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No Man’s Land

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SYNOPSIS After a disastrous shipwreck out at sea, Changbin should have died. But you saved him.

Pairing: Changbin x gn!reader Genre: mermaid au, pirate au Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, violence, death, nudity but not sexual World Count: 3.6k

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Changbin is accustomed to the folk law of sea creatures, monsters with tentacles and suckers that rip the skin clean off your bones. When he’d first set sail with a captain whose lucrative business involved bloodshed, cannon fire, and rare visits to dry land, Changbin was fifteen. All he possessed were the tales his grandfather had received countless times. A sword was always strapped to his hip, but it was some time before he learned how to use it. Piracy is a crime punishable by death. But Changbin doesn’t intend on getting caught.

It’s the stories of creatures half-human, half-scaled, that Changbin can recall in greater detail. Shivers ripple through his body as he recounts the brutal cruelty these beings are capable of; known to prettily coax ships to the rocks. Some say they physically transform for each victim, your own personal siren, beautiful and nigh uncatchable in the water.

But the tales are not of much concern at the present minute, as the ship is hosting a rather bloody battle between the crew and those that have swung aboard, uninvited.

“Changbin!”

The warning almost comes too late, but Changbin turns, carving his sword into the man’s waist. A fatal red seeps into the clothing around the deep wound, mouth wide and breath punched. The man falls back, his dead weight hitting the hard deck.

There’s not much time to relax before another opponent chooses Changbin to pick a fight with. Changbin’s aim is weak when holding a pistol, and he desperately hopes the man aiming at him is just as poor. The bullet clips Changbin’s arm, a flesh wound that doesn’t cause much discomfort. And that’s particularly useful, because his attack is a surprise to the man he charges at. He could take an arm or a leg, but a blade through the left of his chest is something Changbin finds kinder, when ending a person’s life. Not that he’s ever had it happen to himself.

Changbin’s sword is slicked with crimson as he withdraws it from the torso. Sweat trickles his neck and back, as he discovers flames that lick up the stairs to the raised deck which holds the wheel. One of the vast sails has just caught alight, and despite the endless water surrounding them, it will be difficult to put it out. Steering has been abandoned in favor of fighting off the enemy, and Changbin’s judgment tells him the ship is careening towards a reef just barely visible above the ocean’s glassy surface.

He’s forced to scale the splintered wood to the side of the stairs in order to reach the wheel, but even then, he’s burnt from the heat. Alas, Changbin is too late. The belly of the ship crunches, shredded by the unforgiving rocks, and any effort to stop the consequences are rendered fruitless. Changbin’s limp body is catapulted forward, his hip slamming into the outer edge of the vessel as he is thrown over the side.

Changbin’s vision is blurred when he cracks his eyes open. It’s uncomfortable. Changbin is used to sleeping in rough conditions on the ship, but this doesn’t compare. Attempting to roll to the left jabs more sharp rock through his thin shirt. Wincing, Changbin moves to sit up instead, but soon wishes he didn't. Desperate eyes scan the surrounding water, but there’s nothing but a few floating planks and barrels. If anything was burning, the flames have been extinguished and everything is oddly still. The ship is gone and Changbin’s heart lurches at the possible whereabouts of his home.

The next sight his eyes are troubled by has him grabbing for the sword on his bruised hip but his hand clutches at thin air. Instead, a small dagger is drawn and thrust out defensively in front of him. Changbin sees that you look frightened, but the stories he has heard of mermaids has his fingers tighten around the handle of the blade. Your head bobs up again, and Changbin draws his legs further into him. He’s defenseless if you decide to drag him into the water.

He’s breathing heavily now, eyes never straying from the source of his fear. You curiously circle the rock he’s made residence on, coming a little too close for Changbin’s comfort. It’s a pathetic attempt, but he still wrestles off his one remaining boot and launches it at you. The pulsing waves make good cover as you duck. You seem more curious about the wriggling of his toes rather than his efforts to keep you away.

The movement triggers a sharp pain to the right of his forehead. The dagger has dropped from his hand, teetering on the edge of the stone, but before Changbin can reach it, the blade is swallowed by the ocean. He clutches at his temple, and as he withdraws his palm, blood mixed with water drips down his wrist.

“I’m sorry about that. You’re heavy and the sea is rough.”

You are much closer now, clinging to the rock on his left side with your hands, and it’s difficult for Changbin to mistake the regret in your sparkling eyes. The rest of your body past your bare shoulders is concealed within the inky waters and your dark hair cascades in waves around your delicate features.

“I pulled you onto the rock,” you continue as Changbin stares. “Because you can’t swim, can you? That’s why you sail on those big wooden arcs.”

“Ships.”

It’s the first word he’s spoken to you, and it seems apt for the situation he’s in.

“Ships,” you repeat, locking the information away.

He doesn’t correct her— Changbin’s a strong swimmer— but it doesn’t seem important now. He has far greater concerns. “Where is my ship?”

“Sunk.”

“And the men?”

“Sunk with it.”

You don’t hold an ounce of remorse, just inquisitively tilting your head. Your lack of sympathy reminds Changbin that you are a creature that isn’t human; you might as well be from a far-off land.

“Why did you put me here?”

It’s accusing. He should have died with his friends, not alone on a fucking rock. Changbin knows you both are in the middle of the ocean, he’d seen the maps a few days prior. They were sailing into open water.

“Because I found you.”

“There were plenty of men you could have captured,” Changbin bites back.

He’s not frightened of you anymore; he’s just incredibly pissed off. Stupid fish. Why couldn’t you have just left him to die?

“But I didn’t want them. I wanted to keep you,” you emphasize.

“Why?” He shakes his head.

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Your answer flushes his cheeks with color. He had expected a reply to run more along the lines of, ‘because I think you’ll scream the most when I rip you from limb to limb’ or perhaps, ‘you’ll taste the nicest when I wrap you in seaweed and feast on your flesh.’ You smile at his embarrassment, an emotion you’re probably unaware you have caused him to feel. No one has ever called him beautiful before.

“Are you a pirate?”

So apparently we’ve moved on, Changbin thinks. He shifts a little in your direction, and with the unparalleled view of his very own siren, he is secretly astounded with your beauty. It’s delicate in a fragile way, bringing a certain sadness to him.

“My ship’s gone, the crew… I’m just a man on a fucking rock now,” Changbin speaks in defeat.

He lays back on the jagged stone, heavily sighing and staring up at the clouds floating by.

“A boy.”

Changbin’s eyes harshly target you. Your eyebrows are raised in question to his challenging frown.

“I’m nineteen,” he states defensively.

“Is that old enough to be a man?”

He doesn’t miss the sharp gleam of your teeth. You could probably rip him to shreds, but he doesn’t think that will happen, now that you’ve called him beautiful.

“I think I’ve had enough life experience to merit me a man.”

“Oh,” you reply.

“How old are you?”

“I don’t know,” you retort with a shrug.

It’s off to see such a human gesture on something that Changbin knows is swimming around with a tail. It’s as though you can read his mind, flicking your lower half through the opaque water before coming to rest on his other side. He sits up.

“Why do you slay your own kind?”

The fighting. You’re talking about what happened between the two vessels. Changbin’s memory is fuzzy, and he accounts it to the knock his head received. The enemy ship must’ve gotten away unscathed, unless it’s wrecked like his own and lying beneath him. You were watching then.

“We had to protect the cargo,” He eventually replies.

“The shiny coins and pretty rocks?”

You smile in appreciation, and Changbin is certain you’re innocent to the worth of the stolen treasures. They wouldn’t be as good to you, as you spend your life solely below the surface of the sea.

“You’ve seen them?”

“Yes, I went down to have a look while you were sleeping. Your ship has holes in it, I don’t think it will float anymore.”

“No,” Changbin sadly shakes his head.

“Where have you been on your ship?” you ask, genuinely taking an interest in the stranded boy.

“Everywhere.”

You laugh, and the sound makes Changbin want to move closer. His grandfather’s words still ring in his head, the most malicious predator wears beauty as a mask, beware of the sealed splendor that inhabits the ocean, Changbin.

“You can’t have been everywhere.”

He’s going to die anyway, why not let it be at the hands of his own siren?

“Even if I haven’t, there are thousands of ships; man has conquered the ocean,” Changbin replies with assurance.

Your smile drops, fingers slipping from the side of Changbin’s rock, and you create space between you both. You float as he shuffles down, feet dipping into the water. When you make no move towards him, Changbin lets his legs hang over the side. The water is cool.

“You’re naive, pirate,” you speak in such a harsh tone, Changbin finds it difficult to accept that those words have come from something so lovely.

“My grandfather slayed a monster of the sea, it was forty feet long,” He challenges.

Changbin thinks you ought to be impressed, his grandfather was a legend. But his pride sinks as you coldly stalk him. The once pretty shimmer of your tail has taken on a darker tone. Changbin braces his hands behind him, leaning back slightly and away from you.

“I’ve seen bigger,” you finally reply with a small smile.

If Changbin didn’t know any better, he’d say your words were laced with suggestive air. It’s a manner he’s only ever heard of in the bedrooms of women he visits when making an occasional port stop. You’re either unaware of your affect or playing with him on purpose.

“Have you?” Changbin laughs, not in a questioning way, but with a genuine interest.

You swim closer back to the rock, your shoulders rising above the water for the first time, exposing your body to Changbin for the first time. His eyes traced over all of you, your delicate but strong arms, the graceful arch of your neck, the soft curves of your hips. And when Changbin realizes that your torso is bare, save for the gorgeous curls of your hair, he immediately looks away, his face colored with his sudden bashfulness.

It is not as if Changbin has never set eyes on someone’s naked form, but the gorgeous creature in front of him is no human- no, you are ethereal, exquisite, a kind of loveliness unknown to man. Looking at you feels new, somehow; you are only a fantasy, a being of old sailor tales, and up until now, everything about you was a mystery to Changbin.

“You and your ships have barely explored the surface,” you state, amused, as you rest your chin upon your forearms, propped up on Changbin’s small, probable death, a stone island. “There’s so much more.”

You’re kindly smiling now, friendly demeanor in place of whatever manifested a short time before.

“More?” Changbin speaks without thinking, leaning closer to share the secret.

“I could show you.”

Changbin shakes his head with a shy smile, looking down and observing the way his legs swing back and forth in the water. He should feel cold, but he doesn’t. Changbin doesn’t have time to go exploring with you, his life on the rock must come to an end soon; he has no drinking water, no food, no nearby shore.

“Will you sing to me then?” you ask quietly. “I heard you before the fighting. You have such a pretty voice, will you sing to me, pirate?”

Changbin indulges the bewitching mermaid and recites an old song his mother used to sing to him. You are so enthralled, requesting that he repeat the tune and then sing a new one. By the time he’s finished, Changbin’s voice is tortured with thirst. You are laid partially on the rock, tail dipping in and out of the water as you praise him for such a wonderful performance.

“Your eyes look like the deep ocean,” you keenly observe. Changbin has never heard of a more poetic way of describing his murky brown eyes. “It’s one of my favorite places.”

He’s tired now, hungry and possibly a little sunburnt. With his eyes closed, Changbin is free to imagine himself anywhere he pleases. The sun is still beating a warm glow in what he believes to be late afternoon. And Changbin can’t seem to envision himself anywhere but here, on a rock in the ocean, with a sea creature for company. A beautiful one. Changbin’s glad that they haven’t exchanged names, because hearing you say his might in fact be a massive obstruction in his plan of not getting attached and wanting to stay. Learning yours would swell his heart.

You are lovingly gazing at him when he opens his eyes. He’s had time to think and he’s made his decision.

“I’d like to see. Will you take me there?”

Changbin is slipping down the rock before you even confirm your answer. Your eyes are bright with joy, excited that the boy would accept your offer. You’ve never been this close to a pirate, or a human, for that matter. And now, your heart flutters because you get to hold him again. He’s not asleep this time.

Once he’s fully submerged, your arms wrap Changbin’s torso, pressing you into him. He’s not expecting you to be so gentle, conscious of the fragility of his body as you cradle him away from the inevitable danger of the rock.

“You can’t swim, I’ll hold you.”

Your smile almost makes Changbin want to confess he can’t be yours. There’s no hope for him, Changbin understands that. And maybe this won’t be such an awful conclusion. He’d imagined his life to come to an end at the tip of a blade, sea air spraying his face, not in the arms of a creature who inhabits the ocean he sails. Changbin almost wishes his grandfather could be here to witness the ‘monster’ he’d painted into his grandson’s young mind. To see that you’re not a ruthless predator, not a vicious, inhuman monster. You saved his life.

“Are you ready?”

And now, you’re unwittingly going to take it from him.

Changbin’s lips fall to yours. It’s a surprise for you, because it’s a soft pink. Warm. Their noses brush as the angle transforms, and the boy presses his mouth to the corner of yours. The laugh that escapes is musical, and you squeeze his injured hip.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a kiss,” Changbin breathlessly explains.

Your eyes dart over his face, absorbing the boy’s striking features, and you playfully tug at the end of the black scarf tied around his head.

“What’s it for?”

The mermaid smiles innocently, questioning about a subject that he’s never been asked to analyze before.

“It— it doesn’t really have a purpose.”

He’s not going to delve into the logistics, because all Changbin can think of is to explain a kiss like that is love. The situation doesn’t need to last longer. He’s ready to go with you now.

“Then why do you do it?”

“It feels nice,” Changbin’s voice descends in volume, embarrassed to be called out.

He looks at the length of your hair falling over your shoulders and down your back, before tracing his eyes upward again, over the strange gashes in your neck.

“Do it again,” you breathe.

He does as told, closing his eyes and melting into the last kiss he’ll ever have. You follow the only lead you have ever had and shut your eyes. It seems strange to you, to blind yourself when commencing in an intimate act. Surely you’d want to see the other person. Your mind flutters as the boy performs magic with just his lips. And you come to realize that ‘kissing’ is more to do with how you feel, rather than what you see.

Changbin is startled as you pull away, hiding your face and giggling. Your shimmering tail floats back and forth under the water beneath them, your hands still firmly holding his waist.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, water droplets trickling down your neck and over your chest.

“Your tongue touched mine,” you exclaim, blushing.

It’s enormously endearing and Changbin finds himself wishing that he’d met someone like you on land. You would have convinced him not to leave, not to climb aboard the ship proudly displaying black flags. He would have a respectable job and thrive on the knowledge that everyday, you’d be home waiting for his return. He could have loved someone like you.

“I’m ready.”

You beam a smile at him before helping his arms around you. His fingers skim the hardened scales on the small of your back, tracing the gradual boundary between ocean dwelling and human.

“Hold on to me,” you whisper, the last words spoken between you both before you submerge.

The saltwater stings Changbin’s eyes. His instincts tell him to fight the hold and break the surface, but he overcomes reflex, letting you cling to him as you dive further down. You’re more powerful than he’d expected, and they descend quickly. The pressure is starting to burn, pressing down on his chest as he holds the last of his breath. Three more beats of your tail, and Changbin can’t put off the inevitable any longer. Water painfully invades his lungs, body convulsing with the onslaught before succumbing to the ocean, and the pretty creature who cradles him.

He knew he would drown, but you didn’t.

They come to a slow halt to admire the surroundings.

“Look,” you smile.

These waters are your favorite, pretty fish and deep water coral. It’s a wash of colors that most don’t get to see, perhaps that’s what makes it so special.

The boy’s head rests in the crook of your neck. You hold him away from you slightly so you can see his face, see the awe you hope his features will express. But his face is blank, eyes shuttered closed, hands no longer seeking you for guidance.

You shake him, as much as the dense water allows. The hair not trapped beneath the bandana floats around him like a halo.

“Why won’t you open your eyes?” Your voice trembles with a cry.

He can’t swim. Your hands settle a small distance away from his waist in hopes that he’ll reach out and clutch you to him again. But he doesn’t. The boy begins to drift, and you snap from your despair, taking handfuls of his shirt and dragging him into your arms.

“Sing to me,” you desperately say into his ear. “Please.”

You’ve seen men like this before, but you had accounted for their unresponsiveness to the wounds to neck or chests. They were already dead before they hit the water, thrown over the side of ships that flaunted those black sails. Your boy has no such injuries. You check, hands smoothing over his defined chest under the tattered shirt. There’s no wounds, no blood. Delicate fingers inspect his shoulders, and your frantic searching dies when you reach his neck. A distraught cry frightens the nearby fish, as they seek cover in the nearby coral. The three gashes that you have on either side of your throat are absent on his.

The boy couldn’t breathe.

“No.”

You receive odd looks from your siblings, but you pay no mind. The boy is yours; you’ll look after him.

Others of your kind have gathered around the wrecked ship settled on the ocean floor. It’s not too far from the surface, light still penetrating from above. With practiced skill, you carefully navigate the vessel’s interior, an area you’ve previously explored after rescuing the boy you now protectively embrace. The cargo he’d talked about spills over the chewed up wooden floor.

There’s not much of a current, especially as they’re sheltered within the ship’s hull. You allow his body to float down upon a bed of shiny coins and pretty rocks: a fitting resting place for your beautiful boy.

You stay with him until the waters are cold and looming with the promise of nightfall. Normally, you’d spend this time above the surface, sitting on the boy’s vacant rock to watch the sun go down. It is possible to cry underwater, and your sorrowful tears wash with the ocean.

Your lips press to his, but you don’t linger because he’s cold. The once pretty pink is now a stony blue as you run the tip of your finger over the curves of his mouth.

“Forgive me,” you plead.

One last look and you’re gone.

But you should have stayed with him though, as now the boy’s eyes are wide open. There are gashes on his neck, and he’s breathing the oxygen in the water…

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

I wrote this years ago. I just love mermaids & Changbin!

©jisungsdaydreamer 2023 | All rights reserved. I do not condone translations or transfers of my work onto other platforms such as Wattpad, AO3, etc. Tumblr is my only platform. Acts of plagiarism are strictly prohibited.

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hanjisick · 2 years

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seashells.

› genre: yandere!mermaid jeongin x reader au, angst/fluff

› description: jeongin lives a lonely life after dying and becoming a mermaid, until he meets you.

› word count: 5.3k

› warnings: murder, suicide, drowning, eating humans??, family problems

› note: this is my first au :) i hope you guys enjoy it !!!

jeongin first caught a glimpse of you on the vacant sand of his beach.

he wasn’t quite sure what you were up to, but he could sense a playful nature in you, one that he didn’t recognize in more than a handful of young humans. no matter how enticing you were, or how curious his young mind was, he didn’t dare to go near humans.

so instead, he gawked at you from afar as you busied yourself with compiling shells.

he lingered until you took off just after sunset, turning his attention to the water below him, sinking back into the sea.

jeongin he chose to be alone rather than with other merfolk, staying just below sea level to bask in the warm sun. his mind was often blank, swimming aimlessly until nightfall when he swam to the abandoned shore to stare at the stars.

as jeongin made his way to the shore, his thoughts drifted back to the human that he had studied earlier.

a smile lit up on his face as he noticed a beautiful seashell. you had left a few behind.

hardly any humans ever came to this beach. it was concealed by a forest just behind it. beyond that forest was a small village, far away from most other civilizations. the place that he had grown up in.

why had you wandered down here? would you be back?

he had hoped so. he barely got the chance to watch humans anymore.

jeongin held the shell up to his ear and listened to the sound of the waves crashing.

there were more shells. sleep could wait.

he spent the next hour obtaining all the shells on the coast into a pile, hoping that you would come back to see it before high tide and be happy.

the thought of your joy was what drifted him off to sleep under the waves with a grin on his face.

once he had woken up from his slumber, he swam back to his rock, bathing in the sun until he heard the distant sound of soft footsteps.

he could sense that it was you.

everything had worked out perfectly. he wished he could see the expression on your face as you picked up the shells he found for you, studying each one closely.

jeongin watched you with a fond smile. this time you had brought a towel and a book to read.

he had lots of questions that he wanted to ask you, but it would be foolish to talk to you.

why were you spending your whole day out here?

once again, you had left at dusk.

this became a routine very shortly. jeongin would collect seashells just before sleeping, then make his way to his rock to sunbathe until he could watch you with a smile.

he became overwhelmingly fond of you.

the previous night, he had a difficult time collecting seashells for you. he had been running out lately, so he had to travel far along the beach to bring more for you.

and now, he was being shaken awake, looking up at a worried girl.

his heart sank. he must’ve slept in too long. it was unlike him to do so.

“are you okay? are you hurt?”

his lips pressed together, his heart pounding. not only from the adrenaline of being caught but god, you were stunning.

you hadn’t noticed his tail under the water. if he tried hard, he could get away with you still thinking he was human.

he fought the urge to stay in your arms and speak to you, knowing the consequences.

“your face was underwater! you were gonna drown! what are you doing?”

he peeled himself away and slipped back into the sea, tears brimming his eyes as he swam away from the lovely person he had been yearning to meet for weeks.

unknowingly to him, you dove into the ocean, determined to save the stupid boy who probably wanted to drown himself.

you wouldn’t let him die.

jeongin felt arms around his torso bringing him back up to the surface. his eyes widened, not expecting you to chase him.

you tugged him back to the shore, holding him close to not let him get away again.

your eyes were squeezed shut, trying to spit out the taste of salt in your mouth as you hauled him onto the sand.

jeongin couldn’t do anything to stop you anymore.

he was frozen as you opened your eyes, your jaw dropping from the shock.

“there’s no way,” your shock turned into an amused grin, “there’s no way you’re real!“

you squatted down next to him, “can you speak? i’m y/n.” you made funny gestures at him, convinced that he didn’t know what you were saying.

he raised an eyebrow at your motions, “i’m jeongin.”

the mermaid could speak?

“but i can’t be in the air for this long. can i go back in the water?”

you paused before nodding, tugging on his heavy body once again.

once he was submerged in water once again, you sat in the waves with him, your clothes sticking to you with sand all over your body.

“i’m y/n, do you wanna be friends?” you reached out your hand, hoping that he’d shake it.

confused, he stared at your hand before giving you a high-five, “yes.”

you let out a loud giggle, one that was music to jeongin’s ears. he would have to make you laugh like that more.

“i have so many questions for you.”

“i have so many for you too!” he interrupted you, “what do you do with all the seashells i give to you? why do you come here every day to read and watch the sunset? what’s it like in the village? do you get sunburnt?”

“you’re the one making the piles of seashells?”

he nodded his head, still waiting eagerly for your answers.

“i put the seashells on my dresser in my room. i think the ocean is very pretty and i don’t like my family, so i come here. right now i’m reading,” your eyes darted around to find the book that you left stranded, gasping at the waves drifting it away from the beach.

“my book!” you rose to your feet, sprinting to save it.

you tripped over the waves pathetically, getting wet for the second time today.

jeongin laughed out loud at your fall, able to catch up to the book almost immediately.

he swam back to you with the book just as you were getting up and brushing the sand off of your legs.

“thank you,” you puffed as you grabbed the soggy book from his hands.

his hands felt sparks when they touched yours, a giddy feeling building up in his chest.

jeongin swam back to the original spot as you found a dry place to put the book. you met him there, laying on the hot sand with a smile on your face.

“there’s no way you’re real.”

“there’s no way you know i’m real.”

after that, you both sat in silence for a while, staring at the late afternoon clouds in the sky in deep thought. the cool ocean breeze soothed the beating sun on your skin.

jeongin’s eyes closed, his face almost completely submerged in the water, taking in the moment. his smile hadn’t faded the entire day until this point, and you could tell he was drifting into sleep.

you were the first to break the silence. “how do you pee?”

the topic made him turn to look at you, a chuckle rising in his throat.

“just like a fish.”

“just in the middle of the ocean? gross.”

“the ocean cleans itself. other animals eat it.” jeongin tried desperately to hold in his laughter as your face wrinkled in disgust.

“what do you eat?”

“seaweed.”

“gross. have you had human food?”

“of course i have!”

“what’s your favorite food?”

“i miss eating bread.”

your face lit up, “we have lots of bread! my family runs a bakery!”

“you’ve got to bring me some!”

“i owe it to you for all the seashells,” you ruffled his wet hair with a smile.

a light blush dusted across his face at the touch, his heart jumping into his throat.

the sun was beginning to set, and he finally got to watch it with you by his side.

“you’ll be back tomorrow, yeah?” you questioned, “i want to keep talking to you. i don’t have too many friends in the village.”

“of course. i’ve always been here.”

his hand hesitantly reached for yours, just brushing over the top of it.

immediately you pulled away, unknowingly making jeongin’s heart sink.

“i should get going. my mom will get upset if i stay out any later.”

“alright,” he pouted, “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

he sunk back into the desolated sea after you quickly left, trying to find more seashells for tomorrow.

jeongin let the ocean carry his tears away. he shouldn’t be so attached to you already. it would never work out.

you were destined to be with a human.

jeongin woke up on the shore once again, earlier than yesterday. you weren’t quite there yet.

according to your routine, you should show up a little before high tide.

that’s exactly what he did. he sensed your familiar footsteps, but dread ran through his body as he realized that you weren’t alone. panicked, he looked over in your direction to see his worst nightmare.

your hand was intertwined with a human boy.

in shock, he stared with his mouth open, the pain quickly spreading throughout his body. he plunged into the water to scream in agony. jeongin hadn’t felt this amount of feeling since before he had become a merman.

“jeongin!” he heard your terrible, angelic voice from above the water, “i’m here!“

“i promise he’s a real mermaid! i promise i saw him! just wait until he swims up. see? he left shells for me!”

“i brought you bread like you asked!”

he curled around himself, the ocean enclosing around him like a blanket of comfort as he listened to you try to assure your boyfriend that he was there.

no wonder you showed no signs of interest in him. he was making a fool out of himself the whole time.

“we should just go. he’s probably swimming somewhere else.” the man didn’t believe you, trying to tug you away from the shore.

reluctantly, you obeyed him, but not before hurling the roll of bread into the ocean, watching it sink below.

“you just wasted perfectly good bread, y/n!”

“he’ll eat it.”

and just like that, you were gone with the man.

his existence made him feel sick. if he wasn’t there, would you fall for him instead? he pondered the question, watching the bread float on the shore with tear-stained cheeks.

the next morning, you had arrived alone, determined to see jeongin again.

“i’m here! are you here? please be here,” you shouted, startling him awake. he had slept in again. which could’ve been risky.

sensing that nobody was around, he swam towards you, his head exploding above the water.

“where were you yesterday?”

all he wanted to focus on was the bread in between your fingers. he reached out and grabbed it with a mischievous grin, shoving it into his mouth.

he closed his eyes in pleasure, savoring it in his mouth.

“that was so good!”

“you never answered my question! i brought my boyfriend. it was embarrassing.”

jeongin scowled, loathing the conversation about that dreadful guy.

“about that,” he lied right through his teeth, trying to make up an alibi, “i can only talk to one person at a time. it’s too dangerous to talk in pairs.”

surprisingly, the lie made sense, despite it not technically being a rule, “if there’s only one person, they’ll just be seen as delusional. that’s why.”

you easily bought the justification, leaning down to ruffle his unkempt hair again. “i did seem delusional. good job.”

jeongin tried to push down his feelings, teeth clenching as he dunked his head back into the water to breathe. damn you for your stupid touches.

the day was long and unbearable for jeongin. he couldn’t touch you or be too close to you.

it was all because of your boyfriend. everything was going wonderfully until he had shown up.

“i can’t wait for you to meet him. i’m sure you two will get along, he’s just the sweetest boy. kind of like you!”

at nightfall, he was too sour to compile shells for you. instead, he dwelled right where you had left him, at the shore.

the waves wrecked onto his body.

the sea used to be tranquil, engulfing him in a warm hug and protecting him from the stressful world in the village that he once lived.

but now, all it did was hold him back from you.

jeongin wallowed in his silent misery, the moonlight glowing on the dark sea that surrounded him.

he flinched at the sudden rustling leaves and snapping twigs, diving back into the deep water. he sensed a human.

it was no other than the man that made him see green with jealousy.

his head popped out of the water, making himself known.

the boy let out a yelp at his presence, jumping back. “hello? who are you?”

jeongin stayed silent, creeping closer to the shore. his vision was hazy, he could feel his blood pumping through his veins.

the closer he got, the more adrenaline he felt, especially as your boyfriend followed, getting close enough to pull him into the water by his legs.

his screams were muffled as jeongin pulled him under, all thoughts flying out the window as he held down his thrashing body.

all he needed to do was keep him under until he stopped breathing. then it was over. you wouldn’t have a boyfriend anymore.

tears fell down jeongin’s cheeks in an endless stream as he watched the man battle to hold his breath.

“i’m sorry,” he uttered, though he knew that the boy couldn’t hear him over the bubbles, “i’m sorry. just hold on a bit longer.”

jeongin knew it all too well. he understood what it felt like to drown. by now, his chest must be on fire, his heartbeat must be rushing through his ears. he was confused and disoriented, he couldn’t see or hear anything around him.

it was painful to watch his body finally fight against him, taking in a breath of salty water only to cough it out and lose even more precious air.

he was still kicking, but it would stop soon. nausea, the throbbing, the coldness, and then his life. it would all stop.

after his last attempt at shoving jeongin away, his world fell silent. he was dead.

what would he do now? how would he get rid of the body?

if he didn’t get it out of the sea, he would surely transform into a siren from how tragic his death must’ve been for him. but if jeongin hauled his body out, you would find him in the morning.

“jeongin,” papas voice was stern, shaking a bronze dagger in his hand, “with how much you love the sea, i wouldn’t be surprised for you to become a sailor one day.”

“in the case that you come across a siren, resist the song. when you feel yourself slipping, attack them with bronze. it will kill them. if you don’t, they’ll eat your flesh.”

“why do they eat you?” the young boy asked, curious about the stories that papa always had to tell.

“if they kill you and leave you in the sea, you’ll become a siren as well.“

jeongin hesitated, staring at the lifeless body in his arms before leaning down and nibbling the flesh.

he tried to tear it. but alas, his teeth weren’t as sharp as a siren. he was a mermaid. he died in peace.

the salty skin was repulsing, and he wouldn’t be able to eat the corpse even if he wanted to. he knew where he needed to go.

a siren’s cave. the place where all the sailors in the area went missing at sea after hearing the beautiful voice of lee minho.

his teeth were as sharp as needles. his tail was silver and slick, not a sole scale to be found. his skin was a grey color with a blue hue.

“minho?” he wriggled into the dark cave hesitantly, hauling the body behind him.

“it’s jeongin! i need your help!”

“look who finally came back below the sea! i’m so glad you’re back,” he closed his eyes as minho pinched his cheeks with a grin, “what do you need from your elder?”

minho had been this way since before he had become a siren, always babying jeongin and giving in to his every wish.

it wasn’t common for sirens to get along with anybody, much fewer mermaids, but this friendship was an exception.

“i assume it has to do with the dead body in your hands? i’m curious to know. tell me everything. i can smell love in your heart.”

minho listened intently to the tale of the seashell girl from above, appearing from the exact village that the two had once lived in.

jeongin knew he wouldn’t tell a soul, and that he would never judge the decision. after all, minho had killed countless humans.

“you know i love free meals,” his sharp grin gave him goosebumps, “anytime a boy causes you and your girl trouble, just assassinate them, yeah?”

with a gulp, jeongin nodded, offering the body to minho to feast on.

right when he was about to slither away back into the darkness of his cave to eat his dinner, jeongin pulled his wrist. “can i watch?”

“you’re a sick boy, yang jeongin.”

minho tore him to pieces in front of him without hesitation, the red blood fading into the seawater until he was devoured to the bone.

“he’s gone,” you crumbled in front of him, “he’s gone, jeongin.”

all he cared about was that you were in his arms, what a delightful feeling. you wouldn’t have done this if he was still there, would you?

“i don’t think he’s coming back. it’s not like him to do this.”

“did he flee to another village with a different girl? i’m sure i saw him and another on a horse in the night,” you couldn’t see his smile as you dug your head into his neck, your tears falling down his chest even harder now.

he felt a stabbing pain in his chest, unable to breathe from staying above the water for so long. but he didn’t mind, he would suffocate for you.

his vision began to blur as his grasp on you loosened.

“jeongin!” you shoved his head back into the ocean as he took gasps of water.

“don’t kill yourself to comfort me!”

he gave you a playful grin through the discomfort before hoisting his head above.

“i’d do anything for you.” it was no lie. he could feel himself slowly losing to madness.

he gathered you back in his arms, cursing the universe for not letting the two of you be closer together without consequences.

“did you really see him?”

“i did. we can sense things a lot better than humans can.”

his fingers, the same ones that pinned your lover down to his death just nights ago, traveled up and down your arm soothingly, stopping every few moments to take in the seawater.

your hands ran across his pale blue scales, “thank you for being honest. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

his chest swelled with pride and joy, eyes glancing up to gaze at the sun set beyond the seemingly endless ocean. “look.”

sunsets became very bittersweet for him. they were another glorious part of nature, something that he now got to admire with you. but it also meant that you would have to leave his arms afterward.

“don’t leave,” jeongin murmured, clutching you tighter.

“i don’t want to, it’s lonely back at home now.” you looked up to give him a weak smile, a golden hue on your complexion from the sun.

you pushed him away lightly, “go back under. you’re gonna start choking again.”

that didn’t matter in the slightest to jeongin. especially if it was in your arms. was it too early for him to begin flirting?

he slipped back into the bitter water.

you stood up to brush the sand off of your body.

“i’ll be waiting for your shells,” you leaned down to ruffle his hair with a sad smile, “thank you innie.”

once you were gone, he let out a squeal, his face scrunching with joy. he would find you the most exquisite shells in the world for tomorrow.

gradually, your routine went back to normal as you got over the heartbreak.

“i brought you two pieces of banana bread,” he didn’t hesitate to yank both out of your hands.

as the two of you chatted, he recognized that your smile wasn’t as radiant today. “what happened?”

“what do you mean?”

“something is wrong. did someone make you upset?”

“you know me so well, jeongin. sometimes i hate it.”

“talk to me. i can’t tell anyone, can i?”

“your mermaid friends might judge me.”

“you think i have friends when i spend all my time with you?”

“good point.”

jeongin and you had gotten into the pattern of a particular sitting position whilst you babbled to him.

he would lay across your thighs just above the water, his head floating until he needed to breathe.

once he had laid down, you took in a shaky breath, and he knew that it wouldn’t be good.

you began to talk about your life inside the village. specifically your family.

in the past year, your father's bakery had been declining in business. people didn’t care for bread and pastries much anymore and weren’t able to pay the money they needed to survive.

because of this, your parents had been overwhelmingly stressed and took it out on you most of the time.

you came to the ocean to avoid them.

jeongin’s face contorted in bitterness as you described the harsh words they spoke to you this morning just before you had left.

how could they think such things about his beloved human? how could he make them go away again?

your lover had come to him voluntarily, but he was sure that your parents wouldn’t come down to the sea.

even so, would he be strong enough to hold them down?

no, he didn’t need to think, he needed to listen to your stories.

tears dripped down onto his shoulders, rolling down into the waves.

he stretched his arm up to brush them away with his thumb.

“it’ll all be okay. i’m sure you’ll have more customers soon. they’ll all realize how amazing your bread really is.” jeongin showed your favorite fox smile.

“thank you. i hope they will.”

you assured him that it wasn’t all that terrible. they still adored you, it made sense that they were upset, that they weren’t always bad parents.

he didn’t believe any of it. anybody who made you cry was meant to disappear. but he never told you any of this.

jeongin would have to feed them all to minho.

minho. minho could help him.

he ushered you away at sunset, something way out of his character, bewildering you as to why he wasn’t pleading for you to stay as usual.

“i could help.”

“really? how?”

“do you know what i am?”

“a siren.”

“are you a fucking idiot, kid? what do sirens do?”

“kill people?”

“and?”

it took jeongin a minute, pausing in thought. what was minho trying to tell him?

with an annoyed puff, minho continued. “do you know how many sailors i could lure into my grasp in this shape? of course not, i shape-shift into an attractive girl. do you understand now?”

“you’re gonna become an attractive girl?”

“i’m gonna shapeshift into a human and kill them.”

“but i want to kill them.”

“you’ve acquired a fondness for blood, haven’t you? i’ll coax them into the sea and you can kill them.“

jeongin nodded frantically, “but we have to hurry before sunrise. i don’t want y/n seeing any of this.”

“and if she does?”

“she’ll hate me.”

“you could always just drown her.”

his eyebrows furrowed, glaring daggers into the siren, “how could you say that? i would never kill her. the only reason i’m doing this is so she doesn’t suffer anymore.”

“woah, settle down baby fox. it was just an idea.”

seeing humans under minho’s spell was baffling. they become nothing less than zombies, empty shells of mortal beings.

the couple crept into the cold water, waiting for their demise in submission to the siren’s eerie hymn. their will was long gone, stripped away the instant that their ears tuned in to the music, wiping their brain of thoughts.

it was child’s play to take away their lives. jeongin didn’t have to think as he thrust the heads under, they didn’t even struggle to hold their breath. pitiful.

hauling the dead bodies way below the ocean was the only troublesome part.

none of it mattered, though. it was all for you. each time he had doubts in his mind, he reminded himself of that.

watching minho consume them with a satisfied smirk, it was all for you.

when he went to sleep at sunrise, reflecting on the drowned man who had the same eyes as you, it was all for you.

“where the fuck is she, minho? it’s been two fucking weeks!”

minho offered a shrug in response, “no clue.”

each day that you hadn’t shown up, jeongin grew more concerned. the concern became anger, which became desperation.

“become a human again! go find her and bring her back to me! now!” he wailed, banging his fists onto any available object he could find in the cave.

“i wouldn’t be surprised if she’s dead or moved to another village.”

“what the fuck do you mean by that?”

“you killed her boyfriend and her family. use your goddamn thinking skills. she’s probably traumatized out of her mind, jeongin.”

“no she isn’t! she has me! i’m all that she needs! she would just come talk to me and i’d comfort her and—“

“her boyfriend supposedly fleeing the village is a lot different than her family abandoning her and nowhere to be found.”

as much as jeongin didn’t want to confess it, he knew that minho was right. he hadn’t thought about it that way.

“but if you knew that, why didn’t you tell me?”

“was hungry.”

“well then fuck you!” he stormed out of his cave, albeit rather childishly.

he needed to make it back to the surface before the morning, or else he might miss an opportunity of catching sight of you.

jeongin never slept anymore. he settled at the shore, silently waiting for you to appear, hardly minding if anybody saw him. he could just eradicate them if they got too near.

every instant that he wasn’t with you, it felt like he was suffocating. he was going crazy.

after a few weeks, he refused to visit even minho, knowing that even a small snide remark of his would make jeongin snap and attempt to kill him.

he began to shatter seashells. they made him furious. perhaps the seashells weren’t pretty enough and drove you away.

he never thought he’d feel peace again.

in the distance, jeongin heard a splash into the water.

instantly he raced towards the noise, his heart in his throat as he hoped— god, he hoped that it was you.

“y/n!” he shouted out, feeling your presence, unable to dismiss the accumulating terror in his chest.

nothing felt right. the summer had left long ago, the cold breeze of december chilling the ocean. nobody would voluntarily jump in. especially from a cliff into deep water.

he swam as fast as he could towards you. jeongin knew that if you were in the water for too long in this weather, you’d lose consciousness and drown. it was too familiar.

jeongin had always loved the water. he would beg for his father to bring him down to the ocean when he was younger, and it became his primary hang-out spot once he was old enough to go on his own.

often, his best friends joined him. he had a tight-knit friend group. seven young boys in the village with too much energy. they would play games throughout summer, then stay indoors in the harsh winter months.

“minho, do you want to sneak out?”

“are you insane? it’s freezing outside! where would we even go?”

“the beach,” jeongin presented his puppy eyes to the slightly older teen boy, “and it’s almost my birthday.”

he came to minho of all people because he knew that he could never resist. and just like jeongin presumed, he didn’t.

“do you wanna play hide and seek?”

after enough convincing, he began to count.

that’s how jeongin ended up in the freezing january water.

he didn’t feel panicked at first. his eyes opened to watch the light of the surface grow farther and farther away as he slipped into the darkness.

it was relaxing, something he had always admired about the water. the sensation of an endless abyss enclosing him.

then his lungs began to fight against him, begging him to go up to the surface. he didn’t have to resist for long, feeling his body begin to give out.

“jeongin!” he didn’t expect a sobbing minho to be the last thing he saw, trying to shake him back into consciousness.

the boy had walked right into his death but didn’t expect his friend to follow him.

minho watched as his friend succumbed to the water, trying his hardest to fight the cold and get both of their dying bodies back to the shore. but he lost.

the waves had carried them deep into the sea, where they slowly transformed into their current forms.

minho’s tragic death had turned him into a monster. jeongin’s peaceful death had made him beautiful and magical.

thankfully, his body had adapted to the temperature of the winter water, so he didn’t have to worry about anything but getting you to the air.

his hands firmly gripped your sides, lifting you to the surface.

jeongin got there quick enough.

“put me down!” you thrashed, “put me fucking down!”

he had never seen you angry like this. he despised it.

trying to tune out your protests, he carried you back onto the shore.

you were pale and shivering. your pulse was fast, he wasn’t sure what to do.

“hang in there y/n! you’ll be okay!”

everything in the world was working against him. the cool breeze and water weren’t helping and he had no legs to carry you anywhere warm and safe.

he gathered your body in his arms, trying to keep you warm with his body heat, but he knew that it wouldn’t last long.

you were going to die. right here. right in front of him.

jeongin did the only thing he knew how to do, tugging you into the water with him.

if you couldn’t live as a human, you would live with him eternally, under the sea.

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