One, Two, Tie Your Shoe (Oneshot)
Title: One, Two, Tie Your Shoe
Genre: Horror
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Character death
Pairing: Kaisoo
Length: 1070 words
Summary: Nursery rhymes are not to be messed with, especially when ghosts are involved.
One, Two, Tie Your Shoe
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One, two, tie your shoe.
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Kyungsoo stumbles as he takes a step forward, losing his balance as something catches at his foot. He glances quickly down at his feet-his shoelace is untied-then nervously back at the sky. It’s hurricane weather-dark, ominous clouds filling up the horizon with angry winds and furious rain, and he doesn’t know if he can get back home before the storm really hits.
He ties his shoe rapidly, fingers numb, fumbling at his shoelaces, telling himself to hurry up before you get caught in the storm as he forces his fingers to twist a loop and pull out. A torrent of rain begins to fall and Kyungsoo’s soaked through, trembling as the biting wind lashes out at him.
He straightens up and begins to run, as the rain begins to fall harder.
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Three, four, knock on the door.
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“Jongin!”
He knocks on the door once, then again, frantically pounding as the wind whips his hair around, the rain still pouring from the heavens with no sign of stopping. A few seconds later, the door opens and Jongin appears in the doorway, his eyes widening as he looks at Kyungsoo. “Where did you go? You said you would be back in about an hour. You’ve been gone the entire day.”
“I had something on my mind,” Kyungsoo mumbles vaguely as he takes off his shoes and steps through the doorway. “I needed to think for a while.”
Jongin’s expression softens as Kyungsoo brushes his hand lightly on his arm, and he curls his fingers around Kyungsoo’s hand. “Sorry. I was really worried-you didn’t even call me, and I was going to look for you because of the storm.”
“Mm. Sorry for making you worried.”
“Do you want me to get you a towel? You should take a shower before you catch a cold.”
Kyungsoo nods and Jongin releases his grip but doesn’t move away. “What is it?” he finally asks when Jongin continues watching him.
“What did you need to think about?”
“I had a dream.”
“Nightmare?” There’s nothing teasing or mocking in Jongin’s words, so Kyungsoo shrugs and nods.
“I guess.”
“What was it about?”
Kyungsoo hesitates for a moment, but he’s told Jongin before, so he’ll understand. “You know. Him.”
“Oh, him.” Jongin takes Kyungsoo’s hand again and rubs circles on his palm in a soothing, comforting gesture. “The murderer who tried to take your life a few years ago? I thought you said he died.”
“But they never found his body,” Kyungsoo mumbles, drawing his hand away. “Someone saw him drown, but they never found his body. And the thing is, I can’t even remember his face anymore. All I remember is the knife he always carried around-the blade was jagged and uneven, and there was a scratch by the handle. I shouldn’t be afraid, right? But I can’t help but think that he hasn’t died.”
“He’s dead,” Jongin says, and there’s a strange confidence to his voice as he pats Kyungsoo on the back. “Come on. I’ll get you a towel. You should take a shower before you get sick.” He smiles and walks away.
Something about Jongin’s smile makes Kyungsoo shiver, and suddenly, he’s afraid.
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Five, six, pick up sticks.
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The storm is gone the next morning, but when Jongin looks out of the window, he swears under his breath and turns to Kyungsoo angrily. “The garden’s destroyed.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” Jongin mutters, glowering at the patch of flattened vegetation in front of the porch. “I’m going to buy some more plants. Could you help me clear up the mess?”
“You’re so obsessed about the garden,” Kyungsoo smirks, laughing as Jongin grumbles something about his lack of appreciation for plants. He sighs and walks out of the house after Jongin leaves for the store, yawning as he stretches and takes a deep breath of the fresh air after the storm. Kyungsoo crouches down and begins clearing debris from the ruined garden, picking up the scattered sticks Jongin had used for props for his plants.
He blinks.
Something from his nightmare flashes in his mind, and he sets the sticks down, mind racing as he tries desperately to remember what he can’t remember. The murderer’s face has always been a blur in his memory, but as he tries to focus on his nightmare, he begins to recall certain details-certain details that remind him of-
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Seven, eight, open the gate.
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Jongin comes into view, sporting several pots of plants and a big grin on his face as he shouts for Kyungsoo to come and help him. Kyungsoo gets up from his position on the ground, runs over to Jongin, and opens the gate leading into the yard for him.
“Thanks,” Jongin says, setting the plants down on a bench and wiping at his forehead. “There was a huge line. I guess everyone’s gardens were destroyed by the storm.”
“There are others like you?” Kyungsoo teases. “I thought only you were that crazy about your garden.”
“I didn’t only buy gardening supplies,” Jongin laughs, and tilts his head to the side. Kyungsoo freezes. He’s never seen Jongin do that before, and the action reminds him painfully of someone else, who would tilt his head to the side all the time…
Jongin laughs again, but this time, he looks straight into Kyungsoo’s eyes, and Kyungsoo has the horrible feeling that Jongin is laughing at him, because the eyes that look into his are no longer warm and caring, but cold and mocking.
He has seen those eyes before. “You.”
“Me?”
“Don’t pretend.” Kyungsoo’s voice shakes and he looks around desperately, but there are no escape routes to be seen. Jongin has him cornered, and there’s no way out. “You’re…you’re supposed to be dead.”
A smirk. “Took you long enough. After all this time, living with me? I’m surprised. But I’m good at fooling people, and I took care to blur your memory a bit. Ghosts have their own little powers.”
“Ghosts,” Kyungsoo says, his voice strangled and half sobbing. “Ghosts.”
Jongin grins, and Kyungsoo backs away, because Jongin’s no longer Jongin-he’s become Kyungsoo’s worst nightmare, cruel smile and glittering eyes. “Who says ghosts can’t do anything? Who says you have to be alive to kill?”
The last thing Kyungsoo sees is a knife, its blade jagged and uneven, with a scratch by its handle.
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Nine, ten, die again.
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a/n: because I’m procrastinating and in a creepy mood. wow I suck at writing horror don’t I ;A; ohmaigod i still have not written a kaisoo fic in which no one dies/is going to die. OTL um yeah playing around with nursery rhymes…
this is so rushed omfg i just wanted to write something because i was too lazy to write other stuff ._. lol there is no explanation for anything. what is this i don’t even know anymore. and i can think of at least 2347893 ways to make this better but whateverrrrrr
okay i am never going to try writing horror again ugh
Genre: Horror
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Character death
Pairing: Kaisoo
Length: 1070 words
Summary: Nursery rhymes are not to be messed with, especially when ghosts are involved.
One, Two, Tie Your Shoe
-
One, two, tie your shoe.
-
Kyungsoo stumbles as he takes a step forward, losing his balance as something catches at his foot. He glances quickly down at his feet-his shoelace is untied-then nervously back at the sky. It’s hurricane weather-dark, ominous clouds filling up the horizon with angry winds and furious rain, and he doesn’t know if he can get back home before the storm really hits.
He ties his shoe rapidly, fingers numb, fumbling at his shoelaces, telling himself to hurry up before you get caught in the storm as he forces his fingers to twist a loop and pull out. A torrent of rain begins to fall and Kyungsoo’s soaked through, trembling as the biting wind lashes out at him.
He straightens up and begins to run, as the rain begins to fall harder.
-
Three, four, knock on the door.
-
“Jongin!”
He knocks on the door once, then again, frantically pounding as the wind whips his hair around, the rain still pouring from the heavens with no sign of stopping. A few seconds later, the door opens and Jongin appears in the doorway, his eyes widening as he looks at Kyungsoo. “Where did you go? You said you would be back in about an hour. You’ve been gone the entire day.”
“I had something on my mind,” Kyungsoo mumbles vaguely as he takes off his shoes and steps through the doorway. “I needed to think for a while.”
Jongin’s expression softens as Kyungsoo brushes his hand lightly on his arm, and he curls his fingers around Kyungsoo’s hand. “Sorry. I was really worried-you didn’t even call me, and I was going to look for you because of the storm.”
“Mm. Sorry for making you worried.”
“Do you want me to get you a towel? You should take a shower before you catch a cold.”
Kyungsoo nods and Jongin releases his grip but doesn’t move away. “What is it?” he finally asks when Jongin continues watching him.
“What did you need to think about?”
“I had a dream.”
“Nightmare?” There’s nothing teasing or mocking in Jongin’s words, so Kyungsoo shrugs and nods.
“I guess.”
“What was it about?”
Kyungsoo hesitates for a moment, but he’s told Jongin before, so he’ll understand. “You know. Him.”
“Oh, him.” Jongin takes Kyungsoo’s hand again and rubs circles on his palm in a soothing, comforting gesture. “The murderer who tried to take your life a few years ago? I thought you said he died.”
“But they never found his body,” Kyungsoo mumbles, drawing his hand away. “Someone saw him drown, but they never found his body. And the thing is, I can’t even remember his face anymore. All I remember is the knife he always carried around-the blade was jagged and uneven, and there was a scratch by the handle. I shouldn’t be afraid, right? But I can’t help but think that he hasn’t died.”
“He’s dead,” Jongin says, and there’s a strange confidence to his voice as he pats Kyungsoo on the back. “Come on. I’ll get you a towel. You should take a shower before you get sick.” He smiles and walks away.
Something about Jongin’s smile makes Kyungsoo shiver, and suddenly, he’s afraid.
-
Five, six, pick up sticks.
-
The storm is gone the next morning, but when Jongin looks out of the window, he swears under his breath and turns to Kyungsoo angrily. “The garden’s destroyed.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” Jongin mutters, glowering at the patch of flattened vegetation in front of the porch. “I’m going to buy some more plants. Could you help me clear up the mess?”
“You’re so obsessed about the garden,” Kyungsoo smirks, laughing as Jongin grumbles something about his lack of appreciation for plants. He sighs and walks out of the house after Jongin leaves for the store, yawning as he stretches and takes a deep breath of the fresh air after the storm. Kyungsoo crouches down and begins clearing debris from the ruined garden, picking up the scattered sticks Jongin had used for props for his plants.
He blinks.
Something from his nightmare flashes in his mind, and he sets the sticks down, mind racing as he tries desperately to remember what he can’t remember. The murderer’s face has always been a blur in his memory, but as he tries to focus on his nightmare, he begins to recall certain details-certain details that remind him of-
-
Seven, eight, open the gate.
-
Jongin comes into view, sporting several pots of plants and a big grin on his face as he shouts for Kyungsoo to come and help him. Kyungsoo gets up from his position on the ground, runs over to Jongin, and opens the gate leading into the yard for him.
“Thanks,” Jongin says, setting the plants down on a bench and wiping at his forehead. “There was a huge line. I guess everyone’s gardens were destroyed by the storm.”
“There are others like you?” Kyungsoo teases. “I thought only you were that crazy about your garden.”
“I didn’t only buy gardening supplies,” Jongin laughs, and tilts his head to the side. Kyungsoo freezes. He’s never seen Jongin do that before, and the action reminds him painfully of someone else, who would tilt his head to the side all the time…
Jongin laughs again, but this time, he looks straight into Kyungsoo’s eyes, and Kyungsoo has the horrible feeling that Jongin is laughing at him, because the eyes that look into his are no longer warm and caring, but cold and mocking.
He has seen those eyes before. “You.”
“Me?”
“Don’t pretend.” Kyungsoo’s voice shakes and he looks around desperately, but there are no escape routes to be seen. Jongin has him cornered, and there’s no way out. “You’re…you’re supposed to be dead.”
A smirk. “Took you long enough. After all this time, living with me? I’m surprised. But I’m good at fooling people, and I took care to blur your memory a bit. Ghosts have their own little powers.”
“Ghosts,” Kyungsoo says, his voice strangled and half sobbing. “Ghosts.”
Jongin grins, and Kyungsoo backs away, because Jongin’s no longer Jongin-he’s become Kyungsoo’s worst nightmare, cruel smile and glittering eyes. “Who says ghosts can’t do anything? Who says you have to be alive to kill?”
The last thing Kyungsoo sees is a knife, its blade jagged and uneven, with a scratch by its handle.
-
Nine, ten, die again.
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a/n: because I’m procrastinating and in a creepy mood. wow I suck at writing horror don’t I ;A; ohmaigod i still have not written a kaisoo fic in which no one dies/is going to die. OTL um yeah playing around with nursery rhymes…
this is so rushed omfg i just wanted to write something because i was too lazy to write other stuff ._. lol there is no explanation for anything. what is this i don’t even know anymore. and i can think of at least 2347893 ways to make this better but whateverrrrrr
okay i am never going to try writing horror again ugh