recovering A is sitting outside with caretaker B. it’s a pleasant day, with mild weather and sunshine, and B figures that even though A’s still fairly weak, the fresh air will do them good. and for a while, it does seem to lift their spirits and bring a bit of color back in their pale cheeks.
A enjoys being outdoors at first, but despite their sweater and the heat of the afternoon sun, they’re barely warm at all.
suddenly, the sun darts behind a cloud, and A shudders.
“feeling alright?” B asks, brow furrowing.
“I’m okay.” A wraps their arms around themselves, trying to ignore the goosebumps that prickle down their spine, and wishes they’d brought out a blanket to tuck around them. I thought the sweater was enough, it’s not even that cold.
the sun returns a few minutes later, but it’s too late—A feels their frail body start to tremble, overcompensating for the slight change in temperature.
“A, you’re shivering.”
“Just got a chill, that’s all.” A hates the way their voice wavers, the way they can barely force the words out through their chattering teeth, the way their bones are suddenly, impossibly freezing, like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over their head.
B jumps up from their chair and instantly comes to A’s side, cursing softly. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you out—“
“It’s fine, B. I wanted to come outside for a change.” Still, B helps them up and guides them inside to their chair, then covers their shivering frame with one blanket, then two, and begins to build up the fire in the small cabin.
“I’ll make you some tea, too, try and warm you up from the inside…” B’s voice trails off as they rustle around in the kitchen.
But A knows it’s no use from experience: they won’t truly stop feeling chilled until their hot bath tonight. And I can’t take my bath too early or else I’ll inevitably get cold some other stupid way, and I’m not making B run me two baths.
Recovering has been slow and frustrating, this part most of all. Why can’t their body maintain their temperature like it used to? Why are they so damn cold all the time?
They don’t realize they’re crying until they feel wipe away the twin tears on their cheeks, and they see B crouching to eye level. The concern on B’s face only makes A cry harder—they don’t want to be this weak, they didn’t used to be this way, they just want things to be better…
And they must say all that out loud, because now B’s arms are around them. “I know. I know it’s hard. We’ll get through this, A.”
There will be more blankets, and hot tea, and against A’s efforts, two baths. But in that moment, A’s never been more grateful for the warmth of B’s arms.
I will get through this.
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2002 | park sunghoon.
genre/au: yandere x reader.
When the Prince of the City also becomes the villain, there is no one and nothing that can protect his subjects from his ruthless reign, even under the deepest darkness.
Sunghoon, the minister's son, always carried the intoxicating scent of Nina Ricci lotion, for which his mother was a loyal fan, and the infectious, carefree, uninhibited smile of a baby. But something about him is unbalanced, so much that the temperature in a room drops, and not just because it is no longer winter, when he enters.
He's a masked angel whose light fades as the demon he harbors appears, because Sunghoon's solely responsible for every crime that has been perpetrated here.
You can imagine Sunghoon playing in the depths of every person's mind, as each time he cries, he apologizes to his parents and promises them that he will not make the mistakes he "regrets" again. His parents know, of course, that he will do it again, but they forgive him every time, for they raised their son to achieve excellence and surpass everyone in this town.
Anyways.
In the world of the moneyed, everything can be corrupt, and Sunghoon was not about to stop.
You, fortunately, were all but invisible. Not in a physical sense, but for the Park family, your economic status was relevant, as it allowed you to be hidden from their eyes.
Until the night of Halloween, when it all went south.
At this moment.
In your boyfriend's room, someone with an intense stare and an unrelenting temper takes over with his flawless aesthetic posture. The explicit image sends shivers down your spine.
He has a traditional Day of the Dead make-up, using a combination of monochrome to create a unique calavera, and mixed with elements such as flames, bloodied roses and scar marks for a truly eye-catching look. But there are no eyes.
Which dark impulse was coursing through Jihyun's flawed brain to molest Park Sunghoon like that?
He wasn't going to stop now.
"¡Please let me go!"
It's too late for you, and you can't do anything to stop what's about to happen, so you just huddle in the corner of the room and cover your ears.
Jihyun's head tilts to the side and the blood drips onto the floor as he emits moans and sobs. Fear and pain makes the whites of her eyes show, and the cries tears at your ribs.
But despite that, you still find him pathetic... to have faced the demon himself without demonstrating even the slightest skill in wielding such a weapon or understanding how to defend himself.
Fool. Fool. Fool.
Sunghoon's smile is all the more shocking when you notice that he seems unconcerned about the suffering of others. He appears to thrive simply on the pain of others.
Oh dear me.
It's only a matter of minutes before Sunghoon puts your boyfriend's windpipe beneath his foot and snaps his life away.
For an instant, you're captivated by just observing him.
And at that moment, the world freezes and everything around you stands still as you meet Sunghoon's piercing gaze.
"Having fun watching?"
Park Sunghoon picks up the baseball bat and brings the head to his mouth, feasting slowly on the brilliant red fluid as the blood collects on his tongue and slides between his teeth.
"It really annoys me when people spy on me, little one." Later, Sunghoon thrusts the bat harder against your boyfriend's ribs, hearing an ominous crack.
Releasing it, he falls to the ground and recoils, feasting your eyes on his close approach to you.
It's a terrifying scene.
"It's something that drives me absolutely insane."
He's entertained because of something.
You.
You're completely unclothed, save for the lingerie you're wearing, and Sunghoon's balls ache at the sight of you.
"I'm sorry, I did not... mean to see. Just leave right now".
You are experiencing shortness of breath, and panic causes abnormal dysregulation in your system. Not only that, but you had to run for your life.
Right now.
You are shaking and trying to escape when, with no warning, he seizes you and pushes you hard against the wall. You can sense his intimidating presence as he snarls in your ear: "You shouldn't run away, there is no crime scene to justify your escape. At least not yet."
"Please..."
"Shut the fuck up". Sunghoon shoots you a malicious look, and licks the tears running down your cheeks, as he senses the sensitive play of sensations on your skin, which oscillates between the warmth and the cold that his touch provokes.
Sweet.
Neither can look away, for this night... you're his favorite mischief.
Pretty and his.
Come on... Why settle for a mere piece of agonising flesh, when you could become the possession of the castigator?
He savours the metallic aftertaste of the blood on his teeth with his tongue, as an expression of horror settles on your face.
"You can't place a lamb in the path of a wolf and expect it to go hungry, right?"
And Sunghoon's famished to death tonight.
ENHYPEN MASTERLIST.
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