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The Sin Eater.

Title: Was It A Dream?

Pairing: mark lee x fem!oc.

Genre: Horror occult, romance, fantasy, age-gap, slow burn, non-idol au, angst, fluff.

Summary: where an unexpected curse takes over baekhwa private school, jeong haelim gets involved into the world of occult.

Warnings: jumpscares, suicides, gore mention, hallucinations, mental health problems are spoken here, stress and strong language used.

Early morning it was an assembly. Everyday the principal holds an announcement but today was a particularly important announcement that every student has been dying to know.

Lining out in the courtyard, each young female student was behind another in a single file line. Each grade had the oldest lining in the front and the youngest at the back.

Haelim stood at the third youngest behind her friend. “Yeji are they doing the register?” She asked since it was difficult to hear from afar.

Her sharp gaze looks at the front seeing the class president coming down to do the register. One by one asking them to appear present.

Yeji gives a nod to her. “Yeah Ryujin is taking the names down.”

It didn’t take long for them to see the young girl wearing a blazer over the loose white shirt, the brown board with the piece of white paper with all the names on it being written down.

She looks at Ryujin but the gaze wasn’t reciprocated.

The register soon was done. The waiting was boring Haelim but nonetheless she was on the look out for the principal anywhere.

Eyes caught up on a handsome figure walking past. The groups of girls lining in the courtyard were wowing and awing seeing the new teacher that had recently enrolled and arrived to work here.

Replacing the biology teacher that fell sick suddenly. Everyone seems to like the new substitute teacher for his looks.

Black sleek back hair, glasses, clear pale skin and tall and slender body. The girls practically drool at the scent of his new shaven deodorant.

“You’re so cool Mr Mark!” One of the younger girls calls out in the crowd causing Mark to turn around suddenly and trip over his feet.

THUD.

“Oof…thanks girls!” Mark gets up from the floor dusting the clothes off with a heavy pant. That was a big fall and he seemed to be fine.

The girls giggle watching him awkwardly waddle away from the view.

Haelim’s gaze turns away when the new Professor disappears out of sight. For some reason, there was something very strange about him.

Microphone up in the front echos with a tap of the finger, the principal comes on the stage where the students go in silence looking up front. The courtyard resembles almost like a funeral with the way every student was present in single file. One behind the other.

The principal looks with a darken smile and expression that could tell it’s not the greatest news.

“Good morning everyone, I’m sorry but I don’t bring good news today.” She looks at the girls one by one. “The death of Park Sooyoung is indeed very tragic. However we must move on. I suggest all of you focus on your studies and refrain from commenting about the recent events.”

“Now go on everyone. These exam revisions won’t be done themselves.”

“Yes m’am.” Just like brainwashed sheep the students one by one go do the one thing they were created for. Study.

Until the very fine evening Haelim was studying in her own dormitory. Each student attending Baekhwa has a small dormitory to themselves. The rules were to not roam out of the dorms at 10pm. Curfew was needed and everyone sleeps and dines together mostly.

It is why this was so hard on Haelim from move on from Sooyoung’s death. They were in the same classes before and they expect Haelim to forget about her just because she is dead?

It felt cruel and selfish.

Sighing the blank ink on the pen suddenly stops working on the paper and Haelim throws the pen into the trash can, getting up from her chair to dispose of it in the room.

She wore a light and free white tank top with a pair of grey sweatpants. The hair was in a low bun, leaving the baby hairs out and the bangs to be free.

Looking back at the desk full of biology, history and mathematics books that she has been studying all day. Haelim looks away drained at the clock.

Midnight. Haelim always loses track of time whenever books are involved. In fact she loves reading the most.

She doesn’t have any particular hobbies. Haelim doesn’t have any interests that make her seem unique or extraordinary.

She was just the most basic, blank canvas that anyone could ever lay their eyes on.

Haelim doesn’t have any ambitions. She doesn’t have any goals in life that she wants to achieve by a certain age or period of time. Haelim actually has no idea what she wants to do with her sullen weak life at all. The only thing she was good at was studying.

Sounds pretty sad right? Haelim knows it herself.

That her life was nothing but sad and boring. It feels like a cage keeping her trapped inside it as if she were a humming bird.

Murmuring a few sighs, Haelim decided to go for a quick toilet break and then do some more studying just to be extra sure. You can never be too sure until you re-do it again.

Walking out of the dormitory gates outside the young girl made her way inside the school building again. Slowly she moves her hand to the toilets with the female sign on it.

When going in the toilets were brightly lit. Almost too brightly lit to the point it could burn someone’s eyes out. Haelim fixed the round golden glasses on her face and opens one of the stalls.

She sighs taking off the sweats and underwear then to do her natural business, the lights flickering take her attention from above.

“Stupid lights.” Haelim mutters when the lights kept on flickering, and flickering, until it sounded like footsteps were heard on the other side.

At first she thought it was probably another girl who was studying up late like herself; but then the footsteps kept on getting louder and louder by the time. It was eerie in a way. It felt like music approaching but it was just disconnected footsteps that she cannot recognise. The drops of her peeing was awkward too, Haelim felt nearly scared because there was silence and when the footsteps stopped. They sounded like it stopped right in front of the stall she was inside.

Her breath hitched. “Hello…?” Haelim asked out on the other side. Slowly pulling up her sweatpants and underwear back on. She flushed and then came close to the door opening it suddenly.

Nothing. No one was in the toilets.

She looks around each stall and they were empty. Haelim gives a small sigh of relief “Probably imagined it…” but then the lights went out in the bathroom.

The silence and footsteps were heard now outside, but they were running and Haelim quickly walked out of the dark toilets in fear and curiosity.

Who was messing around? The power went out everywhere and the entire school was now a dark, dark place.

Each corner was filled with nothing but blackness reeking the entire school. No sign of light. Haelim took out her phone putting on the flashlight while walking the terrifying corridors, alone.

Coldness reached her dainty arms. Wearing nothing but a white sleepwear tank top and a pair of sweatpants was not enough to keep her warm, but suddenly it became cold.

She kept her eyes in the front until a hand reaches to touch her shoulder.

Haelim screams and turning around to see who it was, as if preparing to attack the person or thing. She stopped midway.

It was the night shift janitor. “Whoa whoa misses. What are you doing up here? You’re meant to be in bed.”

She exhales in relief, pure joy on her face. “Sorry. I went for a toilet break.”

Haelim bows her head to say goodbye but then she stops on the floor and turns around back at the janitor who is watching her with keen eerie eyes. There was something weird behind them. As if they were hungry?

“Did you perhaps hear some footsteps… actually,” She paused when seeing the strange expression on the janitor. “Never mind. I have to go to bed.” Turning around to walk away.

There was this instinct inside her, screaming at Haelim to run, run as fast as she can. Something weird was going to happen…

The same footsteps were then heard, causing Haelim to turn around with her widen eyes. This time it was clearly the janitor following her with nothing being said but a weird smile; creepy reddish eyes glowing right before her body.

She flinched and starts to run for it with her phone flashlight making way for her around the school campus. The janitor giggles in many overlapped disoriented voices together that sounded of female: “Come back! I promise I don’t bite!”

Running out into the large courtyard in the middle, a launching body pushed her down enough to make Haelim roll down the many stairs in a dizzy composure. Shaken up vision and seeing stars from a single clutch. The man hovering above her with a face that looks nearly-demonic with a female voice taunting her, it felt like death was at the door.

Nearly, death was at the door.

“So pretty, but pretty dumb.” Said the janitor with a maniac-like laugh while running hands down Haelim’s cheek. “You’ll do great for my dinner.” The hand stops and raised up with massive animal claws. Something she could only imagine would be something out of a fantasy movie. The sharpness of the claws swish in the air,,

Only to make Haelim flinch screaming. “Stop!”

And a large shadow hovering above her body on the ground opening her eyes in shock to see the claw being stopped from a powerful grip. Burning the flesh of the person, lunging them away with a hammering punch to the fist.

Such a simple punch was able to launch a human across the courtyard and break the concrete wall making it have a crack.

Gasping. “Holy shit!” Haelim sits up on the ground with a dazed expression now that she sat up small blood drops down her forehead, must’ve been by the fall down the courtyard stairs.

Looking back at the strange figure, she starts to recognise the face. It was the new teacher.

Mark looked so much different. Differently dressed in dark clothing and the glasses were gone, hair was sleek back and the eyes look more, cold and serious. There was a different feeling of the aura he carries and now Haelim felt the touch of his hand on her head wound.

“Mr… Mark?”

Haelim felt her eyelids becoming heavy as her head collapsed into his hands. It feels like a bad miracle leaving a dark pity over her.

To what felt like a horrible dream, Haelim woke up in her dormitory bed. As if nothing bad happened, as if she wasn’t attacked by the crazy-janitor and wasn’t saved by her new substitute biology teacher.

Panting leaving with cold sweat, Haelim was checking for the head wound and it was like it never happened. Her head was spotless.

The next few minutes Haelim tried to tell herself that it felt too real, a little too real to be a dream. Something terrible was happening in this school and no one was doing anything about it.

Walking to the morning class which was literature class. On the way Haelim paused seeing the new teacher, Mark, leaving his office room that seems to be empty.

The opportunity to prove that everything was reality was revealing itself. The young girl walks over and looks around before opening the doorknob and entering it. Haelim looks around for a few minutes with her eyes. Then reaching over to the desk she would search for any clues.

It couldn’t be a dream, right? There’s no way.

For once, Haelim wasn’t rushing. She wasn’t caring if she will be late to class because this dangerous eerily familiar tale that keeps on happening to her was making Haelim excited but also terrified. She knows something wasn’t okay with Mark.

He wasn’t just a teacher, he looks like someone who has a past to say a lot. Haelim shifts down going on the knees opening up the desk cupboards. A reflective golden piece of golden ring shines, and Haelim saw a jewellery box full of weird-like occult symbols and equipment.

“Whoa what’s this…?” She breathes out heavily taking out a talisman. Why would her biology teacher carry a freaking talisman around the school?

The door started to open and Haelim was panicking. She puts the stuff back into the cupboard closing it shut and then crawling around to hide underneath the teacher’s desk. The voice of Mark speaking to one of the teacher’s was in a polite form.

Mark shows a smile. “Yes Doyoung i’ll get the biology papers marked and re-done by tonight.” Shifting back into his office he closed the door and sighs a little. He then walked up to the giant wardrobe in the room he had.

Haelim hiding under her desk never held her breath so much until now, she was afraid that if a single breath coming out could get her caught instantly; her eyes kept a stern watch over him until realising he was unbuttoning the white shirt, taking off the black tie.

Blushing at the bare-ness of his back exposed to her face. Haelim looked away immediately with red cheeks. She kept her legs tucked in front chest while underneath the desk, Haelim wasn’t expecting to see her teacher topless.

In the moment Haelim then made her eyes move to peak again only to see bunch of strange tattoos on his arms, biceps, chest and stomach. She didn’t understand what they meant. But last time she checked teachers were forbidden to have tattoo’s especially Baekhwa. Who discriminates against tattoos for both students and teachers.

Her eyes caught the glance of the mirror and Mark was gazing right at her as he saw her under the desk. He turned around quickly now pulling Haelim’s wrist and pressed the girl against the wardrobe door flat shutting it down.

She grunts. “Let me go!”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing in my office?”

The sight of his topless upper body made Haelim incredibly uncomfortable by how close they are and she looked at him with a fearful expression.

Silence came out of her and she pants pushing her hands down on him. “I know what you are. You’re not a teacher.”

The sudden assumption scared Mark. What did she mean by that? He pulled away and glares over at her and he pulls out a shirt on his body.

“What am i then?”

It’s like he was challenging her. Haelim stares at him with two deep glares and fixed her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Because of you these deaths keep happening. Ever since you came to this school weird shit has happened to me. You’re the cause of not aren’t you?”

Haelim snapped, and Mark was watching her with an unreadable eye and expression on his face she couldn’t read whatsoever.

She wasn’t sure if she caught him or if he was laughing at her. Mark shifts coming forward. “Now calm down. I can promise you I’m not the bad guy here.”

The girl takes a step back breathing heavily almost like she were hyperventilating. “No? Then what is this?” Haelim rolls up her sleeve showing her wrist with a star mark possibly done by a sharp glass shard object deeply into her skin.

This morning when she had woke up, Haelim woke up to this mark impaled on her skin. Each victim that died had this on their body and Haelim knew, she knew from that moment that she was next and she had no idea what to do.

The mark on her body caused the teacher to furrow his eyebrows and he quickly looks back at her trying to remain calm.

“Haelim how long did you have this mark for?” He asked cautiously and Haelim cried stomping her feet, she couldn’t just stay calm. “Answer me! Are you the bad guy? Am I going to die? Give me an answer already!”

“Say something already!”

Knowing that she probably wouldn’t stop and become calm Haelim came closer to him to do something but Mark blew air on his face, brushing his hand over her eyes and immediately caused the girl to fall backwards in sleep state.

He caught her in his arms as she fell unconscious breathing lightly again in a calm sense. Mark looks down at her face and down at the star symbol imprinted on her arm.

Was It A Dream?

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haeflmz · 8 months

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The Sin Eater.

Title: The Professor Is Weird.

Pairing: mark lee x fem!oc.

Genre: Horror occult, romance, fantasy, age-gap, slow burn, non-idol au, angst, fluff.

Summary: where an unexpected curse takes over baekhwa private school, jeong haelim gets involved into the world of occult.

Warnings: jumpscares, suicides, gore mention, hallucinations, mental health problems are spoken here, stress and strong language used.

Baekhwa institution. Private all girl school where students only care about one thing; grades. In this world of books and cramming for exam seasons it is nothing but overwhelming competition and criticism. Crippling at the young generation. Teachers putting high standards and expectations onto students. Only the most important people in society enrol their children to this private school.

South Korea’s most popular and successful institution able to only breed the most talented minds.

At least that’s what people outside the school think. Haelim has always felt trapped in this world they call ‘greatness’. There is nothing great about it. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous to be born into this world just to work a nine to five job in ten years time?

She wonders if there was another world out there, a world where routine doesn’t exist. A world where this cage wasn’t forbidding her from being her own person.

“Haelim mind getting the biology books from E21 classroom?”

No physical response from the young girl seated in the wooden oak chair with the hair tied up in a ponytail. Bangs covering the gentle fluffiness of her eyebrows while her dreamy eyes stare out the school window, finding the clouds to be more interesting itself than the book on the desk.

“Haelim!”

The girl’s voice brought her out of the dream-like state only to look back. She fixed her round glasses when the sight of a taller girl, long raven black hair and grey shaped eyes staring at her.

A sigh escapes from her lips. “You’re day dreaming again? Haelim what did I say about you doing that.” Kyujin clearly wasn’t happy knowing that the girl was ignoring everything around them.

She dismissed the scolding, her face turns to the girl once again once the glasses were fixed on the face.

“Sorry. What did you need?” She asked and earned a hand point to the chalk board in front of the classroom.

It showed in bold writing on it: ‘Bring biology books from E21.’ Written by the teacher that wasn’t in today due to an illness they were run down with.

Kyujin then saw the expression on Haelim’s face come to a realisation and without a single thought she stood up.

“I’ll get it.”

“Be quick with it, some of us have grades to prove!”

Coming down the hallways Haelim reaches the door knob opening the door to a very dark classroom. Searching for the light switch quickly, Haelim soon could see everything in the empty space.

The desks were all neatly set up. Chairs were on top of the desks, the teacher’s place was all clean and empty.

The background in the classroom was what Haelim needed. She walks over to the very back to find the biology books all piled up. The dust on them was obvious to the human eye.

Haelim lifts one biology book dusting it. “Ugh… dust.” She shakes it off one by one from each book until…

A loud thud from outside brought her attention. Following outside the classroom, many students started to pile around in circles.

The teachers rushing down the hallways in panic while some girls were starting to scream. Haelim was in panic wondering what was going on?

The whole school came over to witness one thing; a pool of blood sieving on the ground running the school courtyard to go red. Cries overheard with the overlapping of students recording. Haelim was shocked standing on the second floor looking over to the courtyard with everyone else.

From all four floors each student was seemingly looking down at the dead girl that fell from the high railings, down into the courtyard, squished by the concrete floor.

“Oh my god…” Haelim was shaken up holding her palms over her mouth.

The many teachers rushed over to identify the body. From the high view no one could really tell who it was…

The teacher turns the body around, the blood spilling was nearly as big as a puddle. The horrifying young dead girl on the floor looks unrecognisable from what everyone remembers.

“It’s upperclassman Joy!” Eunchae gasps crying.

Haelim’s eyes widen when a sign of a star crossed over with blood imprinted on the corpses’ hand.

Something wasn’t right about these reoccurring events…

The teachers dealt with another suicide event at their school. It only started two months ago. Another death after another which leaves the students becoming infected with fear.

Haelim wasn’t convinced that this was just a coincidence however.

In deep thought Haelim completed ignored her two friends; Chaehyun and Seoyoung.

They were discussing the suicide of Park Sooyoung — also mostly known as Joy amongst other students. It was unfortunate.

It didn’t even make sense? All the top students are disappearing one by one. Joy was a bright student, she was the most happiest person Haelim has ever saw. The most positive that is.

There was no way she had a reason to end her own life. Haelim was certain the previous suicides of the girls were the same.

“Is she day dreaming again?” Sighs Seoyoung while watching their friend in deep thoughts to the point of dissociation.

The blonde girl, Chaehyun, brushes the behaviour off. Haelim has always been a hidden reserved person who doesn’t even let a single person in that head full of thoughts. “The police are closing the case off as suicide again.”

Haelim breaks out of the haze, looking to Chaehyun. “Again? Isn’t that a bit strange that these reoccurring deaths keep happening in this school.”

The two girls shrug. Seoyoung goes back on her phone with a frown. “The teachers don’t want Baekhwa to get bad reviews and ratings.” Of course, it’s all about money at the end of the day.

It was selfish, the poor parents must be grieving the loss of their child and the police refuse to investigate.

Chaehyun saw Haelim’s upset and disapproved face, it was written on it that this was upsetting her a lot more than others. “Hey don’t get too worked up over something that happened. Joy was a stressed senior going through harsh exams, it was most likely because of that.”

“Still…” Haelim quietly turned around sighing. “Okay you’re right.” Giving into her friend she didn’t bother saying much else.

Getting up from the chair Haelim would go to the exit leaving the classroom, Seoyoung and Chaehyun give each other glances back shrugging off. They didn’t bother to ask where their friend was going because they know Haelim is in her own little world.

As usual, Haelim was the one left overthinking this situation. Heading out for a small walk to clear her head before any of the classes resume. She happens to catch a figure suspiciously entering a classroom. Raising an eyebrow, the figure was tall and slender. Black hair fluffed out with round glasses and loose casual clothes.

It doesn’t look like anyone Haelim saw around the school before. Following the same classroom entering it.

The sight of the man searching the desks underneath. Haelim stood there with a determined gaze.

“What are you doing?” Sternly calling out, the man lifts his back around to look at the young girl who was standing in front.

Haelim takes a step forward when the man was quiet. Clearly he was searching for something, and that something he didn’t find because his face was readable. He looks like he got caught red-handed.

“Who are you? I have never seen you around before.” Haelim tilts her head.

He stammers. “I— uh… uh…”

“Are you a pervert?” Haelim assumed. He looked a little weird, like he was doing something inappropriate.

She checks under the desk for any cameras. Previously in the school there was camera footage and many girls were recorded under the desk without notice.

Quickly at the assumption he flinched. “No! I’m not anything like that.”

“Oh yeah? That’s what they all say!”

“jeong haelim?” The voice coming through was an elderly woman. The man and Haelim break their eye contact to look back at the teacher going in the classroom.

“Oh miss song.” Haelim said back in confusion. The teacher looks back at the man. “Mr Mark? What are you doing here.”

Mark was quickly flustered and he gently laughs it off by rubbing the back of his neck.

He clears his voice. “I must’ve got lost in the wrong classroom, Miss Song.”

Haelim didn’t understand, was this guy not a pervert who got into the school by chance? She felt awful and embarrassed for assuming that the new enrolled teacher was a pervert. She even accused him of it too…

Haelim saw him turning to her with a smile. “Nice to meet you Haelim.” She awkwardly nods her head with no words.

Mark walks out with the box of his teaching things following Miss Song out of the classroom. Haelim’s widen eyes were full of surprise as she watched him leave.

‘dammit jeong haelim what a way to make a first impression on your new teacher…’

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