cold dark frozen (oneshot)
title: cold dark frozen
genre: (extremely fail) horror
rating: pg-13
pairing: xiuhan
length: 2440 words
warning: character death
summary: luhan is poison, and poison is addicting.
四 (four)
There’s a shadow on the surface of his door that night, cast from the illumination of a solitary lamp. Something tinkles, like the sound of wind chimes. Low laughter ensues.
一 (one)
Minseok thinks there’s something wrong with Luhan the first time they meet, maybe a glint that reflects too brightly in his eyes, an angle too reminiscent of a smirk in his smile. He looks like a porcelain doll, pale skin and beautiful features. Flawless. Perfect.
The office is quiet and calm unlike the frosty wind outside, and Luhan’s eyes are a warm brown color, melting into Minseok’s gaze as he leads Minseok to his desk. It only takes a mere second to pass the coins over, but the moment Luhan’s fingers brush against Minseok’s palm, there’s a tight feeling in Minseok’s throat, almost like there are threads of strings choking him. Luhan’s expression is polite and almost natural despite his other hand ghosting across the keyboard impatiently, as if eager to begin typing.
There’s always something wrong about perfect.
But there’s also always something intriguing about perfect, and Luhan’s soft voice is alluring and soothing against Minseok’s ear as he tugs timidly at his sleeve and asks what he wants him to design. Minseok tells him he wants a few copies of an invitation to send out to his friends-nothing extremely fancy, just a few minimalistic cards with the words he’s scrawled out on the scrap of paper in his hands.
“It should be done in half an hour or so,” Luhan tells him as he reads the hastily written phrases and types them onto a document. “Do you want to sit here and wait?”
“Sure,” Minseok replies, but he knows it’s because he’s letting himself edge a little closer to the tempting trap of Luhan’s unbuttoned collar and delicate jawline, falling down, down, down, down, down.
The hum of the computer in the office is calming and gentle, making it easy for Minseok to drift off and zone out. “You know,” Luhan says after a while, the click of his fingers sharp against the keyboard as he types rapidly and drags images around in various formations, “the thing about being a designer who types up the letters of people is that some people give their deepest secrets to me and I always remember them.”
“Sorry, what?” Minseok tears his gaze away from the mesmerizing pattern of lines Luhan is drawing out on the screen and blinks involuntarily in confusion.
“Their deepest secrets,” Luhan repeats, clicking several times and then turning the screen around to face Minseok. “Good enough?”
“Yes, thank you very much,” Minseok says, staring at the design, but he’s not sure what question he’s answering anymore. Luhan smiles again and clicks the print button, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.
“Have fun, Minseok-sshi. I hope we’ll meet again. It was nice talking to you.” The color of his eyes when he opens them again seem almost pitch black in the lighting now, instead of warm brown.
There are wind chimes outside the door of Luhan’s office when Minseok walks out, and they mournfully ring out a haunting tune.
十二 (twelve)
Time flows by quickly when he can’t move his limbs, when he’s stuck halfway between the dead and the living, waiting for things to end. It’s easy to remember things when he can’t do anything but lie there, struggling to move, watching time fly away.
二 (two)
Yixing asks Minseok about the trip the moment Minseok walks through the door, and Minseok takes a few moments to register what his roommate is asking.
“Oh, the designer? He was, cute, you know. I guess.”
Yixing doesn’t look quite convinced at Minseok’s feigned nonchalance and latches onto the chance to tease immediately, the corners of his mouth turning up in a semi-smirk. It’s a lot different than Luhan’s, Minseok notices, because Luhan looks like he’s halfway between two worlds and ready to probe into all your darkest lies.
“I want to meet him too.”
“He’s just a designer!” Minseok protests, but only because he knows Yixing knows he’ll agree. “It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again, except for other business deals.”
“Minseok.” Yixing sounds exasperated, leaning against the wall and shaking his head in that you’re-so-hopeless way of his. “Screw business deals and designing. What is with you and all the formality? It doesn’t matter why you see him. If he’s cute, and you think you like him, then go hit on him or something.”
“I don’t go around hitting on people!”
“If you’re not going to hit on him, then I will.” Yixing’s eyes narrow and Minseok decides that his smile does resemble Luhan’s, beguiling and dangerous. But Luhan isn’t dangerous, except for the fact that Minseok can’t get him out of his mind.
He sighs. “Fine. I’ll take you to meet him.”
五 (five)
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
Somehow, he finds himself in Luhan’s office again, legs swinging slightly off the table as the two of them sit side by side on Luhan’s desk, ignoring the piles of papers and stacks of books scattered around them. Luhan’s too close, the burn of his skin mere centimeters away from Minseok, heated and overwhelming. He clears his throat. “That’s not something people say to people they’ve only known for a few days.”
There should be a warning signal flashing off in Minseok’s mind by now, loud and bright, but Luhan leans closer and surprisingly, no sirens go off. “That’s why I asked you the question.” He’s whispering now, breath soft and warm against Minseok’s neck. Minseok can’t breathe.
“Hey,” he jokes weakly, “are you going to bite me? Some sort of vampire? Or ghost? I hope you’re not going to suck my soul out or anything.” His knees are shaking as he tries to anchor himself with his trembling fingers clinging onto the edge of the desk.
“Suck out your soul?”
“It’s totally possible.” There must be a limit to how much babbling Minseok can do, and he knows it, as evident from the sudden rise in heat around his face. “You told me you know the secrets of everyone. Their deepest secrets. Their darkest secrets. Why wouldn’t you suck the souls out of people?”
“Do you really think that?” Luhan’s expression is oddly serious, eyes glimmering with an unreadable expression. Minseok’s gaze inadvertently strays to his unbuttoned collar.
“No. I guess not. I’m just. Awkward. Yeah.”
Luhan laughs quietly and presses his lips gently against Minseok’s without any warning, causing Minseok to widen his eyes in surprise. He draws back, and there’s amusement in his tone when he asks, “There, I didn’t suck out your soul, did I?”
“We…just met,” is all Minseok can say, but Luhan shrugs, eyes angelic and demonic at the same time, and Minseok wonders faintly what he’s gotten himself into.
“I asked you if you believed in love at first sight,” and Minseok thinks either there’s someone messing with his mind or Luhan has turned into a new obsession. The lights are suddenly too bright in his eyes, and there’s something…something about the dark being blinding but also bright light blinding vision-
The wind chimes laugh at him as he stumbles out the door.
七 (seven)
Luhan’s a very good kisser, fingers tracing patterns on Minseok’s back, lips brushing against his collarbones, soft murmurs and light flutters of eyelashes against gentle touches. Minseok thinks he can hear wind chimes in the distance, frozen fingertips and frostbitten kisses.
This isn’t love. This is falling head over heels in addiction.
三 (three)
The wind chimes outside Luhan’s office ring when Minseok walks in with Yixing hot on his heels. Luhan is sitting at his desk, brow furrowed slightly as he stares at his computer screen, fingers tapping in almost trance-like rhythms. “Back again?”
“My friend wanted to visit,” and then Yixing’s walking towards Luhan, having already whispered wow, he’s cute into Minseok’s ear, curiosity evident on his face, hand held out to the beginnings of a smile on Luhan’s expression. Minseok feels something ragged in his breath, torn, battered, bruised.
The wind chimes are ringing again.
九 (nine)
“You were kissing Yixing, weren’t you.”
The accusation comes out sounding much more listless than he was expecting it to be. Minseok closes his eyes with a thudding heart and tries to breathe.
“And if I did?”
For a moment, all Minseok sees is red, but he doesn’t understand-he’s never this angry. Not even when Yixing had accidently deleted his entire college thesis paper. “How…why…”
“It’s okay, Minseokie.” Luhan’s voice is unnaturally soothing in his ear, quiet and gentle as he wraps his arms around him and Minseok loses the will to be angry or jealous. “It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll take care of him for you. I know all of your deepest, darkest secrets. Don’t worry about it.”
He nods in agreement, mind hazy and confused. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
The wind chimes are ringing.
八 (eight)
Yixing looks listless after a while, something broken in his eyes, restless expression whenever he passes by Minseok in the hall. He doesn’t answer questions anymore, doesn’t talk much, stops playing the guitar and singing at midnight when Minseok’s trying to sleep in his room.
Minseok catches him kissing Luhan in Luhan’s office, the lights off, room bathed in darkness. He’s just about to enter the door when he picks up soft sounds-whispers and rustling, wind chimes ringing, and before he knows it, he’s stumbled upon the two of them furiously making out, and he feels sick all of a sudden, throat tightening, nauseous.
He’s almost too late in reaching the sink.
十一 (eleven)
“Just drink this.” Luhan’s bending over by him all of a sudden, resting a hand on his shoulder, the other hand offering him a drink. Minseok takes it and gulps it down without much thought, letting the liquid flow down his throat in an attempt to calm himself. “Are you okay?”
“What…what happened to him?” Minseok chokes out, and the world’s suddenly in millions of dimensions, dizzying, overwhelming. “What happened?”
“Shh, it’s okay. I told you I’d help.”
“What did you do to him?”
“I turned him to ice and shattered him, like his soul.” Luhan’s lips brush against Minseok’s neck, warm and comforting. “Didn’t you notice already?” Blank eyes, broken expression. Of course Minseok had noticed.
“You-” He chokes and coughs, shuddering as he gasps for air. “What was that drink?”
“Poison,” Luhan laughs nonchalantly, straightening up and giving Minseok a smile. “I’ll give you two choices. Stay here and die, or fight the poison and I’ll show you what you’re meant for.”
“Luhan-” He should be terrified by now, he should be screaming, but he can’t move, and Luhan’s face is beautiful in contrast to the crimson blood staining the walls, the bright lighting blinding him. Give in, he thinks, and it’s such a tempting prospect, to close his eyes and let himself be swept away and drowned by Luhan’s perfection.
“I’ll give you a few minutes,” Luhan breathes, “and then I’m coming for you.”
六 (six)
“I think Luhan’s a ghost,” Minseok announces angrily to a dreamy-looking Yixing who’s playing the guitar and humming to himself when Minseok bursts through the door. “He’s out to suck all of our souls or something.”
“I don’t believe in ghosts,” Yixing says. “Maybe vampires or zombies but not ghosts. Ghosts can’t be real.” He pauses mid-strum, and then stares at Minseok, perhaps actually considering his statement. “Why ghost, all of a sudden? And sucking out souls?”
“Nothing. I was just caught up in something.” Minseok turns away, and his lips are still burning, scarlet, crimson, like blood.
十 (ten)
The first sign is a trail of blood splattered across the floor in the living room. “Yixing?”
There’s no answer, so Minseok calls again, because he’s sure Yixing had passed him only a few minutes ago. The sound of dripping water gets louder as he walks closer to the bathroom, and the trail of blood zig-zags across to the door, where two crimson handprints are plastered against the wood.
“Yixing?” He’s beginning to feel terrified, heartbeat irregular, breathing labored. “Yixing, are you all right? Are you in there?”
There’s no reply.
Minseok takes a deep breath and opens the door, steeling himself for whatever’s behind the wall and blood. The dripping sound increases, and there’s blood everywhere, oh my god-
Yixing’s body is floating in a pool of shattered ice in the bathtub, the water stained with his blood. It’s okay, Minseokie. You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll take care of him for you.
I know all of your deepest, darkest secrets. Don’t worry about it.
十三 (thirteen)
The wind chimes are ringing again.
Minseok staggers to his feet, clawing at the floor, hands slippery with Yixing’s blood, panting, gasping. Step (the wind chimes are ringing) and pause, only to turn around to see nothing (the wind chimes are ringing). Breathing becomes labored (the wind chimes are ringing), there’s nowhere to run anymore (the wind chimes are ringing), there’s blood all over his hands, Yixing’s blood (the wind chimes are ringing), and someone’s laughing in the distance, someone who sounds like Luhan (the wind chimes are ringing).
“Nice of you to drop by.”
Luhan’s standing beside him, fingers running gently across his jawline, tapping Minseok’s lips and then tracing lines across his throat. “Did you even try to escape?”
“Stop…” His breathing is too ragged, heartbeat too quick.
“Why should I?” Luhan’s teeth are sharp and jagged, bloodstained. His eyes are completely black, reflecting the light, mouth twisted in a mirthless grin. He’s beautiful, captivating, utterly terrifying. “Look into my eyes, Minseok. Look into my eyes.”
He forces himself to look into the abyss of Luhan’s pupils, falling down, down, down, down, down like when they first meet, but this time, he’s dying for real, trapped forever.
“You should have stayed away,” Luhan croons, kissing Minseok’s lips, down his jaw and throat, to his collarbone. “You should have stayed away before it was too late. But it’s okay. It won’t hurt. I promise.”
“Stay away from me,” Minseok finally manages to croak, but he’s too weak to resist Luhan’s grip, Luhan’s voice, Luhan’s addiction. “Stay…away…from…me…”
Luhan’s voice whispers one last time into his ear, sickly sweet and quiet, arms wrapping gently around his neck, squeezing gently, not tight enough to choke. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. Let’s have some fun, Minseokie.”
The wind chimes are ringing again.
a/n: raughs what the frick is this I CAN'T WRITE HORROR TO SAVE MY LIFE OH MY GOSH I'M SO SORRY THIS ISN'T EVEN SCARY IN ANY WAY I FAIL I VOW TO NEVER WRITE HORROR EVER AGAIN ;A; also i hate formatting on lj so much omfg
forever love to shermaine (bluedveins) for betaing and making this sound coherent <3333
genre: (extremely fail) horror
rating: pg-13
pairing: xiuhan
length: 2440 words
warning: character death
summary: luhan is poison, and poison is addicting.
四 (four)
There’s a shadow on the surface of his door that night, cast from the illumination of a solitary lamp. Something tinkles, like the sound of wind chimes. Low laughter ensues.
一 (one)
Minseok thinks there’s something wrong with Luhan the first time they meet, maybe a glint that reflects too brightly in his eyes, an angle too reminiscent of a smirk in his smile. He looks like a porcelain doll, pale skin and beautiful features. Flawless. Perfect.
The office is quiet and calm unlike the frosty wind outside, and Luhan’s eyes are a warm brown color, melting into Minseok’s gaze as he leads Minseok to his desk. It only takes a mere second to pass the coins over, but the moment Luhan’s fingers brush against Minseok’s palm, there’s a tight feeling in Minseok’s throat, almost like there are threads of strings choking him. Luhan’s expression is polite and almost natural despite his other hand ghosting across the keyboard impatiently, as if eager to begin typing.
There’s always something wrong about perfect.
But there’s also always something intriguing about perfect, and Luhan’s soft voice is alluring and soothing against Minseok’s ear as he tugs timidly at his sleeve and asks what he wants him to design. Minseok tells him he wants a few copies of an invitation to send out to his friends-nothing extremely fancy, just a few minimalistic cards with the words he’s scrawled out on the scrap of paper in his hands.
“It should be done in half an hour or so,” Luhan tells him as he reads the hastily written phrases and types them onto a document. “Do you want to sit here and wait?”
“Sure,” Minseok replies, but he knows it’s because he’s letting himself edge a little closer to the tempting trap of Luhan’s unbuttoned collar and delicate jawline, falling down, down, down, down, down.
The hum of the computer in the office is calming and gentle, making it easy for Minseok to drift off and zone out. “You know,” Luhan says after a while, the click of his fingers sharp against the keyboard as he types rapidly and drags images around in various formations, “the thing about being a designer who types up the letters of people is that some people give their deepest secrets to me and I always remember them.”
“Sorry, what?” Minseok tears his gaze away from the mesmerizing pattern of lines Luhan is drawing out on the screen and blinks involuntarily in confusion.
“Their deepest secrets,” Luhan repeats, clicking several times and then turning the screen around to face Minseok. “Good enough?”
“Yes, thank you very much,” Minseok says, staring at the design, but he’s not sure what question he’s answering anymore. Luhan smiles again and clicks the print button, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.
“Have fun, Minseok-sshi. I hope we’ll meet again. It was nice talking to you.” The color of his eyes when he opens them again seem almost pitch black in the lighting now, instead of warm brown.
There are wind chimes outside the door of Luhan’s office when Minseok walks out, and they mournfully ring out a haunting tune.
十二 (twelve)
Time flows by quickly when he can’t move his limbs, when he’s stuck halfway between the dead and the living, waiting for things to end. It’s easy to remember things when he can’t do anything but lie there, struggling to move, watching time fly away.
二 (two)
Yixing asks Minseok about the trip the moment Minseok walks through the door, and Minseok takes a few moments to register what his roommate is asking.
“Oh, the designer? He was, cute, you know. I guess.”
Yixing doesn’t look quite convinced at Minseok’s feigned nonchalance and latches onto the chance to tease immediately, the corners of his mouth turning up in a semi-smirk. It’s a lot different than Luhan’s, Minseok notices, because Luhan looks like he’s halfway between two worlds and ready to probe into all your darkest lies.
“I want to meet him too.”
“He’s just a designer!” Minseok protests, but only because he knows Yixing knows he’ll agree. “It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again, except for other business deals.”
“Minseok.” Yixing sounds exasperated, leaning against the wall and shaking his head in that you’re-so-hopeless way of his. “Screw business deals and designing. What is with you and all the formality? It doesn’t matter why you see him. If he’s cute, and you think you like him, then go hit on him or something.”
“I don’t go around hitting on people!”
“If you’re not going to hit on him, then I will.” Yixing’s eyes narrow and Minseok decides that his smile does resemble Luhan’s, beguiling and dangerous. But Luhan isn’t dangerous, except for the fact that Minseok can’t get him out of his mind.
He sighs. “Fine. I’ll take you to meet him.”
五 (five)
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
Somehow, he finds himself in Luhan’s office again, legs swinging slightly off the table as the two of them sit side by side on Luhan’s desk, ignoring the piles of papers and stacks of books scattered around them. Luhan’s too close, the burn of his skin mere centimeters away from Minseok, heated and overwhelming. He clears his throat. “That’s not something people say to people they’ve only known for a few days.”
There should be a warning signal flashing off in Minseok’s mind by now, loud and bright, but Luhan leans closer and surprisingly, no sirens go off. “That’s why I asked you the question.” He’s whispering now, breath soft and warm against Minseok’s neck. Minseok can’t breathe.
“Hey,” he jokes weakly, “are you going to bite me? Some sort of vampire? Or ghost? I hope you’re not going to suck my soul out or anything.” His knees are shaking as he tries to anchor himself with his trembling fingers clinging onto the edge of the desk.
“Suck out your soul?”
“It’s totally possible.” There must be a limit to how much babbling Minseok can do, and he knows it, as evident from the sudden rise in heat around his face. “You told me you know the secrets of everyone. Their deepest secrets. Their darkest secrets. Why wouldn’t you suck the souls out of people?”
“Do you really think that?” Luhan’s expression is oddly serious, eyes glimmering with an unreadable expression. Minseok’s gaze inadvertently strays to his unbuttoned collar.
“No. I guess not. I’m just. Awkward. Yeah.”
Luhan laughs quietly and presses his lips gently against Minseok’s without any warning, causing Minseok to widen his eyes in surprise. He draws back, and there’s amusement in his tone when he asks, “There, I didn’t suck out your soul, did I?”
“We…just met,” is all Minseok can say, but Luhan shrugs, eyes angelic and demonic at the same time, and Minseok wonders faintly what he’s gotten himself into.
“I asked you if you believed in love at first sight,” and Minseok thinks either there’s someone messing with his mind or Luhan has turned into a new obsession. The lights are suddenly too bright in his eyes, and there’s something…something about the dark being blinding but also bright light blinding vision-
The wind chimes laugh at him as he stumbles out the door.
七 (seven)
Luhan’s a very good kisser, fingers tracing patterns on Minseok’s back, lips brushing against his collarbones, soft murmurs and light flutters of eyelashes against gentle touches. Minseok thinks he can hear wind chimes in the distance, frozen fingertips and frostbitten kisses.
This isn’t love. This is falling head over heels in addiction.
三 (three)
The wind chimes outside Luhan’s office ring when Minseok walks in with Yixing hot on his heels. Luhan is sitting at his desk, brow furrowed slightly as he stares at his computer screen, fingers tapping in almost trance-like rhythms. “Back again?”
“My friend wanted to visit,” and then Yixing’s walking towards Luhan, having already whispered wow, he’s cute into Minseok’s ear, curiosity evident on his face, hand held out to the beginnings of a smile on Luhan’s expression. Minseok feels something ragged in his breath, torn, battered, bruised.
The wind chimes are ringing again.
九 (nine)
“You were kissing Yixing, weren’t you.”
The accusation comes out sounding much more listless than he was expecting it to be. Minseok closes his eyes with a thudding heart and tries to breathe.
“And if I did?”
For a moment, all Minseok sees is red, but he doesn’t understand-he’s never this angry. Not even when Yixing had accidently deleted his entire college thesis paper. “How…why…”
“It’s okay, Minseokie.” Luhan’s voice is unnaturally soothing in his ear, quiet and gentle as he wraps his arms around him and Minseok loses the will to be angry or jealous. “It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll take care of him for you. I know all of your deepest, darkest secrets. Don’t worry about it.”
He nods in agreement, mind hazy and confused. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
The wind chimes are ringing.
八 (eight)
Yixing looks listless after a while, something broken in his eyes, restless expression whenever he passes by Minseok in the hall. He doesn’t answer questions anymore, doesn’t talk much, stops playing the guitar and singing at midnight when Minseok’s trying to sleep in his room.
Minseok catches him kissing Luhan in Luhan’s office, the lights off, room bathed in darkness. He’s just about to enter the door when he picks up soft sounds-whispers and rustling, wind chimes ringing, and before he knows it, he’s stumbled upon the two of them furiously making out, and he feels sick all of a sudden, throat tightening, nauseous.
He’s almost too late in reaching the sink.
十一 (eleven)
“Just drink this.” Luhan’s bending over by him all of a sudden, resting a hand on his shoulder, the other hand offering him a drink. Minseok takes it and gulps it down without much thought, letting the liquid flow down his throat in an attempt to calm himself. “Are you okay?”
“What…what happened to him?” Minseok chokes out, and the world’s suddenly in millions of dimensions, dizzying, overwhelming. “What happened?”
“Shh, it’s okay. I told you I’d help.”
“What did you do to him?”
“I turned him to ice and shattered him, like his soul.” Luhan’s lips brush against Minseok’s neck, warm and comforting. “Didn’t you notice already?” Blank eyes, broken expression. Of course Minseok had noticed.
“You-” He chokes and coughs, shuddering as he gasps for air. “What was that drink?”
“Poison,” Luhan laughs nonchalantly, straightening up and giving Minseok a smile. “I’ll give you two choices. Stay here and die, or fight the poison and I’ll show you what you’re meant for.”
“Luhan-” He should be terrified by now, he should be screaming, but he can’t move, and Luhan’s face is beautiful in contrast to the crimson blood staining the walls, the bright lighting blinding him. Give in, he thinks, and it’s such a tempting prospect, to close his eyes and let himself be swept away and drowned by Luhan’s perfection.
“I’ll give you a few minutes,” Luhan breathes, “and then I’m coming for you.”
六 (six)
“I think Luhan’s a ghost,” Minseok announces angrily to a dreamy-looking Yixing who’s playing the guitar and humming to himself when Minseok bursts through the door. “He’s out to suck all of our souls or something.”
“I don’t believe in ghosts,” Yixing says. “Maybe vampires or zombies but not ghosts. Ghosts can’t be real.” He pauses mid-strum, and then stares at Minseok, perhaps actually considering his statement. “Why ghost, all of a sudden? And sucking out souls?”
“Nothing. I was just caught up in something.” Minseok turns away, and his lips are still burning, scarlet, crimson, like blood.
十 (ten)
The first sign is a trail of blood splattered across the floor in the living room. “Yixing?”
There’s no answer, so Minseok calls again, because he’s sure Yixing had passed him only a few minutes ago. The sound of dripping water gets louder as he walks closer to the bathroom, and the trail of blood zig-zags across to the door, where two crimson handprints are plastered against the wood.
“Yixing?” He’s beginning to feel terrified, heartbeat irregular, breathing labored. “Yixing, are you all right? Are you in there?”
There’s no reply.
Minseok takes a deep breath and opens the door, steeling himself for whatever’s behind the wall and blood. The dripping sound increases, and there’s blood everywhere, oh my god-
Yixing’s body is floating in a pool of shattered ice in the bathtub, the water stained with his blood. It’s okay, Minseokie. You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll take care of him for you.
I know all of your deepest, darkest secrets. Don’t worry about it.
十三 (thirteen)
The wind chimes are ringing again.
Minseok staggers to his feet, clawing at the floor, hands slippery with Yixing’s blood, panting, gasping. Step (the wind chimes are ringing) and pause, only to turn around to see nothing (the wind chimes are ringing). Breathing becomes labored (the wind chimes are ringing), there’s nowhere to run anymore (the wind chimes are ringing), there’s blood all over his hands, Yixing’s blood (the wind chimes are ringing), and someone’s laughing in the distance, someone who sounds like Luhan (the wind chimes are ringing).
“Nice of you to drop by.”
Luhan’s standing beside him, fingers running gently across his jawline, tapping Minseok’s lips and then tracing lines across his throat. “Did you even try to escape?”
“Stop…” His breathing is too ragged, heartbeat too quick.
“Why should I?” Luhan’s teeth are sharp and jagged, bloodstained. His eyes are completely black, reflecting the light, mouth twisted in a mirthless grin. He’s beautiful, captivating, utterly terrifying. “Look into my eyes, Minseok. Look into my eyes.”
He forces himself to look into the abyss of Luhan’s pupils, falling down, down, down, down, down like when they first meet, but this time, he’s dying for real, trapped forever.
“You should have stayed away,” Luhan croons, kissing Minseok’s lips, down his jaw and throat, to his collarbone. “You should have stayed away before it was too late. But it’s okay. It won’t hurt. I promise.”
“Stay away from me,” Minseok finally manages to croak, but he’s too weak to resist Luhan’s grip, Luhan’s voice, Luhan’s addiction. “Stay…away…from…me…”
Luhan’s voice whispers one last time into his ear, sickly sweet and quiet, arms wrapping gently around his neck, squeezing gently, not tight enough to choke. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. Let’s have some fun, Minseokie.”
The wind chimes are ringing again.
a/n: raughs what the frick is this I CAN'T WRITE HORROR TO SAVE MY LIFE OH MY GOSH I'M SO SORRY THIS ISN'T EVEN SCARY IN ANY WAY I FAIL I VOW TO NEVER WRITE HORROR EVER AGAIN ;A; also i hate formatting on lj so much omfg
forever love to shermaine (bluedveins) for betaing and making this sound coherent <3333