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dollriki · 1 year

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HOW TO GET AWAY WITH ⠀⠀MURDER (amongst other things)

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— CH 1. The Night we Met

WARNINGS 🩸 mentions or murder and blood

Truth be told, you'd never murdered someone before.

It wasn't exactly a common hobby for people.

You always thought it wouldn't be that bad to see a dead body, you never knew what the fuss was about. You've watched plenty of horror movies, binged many crime documentaries. Surely they just look like they're sleeping? That's what it seemed on the TV anyway.

But standing here now, looking down at the dead body on your bedroom floor, you were starting to realise the overreactions.

There was blood everywhere. Pooling on your carpet, trailing down the bedpost, staining your new beige sheets. All over your fucking shirt.

The boy was laying completely still on the floor, and you didn't need to check his pulse to know he was dead. You'd heard the crack when he went head first into the bedpost. Fuck, the whole street could've heard it for all you knew.

Your heart was beating in your ears, breath completely sucked out of your body and all you could do was stare as blood slowly expanded around his head, painting his blonde hair red. If anyone were to walk in now, they probably would've thought you'd had a heart attack standing up. You couldn't move, even when blood dripped from your forehead to your cheek.

There was a dead body in your room.

You had to get out. You had to hide, run, fuck maybe you should just confess. People who plead guilty get lower sentences don't they? Your head hurt, you felt sick. But you turned to the boy standing next to you with a calm face. "What the fuck do we do?"

Wide eyed, the boy looked back at you with the most fear you'd ever seen be portrayed in a person. He was speechless, trying to get some sorts of words out however nothing but a stuttering load of bullshit came out and you realised just how fucked you actually were.

You'd known Riki for a week at most and you'd just committed murder in your bedroom with him for the first time. No. He had committed murder. You were a witness. That did nothing to stop said murder from happening.

Riki was good at a lot of things. He could play guitar, he could hotwire a car, and he could dance. What he couldn't do was make rational decisions when it was much needed. He never thought his inability to decide would lead to him standing over a bleeding out body with the bloody murder weapon in his right hand. He hadn't exactly made a sound when he'd gone out cold in the middle of the room, but the fact that he had yet to open his eyes and get up made Riki think he was in fact, standing over a dead body. That he'd just killed. With his own hands.

You were both frozen still. The record player looping The Ronettes' 'Be My Baby' seemed a lot more sinister the more you came to your senses and you rushed over to turn it off before you fell into a loop of madness yourself. Breathing out heavily, you made your way back over to Riki, glancing down at your blood soaked shirt and then at Riki. You frowned. There wasn't any blood on him at all, despite on his hands and partly on his face. He felt your stare and turned to you, the same scared expression on his face that he'd been pulling for the last five minutes.

He did, finally open his mouth to speak though, "Have you ever killed–"

"No."

"Okay."

You were so fucked.

"They're gonna know it was me." You said, chewing on your bottom lip. Riki looked at you full of confusion, bloody lamp still in his right hand, "It literally wasn't you-"

"It's in my house. In my bedroom. My ex boyfriend!" You were panicking, clearly, so Riki kept any snarky remarks to himself. You didn't know each other all that well, but you understood each other more than you would think. So Riki put the lamp down on the desk he'd taken it from and turned to you, "We need to get out of here."

🩸

Four days ago.

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You're a very hateful person.

The world is a horrible place and you have horrible people in your life, what can you say?

Thinking about it, you can't remember the last time you actually felt anything but numb. Maybe when you got your first dog. That was nice. But you were nine at the time. You're seventeen now. Shit. Maybe it was your irrational thinking that made you so angry and hateful. Or maybe it was just the fact you've had a very shitty life so far.

Your friends were only one part of your very shitty life. Staring at the girl across the cafeteria table, you watched as she giggled at the messages rolling through her notifications. She seemed to read one that caught her eye as she switched her phone off and turned to the other girls sitting around the table, "What are you guys wearing tonight?"

You frowned, "Tonight? What's happening tonight?"

The question seemed to bring everyone to a halt, four pairs of eyes glancing everywhere but you. Eyebrows furrowing, you blinked at Chaein from across the table.

"Um…" She bit her lip gently, eyes scanning over the other girls in some sort of plea. When nobody dared to look at her, she sighed, "Um well. We're having a party. It was just the five of us but I guess-"

"What the fuck?" You loudly announced, shutting Chaein up instantly. She pursed her lips, head bowing and you sighed. Grabbing your backpack from in between your legs, you stood up and swung it over your shoulder before grabbing your lunch tray and sliding it hard across the table. It hit Chaein's tray hard, her food going all over her lap and her scream caught the attention of pretty much everyone. "Fuck you." You flipped the table off before turning on your heel and walking.

Maybe that was a bit of an overreaction. But those girls were never your friends to begin with, so they kind of deserved it.

In reality, you had nowhere to go. You could've gone to the bathroom, or to class early, or you could've just left. But the boy staring at you as you walked towards him seemed like the most interesting way to spend the rest of your lunch.

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"Can I sit here?"

The boy looked up as if he hadn't watched you literally walk all the way towards him. A flash of confusion brushed across the entirety of his face. "Um," he looked to his right where you had motioned to sit, "Okay."

You didn't wait for him to move his bag and food off of the wall before you sat down next to him, kicking your feet as you glared straight ahead at the table of girls you'd just dropped. What the fuck am I doing?

"What was all that about?" The boy asked, snapping you out of your heated glaring competition with the back of Chaein's head. You actually looked at the boy now. His hair was dark, it could've been black but it looked brown when the light hit it. It was parted down the middle, framing just around his eyes and it was on the longer side. It looked soft and bouncy and you'd never seen a boy with such nice hair in your school before (the place wasn't exactly heaven). He turned to you when you didn't answer him and you took note that his eyes looked softer close up. They were also brown. He was pretty, you decided. Very pretty.

"It was nothing." You replied, and he pouted a little and you assumed it was his way of letting the conversation go, because he didn't push on the subject any further.

Silence cast over the both of you and you suddenly felt a wave crash over you. The thing about you was that you couldn't sit in silence. Silence made you think and you hated thinking.

So you started talking.

"Are you going to eat that?"

Jesus Christ of course he's going to eat it, it's in his fucking lap.

The boy looked down at the half eaten sandwich and bag of crisps in his lap, and then looked at you. He then sighed, holding up the other half of his sandwich without saying a word.

You blinked at it, not actually expecting him to oblige in your offer, but nonetheless you took it out of his awaiting hands, "Thanks."

He smiled a little, probably out of politeness, but it was nice of him either way.

"I'm Y/N, by the way."

He knew that.

"Riki."

You knew that, too.

Riki was new. You didn't know much about him other than that. He seemed quiet. And lonely. And he didn't speak like... at all. You didn't like quiet people, but for some reason you didn't mind talking to him. He was an interesting kind of quiet. Like the type of quiet that had a lot to hide. And you wanted to find out what it was.

You were practically the opposite of him. You were loud. You didn't stop talking. But you were kind of lonely, you'd cut him some slack with that one. It's not like you chose to have no close friends, you just hadn't found someone who could understand you. Plus you'd just walked out on your only friends not even ten minutes ago.

"Do you want to go out with me?"

Riki knitted his brows at you, "What?"

You shrugged, kicking your legs out in front of you and taking a bite of the sandwich in your hand, "I dunno. Like, do you wanna do something after school?"

"Oh. Okay."

A small smile tugged at your lips at how Riki seemed to go along so perfectly with your irrational decisions. Then again, he could just be being nice. "What do you like doing?" You asked.

"Um. I can play the guitar, I guess."

"No way!" You turned shiny eyed to him, "Show me."

The boy looked equally as bright eyed at your enthusiasm when he faced you but he quickly looked down, "I mean, uh. It's at my house."

"Let's go to your house then. After school."

Riki seemed to think for a second, slightly hesitant and you thought you'd already crossed a million of his boundaries. But he replied with, "Okay." and you let out a small sigh of relief.

Sitting on the school cafeteria wall with the boy you'd had one conversation with, you decided at that moment that you weren't going to let him go. No matter what may happen.

And oh, did a lot happen.

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Riki didn't have a very eventful life. It had been a month or so since he'd moved from Japan and settling in hadn't taken much time. Mainly because he kept his head down and didn't talk to anyone. He wasn't much of a talker, he didn't have much to say. The most interesting thing about him was probably that he lived with his grandma because he was abandoned at a young age. But that's not a very good starting topic of conversation. So Riki just doesn't talk.

It's not that Riki hated his life or anything. Yeah, he'd rather his parents have not up and left him but there's nothing he can do about it now. That was twelve years ago anyway, he's not the type to hold grudges for that long. He was more upset that he had to spend almost seventeen years of his life with the bitch that calls herself his grandmother.

He wasn't going to get into it though, he was just going to hope she wasn't there when you got to his house.

"Why does your house have no fucking windows?" You stared at the house in front of you, the bottom windows basically all bordered up, and the top left's curtains tightly closed.

"My grandma is an anxious person." Riki muttered, fiddling around with his keys to find the right one for the front door. You looked back up at the top floor windows and assumed the room to the right was Riki's because the curtains and windows were wide open.

You wandered into Riki's house as soon as he opened the door, not taking your shoes off because you figured Riki would've told you if it was a problem. His house was cute (if that's even a word you can use to describe a home), a bit outdated and old, but cute nonetheless. It wasn't too big inside so it was warm and cosy which felt weird considering your house was nothing like that. You tilted your head at the vanity desk by the door, picking up one of the framed photos. You assumed it was Riki and his grandma in the photo and you found yourself giggling at it, "You look funny in this-"

"Do you not take your shoes off when you visit people's houses?" Quickly, you put the photo back on the desk like you'd just been caught stealing it. The old woman that had appeared in the doorway to the kitchen showed no emotion on her face when she glowered at you.

Riki sighed. Fuck.

"Sorry." You mumbled, slightly rolling your eyes and glancing at Riki who looked kind of angry for someone who hadn't been anything but calm since you met him.

"I forgot to tell her. It's my fault." Creasing your brow, you looked up at the boy from where you were unfastening your boots, wondering why he was sticking up for you for something so.. unnecessary. The woman did seem kind of intimidating though, so you were grateful.

Once you'd taken your boots off, placing them next to Riki's shoes on the mat, you stood up next to him so you were both facing the woman still taking up the space between the hallway and kitchen. She still had the same stoic expression on her face and she didn't seem to take her eyes off of you. It was almost like she was scanning you to see if you were fit to be here. It was weird.

"Uh, well. I'm Y/N!" Breaking the silence, you smiled (for politeness, of course. If you could smile genuinely at anyone less, it would be this woman), hooking your arm around Riki's and nudging him as a silent plea to get you away from his grandmother's evil stare.

"Yeah," Riki seemed to get the hint, "We're going to my room."

And without waiting for a response, Riki pulled you up the stairs.

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"Do you have, like, beef with your grandma or something?" You asked as soon as the door closed behind you, not looking at Riki when you spoke, eyeing up his room.

The boy wasn't paying much attention, trying to find somewhere to throw his backpack, "Huh? No, why?"

You threw him a look that was supposed to say 'I just watched you have a glaring contest with her from across the room' but you guess he didn't notice. "Doesn't matter."

You took your time looking around his room. It wasn't small or big, it was just kind of a normal size. His bed was right next to the window (probably because his grandma was a fucking weirdo and made him hibernate whenever he wanted to eat lunch downstairs) and he had a cabinet next to it with a desk opposite which was scattered with all sorts of things that you didn't really give a shit about. It was a bit messy but he wasn't expecting guests so you didn't comment on it. You also noted that his carpet was blue, as well as his curtains and bedsheets. "Is your favourite colour blue?"

Riki took one look around the room and let out an embarrassed laugh, "I think so." He leant against his desk as you continued to inspect his room like some house estate agent. It was the first time in hours that you weren't filling in the silence for the both of you. He didn't mind that you liked to keep the conversation going; he appreciated it actually, because he was better at listening than talking. You were a fiery person, Riki noticed, not that it was necessarily a bad thing but it was definitely new to him. You were confident, and he liked that because it meant at least one of you were. Because you weren't glaring like you had been most of the day, Riki noted your eyes almost the exact same colour as his. You'd had your hair tied up at school but as soon as you'd both left the gates, you'd pulled it down and Riki was now just noticing it fell just below your shoulders, and there were slight streaks of blonde blended into the brown that he hadn't seen before. It suited you, it suited your vibe. It was pretty. What the fuck was he talking about?

"You can take your bag off, by the way." Riki said, trying to distract himself and grabbing your attention. You looked at him slightly startled, but obliged anyway, letting your backpack fall off your shoulders and you put it by the side of his cabinets.

"Where's your guitar?" You wondered, peering around the room to see if you could find it amongst the rest of Riki's shit.

The boy perked up at the mention of his guitar, instantly pushing himself off his desk and rushing to his wardrobe. You sat down on his bed as he scrambled through his closet before pulling out a dark brown guitar that he seemed to light up at once he pulled it to his chest. Cute.

"Do you take requests or..?" You leaned back and moved up to make space for Riki to sit down next to you.

"I don't know a lot," He looked sheepish, looking down as he tuned his guitar, "But you might know this one!"

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You did know it.

It was one of your favourite songs, actually, and from the first note he played, you were entranced. You could almost hear the lyrics through the strings he was playing. He didn't seem nervous, however he was a bit unsure of what notes to play, but it was still beautiful.

Riki was beautiful. And extremely talented. It's been a day Y/N, get over yourself. So maybe your irrational decision to sit with him was one of the best ones you'd ever made.

You couldn't help but focus on his face as he concentrated. He was looking down at the guitar as he played and his lips pouted a little when he messed up. They were… pretty. He puffed them out when he focused on the strings of the guitar and they looked so full and soft and cute when he pouted. Fuck. You felt your heart jump when he smiled down at the guitar a little when he got into the rhythm and suddenly you were back in your own body again. You looked away wide eyed when you realised where you were and what you were doing, the sound of Riki's guitar suddenly sounding haunting. He continued to play 'Where is my Mind?', lost in his own little world and you sat next to him in thought.

Because maybe Riki was the escape you needed out of your very shitty life.

SYNOPSIS! trying to find a way to escape your shitty life, you decide to indulge in the new boy at school. what you didn't realise, is that you'd be on the run from murder with him a week later.

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dollriki · 1 year

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HOW TO GET AWAY WITH ⠀⠀MURDER (amongst other things)

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— CH 3. Killer Shangri-lah

WARNINGS 🩸 literal murder, lots of blood, nothing too specific, slight abuse(?)

Riki had never had a girlfriend before.

It wasn't exactly his main agenda when it came to his high school life. His grandmother busied him with school work and clubs in and out of school so he honestly had little to no time to worry about any of that. And he'd never seen anyone he'd found particularly interesting. He guessed he had one or two crushes throughout his life but nothing he couldn't forget. If he was being honest, the whole love thing made no sense to him unless it was someone you truly wanted to spend your entire life with. People who threw the word around recklessly like it had no meaning made him frustrated.

Riki wasn't an angry person. Sure, things upset him and made him mad when they were especially agitating but he usually kept his feelings to himself. The only person he could really think of that made him so infuriated was his grandma, and she was a fucking wack job of a person.

But when you'd told him about your ex boyfriend on the walk home from the ice cream shop, Riki had never felt his skin buzz with so much hatred. He didn't show it, obviously. He didn't want to make a scene in the street and have you look at him like he'd gone fucking insane or something. But he hated Hyunjae.

You'd spoken about it so nonchalantly, like it was a normal thing to happen after a break up. But the more he thought about it, the more he realised that it was because you'd put up with it for so long that you'd gotten used to Hyunjae's fucked up behaviour. He wanted to grab you and shake you and tell you you should've told someone so it could've ended before it got worse, but what was the use in that? It'd already happened. Unfortunately.

Riki knew he was quiet, and he knew his responses probably weren't the best but he truly had no idea what to say. He was lost and angry and suddenly didn't want to keep you out of his sight in case something bad happened while he wasn't there. It was stupid, really, because you'd known each other for a good three days but he couldn't help feeling so strongly towards you. For some reason you understood each other and because of that, Riki knew you really could look after yourself - he knew how tough you were. If anything he probably needed you to take care of him because if he was in that situation, Riki doesn't know what would've happened to him.

Sometimes, Riki just let things happen. Even if he didn't want them to, he just let them. He had a voice, he could speak, but he couldn't say no or stop no matter how badly he wanted to. He'd go along with things, agree to do things, take the blame for things even if it made him feel like shit afterwards. He guessed it went along with his irrational decision making because one thing could lead to another and suddenly he wouldn't be in control of his actions and he'd done something he never thought he'd do.

Like, for example, murder someone.

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"What type of music do you listen to?"

It was the first time you'd invited Riki over to your house. You'd demanded that he couldn't come over unless your mother was out, and as soon as she'd left for work, Riki had been standing at your door in his too big for him sweater and shy smile on his face.

Your house was bigger than his, Riki noted. It was a lot more modern too: white and black walls, marble floors, large open windows. Although he did find his house comfy, he felt he could breathe better here without his red flag of a grandma's boarded up windows constricting him. Your bedroom was brighter than his. There was a very obvious cream and beige theme going on, with random hints of grey here and there and you seemed to like fluffy things because your pillows and blankets and rug were extremely soft. Like really soft. And Riki wouldn't let go of the pillow in his lap despite telling him he was messing up your bed layout.

"Um. Anything, really. I don't exactly have a type I don't think." Riki responded, still glancing around your room as if he hadn't been there for almost an hour now.

"Okay. I'll just pick one I feel like playing." You started flicking through your vinyls under the bedside table which your record player sat on top. Neither of you, you'd come to realise, weren't much into the whole technological advancements shit and preferred to hang out in person, and do more practical activities rather than play games on your phone or whatever. You weren't a fan of the whole brain rotting thing, even though people tend to call you old fashioned.

After a minute or so, you'd picked one and carefully placed it on the record player. It started playing after a moment of crackling and you turned to Riki, "Do you know this one?"

The Ronettes' 'Be My Baby' came through the record player and Riki shrugged, crossing his legs on top of the bed when you turned to sit across from him. Your phone buzzed from the nightstand and for a second, your face dropped. Only slightly, but Riki caught it.

"What's wrong?"

You looked startled up at him, eyebrows furrowed. You seemed to hesitate as if trying to decide whether you should tell him but you caved when Riki tilted his head at you, "It's Hyunjae." Riki's face must've dropped because your reaction was instant, "It's nothing bad! He just keeps texting me."

The boy turned towards you when you sat down and leaned against the headboard of your bed. "It's probably because he saw me the other day. If I ignore him he'll go away."

Riki seemed to want to say something but let it go. He nodded, looking down at the fluffy grey pillow in his arms before he pulled his knees up and pressed his face into it with a small huff. You blinked with a slight laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Riki?"

He hummed.

"Riki, stop worrying."

He raised his head out of the pillow, resting his chin on top of it and mumbled, "I'm not worrying. I'm thinking."

He's so cute.

He stared at your bedsheets in thought, eyebrows furrowing a little and his cheeks pressed into your pillow slightly, "We should do something-"

Your phone dinged from the nightstand again and your eyes shifted to look at it anxiously before realising Riki was speaking so you turned your attention back onto him, "Sorry-"

It dinged again.

"Shit fuck, sorry I'll turn it off-" You reached over to grab your phone and Riki sat patiently, face still pressed into the pillow. "He seems persistent."

"He's annoying." You muttered, "He hasn't done this in ages. He's-" You sat up, heart dropping to your feet when your phone dinged again, "He's coming to my house."

"What?" Riki raised himself out of the pillow, eyes blinking at you to give him some sort of explanation but you seemed just as panicked.

"He's- He's coming. Here."

"Why?"

Staring at your phone screen, Hyunjae's message stared right back at you, angry and full of rage. "I.. I don't know."

Riki put the pillow down to the side of him and crawled over to your side of the bed, peering over to read the messages on your phone too. "Fucking- What do I do?" You groaned, shoving the phone into Riki's hands and pulling your legs to your chest to hide your face into your knees. The boy looked at you, pursing his lips, "Can't you just tell him you're not in?"

"He lives down the street." You mumbled into your knees.

Riki snapped his head towards you, hair falling into his eyes, "What?!" You lifted your head to frown at him, "You didn't tell me that!"

You shrugged, "It didn't come up in conversation!"

Sighing, Riki glanced back down at the opened messages and you groaned loudly again.

"He's probably already here waiting outside with a hammer to beat me with." You moaned.

Riki faced you with an expression of horror, "What do you mean?!"

It was definitely not the time but you couldn't help but think he looked fucking adorable when he looked at you in shock. Even if he knew it was a joke, he looked genuinely worried and even if you were being dramatic it was still nice to think he cared.

But you snapped out of it quickly because there was a knock at the door and you both froze.

It was like the air had turned cold as you stared at each other wide-eyed, your heart beating in your ears but also not beating at all. There was complete silence in the room as the two of you refused to speak as if Hyunjae could hear either of you from outside. The music from the record player was still going and you realised you'd put the record on loop. Then your phone lit up from in Riki's hand and Hyunjae slammed his fists on the door again which knocked you out of it.

"You need to hide."

The boy blinked at you, "What? Hide?-"

"Please, Riki, I don't want to drag you into this." You pleaded, snatching your phone from his hand and standing up, running your fingers through your hair out of stress.

Riki sat up on his knees on the bed to turn to you, "What are you talking about-"

"Because if he sees you he's gonna fucking kill you!" You yelled, snapping your body towards Riki in frustration, sighing shakily after you realised you'd raised your voice.

Riki looked taken back, eyebrows furrowed and eyes seeming a lot more intense. "Y/N- I thought you were joking-"

"Hide in the closet or something, I don't know." You don't know why you were panicking so much. It must've been a protective instinct, you'd always made dramatic decisions when it came to protecting other people - you'd seen it happen during your parents divorce.

"The closet? Y/N you're being insane. You need to calm down-"

"Riki, please." You whispered, eyes genuine and pleading. You must've got through to him because after a moment, he sighed and threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up and turned to face you. Thankful, you rushed over to the other side of the bed and grabbed his arms and shook him a little, nervous but relieved he was listening to you, "Thank you," You hesitated, looking at your hands before holding his face in your palms as he looked at you with worried eyes, "Nothing is going to happen, I've dealt with this before."

It didn't help in the slightest, if anything, knowing you'd gone through this before made him more angry than nervous and the boy stared, never seeing you so serious but he felt he had no choice but to listen. He pursed his lips, hands resting on top of yours on his cheeks, eyes sharpening a little, "Okay, fine. But I'm right here if anything happens."

You nodded, giving him a small smile before you ripped apart like some dramatic romance movie and you rushed out of the room to go to the front door.

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Nerves were running through your body like electricity. You could feel your skin buzzing as you dug your nails into your arms as Hyunjae made himself at home on your bed.

You'd tried your best to not let him in, tried to get him to just go away but he was adamant on wanting to speak with you in person and you didn't want to anger him more than he already seemed so you had obliged, moving to the side to let him into your house. You should really learn to stand your ground next time.

"Are you gonna sit or…" Hyunjae motioned to the space beside him on the bed but you shook your head, refusing to get any closer to him. You couldn't keep still, constantly grabbing at your arms or wandering around in circles and your eyes kept glancing to the closet out of anxiousness.

"Suit yourself-"

"What the fuck do you want?" You got straight to the point, heart beating quickly and you felt like you were going to pass out if he didn't leave your house any time soon.

Hyunjae pushed his tongue into his cheek and stared at you for a second, seemingly picking up on your anxious behaviour. He did this all the time, it was his way of grasping if he had control over the situation or not. He sighed, leaning back on his arms on the bed, "My sister told me what happened at school the other day."

Your arms dropped to your side, breath coming back to you as you realised it wasn't as bad as you'd made it out to be. Fuck, I made a big deal out of it for nothing. "You came all the way here for that?"

"If you'd read my messages you'd know."

"I don't know if you'd noticed," You stepped towards him slightly, slight anger building up inside you because that's just what his presence seemed to do to you, "But I've been ignoring your texts since we broke up."

Hyunjae tilted his head, "And yet you still let me into your house?"

Well, he had you there.

When he stood up, your recent courage simmered away instantly and you took a step back. You heard movement from the closet behind you and your heart stopped for a second, though you tried not to show your panic on your face. Instead, you moved yourself to the other side of the room so Hyunjae was no longer facing the closet. Making it as inconspicuous as you could, you grabbed the key to your window from your desk on your way over to make it seem as though you were going to lock it.

Hyunjae didn't seem to notice your sudden change in attitude though, as he turned to follow your movements and he carried on speaking, "You're a lot more bold over text, why's that?"

"Because you fucking scare me." The words left your mouth as you thought of them and you wanted to throw yourself out of the window because he did not need to know that.

Hyunjae had the audacity to look genuinely upset though, and he stopped by the end of your bed and blinked a little taken back, "I scare you?"

You made sure to lock the window before turning to him, but you didn't answer.

He furrowed his brow, "What have I done to scare you?"

Is he having a laugh right now?

You didn't have the capacity to sit and list off all the fucked up shit he'd done to you, so you simply shrugged, "It doesn't matter. What are you actually here for? Because I kind of want you to leave."

The boy didn't seem phased at the sudden topic change, and leant against the bedpost, "I already told you, my sister."

"What about your fucking sister?" You were heated up and Hyunjae seemed to smile a little at how he was getting a reaction out of you. It was only slightly, but he smiled nonetheless and it pissed you off.

"She came home the other day with her new clothes covered in her lunch. Told me you did it." Hyunjae was very protective of his sister. They were twins, so it made sense for them to be close. There'd been multiple occasions where he'd gotten into fights with boys that had broken her heart. And you were sure he wouldn't be opposed to doing the same to you.

You glowered at him, not saying anything but the way your eyes refused to look at his kind of told him everything he needed. "Is it true, Y/N?" He took a step closer and it felt like an intimidation scene in a movie. He was so fucking scary. "Why are you picking fights with my sister?"

"I wasn't picking a fight. She deserved it. Her and all her fucking friends-"

"She didn't deserve it!" Hyunjae raised his voice, grabbing your wrist to drag you towards him slightly. Not again, not again, not again. You tried to wrestle your hand out of his grasp but he held on tighter, "You know how much my sister means to me. Have you seen what happens to people that mess with her?" It was like something had switched inside him. He was entirely built up on anger all the time, but one little thing and his eyes would turn black and it's like he wasn't in his own body. He's seriously so fucked up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Your voice raised in pitch slightly when Hyunjae's fingers started to leave marks on your wrist, "It's not that big of a deal." You creased your brows in slight pain, trying to rip your hand away.

"It's not just that! You've been ignoring me for weeks," The blonde had grabbed your other wrist now, keeping you tightly in his hold, "And guess what?"

Panic settled in your stomach when you couldn't move away from the boy, breathing slightly more erratic because there was nothing stopping him from hurting you. "Hyunjae, stop-"

"You just go and get yourself a new boyfriend? After what? Two months? Did you think you could get rid of me that quickly?" There was something insane about his eyes and how they seemed to glow red the angrier he got. He had serious anger problems and it just so happened you were the one he chose to take it out on.

Somehow, the grip on your wrists tightened and you could feel the blood being cut from them the harder he held them and you were scared he was going to break your hands right from your wrists.

"Listen- We can just talk it out- Please stop."

"Talk?! I've tried talking to you for weeks! You're just being a bitch. This is the only way you'll actually listen." And he showed you what he meant by digging his nails into your wrists and pulling them in front of your face. You wailed, ripping your hands away from him which made him scratch all down your arms, drawing blood with his nails. Eyes wide, you cried out slightly, watching the blood drip down your arms and even Hyunjae seemed to stop for a second seeing the red against your skin. There was a quick silence, which was drowned out by the quiet hum of 'Be my Baby' still playing mindlessly in the background. The blood didn't stop him, though. The blonde grabbed your arms again, shaking you slightly, "See?! See what you did? This is what you get for not listening to me."

"I didn't do anything- You're being insane!"

"Me? I've tried to be so nice for weeks but as well as ignoring me you go and attack my sister? And I'm insane?" Hyunjae's hold on your arms was forceful and you could tell he was completely blinded by rage.

Biting down hard on your lip, you struggled in his hold, trying to keep a calm voice and think but it was hard when you were so scared. "I didn't attack her- Stop, you're hurting me!"

It was at that moment, when Hyunjae brought a scream out of you from twisting your wrist, that everything went to shit.

You'd almost forgotten Riki was in your room from the blind state of panic you were in until you caught a flash of black hair from behind Hyunjae.

"Riki!-"

Riki didn't know why it took him so long to act. Maybe it was because he trusted you and when you'd told him 'nothing was going to happen', he believed you enough to let it go on. After Hyunjae had raised his voice, Riki recklessly opened the closet door to see if you were okay when he realised Hyunjae had his back to him. He'd kept the door open after that, still out of sight but he could hear everything. There were moments of scuffling and Riki was starting to become blind to anything other than wanting to make sure Hyunjae wasn't going to hurt you, or at least try to like he'd done in the past. That was probably why when you'd screamed, he'd acted so blindly, so irrationally and recklessly.

Hyunjae didn't even have the time to turn around and see what you were yelling at before there was a flash of bright white then red. Completely red. Everything was red.

You closed your eyes out of instinct as something splashed into your face suddenly. There was only heavy breathing, a gasp and a choking sound echoing through your ears as your eyes were tightly shut. It took you a moment, and you wiped away whatever was in your eyes before opening them slowly. Seeing red on your hands sent your heart to the pit of your stomach. You had no idea what had just happened but Hyunjae's hands were ripped from your wrists and he slightly dragged you forward as he stepped back. Then you realised the blood. Lots of blood. On your hands, on your shirt, dripping from your face. And then the blood standing out against Hyunjae's blonde hair, and on his face, and his shirt. And the slit in his neck.

The slit in his neck.

There was a slit in his neck.

It was pouring blood and Hyunjae's hands went straight to it to try to stop it. He couldn't make a noise or speak or anything, just garbled whimpers and chokes as he opened his mouth.

You couldn't do anything. You just watched as he stumbled backwards, hands desperately clawing at his neck. You couldn't move, your body refusing to function as you stood in place, heart no longer beating and breath taken straight from your chest.

Hyunjae looked at you with wide, pleading eyes, face covered in his own blood and you didn't believe this was real. You thought you died, and this was a dream or a nightmare or something before you woke up in Heaven.

But then Hyunjae stepped back again and his leg caught behind him and he fell backwards straight into the bedpost. His head hit the top of it with a sickening crack and not even a second later he was out cold on your bedroom floor. You gasped and screamed, hand going to cover your mouth at the impact of the fall. He didn't move. He didn't fucking move.

Hyunjae was no longer standing in front of you so you finally caught sight of Riki from where he was standing behind him. The boy was frozen, back pressed against the wall and your white desk lamp clutched tightly in his hands against his chest. The lamp. The flash of white, the lamp. The lamp was covered in blood. What the fuck.

The boy's breathing was ragged and quick and he looked as though he was about to have a full blown panic attack as he still stared at the unmoving body bleeding out on the carpet in front of him. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. His hands were shaking, slightly covered in blood and his grey jumper was too and he was going to be sick. Riki's dark hair was in his face, covering his eyes because he clearly was in too much of a state of shock to move. There was splatters on blood on his face too, decorating his face like some fucked up art piece.

Riki had killed him.

Fuck.

SYNOPSIS! trying to find a way to escape your shitty life, you decide to indulge in the new boy at school. what you didn't realise, is that you'd be on the run from murder with him a week later.

freya's notes OMGGGG HI GUYS IM BACKKK FINALLY sorry this took soo long to get out lolol. i got a job but i quit so i finally have time to write. BUT to make up for it this chapter was very long and WE GOT A MURDER🔥🔥🔥 phew anyway i hope this was okay, there's not a lot of characterisation in this one bc it's more plot based 👎 anyway idk when the next one will be out, hopefully not as long as this one took AHAHAH Love u all mwah

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HOW TO GET AWAY WITH ⠀⠀MURDER (amongst other things)

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— CH 2. Shake it Out

NO WARNINGS 🩸 but it's a bit.. cringey i don't like it so maybe that's a warning

You've had three boyfriends since the start of your school life.

Your first one was in second grade. He had just moved to your school, and girls had circled him like a moth to a flame. But he'd come up to your desk one morning and asked you out. You said yes. It didn't last a week before you broke his heart. You told him you didn't actually love him and only said yes to save yourself and him from embarrassment. You were eight, okay?

The second boy was in your first year of high school. For some reason, you'd decided to develop an infatuation for the boy sitting opposite you in your science class. Your relationship lasted about three weeks and neither of you actually spoke outside of school. And then you realised that this twelve year old boy was talking to about six other girls at once, so you dropped him and promised yourself you'd never fall for a stupid high school boy again.

But then you turned fifteen and met the blonde boy from your filmmaking club. And you'd never fallen harder for someone more.

However, it's the same guy you call your crazy fucking ex. You're seventeen for fucks sake, you should not be having such drama over stupid boys. But he was insane. That's probably not a nice word to use but nothing could describe how scary he turned once you fell out of love. Your relationship lasted over a year, ending just as this term started, and maybe it was kind of your bad for breaking up with him on his birthday, but he'd gotten too much and you needed to move on and it was the only time he'd actually sit and listen to you rather than make up some excuse to not talk. He was upset, clearly, and made a big fuss about how you could've had this conversation any other day other than one where he was supposed to be celebrating (he was probably right), but you thought he took it quite well other than that.

Wrong.

A week after you broke up he would text you nonstop, and if you didn't answer he'd start calling you over and over until you either picked up to tell him to fuck off or turned your phone off and ignored him for the rest of the day. He'd badger you at school, find all sorts of ways to be around you so he could sit and whine like a baby about how you need to get back together. And he'd shown up to your house on multiple occasions just to top it off. Most of the time it was just annoying and an inconvenience, but at times where he knew you couldn't go anywhere, he'd get angry and yell and throw things. You considered yourself quite a calm person when it came to dealing with anger - you'd developed a method from dealing with your mother - but something about the way this boy threw himself at you made you step down a little and you couldn't help the inkling of fear in you whenever you were alone with him. Thankfully, he'd stopped showing up around you now and you only received the odd message from him now and then.

The shitshow of a relationship didn't stop you from getting infatuated with people though. It was known to you that you fell hard for every person you developed an interest in. Whether it was the guy who sat in the front of the class, or the girl from your gym locker room, your inability to constantly develop crushes on people left you feeling stranded.

And that's why Riki was such a fucking pain in the ass.

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"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

Riki looked up at you from where he laid on his stomach on the bed. He was drawing something all over his physics textbook; you hadn't asked what it was though. "Uh, no." He didn't seem embarrassed by it, going back to doodling.

You frowned at him, slightly taken back, "What do you mean?"

He blinked at you, eyebrows creasing as he laughed a little, "I mean I've never had a girlfriend."

"Have you had a boyfriend?"

"No?"

You gaped at him, sort of in disbelief and it took him a second to realise that you were staring at him with the resemblance of that of an angry kitten. Riki scoffed, "Why is that such a shock to you?"

Because you're fucking beautiful.

Shrugging, you tore your eyes away and looked down at your fingers in your lap, "I dunno. You just seem like you would."

"I guess I'm full of surprises." The boy replied and you giggled a little at that. It was partly true, to be fair. You didn't know much about Riki considering the fact you'd known each other for a two whole days. You'd spent most of the day in separate classes at school (you found out Riki took photography and dance classes, along with extra curricular art after school on Wednesdays), and then came back together on your breaks so you didn't have much time to talk. Riki hadn't exactly invited you to his house but he didn't complain when you'd waited for him by the gate and followed him home. He'd warned you that his grandmother would be home, to which you shrugged at but there was still an inkling in your mind to know the whole thing.

"What's the whole story with your grandma?" The words left your mouth as you thought of them and you probably should've apologised for the sudden change in mood but you were curious.

The boy bit down hard on his bottom lip, halting his drawing and the two of you sat in a kind of awkward silence for a moment. Before Riki spoke, "Um. I've lived with her my entire life."

"Oh," You puffed out your cheeks, "So your parents…"

"They're not dead or anything. Well, I don't think they are. I don't really know. They left when I was like five or six." It was a good thing Riki seemed so open to sharing because you wanted to bash your head into the wall for bringing up such a sensitive topic out of the blue.

He hadn't stopped drawing, not taking his eyes off his paper and you didn't take your eyes off of him as he spoke so freely, "Don't make it a whole thing though, I can tell you feel bad." Riki grinned cheekily at you and you shrunk into yourself as you looked away, "It's not like I can remember it. I just wish they could've left me with someone a bit nicer."

You couldn't help the laugh you let out at that, "Yeah your grandma's a bit of a prick. No offence."

"Non taken." Riki shrugged, snapping his textbook closed and propping his chin on his hand, "What about you?"

Ah.

"I live with my mum."

"Oh."

"Yeah. My parents divorced a while back. I don't see my dad at all, he could be anywhere now," You stared off into space as you spoke, "I guess we both hate who we live with because my mum is a bitch."

"In what way?" Something about the way Riki listened so intently to what you had to say made you feel... warm because not many people (if anyone) actually did. When you turned to glance at him, he was already looking up at you, head slightly tilted on top of his palm and his eyes (they were such a pretty colour and they were so shiny you couldn't stop yourself from smiling at him) were filled with soft curiosity.

Pouting your lips in thought, you let go, "I dunno. Ever since the divorce she's been erratic and snappy with me. Since there's nobody else in the house she seems to think she has all the control and is constantly angry at everything I do. I get she's probably tired and upset and has to look after me but that's not my fault?" It felt nice to get it off your chest. The feelings had been bubbling up inside you for weeks and it was only a matter of time before you snapped back at her which could've gone wrong in so many ways. You liked talking, and you liked having Riki there to listen.

The boy hummed and it seemed he was trying to come with something to say in response. You gave him a small smile, heart slightly warm. "You don't have to say anything. It was nice of you to listen."

He smiled back at you, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, I know my grandma might not be much of an improvement, but you can always come here if it gets too much."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, he's so lovely. He's gonna ruin your fucking life.

"Thanks, Riki."

A warm silence fell over the both of you as you processed the conversation. Riki played with the creases in his bedsheets and you kicked your legs over the edge of the bed before you turned to him, deciding to lighten the mood, "Do you wanna go for ice cream?"

The response was an immediate, "Okay."

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The ice cream shop was quiet when you walked in so there were a lot of empty seats. You decided to pick a booth by the window, settling down opposite each other and you picked up the menu instantly.

"My dad used to bring me here all the time. I get the same thing every time." You were speaking without thinking, smiling a little down at the menu.

"I've never been." Riki muttered, pouting his lips as he read over the menu. He blinked a little at the shock written all over your face. "I moved here a month ago!" He defended, the whining in his tone making you bite back a giggle.

He continued to flip through the menu but you didn't take your eyes off him, staring him down hard whilst sometimes glancing back at the menu in front of you.

Riki seemed to clock on quite quickly as he lifted his head with a worried expression.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Your hard glare didn't falter when you replied, "I'm trying to decide which ice cream flavour is your favourite."

Riki let out a breathy laugh, blinking a bit in confusion. "I'm a really boring person. If you're expecting something crazy you're gonna be sorely disappointed."

"You're not boring." You mumbled, and before either of you could get another word in, the waitress had made her way over to you.

She gave you both a smile which was probably forced because she dropped it as soon as she started talking, "Are you ready to order?"

Tilting your head at Riki, you turned to her when he nodded. "I'll have the honeycomb and dark chocolate with extra honey." You recited your order as you'd done a million times and the waitress raised her eyebrows at the specification of it.

She turned to Riki. "Just strawberry, please." Riki said sweetly with a shy smile and he handed his menu over to the waitress who nodded and walked away.

You gaped at the boy in front of you, eyebrows furrowed and you mumbled, "Oh, maybe you are fucking boring." To which Riki grinned at.

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It didn't take long for your order to come, the ice cream coming in small cardboard bowls with a little spoon. Yours was practically overflowing, the extra honey pouring down the sides of the bowl and onto the napkin underneath. It looked fancy compared to Riki's, but Riki's came with a strawberry on top so you were kind of jealous.

"This is cute." Riki was smiling as he picked up the strawberry, his eyes brightening when you grinned back at him.

"Right? It's my favourite place ever, they make everything so…" Your train of through trailed off when you looked out of the window and spotted a boy crossing the road opposite the shop. You furrowed your brows, trying to make out if it was actually who you thought it was.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" Riki's voice snapped you back for a second. You blinked at him with a slight frown, his own face filling with confusion and you opened your mouth to reassure him that it didn't matter when the boy outside the window actually passed where you were sitting and any words you had at the ready had simmered away.

This cannot be happening right now.

You hoped that he hadn't seen you and he was just walking by. You knew he lived in the area because you'd been here multiple times with him, but the thought of him actually showing up didn't come to you.

But then you heard the bell above the door ring and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

Riki seemed to notice your instant change in mood and his face grew worried-

"Y/N?"

That voice didn't belong to Riki.

You felt like someone had dropped cold ice all over you. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath as an attempt to calm yourself before you did anything stupid. He won't do anything with Riki here. You hoped, anyway.

Turning to your right, you faced the blonde boy. There was something inside of you that hoped you'd made the whole thing up and your ex boyfriend wasn't standing at the end of your table. Trust him make a good day fucking terrible.

"Hyunjae." You smiled through gritted teeth, sending Riki a slightly pleading look but he looked between the two of you with puzzlement as he continued to eat his ice cream.

Hyunjae glanced at Riki and you knew the look in his eye when he looked Riki up and down. "Who's this?" Hyunjae asked, not even trying to sound polite and for some reason it made you angry. You were an easily angered person, most people knew that, but it never really upset you when people were blunt or judgey because people's opinions didn't matter to you. But because it was Riki it, for some reason, felt different.

You took a spoonful of your ice cream, skin feeling slightly hot. "Not even a 'hi' or a 'how have you been'?"

The blonde wasn't amused, arms itching to cross over his chest and you scowled at him. Looking across at Riki your heart kind of melted in your chest. He was staring at you with the utmost innocence and confusion, eyes slightly wide as if he was trying to ask you what was happening. You wanted to reach across the table and hold his hand but instead you looked back up at Hyunjae. "This is Riki."

Hyunjae raised his eyebrows. You knew him well enough to know that he had nothing against Riki, and it was just the fact that he was a boy sitting across from you that was making him act so bluntly. Yet you still wanted to punch him in the face.

Riki looked uncomfortable, turning slightly away from Hyunjae and when he met your eye you scrunched your nose apologetically and glanced down at his ice cream as if to tell him to keep eating and ignore him. Riki obliged and settled with watching out of the window. You turned to Hyunjae, skin buzzing with annoyance now and you opened your mouth to tell him to leave but he bet you to it, "So is this like, a date or something?"

The question left you kind of stunned. There were a million things you could've said in response to it. You could've been honest and told him no but that could've given him some sort of weird false hope that he still had a chance with you. Or you could've lied and said it was, so he would finally fuck off and leave you alone. But there was always the chance that Riki wouldn't like that.

Fuck it.

"Yeah. It is." You lied.

Both boys seemed taken back by your announcement. Hyunjae looked at you like he didn't want to believe it, which then turned into a frown and all that left his lips was a defeated, "Oh."

Riki, however, snapped his head towards you with wide eyes like a deer in headlights. You fought back a laugh by biting hard on your bottom lip because his shock was kinda cute, but you sent him a pleading look as if to say 'don't say anything.'

He didn't, thankfully.

Slightly relieved that everything was working out, you took another spoonful of your ice cream and pursed your lips in Hyunjae's direction. Your ex took the hint and pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, he nodded his head, "Well it was nice seeing you, I guess. Enjoy your fucking date."

Riki blinked a bit in shock at the sudden spite in Hyunjae's tone, turning to glare as the blonde stormed off but you just rolled your eyes. The sigh you let out as soon as Hyunjae walked away was so shaky. It was like a wave rippled through your entire body and you slightly shivered but shook your head and rubbed at your face to bring yourself back to life.

Riki was staring at you like he'd seen a ghost. "That was so fucking weird-"

"I'm so sorry," You blurted out, "I really wish that hadn't happened. I wasn't expecting to see him nevermind him come over. He's an asshole. He's scary and weird and jealous. We broke up months ago but he won't leave me alone. I'm sorry I had to drag you into this. I just couldn't stand seeing him anymore. And I'm sorry for the way he acted towards you, it made me really mad because you're such a beautiful person and he was looking at you like you were shit on the bottom of his shoe or something." What the fuck were you saying? "I'm just- I'm sorry, Riki. You didn't need to see all of that, or him. He's a piece of shit."

Riki had never seen you pour so much emotion out at once. He was a little taken back, speechless really, that you'd just admitted all of that over bowls of ice cream but he shook his head. "No, it's okay. Don't apologise."

You pouted, still wanting to apologise but you stopped yourself. You weren't any good at saying sorry, but you knew when to, so when you did, you couldn't stop.

"Was that your ex?"

Nodding, you went back to your ice cream. Riki had almost finished his but you'd hardly started.

"Oh, okay," The boy pursed his lips, "Well don't worry about it. He's gone now."

You nodded again, thankful that he hadn't made a big thing out of it and let the whole thing go as quickly as it came. The two of you sat in silence for a moment as you finished up your ice cream. You took a bite of one of the chocolate pieces when Riki broke the silence like a knife:

"Are we on a date?"

Usually you were good at masking your feelings, covering them up with snarky replies or bitchy comments. But the question echoed through your mind, bouncing around your head and suddenly you felt extremely hot. Your breath caught in your throat and when you glanced over at Riki, he was pushing his spoon around his empty bowl before he looked up at you timidly.

"Um." What the fuck do I say? It wasn't like you minded the idea of it. However, Riki wasn't like you. He didn't fall for people two days after he met them. Or at least you didn't think so.

"I don't- I kinda-" Fucking hell. "It wasn't… intended to be a date. But. I don't, like, mind or whatever." You busied yourself by finishing up the last of your ice cream in hopes it would stop the furious heat in your chest.

Riki wasn't saying anything. Why wasn't Riki saying anything?

And then he did: "Okay."

Okay?

"Okay." You muttered, the fire dying down and leaving a slightly empty void in its place.

SYNOPSIS! trying to find a way to escape your shitty life, you decide to indulge in the new boy at school. what you didn't realise, is that you'd be on the run from murder with him a week later.

freya's notes hello everyone 👋 sorry this took so long to post ive been busy with my new job!!! but the next update might not be for a while until i get time to finish :( anyway i don't like this chapter at all it's very boring but the next one is much better and more interesting :D !!! pls be patient with me

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