Half Alive
Title: Half Alive
Pairing: Kris/Lay; Kris/Luhan
Rating: PG
Genre: dark fic (Junkyard Dog!AU)
Warning: disturbing images and mentions of homicide
Summary: It was guilt that made him stop but it was insanity that kept him going
A/N: the first prequel to Mr. November & In the Dungeon (this can be read as a stand alone fic)
To live and die by our own rules
Wufan stared wide-eyes at his hands filthily covered with blood. The disgusting smell of coppery blood was suffocating him. It covered his hands, his arms, his shirt and his jeans soaked, the irony smell of it only grew worse with every deep, panicked breathe he sucked in. He glared at the dead body beside him that is lying on a long metal table, it was Luhan's. No... Mr. January's, as what he used to call him the entire month. Luhan's screams and begs continue to linger in his mind.
"Don't do this to me, Wufan. Please stop! Don't kill me! Just lock me downstairs and let me be your slave! Please don't do this to me! Wufan, No!"
He listened but he never understood.
Luhan knelt down, trying to stop Wufan from dragging him to the dark room, trying to save his life. He tried. But in the end, he failed.
"I killed him." He said to himself, or more over to his dog who sat quietly in front of him. There was a huge pang of regret and terror in his heart, but he can only feel the loud thump in his chest with anger. Is he angry with himself? Is he angry with Luhan? He can't answer that. No one can.
The tears on his face is making Wufan want to send him back to the storage room, but it's already February.
"I don't have any use on you anymore."
Wufan was blind to the tears. Deaf to the screams. And heartless to the begs.
Wufan found himself drunk inside a crowded bar in the town, it was of course after he cleaned himself from the mess he made. He got accompanied by a stranger with a dark brown(ish) hair, a pair of small expressive eyes and a rosy white complexion who introduced himself as Yixing.
"I never saw you before, is it your first time here?" the man asked, showing a dimple on his right cheek.
Wufan looked at him and nodded, too mesmerized by his beauty to utter a single word.
"Our new boy is shy, I see?" his smile cracking into a bigger one, eyes turning into thin lines.
He smirked, still unable to speak a word. Yixing is an angel of its beauty. Elegant, stunning and pretty of all sorts. Yixing is inhumanly perfect. He was completely fascinated, spellbound. No such word can have a relevant meaning to fit this boy's beauty and Wufan can't help but stare at him, dumbfounded.
"Is there... a problem with my face? Or something?" Yixing touched his cheek with his hand and pouted, but goddamn Wufan can feel his heart aching for this boy, not to mention his something down there.
"N-nothing" he shook his head, also mentally slapping himself for thinking of such things.
Yixing let out a laugh and Wufan swear that was such a beautiful lullaby echoing inside his mind, it sounded so great he could die hearing it forever. A warm hand touched his right leg and Wufan almost jumped.
"So..." Yixing leaned closer, his finger making circular motions on Wufan's leg. "Your place tonight?" he whispered, his breathe sending a rush of adrenaline in Wufan's veins.
It was really unfortunate that both of them have such hungry souls, they ended up doing it in Wufan's old tow truck instead of his place. Only leading to backaches and pain of all sorts. Despite the pains he gained -and not to mention the bruises Yixing made on, Wufan drove home with a smile painted on his face.
Completely forgetting something.
Completely forgetting about Luhan.
After that night, an abrupt routine was developed, Wufan waking up a few hours before noon then he'll go straight to his work, after that he'll always find himself in the bar where he first met Yixing. After a few hours of hanging around the bar aka drinking, kissing, dancing and such, they would go somewhere -or anywhere to be exact- and make out. It was until the fifth day when Yixing got to ask Wufan about himself.
"What's your name again? I kind of, you know I meet too many people in a day I can hardly remember their names especially their faces." Yixing explained.
"Again?" he said absentmindedly, his eyebrows meeting. "You never asked for my name, now that I noticed it."
"That's why I'm asking you now" Just now?
"Well... It's Kris." Wufan's such a bland name, after all.
"That's a pretty cool name." and too usual for Yixing to bear in mind.
"Why are you doing this to me"
It sounded like a question. But it was just an empty sentence that had Wufan exasperated even more.
"Because you're mine. Only mine to keep and only mine to love." he whispered to Luhan's ear in a low, guttural and menacing sound. It sounded like a growl, a growl of a hungry lion to the older's ear that is slowly torturing him.
"You don't love me, Wufan..." Mr. January said, shaking and eyes closed as Wufan tightens his grip on his arm. "And... I don't... Love you."
"I don't love you." Yixing said as they met after another week of the latter's absence. Lighting up a capri on between his fingers.
Kris stared at him. Both eyebrows furrowed and all pieces of his ego crashed.
"What we did is fucking. No commitments or anything, no love, no stupid strings and I'm ending it here." Yixing blew out a smoke right on his face and it was almost asphyxiating him.
"You're going to regret this."
A week later, it was Yixing who replaced Luhan's abandoned storage room. And it was Yixing who was pleading for his life.
As the dog barks at him, Wufan added his second victim's name in his recipe book.
Mr. February
He have completely forgotten who Yixing is.
this was supposed to be.. uhm... longer.... but... uhm........................ forgive me
Pairing: Kris/Lay; Kris/Luhan
Rating: PG
Genre: dark fic (Junkyard Dog!AU)
Warning: disturbing images and mentions of homicide
Summary: It was guilt that made him stop but it was insanity that kept him going
A/N: the first prequel to Mr. November & In the Dungeon (this can be read as a stand alone fic)
To live and die by our own rules
Wufan stared wide-eyes at his hands filthily covered with blood. The disgusting smell of coppery blood was suffocating him. It covered his hands, his arms, his shirt and his jeans soaked, the irony smell of it only grew worse with every deep, panicked breathe he sucked in. He glared at the dead body beside him that is lying on a long metal table, it was Luhan's. No... Mr. January's, as what he used to call him the entire month. Luhan's screams and begs continue to linger in his mind.
"Don't do this to me, Wufan. Please stop! Don't kill me! Just lock me downstairs and let me be your slave! Please don't do this to me! Wufan, No!"
He listened but he never understood.
Luhan knelt down, trying to stop Wufan from dragging him to the dark room, trying to save his life. He tried. But in the end, he failed.
"I killed him." He said to himself, or more over to his dog who sat quietly in front of him. There was a huge pang of regret and terror in his heart, but he can only feel the loud thump in his chest with anger. Is he angry with himself? Is he angry with Luhan? He can't answer that. No one can.
The tears on his face is making Wufan want to send him back to the storage room, but it's already February.
"I don't have any use on you anymore."
Wufan was blind to the tears. Deaf to the screams. And heartless to the begs.
Wufan found himself drunk inside a crowded bar in the town, it was of course after he cleaned himself from the mess he made. He got accompanied by a stranger with a dark brown(ish) hair, a pair of small expressive eyes and a rosy white complexion who introduced himself as Yixing.
"I never saw you before, is it your first time here?" the man asked, showing a dimple on his right cheek.
Wufan looked at him and nodded, too mesmerized by his beauty to utter a single word.
"Our new boy is shy, I see?" his smile cracking into a bigger one, eyes turning into thin lines.
He smirked, still unable to speak a word. Yixing is an angel of its beauty. Elegant, stunning and pretty of all sorts. Yixing is inhumanly perfect. He was completely fascinated, spellbound. No such word can have a relevant meaning to fit this boy's beauty and Wufan can't help but stare at him, dumbfounded.
"Is there... a problem with my face? Or something?" Yixing touched his cheek with his hand and pouted, but goddamn Wufan can feel his heart aching for this boy, not to mention his something down there.
"N-nothing" he shook his head, also mentally slapping himself for thinking of such things.
Yixing let out a laugh and Wufan swear that was such a beautiful lullaby echoing inside his mind, it sounded so great he could die hearing it forever. A warm hand touched his right leg and Wufan almost jumped.
"So..." Yixing leaned closer, his finger making circular motions on Wufan's leg. "Your place tonight?" he whispered, his breathe sending a rush of adrenaline in Wufan's veins.
It was really unfortunate that both of them have such hungry souls, they ended up doing it in Wufan's old tow truck instead of his place. Only leading to backaches and pain of all sorts. Despite the pains he gained -and not to mention the bruises Yixing made on, Wufan drove home with a smile painted on his face.
Completely forgetting something.
Completely forgetting about Luhan.
After that night, an abrupt routine was developed, Wufan waking up a few hours before noon then he'll go straight to his work, after that he'll always find himself in the bar where he first met Yixing. After a few hours of hanging around the bar aka drinking, kissing, dancing and such, they would go somewhere -or anywhere to be exact- and make out. It was until the fifth day when Yixing got to ask Wufan about himself.
"What's your name again? I kind of, you know I meet too many people in a day I can hardly remember their names especially their faces." Yixing explained.
"Again?" he said absentmindedly, his eyebrows meeting. "You never asked for my name, now that I noticed it."
"That's why I'm asking you now" Just now?
"Well... It's Kris." Wufan's such a bland name, after all.
"That's a pretty cool name." and too usual for Yixing to bear in mind.
"Why are you doing this to me"
It sounded like a question. But it was just an empty sentence that had Wufan exasperated even more.
"Because you're mine. Only mine to keep and only mine to love." he whispered to Luhan's ear in a low, guttural and menacing sound. It sounded like a growl, a growl of a hungry lion to the older's ear that is slowly torturing him.
"You don't love me, Wufan..." Mr. January said, shaking and eyes closed as Wufan tightens his grip on his arm. "And... I don't... Love you."
"I don't love you." Yixing said as they met after another week of the latter's absence. Lighting up a capri on between his fingers.
Kris stared at him. Both eyebrows furrowed and all pieces of his ego crashed.
"What we did is fucking. No commitments or anything, no love, no stupid strings and I'm ending it here." Yixing blew out a smoke right on his face and it was almost asphyxiating him.
"You're going to regret this."
A week later, it was Yixing who replaced Luhan's abandoned storage room. And it was Yixing who was pleading for his life.
As the dog barks at him, Wufan added his second victim's name in his recipe book.
Mr. February
He have completely forgotten who Yixing is.
this was supposed to be.. uhm... longer.... but... uhm........................ forgive me