I tried more than five times and if I do it once more, I think I'll start crying :'( My voice isn't made for singing. I have zero confidence and a stupid complex because my voice is so quiet and hoarse.
Could you give me another trick, maybe? (No voice or video recording)
"Duijjang Kris, you are fine piece of ass. I could **** you all night long, Duijjang Kris"
What are drabbles? Sobbing, I shall forever be know as the fanfic writer who can't do anything under 500 words. (Also, warning for horror, creepy puppets and character death. Shoves it at you and cries.)
"Hey babe, I'm home!" Suho hears his boyfriend calling from the hallway and jumps up from the couch to greet him. "I have a present for you." Kris announces after scooping the smaller one up in his arms and kissing him on the mouth.
"Ohh, thank you! But why did you buy me a present? It's not my birthday and Christmas is still two months away?"
"Does one need a reason to give something to the one they love?" Kris says with a greasy wink which earns him a playful slap on the arm. They return to the living room where the TV is still running and Kris plops down on the couch with a sigh, pulling Suho towards him, watching his boyfriend unwrap the present.
"This is awesome! Where did you get it?" Suho exclaims when he finally pulls the last layer of wrapping paper away to reveal an ancient looking, wooden harlequin puppet. It looks old, paint a bit chipped and once colourful clothes faded and a bit stained, but nonetheless you can still see that it's crafted beautifully.
"Oh, I walked by the antique market on my way home and saw it on display. They said it's authentic but they couldn't sell it for what it's actually worth. Probably because it's not in a very good condition. But you said you liked antique toys, so I wanted to give it to you."
"You remember that?" Suho asks, incredulous because he's sure he only mentioned it once in passing. He leans in to kiss Kris again and murmurs "Thank you. I love you."
CLACK -- like a gunshot, the sudden noise makes Suho shriek and jump, but he laughs at himself when he realizes it's only the wooden mouth of the puppet that has dropped open. The faded yellow flower on its hat begins spinning slowly. He must've touched some kind of hidden mechanism. Interested, he takes a closer look at the puppet, wanting to find out if he can make other parts move, too.
"I'm going to take a bath." Kris announces, getting only a distracted hum in response. Suho has found a little screw on the back of the harlequin and he winds it up, not really expecting the mechanism to still be working, but to his surprise it does.
A tinny, creaky voice comes from it, the mouth moving up and down. Sometimes the monotonous sound gets stuck but it's still intelligible. "Le..t... me te- te- tell you a fairy tale. Once upon a ti...i... ime, there was a little mermaid."
As the puppet tells the ill-fated love story of the little mermaid who fell for a human prince and wanted to give up her life in the sea to be with him, eventually turning into sea foam, Suho listens, fascinated. TV forgotten, he watches the puppet he has placed on the coffee table talking, wooden mouth opening and closing, the flower on its head still spinning slowly.
CLASH - the sound of shattering glass rips Suho out of his trance. One of the picture frames has fallen to the floor, glass shards scattered everywhere. "Oh no..." Suho furrows his brow. That was one of his favourite picture of him and Kris! How could it have fallen from the coffee table? Oh, the puppet's arm has snapped up and must've toppled the picture frame over. The harlequin is moving its arms in staccato. It probably used to gesture along with the story when its mechanism was well oiled.
Suho sighs and goes to pick up the shards. At least the picture can still be saved. They'll just have to put it in a new frame. While Suho removes the broken shards carefully, the puppet gets stuck, repeating the same "k- k- k- k- k- k-" sound over and over again, mouth rattling faster and faster. It unnerves Suho and he tries to switch it off, but he can't find the screw with which he wound it up. That's really weird. He decides to take a closer look at it later, returning to cleaning up the glass shards on the floor for now.
And as luck -- or in this case, bad luck -- would have it, he cuts himself on the last piece of broken glass. "Oh fuck," he curses. The cut isn't deep but it bleeds quite a lot and he remembers that he should rinse it out in case he got any shards into the wound so he makes his way to the bathroom. He's kind of glad when he shuts the door behind himself and the eerie broken record sound of the harlequin is shut out.
"Hey," Kris greets him happily, head poking out from between mountains of bubbles, which lifts Suho's mood instantly. He remembers how he'd laughed when he learned for the first time that his tall and usually serious looking boyfriend has such an affinity for bubble baths. "Fuck, you're bleeding!" Water splashes as Kris lifts himself out of the bath, concern lacing his voice.
"Oh, it's nothing," Suho says calmly, already facing the sink, turning on the faucet. "One of the frames fell and I cut my hand on the glass. I'm just going to rinse it."
Kris makes to sit back down in the bathtub but his foot slips with a squeaking sound, there's a huge splash that has Suho whirling around and -- CLONK -- Kris hits his head on the edge of the bathtub and goes under.
"Kris!" Suho screams and drops in front of the bathtub, frantically trying to part the stupid bubbles that cover the whole water surface, not allowing him to see anything, but it's useless. There are so many that he can't shovel them aside, they just turn pink from the blood still seeping out of his wound and Kris still hasn't resurfaced. What if he's unconscious? Desperately, Suho plunges both hands into the water, blindly feeling for Kris's body to pull him up.
Where the fuck is he? The bathtub is just about big enough to fit Kris' lanky form and certainly not deep enough that Suho shouldn't be able to get a hold of him immediately. But somehow, no matter where he sticks his hands into the water, he can't feel him. Tears are welling up in his eyes because goddamn, he has to find Kris before he drowns! He can't see anything under those fucking bubbles!
The bathroom door swings open. "k- k- k- k- k-," the puppet sits in the doorway and it sends a cold shudder down Suho's spine. The inexplicable fear only makes him cry harder as he searches for Kris in the water, haunted by the clacking sound from the puppet. The mechanism slows and rewinds, the tinny voice once again starts telling a story.
"Let me te- tell you a fairy ta- ta- ta- tale. Once upon a time, there was a little steadfa- a- ast tin soldier." It rattles on an on about the one-legged toy soldier and his tragic love story, and Suho wants to scream. There are tears streaming down his face and he can't save his drowning boyfriend and the water is turning pink from his wound that won't stop bleeding and he's scared out of his mind by a fucking creepy moving doll. The sound of its voice is driving him crazy. He can't stand it anymore, jumping up to kick the door shut, but there are oily puddles splashed all over the floor and he slips, twisting his ankle with a nasty crack. Pain shoots up his leg and he's falling but he can catch himself with his arms slung over the edge of the bathtub.
"The- the- the boy threw the tin soldier into the fire," the puppet drones on and Suho can't take it anymore. He screams. "No, no, shut up! Shut the fuck up!" His leg is numb from pain and his arms where he caught himself on the edge of the tub hurt and Kris, oh god, Kris is still in the water and there's a smell like petrol in the air. Something clamps around Suho's arm and when he looks over the edge of the tub, it's Kris' hand and thank god, he's going to make it out of the bathtub by himself and then they can end this insanity but it's too hot. Kris' hand is too hot, it's burning Suho's arm and suddenly there are flames. The bubbles fizzle and burst and everything bursts into flames and it smells like petrol and Suho can't move because he can't feel his leg. A bloodcurling scream escapes him as a figure emerges from the burning surface of the water, shrouded in flames. It's Kris but he's disfigured, burning, charred flesh melting from his bones. Suho screams and screams, he can't tear his eyes away, even as smoke fills his lungs and he's swallowed by the inferno.
OHHHH MY GOD WHEEZIN G I ACTUALLY KIND OF REALLY LOVE YOU FOR DOING THIS WOW YOU AMAZING DARLINGGGGG PLS WRITE ME MORE KRISHO HORROR PLS THIS IS AWESOME ERRERRR I LOVE IT ACTUALLY OUO
CRYING REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I DON'T WRITE CHARACTER DEATH OTL
But I love me some ghost stories :3 I'm writing one, although it's not KrisHo, it's BaekTao. My pairings are all over the place, I can't pick favourites and unfortunately that means that I usually jump to the next one when I've written a certain pairing. I'm sure I'll write KrisHo again one day, though ^^
Really happy you like it~~~ <3
Edit, oops, almost forgot one of my tricks
"Duijjang Kris, you are fine piece of ass. I could **** you all night long, Duijjang Kris"
*art by me @molangs
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Trick me!
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Could you give me another trick, maybe? (No voice or video recording)
"Duijjang Kris, you are fine piece of ass. I could **** you all night long, Duijjang Kris"
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Graphic artist, lol, I wouldn't call myself that but I can attempt to draw and I can make fail edits in MS Paint!
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[Therefore, spoiler. This is part 1.]
"Hey babe, I'm home!" Suho hears his boyfriend calling from the hallway and jumps up from the couch to greet him. "I have a present for you." Kris announces after scooping the smaller one up in his arms and kissing him on the mouth.
"Ohh, thank you! But why did you buy me a present? It's not my birthday and Christmas is still two months away?"
"Does one need a reason to give something to the one they love?" Kris says with a greasy wink which earns him a playful slap on the arm. They return to the living room where the TV is still running and Kris plops down on the couch with a sigh, pulling Suho towards him, watching his boyfriend unwrap the present.
"This is awesome! Where did you get it?" Suho exclaims when he finally pulls the last layer of wrapping paper away to reveal an ancient looking, wooden harlequin puppet. It looks old, paint a bit chipped and once colourful clothes faded and a bit stained, but nonetheless you can still see that it's crafted beautifully.
"Oh, I walked by the antique market on my way home and saw it on display. They said it's authentic but they couldn't sell it for what it's actually worth. Probably because it's not in a very good condition. But you said you liked antique toys, so I wanted to give it to you."
"You remember that?" Suho asks, incredulous because he's sure he only mentioned it once in passing. He leans in to kiss Kris again and murmurs "Thank you. I love you."
CLACK -- like a gunshot, the sudden noise makes Suho shriek and jump, but he laughs at himself when he realizes it's only the wooden mouth of the puppet that has dropped open. The faded yellow flower on its hat begins spinning slowly. He must've touched some kind of hidden mechanism. Interested, he takes a closer look at the puppet, wanting to find out if he can make other parts move, too.
"I'm going to take a bath." Kris announces, getting only a distracted hum in response. Suho has found a little screw on the back of the harlequin and he winds it up, not really expecting the mechanism to still be working, but to his surprise it does.
A tinny, creaky voice comes from it, the mouth moving up and down. Sometimes the monotonous sound gets stuck but it's still intelligible. "Le..t... me te- te- tell you a fairy tale. Once upon a ti...i... ime, there was a little mermaid."
As the puppet tells the ill-fated love story of the little mermaid who fell for a human prince and wanted to give up her life in the sea to be with him, eventually turning into sea foam, Suho listens, fascinated. TV forgotten, he watches the puppet he has placed on the coffee table talking, wooden mouth opening and closing, the flower on its head still spinning slowly.
CLASH - the sound of shattering glass rips Suho out of his trance. One of the picture frames has fallen to the floor, glass shards scattered everywhere. "Oh no..." Suho furrows his brow. That was one of his favourite picture of him and Kris! How could it have fallen from the coffee table? Oh, the puppet's arm has snapped up and must've toppled the picture frame over. The harlequin is moving its arms in staccato. It probably used to gesture along with the story when its mechanism was well oiled.
Suho sighs and goes to pick up the shards. At least the picture can still be saved. They'll just have to put it in a new frame. While Suho removes the broken shards carefully, the puppet gets stuck, repeating the same "k- k- k- k- k- k-" sound over and over again, mouth rattling faster and faster. It unnerves Suho and he tries to switch it off, but he can't find the screw with which he wound it up. That's really weird. He decides to take a closer look at it later, returning to cleaning up the glass shards on the floor for now.
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And as luck -- or in this case, bad luck -- would have it, he cuts himself on the last piece of broken glass. "Oh fuck," he curses. The cut isn't deep but it bleeds quite a lot and he remembers that he should rinse it out in case he got any shards into the wound so he makes his way to the bathroom. He's kind of glad when he shuts the door behind himself and the eerie broken record sound of the harlequin is shut out.
"Hey," Kris greets him happily, head poking out from between mountains of bubbles, which lifts Suho's mood instantly. He remembers how he'd laughed when he learned for the first time that his tall and usually serious looking boyfriend has such an affinity for bubble baths. "Fuck, you're bleeding!" Water splashes as Kris lifts himself out of the bath, concern lacing his voice.
"Oh, it's nothing," Suho says calmly, already facing the sink, turning on the faucet. "One of the frames fell and I cut my hand on the glass. I'm just going to rinse it."
Kris makes to sit back down in the bathtub but his foot slips with a squeaking sound, there's a huge splash that has Suho whirling around and -- CLONK -- Kris hits his head on the edge of the bathtub and goes under.
"Kris!" Suho screams and drops in front of the bathtub, frantically trying to part the stupid bubbles that cover the whole water surface, not allowing him to see anything, but it's useless. There are so many that he can't shovel them aside, they just turn pink from the blood still seeping out of his wound and Kris still hasn't resurfaced. What if he's unconscious? Desperately, Suho plunges both hands into the water, blindly feeling for Kris's body to pull him up.
Where the fuck is he? The bathtub is just about big enough to fit Kris' lanky form and certainly not deep enough that Suho shouldn't be able to get a hold of him immediately. But somehow, no matter where he sticks his hands into the water, he can't feel him. Tears are welling up in his eyes because goddamn, he has to find Kris before he drowns! He can't see anything under those fucking bubbles!
The bathroom door swings open. "k- k- k- k- k-," the puppet sits in the doorway and it sends a cold shudder down Suho's spine. The inexplicable fear only makes him cry harder as he searches for Kris in the water, haunted by the clacking sound from the puppet. The mechanism slows and rewinds, the tinny voice once again starts telling a story.
"Let me te- tell you a fairy ta- ta- ta- tale. Once upon a time, there was a little steadfa- a- ast tin soldier." It rattles on an on about the one-legged toy soldier and his tragic love story, and Suho wants to scream. There are tears streaming down his face and he can't save his drowning boyfriend and the water is turning pink from his wound that won't stop bleeding and he's scared out of his mind by a fucking creepy moving doll. The sound of its voice is driving him crazy. He can't stand it anymore, jumping up to kick the door shut, but there are oily puddles splashed all over the floor and he slips, twisting his ankle with a nasty crack. Pain shoots up his leg and he's falling but he can catch himself with his arms slung over the edge of the bathtub.
"The- the- the boy threw the tin soldier into the fire," the puppet drones on and Suho can't take it anymore. He screams. "No, no, shut up! Shut the fuck up!" His leg is numb from pain and his arms where he caught himself on the edge of the tub hurt and Kris, oh god, Kris is still in the water and there's a smell like petrol in the air. Something clamps around Suho's arm and when he looks over the edge of the tub, it's Kris' hand and thank god, he's going to make it out of the bathtub by himself and then they can end this insanity but it's too hot. Kris' hand is too hot, it's burning Suho's arm and suddenly there are flames. The bubbles fizzle and burst and everything bursts into flames and it smells like petrol and Suho can't move because he can't feel his leg. A bloodcurling scream escapes him as a figure emerges from the burning surface of the water, shrouded in flames. It's Kris but he's disfigured, burning, charred flesh melting from his bones. Suho screams and screams, he can't tear his eyes away, even as smoke fills his lungs and he's swallowed by the inferno.
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TAKE ALL THE CANDIES, MY DEAR <3
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But I love me some ghost stories :3 I'm writing one, although it's not KrisHo, it's BaekTao. My pairings are all over the place, I can't pick favourites and unfortunately that means that I usually jump to the next one when I've written a certain pairing. I'm sure I'll write KrisHo again one day, though ^^
Really happy you like it~~~ <3
Edit, oops, almost forgot one of my tricks
"Duijjang Kris, you are fine piece of ass. I could **** you all night long, Duijjang Kris"
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she gave me a trick already haha
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OMG I SAW THE TRICK! :D PLEASE LINK ME WHEN YOU DID THE READING!
Edit, oops, almost forgot one of my tricks
"Duijjang Kris, you are fine piece of ass. I could **** you all night long, Duijjang Kris"
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DRAMATIC READING OF EORYNDAL'S KRISHO PUPPET FIC FOR ME PLS
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