without fail, you had idealized him and now you were blinded by your devotion that his "art" seemed so normal to you, something that you could easily handle if your reward was a kiss on the cheek at the end of the day.
At first he just let you watch his wonderful work, he loved the idea of having a spectator applaud his actions after each murder, then he taught you how to do it...
It certainly wasn't easy for you, you had never killed someone before and when you did you practically vomited on Moon-jo's shoes and cried like a baby, you only liked to harass day and night, not take someone's life but he insisted so much that you accepted only to receive praise, the next one wasn't so difficult and so on until killing started to be as easy for you as putting melted butter on hot bread.
He had molded you the way he wanted and despite knowing it you didn't object at all.
You shared with him your first murder, kidnapping, dinner with the peculiar meat and as a birthday gift he gave you a ring made from one of his wisdom teeth, it was wonderful and romantic for you.
However, not everything was as nice as you thought, once you helped Gi-hyeok hide a body that was not previously planned and as punishment he tied you to a chair and pulled out one of your wisdom teeth without anesthesia.
"Don't do anything again without telling me first ¿understand?" He questioned holding your bloody mouth with one hand to which you quickly nodded with tears in your eyes.
It was an unbearable pain that he put you through but you tolerated it because it would hurt more not to have him by your side.
Moon-jo leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your crimson stained lips. “I'm doing this because I don't want you to get caught ¿What am I going to do if they put you in prison? Before you do anything reckless or drastic, call me"
You believed everything he told you and from that day on you never broke any rule again, well, you didn't let him find out again, you continued helping your friends in Eden, especially Gi-hyeok, you liked him although deep down you knew that if Moon-jo found out it would be the end of you.
Your position as a police officer was really helpful, that way you diverted certain clues and knew perfectly how your unit worked, you and him had many advantages.
But of course, sometimes there were small details.
—A friend of mine called me, he says he has been kidnapped and is in danger—said your partner, standing next to you with a distressed look —Come on, you know that residence and you would be of great help.
—¿What residence? —You asked, taking a big sip of your coffee, mentally hoping it wasn't the one you think.
But when the name "Eden" came out of him mouth, annoyance began to well up inside you.
—Go to the patrol, in a few seconds I'll go with you —You said, you let him leave the police station and went to the bathroom where you locked yourself to make a call to Gi-hyeok and alert him or else everything would come to light in society.
Sometimes you considered the man a real idiot, however, you couldn't stop helping him because if he fell, all of you would too. After calling him, you left the police station and got into the passenger seat of the patrol car.
You already knew what you had to do, unfortunately this was not the first time something like this happened but it was the first time that one of your fellow police officers got involved, that was another inconvenience and you considered calling Moon-jo but that would bring more problems for everyone involved, besides, you definitely wanted to keep your teeth and above all your life.
You let your partner ask the questions and inspect the place, you also looked around every corner to make sure there was nothing suspicious and Mrs. Eom gave you a fleeting glance from time to time.
You knew that they could also help you with this situation but you preferred to do it yourself, after collecting the little information could, your partner and you said goodbye and got ready to leave but as you went down the stairs you saw someone approaching the building, the new resident.
Your eyes looked at him carefully from the first moment, as soon as you saw his face you could see that expression that was reflected by all those people who still did not have their place in the world, serenity but at the same time always alert.
As you passed by him, the aroma of his cologne filled your nose while could also feel his gaze on you, something that made you smile unconsciously.
You were going to continue walking towards the truck in which you and your partner arrived, you would continue with your plan without obstacles but the presence of this man attracted you like a magnet to metal, or rather, like a moth to the radiant and warm light among the darkness of the night.
Then you turned around and spoke, stopping him instantly.
—Hey… ¿do you live here? —You asked cautiously under him curious gaze.
—Yeah… well, it hasn't been long but yes.
The sweet notes of his voice were intoxicating to your ears, one more reason to want to hear him speak, murmur, moan or scream…
—¿Have you seen this man? —Your partner returned to your side and showed him the photograph of the missing tenant and you showed him the police badge when noticed his confusion.
While your partner asked him the routine questions, you just kept your eyes on him in complete silence to the point where the poor guy began to get nervous and uncomfortable, you were fascinated by awakening those sensations in him, no matter how insignificant were under the circumstances.
He felt your gaze as if you were trying to see through his soul, a conclusion that was not very wrong, you could see that he was a person on the verge of a collapse, as if he only needed a push to reach the mental descent from which he could never recover.
You immediately thought of Moon-jo, you knew that he would be delighted to be the one to give that push to your new obsession, he would love to break, collect, repair and mold this man to his will just as he did with you but you didn't want that to happen.
No...
You wanted to take him, fix him and put him in a glass display case to observe forever, as he it were a treasure that you were willing to obtain and keep, avoiding at all costs for it to become dirty with the darkness of your world, ¿Why? The answer was simple, sometimes you felt like you were drowning next to Moon-jo and maybe… just maybe this man in front of you who occasionally looked at you with embarrassment could be your lifesaver.
While Moon-jo would motivate and push him into the darkness, you were willing to break windows to let the light in.
You would kill and die for him and for Moon-jo.
—Well, if you see anything suspicious you can call me... —You said, taking a card with your number out of your pocket and handing it to him while you paused waiting for him to say his name.
—Jong-woo —He introduced himself and took your card.
For a few brief seconds his fingers brushed yours and you immediately pushed them away, not because you didn't crave his touch, no, you did it as if you were afraid of contaminating him with the blood that has stained your skin several times before.
He noticed this gesture and found it strange, curious, and almost came to the wrong conclusion but instead of saying something drastic he simply looked at you in silence.
—Have a nice night Jong-woo —You said a smile forming on your lips, a smile that he found a little creepy but he still wanted to see again sometime.
You and your partner said goodbye to him and returned to the car where you knew that Gi-Hyeok was already waiting, you vaguely told your partner not to get involved but he seemed so determined to do so that had no choice but to kill him, your friend took charge of suffocating him with the car's seat belt and you stabbed him repeatedly until his blood splashed on your face and the interior of the vehicle, after finishing him, you fell back on your seat, gasping for breath from the effort and felt the adrenaline diminishing from your body, but once again your heart beat like a rabbit when you saw Moon-jo walking calmly and confidently towards the car in the rearview mirror.
—Moon-jo comes here —You said with a sigh while adjusted your disheveled hair, you knew that he was not very tolerable to a fault like this, doing things without telling him beforehand was like condemning yourself with him, so you did not even move from your seat when you heard him kill Gi-Hyeok, suffocating him with his own hands until the life reflected in his eyes went out, then, you felt him move to the other side of the car where you were.
—Hi love —He said with a deep and serious voice, leaving you in suspense of what he would do with you as punishment.
You turned your head a little to look at him but as soon as you did he grabbed your hair and slammed your face against the dashboard of the car causing to gasp in pain.
—He was a failure ¿but you? I thought you were smarter than this —He said with a low and soft voice, a great contrast to the emotions that were reflected in his eyes.
—It won't happen again —You said, passing your tongue over your lips, tasting the blood that flowed through the cut he had made when hitting you like this.
Moon-jo could have killed you at that moment and asked the others to get rid of the three corpses and the vehicle but he didn't, he wouldn't throw away his creation that easily and a part of him deep down appreciated you a little.
So he let go of your hair and walked away, told you to clean up the mess and walked away, leaving you with a warning.
You wouldn't lie, you loved each and every sensation he could make you feel, fear, passion, terror, love, no matter how bad were you always came back for more.
You smiled and cleaned the outside of the car a little where there were drops of blood that had run off, you moved both corpses back and sat in the driver's seat, you turned it on, turned on music and started down the steep hill.
As you drove down the hill you looked in the rearview mirror where saw the Eden residence, you saw Moon-jo and Jong-woo together on the roof sharing a chat, then you smiled and wiped the lipstick and blood that stained your lips with your thumb.
You knew you weren't going to be the only one interested in that guy, anyway, you knew how to share.
Sorry, I'm watching the series and I definitely had to write something about him
summary. you didn’t realize he liked you back until it slipped out.
a/n. i need a healthy sleep schedule asap
warnings. not proofread, roommate!siwan, overthinker!reader.
you lived with siwan.
whether or not you two were in a relationship was sort of unclear; i mean, you both hadn’t asked the other out, but the feelings were definitely there.
of course, your overthinking convinced you that there was absolutely nothing between you and him, and that you were silly for making something out of nothing.
obvious to everyone except yourself, siwan was in love with you.
tonight, you were having your obligated bi-weekly movie night with him with popcorn, pillows, blankets, and all necessary supplies.
you both got comfortable on the couch across the tv, and went to look for a random interesting movie to watch.
this night, it was your choice. you landed on a horror movie. it was perfect for the night, and it was always fun to watch his reactions to gory or scary scenes.
he laid back on the couch, the scent of the buttery popcorn he was eating spreading throughout the room.
you laid your head on his shoulder, getting comfortable as the movie started, occasionally reaching into siwan’s bag of popcorn. it always “annoyed” him since he asked if you wanted any beforehand, and you declined.
“we’re gonna finish it before we even watch 5 minutes of the movie at this rate.” he stated, smiling at you as he spoke.
you smiled in response, offering him some sweets you bought earlier today to watch this movie.
eventually, the movie had a sudden jumpscare.
you didn’t physically react to it, but siwan jumped when it happened, making you laugh at him in response.
he scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, eventually dropping the annoyed act and laughing with you.
“at least you didn’t scream this time.” you teased him, a grin spreading on your face.
he dramatically sighed, “jeez, you’re never letting that go, huh?” he asked, laughing a bit.
“definitely not.”
he laughed, “you’re lucky i love you.” he said, grabbing a handful of popcorn and refocusing on the movie.
you almost skipped over the fact that he had just said he loved you, your head immediately turning to face him with a look of “did i hear you right?” on your face.
he glanced over at you, doing a double-take when he saw your expression, the realization dawning on him on what he just said to you.
“wait— huh?” you started, “what’d you say?” you asked, trying to confirm that you weren’t imagining things.
“i said you were lucky i love you—“ he muttered, you interrupting him.
“you love me?” you asked, flabbergasted at what was happening.
“uh, yeah…? didn’t you know?” he said, acting like you’ve both said “i love you” to each other.
“i didn’t know it was reciprocated…” you mumbled, siwan smiling softly at your words.
“y/n, we do everything together, you didn’t think i liked you?” he stated, the same goofy smile on his face as always.
you stayed quiet for a moment, realizing how idiotic it sounded when he put it that way.
he noticed your expression, and slipped an arm around your shoulder to bring you closer to him and comfort you a bit.
he continued watching the movie, rubbing your shoulder and playing with your hair while feeding you popcorn when you asked for it.
he movie ended, and as you both got up to stretch your legs, you spoke.
“you’re lucky that i love ya too!” you said with a big smile on your face as you looked at the man who liked you back.
tysm for reading! all interactions are appreciated 💞
Hannibal fandom please watch this show called strangers from hell, I kid you not the main antagonist (Seo Moon-jo) is LITERALLY Hannibal Lecter, but a korean dentist.
I gotta finish this show at some point bro once I get the motivation to find where to watch the other episodes 🙏🙏 (even though I know the basic plot of the last ones I STILL WANNA WATCH IT 💔)
Anyways uhh yeah u guys should watch strangers from hell :3
hihih.....may i ask regressor moonjo with cg jongwoo fic? something along the lines of moonjo being sick/just not feeling good in general
Regressor! Moon-jo w/ Caregiver! Jong-woo
Summary: Moon-jo’s sick, which ends up causing him to regress and become more clingy than usual.
Contains: Age regression, bottles, bottle feeding, crying.
Not proofread.
It wasn’t often that Moon-jo got sick. Actually, it was pretty rare. Jong-woo had never really seen Moon-jo get sick before, besides from him occasionally having a headache or feeling a little nausea, but it wasn’t anything serious.
However, today Moon-jo felt awful. His body ached, he felt horribly nauseous, and he’d have sudden hot flashes that turned into cold sweats. He was sick with a fever today, which Jong-woo could tell the second he touched him, since his entire body was burning hot.
It also became apparent to Jong-woo that Moon-jo didn’t handle being sick very well. When he woke up to how terrible he felt, Moon-jo immediately ended up regressing, which led to him whining and whimpering until Jong-woo woke up.
That was the first red flag that something was wrong with Moon-jo, because he hardly ever fussed, especially like he was this morning. When Jong-woo felt his forehead, due to figuring he probably didn’t feel good with the way he was acting, he instantly realized that he was correct. Moon-jo was sick.
So that meant that Jong-woo was going to be taking care of Moon-jo all day, which hadn’t been all that difficult. He was fussy, but he was corporative when it came to needing to take medicine and drinking water so he could stay hydrated.
Most of the day consisted of Jong-woo having to stay in bed with Moon-jo, but that was pretty normal for when he’d regress. Moon-jo was always very clingy and wanted to cuddle constantly.
That’s what he was currently doing as well. Jong-woo was lying in bed, with Moon-jo curled up right beside of him while Jong-woo’s arms were wrapped around him. He was quietly whimpering, which he’d been doing throughout the whole day since he was both feeling awful and really little.
A small sniffle came from Moon-jo, which was quickly followed by the man whining softly as well. Jong-woo frowned at the pitiful noise, moving his hand up to run his fingers through Moon-jo’s hair.
“I know…” Jong-woo whispered. “I wish I could make you feel better.” He said. Jong-woo leaned back a little away from him, then pressed his wrist against his forehead. He sighed afterwards, due to the fact that Moon-jo’s fever hadn’t gone down in the slightest. Jong-woo looked over at the nightstand, seeing the empty bottle that sat there.
“I’m going to get you some more water, okay?” Jong-woo told Moon-jo as he started to get out of bed. Moon-jo looked up at him, frowning and whining as he reached out for him.
“I promise I’ll be right back. I won’t be long at all.” Jong-woo spoke to him, before leaving the bedroom. Moon-jo watched him leave the room with the saddest little expression on his face.
As Jong-woo was in the kitchen and filling up the bottle with some water, he suddenly heard small, slow footsteps coming from down the hall. He looked behind himself, only to see Moon-jo weakly walking to the kitchen with shaky legs.
“Moon-jo, you should’ve stayed in the bedroom. I would’ve have taken long at all.” Jong-woo watched as Moon-jo sat on the kitchen floor, sitting with his knees hugged to his chest. Jong-woo walked over to Moon-jo while screwing the lid onto the bottle.
“Come on, baby. Can you get back up?” Jong-woo asked in a soft voice. He was answered by Moon-jo pitifully reaching out for him again, while looking up at him with tears in his eyes.
“I don’t think I can lift you up, honey. I’m sorry.” Moon-jo’s bottom lip quivered at the sentence as he slowly put his arms down, before proceeding to cry, which he rarely ever did.
“Oh, it’s okay, Moon-jo. It’s okay.” Jong-woo whispered to him as he kneeled down and gently wiped away his tears. “I’ll try, okay? I’ll try to carry you.” As soon as that was said, Moon-jo slowly lifted his arms back up.
Jong-woo loudly groaned as he picked Moon-jo up and carried him to the living room couch since he doubted he could make it all the way to the bedroom. He sighed when he sat him down, while Moon-jo immediately whined and reached out for him again.
“Let’s just stay on the couch for now. We can try to go back to the bedroom later.” Jong-woo said as he sat down. Moon-jo moved closer to him the second he sat down, laying his head on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist.
“Do you want some water? You need to keep staying hydrated.” Jong-woo was answered by Moon-jo opening his mouth a little, so Jong-woo held the bottle in his mouth for him since that’s what he wanted, which was also pretty rare for him.
After about half of the water was gone, Moon-jo ended up falling asleep, which Jong-woo knew when he could feel his shoulder became slightly damp with drool.
So, Jong-woo gently took away the bottle from Moon-jo and just let him sleep on his shoulder since he hadn’t taken a nap yet and had woken up early from not feeling well. Jong-woo just hoped he’d be able to take a long nap and feel a little bit better whenever he would end up waking up.
