my first suju fic, oh my
Title: Carry On My Wayward Son
Author: hotfruits
Rating: R (dark subject/gore/swearing)
Word Count: 5429
Characters: Super Junior!15. Mainly Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Zhou Mi and Henry.
Disclaimer: Do not own Super Junior.
Summary: Supernatural!AU. Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Zhou Mi and Henry are hunters, who go to Seoul after a friend of theirs, Father Siwon, tells them about a recent stint of murders. They begin to investigate the case, but the further they get in, the more horrendous it becomes.
Written for yampanda, I hope you like it!
and thank you to notochrasy for beta'ing it!
He dropped the knife in his hand, sending it clattering to the floor. He stared at his hands in amazement; they were red, covered in his thick blood, under his fingernails and dripping down his wrists.
“I loved you,” he whispered, his eyes trailing over his dark eyes, glazed over in death, his full lips, slowly losing their color.
Turning around, he grabbed the gun off of their nightstand and pointed it to his head. Closing his eyes, he sighed as he pulled the trigger.
Kyuhyun slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the sleep as he tried to move his stiff limbs. They had gotten in late last night, around three in the morning, and judging by the blue hue in the sky, it was probably only around six now.
“I feel like shit,” Kyuhyun groaned as he rolled over, almost kneeing Sungmin who was sitting up, leaning against the headrest as he cleaned his bloodied knives.
“I can imagine, that vampire knocked you around good,” Sungmin said, glancing over at Kyuhyun with a small smile. The other glared, not in the mood for Sungmin and his cheeriness so early, and after so little sleep. Sungmin sighed and returned to cleaning his knives, meticulously removing the blood from the blades.
“Where are the others?” Kyuhyun asked after a few moments of silence, sitting up in the bed next to Sungmin,
“They went to get breakfast,” Sungmin replied, setting down his cleaned knives. “Kyuhyun,” he started, his smile uneasy, “We’ve got another case.”
“Fuck!” Kyuhyun swore, punching the bed and causing Sungmin to jump.
“I know,” Sungmin laid a hand on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, only to have it shaken off. He frowned, but shrugged it off, adding, “Normally I’d ask you first if it was okay, but the case is from Father Siwon.”
Kyuhyun’s interests perked up that bit of information. “Father Siwon? The priest, from Seoul?”
Sungmin nodded, “Remember, he helped us exorcise that demon, Hyukjae?”
“Oh,” Kyuhyun said, drawing out the word as realization dawned on him. “Oh, okay. So, when we do leave?” he asked, and Sungmin noted with a roll of his eyes, Kyuhyun’s complete change in emotion.
“As soon as we’re done eating,” Sungmin said, just as the door opened and Henry and Zhou Mi came stumbling in, each carrying a plastic bag from the restaurant up the street. The two came over to the bed and sat down, placing the bags in the middle of their circle. They each grabbed a container from within the bag and began to eat, quickly shoveling the food into their mouth.
“So, we have a new case?” Zhou Mi asked Sungmin in between bites, a few grains of rice not making it into his mouth.
“Yup,” Sungmin swallowed another bite, setting down his food in front of him, “It’s in Seoul.” He leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed his laptop, placing it in his lap as he opened it up and faced the screen towards the group. There was a picture of a young man, with spiky hair and a small grin.
“Kim Kibum, age 23. He was found dead in his apartment, bled out from multiple stab wounds to the chest.”
Sungmin opened up another tab, showing them a picture of a man with long hair and high cheekbones.
“Kim Heechul, age 27. Same scenario.”
Sungmin opened up the last tab, revealing a picture of a chubby-cheeked man with big eye smiles.
“Kim Youngwoon, age 26. Again, same scenario.”
Sungmin closed his laptop and placed it back on the floor, resuming his previous activity of eating.
“That’s not normal,” Henry commented, throwing his empty food container back into the bag.
“I know,” Sungmin cleared his throat, “And get this, all three victims lived in the same apartment building, and they all had boyfriends.”
The others’ eyes widened at this fact, and they looked at one another in confusion. “Yeah, definitely not normal,” Henry said again, the others nodding with him.
Sungmin finished his last bite, swallowing before he said, “Yeah, that’s why I told Father Siwon we would check it out. My guess it’s an angry ghost, but I’ve never heard of one targeting only gay people before.”
“It might not be a gay thing,” Kyuhyun spoke up, “Maybe there’s something else these guys have in common?”
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Sungmin yawned, “Which is why you guys are going to talk to the boyfriends. Zhou Mi, you’ve got Han Geng. Kyuhyun, you’ve got Lee Donghae, and Henry, you’ve got Park Jungsu.”
“And what are you going to do?” Kyuhyun asked, his eyes narrowing.
Sungmin grinned, “I’m going to the cemetery.”
***
Straightening his tie, Kyuhyun smoothed down his slicked hair before knocking on the door, waiting for it to open. After a few moments, he heard footsteps rushing towards the door, and then it was thrown open, revealing a flush, and shirtless, man.
“Lee Donghae?” Kyuhyun asked, smirking inwardly as the man nodded, running a hand through his wet hair. He must have just gotten out of the shower. “Hello, my name is Officer Choi Minho, I’m from the Seoul Police Department,” Kyuhyun grabbed his badge from his belt and held it up, flipping it open to reveal his fake ID. “I have a few questions, concerning the death of your boyfriend, Kim Kibum.”
“Oh,” Donghae shook his head, stepping aside so Kyuhyun could enter the apartment. “Of course, but the officer who came last week said there weren’t anymore questions.”
“We found some new evidence, and just wanted to hear your story again,” Kyuhyun easily lied, taking a seat on the stained couch. His eyes wandered around Donghae’s apartment, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he eyed the dirty dishes in the sink, the pile of clothes in the corner and the old takeout boxes in the kitchen, being attacked by flies.
“I’m sorry about the mess,” Donghae sat beside him, relaxing heavily into the couch. “It’s just, it’s been really hard after Kibum died.
“It was our movie night,” Donghae began, his eyes already watering up, “Kibum and I had been dating for awhile, so I had a key to his place. I let myself in, and the whole place was quiet,” Donghae looked down, his sadness displayed on his face. “Kibum was a quiet guy by nature, but he wasn’t this quiet. I called his name and when I got no response, I began looking for him. I, I found him in the hallway,” Donghae paused, his hand over his mouth as he let out a sob. “There was blood everywhere, and I called emergency but I knew he was already dead. No one can bleed that much and survive.”
“I’m sorry, I know this is very hard for you,” Kyuhyun reached out and rubbed Donghae’s back, uncomfortable with the sympathetic act. “Is that all?”
Donghae quickly nodded, and Kyuhyun could tell that he was hiding something else. He straightened in his seat, turning towards Donghae with a frown. “Donghae, you do know that it’s against the law to withhold information from the police, right?”
Donghae winced, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I, I know,” he stuttered, swallowing heavily, “I’ve told the police everything, I swear.”
“I think you’re hiding something though, Donghae,” Kyuhyun stared down at the man, giving him his ‘serious cop’ face. “Do you really want to spend a night in jail?”
Donghae shook his head, a few tears running down his cheeks. “I didn’t want to say anything, because I knew it would make Kibum look bad. I loved him,” he turned towards Kyuhyun, fully crying, “But he had a bad temper sometimes.”
“What do you mean?” Kyuhyun asked, his voice growing quiet.
“He would hit me,” Donghae whispered, his lip trembling. “Telling me if I ever left him, it would be the last thing I’d do. I was so scared, I wanted to run as far away as possible but I loved him, no matter how cruel he was.”
Kyuhyun could feel his stomach tying into knots, his throat closing up as he watched Donghae unravel, listening to his broken-hearted sobs.
He’s only five years old when his sister Ahra grabs a gun from behind the night stand and points it at the window, her shoulders shaking in fear. The shtriga is scratching at the window, its long fingernails creating eerie shadows in their hotel room.
“Ahra, I’m scared,” Kyuhyun whispers, cuddling close to his sister. She shushes him, tells him to be quiet so she can concentrate on the shot.
The window begins to open, slowly, creaking and Kyuhyun clutches Ahra’s side tighter, whimpering. The Shritga enters the room, its long cape billowing as it floats over to them.
“Ahra,” Kyuhyun’s breath stops as the monster comes closer, “Ahra,” he says again, more frantically, shaking her. “Ahra!” he screams as the monster bends down and he sees its disfigured face.
“Die you bastard!” Ahra shouts and shoots the monster right in the face, the gun recoiling and nearly hitting Kyuhyun. The monster falls back, twitching on the floor of their hotel room.
Eventually, it stops, and the monster lays dead on their floor until their parents come back from their hunt and dispose it. Their dad congratulates Ahra with a proud hug, while their mom holds Kyuhyun close, explaining to him once again that this is their life.
That this is his life.
Zhou Mi takes a seat as he enters Han Geng’s home, smiling when the older Chinese man offers him a cup of tea. He takes it and sips at it gingerly, breathing in the sweet aroma that reminded him of home.
“I’m sorry we have to put you through this again,” Zhou Mi apologizes as Han Geng sits beside him, a tissue already dabbing at his damp eyes. “We found some new evidence at the scene, so we need to see how this evidence fits into your story.”
“No, I understand,” Geng sighs, taking a drink from his own cup, “It’s just difficult, I completely uprooted my life in China just to be with him here.”
Zhou Mi laid a hand on Geng’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.
“Heechul wasn’t feeling too well, so I went over to his apartment to take care of him,” Geng starts, grabbing another tissue. “I got in but it was really quiet, and I knew instantly that something was wrong. I set down the food I had brought for him in the kitchen and went looking for him,” Geng paused, blowing his nose, “I found him in the hallway, bleeding. I tried to perform CPR on him but he was already gone.”
“Is that all, Han Geng?” Zhou Mi asked, leaning forward so he could look into Zhou Mi’s. “Is there’s something else you want to tell me, please. Any information, even the smallest of things, can help us with this case.”
Geng wiped at his eyes, using his coat sleeve. “Like what, officer Qian?” he asked, turning towards Zhou Mi.
“Well, you know,” Zhou Mi gestured with his hand, “Did Heechul have any enemies, did you notice anything strange in his apartment after you found him, just anything.”
Geng shook his head, “No, nothing like that, but,” he paused, looking scared.
“But?” Zhou Mi prodded, setting his cup of tea down on the table.
“Heechul and I had problems,” he said in a quiet voice, his hands beginning to shake. “I loved him but he always doubted me, was always scared I’d leave him. At one point I thought about it, I just couldn’t take his insecurities anymore. He,” Geng choked up, and then lifted up his shirt, revealing a nasty scar on his stomach.
“He burned me with his straight iron, told me if I ever left him, I’d regret it. Heechul wasn’t big, but he scared the hell out of me, I didn’t know what to do,” Geng began to cry harder, tears running down his cheeks. “And then he died.”
Zhou Mi scooted over and pulled Geng into a one-armed hug, a theory forming in his head.
Zhou Mi is eighteen when he steps off the plane, and his eyes widened in amazement as he sees the tall buildings in the distance. He adjusts the backpack on his shoulders and begins walking through the airport, smiling as he reads the various shop signs in Korean, understanding about half of them.
He makes it to the baggage claim area and quickly locates his two suitcases, grabbing them off of the conveyer belt -
Zhou Mi is nineteen, nearly twenty when he finds himself tied up to a chair, sweating profusely and his body aching. There’s blood dripping from his mouth, and his eyes feel terribly heavy as he sags forward.
Someone begins untying him, and he screams out as they pick him up and move him to the floor, gently laying him down. There’s three men, their faces blurring together as Zhou Mi struggles to stay awake.
“You, you,” Zhou Mi coughed, his eyes watering, “You saved me. She’s gone, I don’t feel her presence anymore.”
“You remember being possessed?” one of the men asks, and Zhou Mi nods. He remembers it all, slitting that girl’s throat, ripping that man’s heart out, killing people left and right and not being able to do a damn thing about it.
Henry nervously smoothes down his coat, making sure he’s got the right fake ID in hand. Last time he had to impersonate an officer, he accidentally used his health inspector ID and almost ruined their case.
The door opened and Henry jumped, whipping out his ID. “Hi, I’m Jay Park, and I had a few questions to ask you about the death of your boyfriend.”
Jungsu leaned against the doorframe, giving Henry an incredulous stare. “Aren’t you a bit young to be an officer?”
“Oh, well, I’m new!” Henry smiled nervously, “And my supervisor asked me to come down here and talk to you, because we found some new evidence at the apartment.”
Jungsu frowned, “Alright, come in,” he said, walking away from the door and going towards the couch. Henry closed it behind him and followed Jungsu, sitting down beside him on the couch.
“I went to Youngwoon’s apartment. It was quiet, because he was dead,” Jungsu said bitterly, pulling his knees to his chest. “End of story.”
“Um, you sure?” Henry asked, thinking back to the text Zhou Mi had sent him moments before he arrived at Jungsu’s apartment. “You and Youngwoon weren’t having any…problems?”
Jungsu turned towards Henry, glaring at him angrily. “What are you suggesting?”
“We found evidence that Youngwoon was abusive,” Henry said carefully, watching Jungsu’s reactions, “And if he was abusive, that could give you a motive to…” he paused, trailing off. Judging by the horrified look Jungsu shot him, he knew the other got the message loud and clear.
“I would never hurt Youngwoon,” Jungsu hissed, his anger back again. “Yeah, fine, maybe he was a shitty boyfriend who at times beat the hell out of me, that doesn’t mean I killed him!”
Jungsu grabbed Henry by the arm and hauled him to his feet, shoving him towards the door. “Get out!” he cried, collapsing back onto the couch. “Get out!”
Henry quickly left, and as soon as he was outside, he pulled out his phone and called Zhou Mi.
He’s running through the woods, jumping over rocks and loose tree branches; his lungs are burning but he keeps running. If he stops, the monster with the wings will get him, and it’ll tear him apart and eat him, just like in the stories.
He jumps over another rock, but when he lands, his ankle twists and he falls to the ground with a cry. He begins to crawl, sobbing but it’s pointless, the monster is going to catch him and he’s going to die.
“I’ve got you,” a strong voice suddenly says, and he finds himself being lifted up. He throws his arms around the stranger’s neck, shaking in fear, asking what happened to the monster.
“We killed it,” the man says, and he unburies his face from the man’s neck and looks up at him in amazement, and in adoration.
“I’m Sam,” the man says, smiling, “Who are you?’
“Henry,” he answers, and someday, he’s going to be strong and brave like this man.
Sungmin hopped the fence into the cemetery, picking up his bag of supplies off the ground. Throwing it back over his shoulder, he made his way through the cemetery grounds, keeping an eye out for a particular name.
He had done his research back at their hotel, and apparently, Kim Youngwoon hadn’t been cremated after he died. It didn’t seem likely that he was the ghost, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Locating his grave, Sungmin set down his bag and pulled out a shovel, and began digging up the dirt over Youngwoon’s casket. It was a difficult job to do alone, but Sungmin managed and twenty minutes later, he was standing over the wooden casket. Using the shovel, Sungmin cracked the casket open, and although he was holding his breath, he still gagged at the rotten smell, his hand flying to his mouth.
Climbing out of hole, he grabbed a bag of salt and shook some onto Youngwoon’s decomposing body. Next, he poured some lighter fluid into the grave, shaking it around and spreading it throughout the hole. Last, he grabbed a lighter and flicked it on, before tossing the burning flame into the grave and sending it ablaze.
Quickly, Sungmin gathered his things and ran out of the cemetery, hopping the fence once again on his way out. He rushed towards his car and yanked the door open, flinging himself inside. Tossing his bag into the backseat, Sungmin was about to start the car when his phone began ringing, interrupting him.
“Hey Mimi,” Sungmin sighed as he answered the phone, “Burned the body, about to lea-”
Sungmin stopped, his hand resting on the steering wheel as he listened to Zhou Mi talk. When the other was done, he cursed, prompting Zhou Mi to ask what’s wrong.
“We’re definitely dealing with a ghost here,” Sungmin said, “A very angry ghost. This isn’t going to be easy.”
“When is it ever?” Zhou Mi asked, and Sungmin groaned, his head falling onto the steering wheel.
Sungmin’s hands are shaking when his dad hands him the wooden stake, and he thinks for a second that is he too young for this, too young to be hunting monsters and too young to be so scared of the world around him, the world his parents dragged him into.
“I don’t want to do this,” Sungmin says, and his voice sounds weak, even to himself. His dad looks down at him and sighs, laying a strong hand on his shoulder.
“I know son, but it has to be us, I won’t let anyone else,” his dad stops, choking up again but he quickly shakes it off. “Come on, let’s do this.”
They enter the vampires nest, quietly sneaking past the sleeping monsters on the floor. Sungmin looks around, clutching the wooden stake close to him, trying to not breathe too loudly.
“There she is,” his dad says, and he follows him over towards the hammocks in the corner. They approach her, and even though she’s a monster now, she’s still beautiful and wonderful.
She’s still his mom.
“Give me the stake,” his dad commands, and he dips the tip of the stake into the bottle of dead man’s blood they had collected last night.
“Get ready to run,” his dad sighs, and he holds the stake above his head.
Her screams of pain still haunt him.
“Look at this,” Sungmin plops onto the bed next to Henry, smiling when the younger boy lays his head on his shoulder. “About twenty years ago, another gay man died from multiple stabbed wounds at the victims’ apartment building.”
“What killed him?” Zhou Mi asks, his head propped up on his elbows as he yawns.
Sungmin reads more of the article, his brows pulling together as he frowns. Henry reads along with him, and he gasps, “Oh my god, it all makes sense!”
“What?” Kyuhyun asks, feeling mildly annoyed as the two solve the case.
Henry grabbed Sungmin’s laptop and handed it to Kyuhyun, who took it and placed it in front of Zhou Mi, so the two could read the article together. There were two pictures, one of an attractive looking couple; a small man with delicate features, handing another man a wrapped Christmas present. The other picture though was a lot more gruesome, the delicate man sprawled across the floor, covered in blood and the other man, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the head.
“Kim Ryeowook, age 23, and Kim Jongwoon, age 26...”
“I can’t take it anymore, Shin,” Ryeowook cried into the phone, taking his suitcase from the closet, laying it out on the floor, “Jongwoon, he’s just, I love him but-”
“He’s a bastard Ryeowook!” Shindong, Ryeowook’s best friend from university, said into the phone, “How the hell can you love him?”
“I just do,” Ryeowook sniffed, opening his drawer and grabbing his clothes, throwing them into the suitcase. “I know it’s stupid but I can’t help the way I feel, Jongwoon means everything to me.”
“Yeah, it is stupid! I mean Jesus Ryeowook, he broke your fucking arm because you got home too late,” Shindong sighed, aggravated, “And that’s not even the worst of it!”
“I know,” Ryeowook glanced at his vanity mirror, his right eye nearly swollen shut. “Look, I better hurry and finish packing, I’ll call you when I’m at my parents place.”
“Take care man, I love you,” Shindong said, and Ryeowook smiled, hanging up the phone.
It didn’t take him long to get his things together, and soon Ryeowook was packed. He picked up his suitcase and headed into the living room, setting it down on the couch. Walking over to the TV, Ryeowook grabbed the framed photo that sat on top of it and sighed, hugging it close to his chest.
A door opened, and Ryeowook gasped, the photo falling to the floor and shattering. Jongwoon stared at him in confusion, before he noticed the suitcase on the couch.
“You’re leaving me,” is all Jongwoon said, his eyes tearing up, “Ryeowook, I thought you loved me.”
“I-I do,” Ryeowook stuttered, shaking in fear as Jongwoon approached him. “I do, but baby, you-you need help.”
Jongwoon stopped, and slammed his fist into the wall, causing Ryeowook to shriek. “I don’t need help!” he screamed, and Ryeowook ran for it, speeding down the hall and back into their room.
He slammed the door shut behind him and locked it, before grabbing the phone off the nightstand. He ducked into the closet and quickly dialed emergency, waiting, cringing every time Jongwoon pounded on the door.
“Hello, what is your emergency?” a lady answered on the other line, and Ryeowook began to sob.
“Please, please you have to help me, my boyfriend, I think he’s going to kill me!” Ryeowook shouted, bringing his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth.
“Okay, sir, calm down,” the lady said, “We’ve got your address and the police are on the way now, just hold on.”
Just then, the door smashed open and Ryeowook screamed, clutching the phone tightly in his hand. Jongwoon approached the closet and yanked the door opened, and Ryeowook cried harder, dropping the phone when Jongwoon grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him out of the closet.
“Please, Jongwoon, I’m sorry!” Ryeowook scratched at the floor, causing one of his nails to chip off. “Please, please stop!
Jongwoon flipped him around, and that’s when Ryeowook saw it, eyes widening in fear. The large knife shined under the fluorescent light, held loosely in Jongwoon’s hand.
“You can’t leave me,” he said with a frown, and brought the knife down into Ryeowook’s stomach.
“This is just,” Zhou Mi shook his head, bringing a hand to his eyes. Henry nodded and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Ryeowook is attacking other men who abuse their boyfriends, killing them in the same way he was murdered,” Sungmin said quietly, his eyes filling up with tears. “That poor man, I can’t even imagine-”
“Don’t,” Kyuhyun hissed, “Don’t try to sympathize, Ryeowook is still a monster and we still have to hunt him.”
Sungmin turned towards Kyuhyun with a glare, wiping at his eyes, “You’re such a bastard, Kyuhyun, seriously. Yeah, Ryeowook is a monster, but the people he killed weren’t exactly innocent either!”
“Guys!” Henry interrupts, his hands in the air, “Either way, we need to put Ryeowook’s spirit at rest. Right?” he looked between the two, giving them a knowing stare. “We need to figure out if he was buried, and where, or if he was cremated. Maybe his blood is still in the apartment somewhere.”
“I’ll look into the death certificate,” Sungmin says and grabs his laptop from Zhou Mi, busily typing away. Kyuhyun sits there and glowers at him for a moment, before getting up and grabbing his coat, putting it on.
“Where are you going?” Zhou Mi asks, but Kyuhyun is already out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
“Why are you like this?” Sungmin tears up, his shoulders shaking as his breath comes out in shaky pants. “You’re so detached, from everything. How can you not feel sympathy for these people?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t answer, just takes another shot of whiskey and pushes Sungmin away, emotionally and physically.
Sungmin isn’t too surprised to see that both Jongwoon and Ryeowook were cremated after their deaths, which means that Henry was right; there is something in their apartment that is tying Ryeowook to this world, causing him to lash out and kill.
The group stand outside the apartment, and Kyuhyun is diligently picking the lock, his eyes narrowed in concentration. It clicks, and he opens the door, leading the group into the room.
“Let’s get this done quick,” Kyuhyun says, and he flips the light switch, but the room remains dark. “We’re looking for hair, nails, blood, anything, okay?”
The others nod, and they split up, searching the apartment. Henry enters the kitchen and looks around, but sees nothing out of the ordinary. He goes into the living room and begins to help Zhou Mi, examining the carpets for any loose hairs or clipped nails.
Sungmin wanders through the hallway and into the bathroom. Turning on his flashlight, he almost jumps when he sees his reflection in the mirror, shining creepily back at him. Chuckling to himself, Sungmin shakes his head and looks around, keeping an eye out for any part of Ryeowook that might be in here.
Kyuhyun enters the bedroom, and immediately his breath turns cold. “Oh fuc-”
The door shuts behind him, and Kyuhyun tries to open it but it won’t budge. Feeling a shiver run down his back, Kyuhyun slowly turns around and finds Ryeowook, pale and bloody Ryeowook, staring at him in anger.
He reaches for his gun, but before he can get a good grip on it, Ryeowook lifts his hand and sends it flying across the room, crashing into the wall.
“Sungmin!” Kyuhyun screams, and he hears the other running down the hall, trying to open the door. A moment later, and the door shakes from under him, Sungmin’s fists pounding on it.
“The door won’t budge!” Sungmin yells from the other side, and then Kyuhyun can feel Sungmin’s body slamming into the door, causing it to shake.
Ryeowook takes a step towards him, his body shaking and then he’s right in front of Kyuhyun, growling.
“He deserves better than you,” Ryeowook says in a whisper, and Kyuhyun freezes, eyes widening in terror as he notices the knife in Ryeowook’s hand.
“He loves you, but you’re just cruel to him,” Ryeowook grabs him by the throat with his free hand, easily lifting Kyuhyun into the air.
“Please,” Ryeowook begged, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to not choke on his own blood. “I won’t leave, I promise, just please-” Ryeowook screamed in pain as the knife stabbed him again, the pain searing through his chest.
“Please stop!” Ryeowook screamed, crying hard, coughing up blood. “Please, I love you, I swear!
Jongwoon sighed, shaking his head sadly as he watched Ryeowook, cowering below him, whimpering like an injured animal.
“I wish I could, but we both know you’re lying,” he said, leaning forward and stroking Ryeowook’s cheek, brushing away his tears. “You’re always going to try and leave me, love, and I can’t let you. Don’t you know?” he smiled, “I love you.”
Kyuhyun screamed when Ryeowook tossed him to the floor, his shoulder taking most of the hit. He could hear the bone cracking when he tried to sit up, and so he fell back down, hissing in pain.
“Kyuhyun!” Sungmin shouts, and Kyuhyun can see that the door is beginning to splinter, “Hold on!”
“You hear that?” Ryeowook asks, glancing over his shoulder at the door, “Sungmin is a nice man, he’s always there for you. He should leave you, but he doesn’t. Just like how Geng and Jungsu and Donghae wouldn’t leave their boyfriends,” he turns back towards Kyuhyun, appearing right in front of him. “That’s why I killed them, I saved them from becoming like me.”
Kyuhyun shakes, his voice caught in his throat as Ryeowook kneels onto the floor, staring at knife in his hand. “And now, I’m going to kill you too.”
He began to bring the knife down upon Kyuhyun, but he managed to catch Ryeowook’s wrist before the blade made contact with his skin. Kyuhyun gritted his teeth as he struggled with Ryeowook, trying to buy himself just a little more time.
“Please, stop,” Kyuhyun begged as Ryeowook began to overpower him, the tip of the knife pressing into his skin. Ryeowook pressed harder, and Kyuhyun gasped when the knife cut into his stomach, making a small trail of blood ooze out.
Just then, the door broke open and Sungmin came through, gun in hand. He shot Ryeowook, causing him to disappear.
“We don’t have long!” Sungmin shouted, and Henry and Zhou Mi began to examine the room as Sungmin ran to Kyuhyun, dropping to his knees. “Are you okay?” he asked, laying a hand on Kyuhyun’s cheek.
Kyuhyun nodded, his eyes watering as he grabbed Sungmin’s hand into his own. “Min,” he said, using the old nickname he hadn’t used in awhile, “I’m-”
“We found a fingernail!” Henry called out, and he quickly covered it in salt while Zhou Mi poured some lighter fluid onto it, and Henry dropped the nail as he lit it on fire.
Ryeowook reappeared, but only for a second as he burst into flames, before disappearing again.
Kyuhyun sighed, releasing the breath he had been holding. He relaxed into Sungmin’s arms, his eyes falling shut as the others exchanged a smile.
Ryeowook smiled as he handed Jongwoon his Christmas present, and from the corner of his eye he could see a camera flash. He sighed, rolling his eyes in amusement as his mom giggled, showing the picture to his dad.
“Merry Christmas, Jongwoon,” Ryeowook said as Jongwoon took the present from his hands, placing it on his lap so he could unwrap it.
“I love you,” Ryeowook said, and Jongwoon looked up, smiling.
“I love you too Wookie, forever.”
Kyuhyun bit down on the sock in his mouth as Sungmin pushed his shoulder back into place. He then spit the sock out and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from Zhou Mi’s hand, taking a long swig.
“Alright, you’re all fixed,” Sungmin smiled, gently massaging Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “How do you feel?”
“Like shit,” Kyuhyun chuckled, setting the bottle down in his lap. Grabbing the hand on his shoulder, Kyuhyun gave it a squeeze, saying in a soft voice, “Thank you for being here, Min.”
“I wouldn’t ever leave,” Sungmin replied, and Kyuhyun smiled, looking away.
“You guys,” Zhou Mi laughed, and Henry cooed at them, making kissy faces. Kyuhyun glared and got up, tackling Henry to the bed and bringing him into a headlock, giving him a noogie.
Sungmin rolled his eyes, but he continued to smile as he watched the two, exchanging an amused glance with Zhou Mi.
“It’s not so bad, right?” Zhou Mi asked, referring to their crazy, dangerous and homicidal lifestyle.
Sungmin chuckled, shaking his head, “Nah, not too bad at all.”
Author: hotfruits
Rating: R (dark subject/gore/swearing)
Word Count: 5429
Characters: Super Junior!15. Mainly Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Zhou Mi and Henry.
Disclaimer: Do not own Super Junior.
Summary: Supernatural!AU. Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Zhou Mi and Henry are hunters, who go to Seoul after a friend of theirs, Father Siwon, tells them about a recent stint of murders. They begin to investigate the case, but the further they get in, the more horrendous it becomes.
Written for yampanda, I hope you like it!
and thank you to notochrasy for beta'ing it!
He dropped the knife in his hand, sending it clattering to the floor. He stared at his hands in amazement; they were red, covered in his thick blood, under his fingernails and dripping down his wrists.
“I loved you,” he whispered, his eyes trailing over his dark eyes, glazed over in death, his full lips, slowly losing their color.
Turning around, he grabbed the gun off of their nightstand and pointed it to his head. Closing his eyes, he sighed as he pulled the trigger.
Kyuhyun slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the sleep as he tried to move his stiff limbs. They had gotten in late last night, around three in the morning, and judging by the blue hue in the sky, it was probably only around six now.
“I feel like shit,” Kyuhyun groaned as he rolled over, almost kneeing Sungmin who was sitting up, leaning against the headrest as he cleaned his bloodied knives.
“I can imagine, that vampire knocked you around good,” Sungmin said, glancing over at Kyuhyun with a small smile. The other glared, not in the mood for Sungmin and his cheeriness so early, and after so little sleep. Sungmin sighed and returned to cleaning his knives, meticulously removing the blood from the blades.
“Where are the others?” Kyuhyun asked after a few moments of silence, sitting up in the bed next to Sungmin,
“They went to get breakfast,” Sungmin replied, setting down his cleaned knives. “Kyuhyun,” he started, his smile uneasy, “We’ve got another case.”
“Fuck!” Kyuhyun swore, punching the bed and causing Sungmin to jump.
“I know,” Sungmin laid a hand on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, only to have it shaken off. He frowned, but shrugged it off, adding, “Normally I’d ask you first if it was okay, but the case is from Father Siwon.”
Kyuhyun’s interests perked up that bit of information. “Father Siwon? The priest, from Seoul?”
Sungmin nodded, “Remember, he helped us exorcise that demon, Hyukjae?”
“Oh,” Kyuhyun said, drawing out the word as realization dawned on him. “Oh, okay. So, when we do leave?” he asked, and Sungmin noted with a roll of his eyes, Kyuhyun’s complete change in emotion.
“As soon as we’re done eating,” Sungmin said, just as the door opened and Henry and Zhou Mi came stumbling in, each carrying a plastic bag from the restaurant up the street. The two came over to the bed and sat down, placing the bags in the middle of their circle. They each grabbed a container from within the bag and began to eat, quickly shoveling the food into their mouth.
“So, we have a new case?” Zhou Mi asked Sungmin in between bites, a few grains of rice not making it into his mouth.
“Yup,” Sungmin swallowed another bite, setting down his food in front of him, “It’s in Seoul.” He leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed his laptop, placing it in his lap as he opened it up and faced the screen towards the group. There was a picture of a young man, with spiky hair and a small grin.
“Kim Kibum, age 23. He was found dead in his apartment, bled out from multiple stab wounds to the chest.”
Sungmin opened up another tab, showing them a picture of a man with long hair and high cheekbones.
“Kim Heechul, age 27. Same scenario.”
Sungmin opened up the last tab, revealing a picture of a chubby-cheeked man with big eye smiles.
“Kim Youngwoon, age 26. Again, same scenario.”
Sungmin closed his laptop and placed it back on the floor, resuming his previous activity of eating.
“That’s not normal,” Henry commented, throwing his empty food container back into the bag.
“I know,” Sungmin cleared his throat, “And get this, all three victims lived in the same apartment building, and they all had boyfriends.”
The others’ eyes widened at this fact, and they looked at one another in confusion. “Yeah, definitely not normal,” Henry said again, the others nodding with him.
Sungmin finished his last bite, swallowing before he said, “Yeah, that’s why I told Father Siwon we would check it out. My guess it’s an angry ghost, but I’ve never heard of one targeting only gay people before.”
“It might not be a gay thing,” Kyuhyun spoke up, “Maybe there’s something else these guys have in common?”
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Sungmin yawned, “Which is why you guys are going to talk to the boyfriends. Zhou Mi, you’ve got Han Geng. Kyuhyun, you’ve got Lee Donghae, and Henry, you’ve got Park Jungsu.”
“And what are you going to do?” Kyuhyun asked, his eyes narrowing.
Sungmin grinned, “I’m going to the cemetery.”
***
Straightening his tie, Kyuhyun smoothed down his slicked hair before knocking on the door, waiting for it to open. After a few moments, he heard footsteps rushing towards the door, and then it was thrown open, revealing a flush, and shirtless, man.
“Lee Donghae?” Kyuhyun asked, smirking inwardly as the man nodded, running a hand through his wet hair. He must have just gotten out of the shower. “Hello, my name is Officer Choi Minho, I’m from the Seoul Police Department,” Kyuhyun grabbed his badge from his belt and held it up, flipping it open to reveal his fake ID. “I have a few questions, concerning the death of your boyfriend, Kim Kibum.”
“Oh,” Donghae shook his head, stepping aside so Kyuhyun could enter the apartment. “Of course, but the officer who came last week said there weren’t anymore questions.”
“We found some new evidence, and just wanted to hear your story again,” Kyuhyun easily lied, taking a seat on the stained couch. His eyes wandered around Donghae’s apartment, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he eyed the dirty dishes in the sink, the pile of clothes in the corner and the old takeout boxes in the kitchen, being attacked by flies.
“I’m sorry about the mess,” Donghae sat beside him, relaxing heavily into the couch. “It’s just, it’s been really hard after Kibum died.
“It was our movie night,” Donghae began, his eyes already watering up, “Kibum and I had been dating for awhile, so I had a key to his place. I let myself in, and the whole place was quiet,” Donghae looked down, his sadness displayed on his face. “Kibum was a quiet guy by nature, but he wasn’t this quiet. I called his name and when I got no response, I began looking for him. I, I found him in the hallway,” Donghae paused, his hand over his mouth as he let out a sob. “There was blood everywhere, and I called emergency but I knew he was already dead. No one can bleed that much and survive.”
“I’m sorry, I know this is very hard for you,” Kyuhyun reached out and rubbed Donghae’s back, uncomfortable with the sympathetic act. “Is that all?”
Donghae quickly nodded, and Kyuhyun could tell that he was hiding something else. He straightened in his seat, turning towards Donghae with a frown. “Donghae, you do know that it’s against the law to withhold information from the police, right?”
Donghae winced, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I, I know,” he stuttered, swallowing heavily, “I’ve told the police everything, I swear.”
“I think you’re hiding something though, Donghae,” Kyuhyun stared down at the man, giving him his ‘serious cop’ face. “Do you really want to spend a night in jail?”
Donghae shook his head, a few tears running down his cheeks. “I didn’t want to say anything, because I knew it would make Kibum look bad. I loved him,” he turned towards Kyuhyun, fully crying, “But he had a bad temper sometimes.”
“What do you mean?” Kyuhyun asked, his voice growing quiet.
“He would hit me,” Donghae whispered, his lip trembling. “Telling me if I ever left him, it would be the last thing I’d do. I was so scared, I wanted to run as far away as possible but I loved him, no matter how cruel he was.”
Kyuhyun could feel his stomach tying into knots, his throat closing up as he watched Donghae unravel, listening to his broken-hearted sobs.
He’s only five years old when his sister Ahra grabs a gun from behind the night stand and points it at the window, her shoulders shaking in fear. The shtriga is scratching at the window, its long fingernails creating eerie shadows in their hotel room.
“Ahra, I’m scared,” Kyuhyun whispers, cuddling close to his sister. She shushes him, tells him to be quiet so she can concentrate on the shot.
The window begins to open, slowly, creaking and Kyuhyun clutches Ahra’s side tighter, whimpering. The Shritga enters the room, its long cape billowing as it floats over to them.
“Ahra,” Kyuhyun’s breath stops as the monster comes closer, “Ahra,” he says again, more frantically, shaking her. “Ahra!” he screams as the monster bends down and he sees its disfigured face.
“Die you bastard!” Ahra shouts and shoots the monster right in the face, the gun recoiling and nearly hitting Kyuhyun. The monster falls back, twitching on the floor of their hotel room.
Eventually, it stops, and the monster lays dead on their floor until their parents come back from their hunt and dispose it. Their dad congratulates Ahra with a proud hug, while their mom holds Kyuhyun close, explaining to him once again that this is their life.
That this is his life.
Zhou Mi takes a seat as he enters Han Geng’s home, smiling when the older Chinese man offers him a cup of tea. He takes it and sips at it gingerly, breathing in the sweet aroma that reminded him of home.
“I’m sorry we have to put you through this again,” Zhou Mi apologizes as Han Geng sits beside him, a tissue already dabbing at his damp eyes. “We found some new evidence at the scene, so we need to see how this evidence fits into your story.”
“No, I understand,” Geng sighs, taking a drink from his own cup, “It’s just difficult, I completely uprooted my life in China just to be with him here.”
Zhou Mi laid a hand on Geng’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.
“Heechul wasn’t feeling too well, so I went over to his apartment to take care of him,” Geng starts, grabbing another tissue. “I got in but it was really quiet, and I knew instantly that something was wrong. I set down the food I had brought for him in the kitchen and went looking for him,” Geng paused, blowing his nose, “I found him in the hallway, bleeding. I tried to perform CPR on him but he was already gone.”
“Is that all, Han Geng?” Zhou Mi asked, leaning forward so he could look into Zhou Mi’s. “Is there’s something else you want to tell me, please. Any information, even the smallest of things, can help us with this case.”
Geng wiped at his eyes, using his coat sleeve. “Like what, officer Qian?” he asked, turning towards Zhou Mi.
“Well, you know,” Zhou Mi gestured with his hand, “Did Heechul have any enemies, did you notice anything strange in his apartment after you found him, just anything.”
Geng shook his head, “No, nothing like that, but,” he paused, looking scared.
“But?” Zhou Mi prodded, setting his cup of tea down on the table.
“Heechul and I had problems,” he said in a quiet voice, his hands beginning to shake. “I loved him but he always doubted me, was always scared I’d leave him. At one point I thought about it, I just couldn’t take his insecurities anymore. He,” Geng choked up, and then lifted up his shirt, revealing a nasty scar on his stomach.
“He burned me with his straight iron, told me if I ever left him, I’d regret it. Heechul wasn’t big, but he scared the hell out of me, I didn’t know what to do,” Geng began to cry harder, tears running down his cheeks. “And then he died.”
Zhou Mi scooted over and pulled Geng into a one-armed hug, a theory forming in his head.
Zhou Mi is eighteen when he steps off the plane, and his eyes widened in amazement as he sees the tall buildings in the distance. He adjusts the backpack on his shoulders and begins walking through the airport, smiling as he reads the various shop signs in Korean, understanding about half of them.
He makes it to the baggage claim area and quickly locates his two suitcases, grabbing them off of the conveyer belt -
Zhou Mi is nineteen, nearly twenty when he finds himself tied up to a chair, sweating profusely and his body aching. There’s blood dripping from his mouth, and his eyes feel terribly heavy as he sags forward.
Someone begins untying him, and he screams out as they pick him up and move him to the floor, gently laying him down. There’s three men, their faces blurring together as Zhou Mi struggles to stay awake.
“You, you,” Zhou Mi coughed, his eyes watering, “You saved me. She’s gone, I don’t feel her presence anymore.”
“You remember being possessed?” one of the men asks, and Zhou Mi nods. He remembers it all, slitting that girl’s throat, ripping that man’s heart out, killing people left and right and not being able to do a damn thing about it.
Henry nervously smoothes down his coat, making sure he’s got the right fake ID in hand. Last time he had to impersonate an officer, he accidentally used his health inspector ID and almost ruined their case.
The door opened and Henry jumped, whipping out his ID. “Hi, I’m Jay Park, and I had a few questions to ask you about the death of your boyfriend.”
Jungsu leaned against the doorframe, giving Henry an incredulous stare. “Aren’t you a bit young to be an officer?”
“Oh, well, I’m new!” Henry smiled nervously, “And my supervisor asked me to come down here and talk to you, because we found some new evidence at the apartment.”
Jungsu frowned, “Alright, come in,” he said, walking away from the door and going towards the couch. Henry closed it behind him and followed Jungsu, sitting down beside him on the couch.
“I went to Youngwoon’s apartment. It was quiet, because he was dead,” Jungsu said bitterly, pulling his knees to his chest. “End of story.”
“Um, you sure?” Henry asked, thinking back to the text Zhou Mi had sent him moments before he arrived at Jungsu’s apartment. “You and Youngwoon weren’t having any…problems?”
Jungsu turned towards Henry, glaring at him angrily. “What are you suggesting?”
“We found evidence that Youngwoon was abusive,” Henry said carefully, watching Jungsu’s reactions, “And if he was abusive, that could give you a motive to…” he paused, trailing off. Judging by the horrified look Jungsu shot him, he knew the other got the message loud and clear.
“I would never hurt Youngwoon,” Jungsu hissed, his anger back again. “Yeah, fine, maybe he was a shitty boyfriend who at times beat the hell out of me, that doesn’t mean I killed him!”
Jungsu grabbed Henry by the arm and hauled him to his feet, shoving him towards the door. “Get out!” he cried, collapsing back onto the couch. “Get out!”
Henry quickly left, and as soon as he was outside, he pulled out his phone and called Zhou Mi.
He’s running through the woods, jumping over rocks and loose tree branches; his lungs are burning but he keeps running. If he stops, the monster with the wings will get him, and it’ll tear him apart and eat him, just like in the stories.
He jumps over another rock, but when he lands, his ankle twists and he falls to the ground with a cry. He begins to crawl, sobbing but it’s pointless, the monster is going to catch him and he’s going to die.
“I’ve got you,” a strong voice suddenly says, and he finds himself being lifted up. He throws his arms around the stranger’s neck, shaking in fear, asking what happened to the monster.
“We killed it,” the man says, and he unburies his face from the man’s neck and looks up at him in amazement, and in adoration.
“I’m Sam,” the man says, smiling, “Who are you?’
“Henry,” he answers, and someday, he’s going to be strong and brave like this man.
Sungmin hopped the fence into the cemetery, picking up his bag of supplies off the ground. Throwing it back over his shoulder, he made his way through the cemetery grounds, keeping an eye out for a particular name.
He had done his research back at their hotel, and apparently, Kim Youngwoon hadn’t been cremated after he died. It didn’t seem likely that he was the ghost, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Locating his grave, Sungmin set down his bag and pulled out a shovel, and began digging up the dirt over Youngwoon’s casket. It was a difficult job to do alone, but Sungmin managed and twenty minutes later, he was standing over the wooden casket. Using the shovel, Sungmin cracked the casket open, and although he was holding his breath, he still gagged at the rotten smell, his hand flying to his mouth.
Climbing out of hole, he grabbed a bag of salt and shook some onto Youngwoon’s decomposing body. Next, he poured some lighter fluid into the grave, shaking it around and spreading it throughout the hole. Last, he grabbed a lighter and flicked it on, before tossing the burning flame into the grave and sending it ablaze.
Quickly, Sungmin gathered his things and ran out of the cemetery, hopping the fence once again on his way out. He rushed towards his car and yanked the door open, flinging himself inside. Tossing his bag into the backseat, Sungmin was about to start the car when his phone began ringing, interrupting him.
“Hey Mimi,” Sungmin sighed as he answered the phone, “Burned the body, about to lea-”
Sungmin stopped, his hand resting on the steering wheel as he listened to Zhou Mi talk. When the other was done, he cursed, prompting Zhou Mi to ask what’s wrong.
“We’re definitely dealing with a ghost here,” Sungmin said, “A very angry ghost. This isn’t going to be easy.”
“When is it ever?” Zhou Mi asked, and Sungmin groaned, his head falling onto the steering wheel.
Sungmin’s hands are shaking when his dad hands him the wooden stake, and he thinks for a second that is he too young for this, too young to be hunting monsters and too young to be so scared of the world around him, the world his parents dragged him into.
“I don’t want to do this,” Sungmin says, and his voice sounds weak, even to himself. His dad looks down at him and sighs, laying a strong hand on his shoulder.
“I know son, but it has to be us, I won’t let anyone else,” his dad stops, choking up again but he quickly shakes it off. “Come on, let’s do this.”
They enter the vampires nest, quietly sneaking past the sleeping monsters on the floor. Sungmin looks around, clutching the wooden stake close to him, trying to not breathe too loudly.
“There she is,” his dad says, and he follows him over towards the hammocks in the corner. They approach her, and even though she’s a monster now, she’s still beautiful and wonderful.
She’s still his mom.
“Give me the stake,” his dad commands, and he dips the tip of the stake into the bottle of dead man’s blood they had collected last night.
“Get ready to run,” his dad sighs, and he holds the stake above his head.
Her screams of pain still haunt him.
“Look at this,” Sungmin plops onto the bed next to Henry, smiling when the younger boy lays his head on his shoulder. “About twenty years ago, another gay man died from multiple stabbed wounds at the victims’ apartment building.”
“What killed him?” Zhou Mi asks, his head propped up on his elbows as he yawns.
Sungmin reads more of the article, his brows pulling together as he frowns. Henry reads along with him, and he gasps, “Oh my god, it all makes sense!”
“What?” Kyuhyun asks, feeling mildly annoyed as the two solve the case.
Henry grabbed Sungmin’s laptop and handed it to Kyuhyun, who took it and placed it in front of Zhou Mi, so the two could read the article together. There were two pictures, one of an attractive looking couple; a small man with delicate features, handing another man a wrapped Christmas present. The other picture though was a lot more gruesome, the delicate man sprawled across the floor, covered in blood and the other man, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the head.
“Kim Ryeowook, age 23, and Kim Jongwoon, age 26...”
“I can’t take it anymore, Shin,” Ryeowook cried into the phone, taking his suitcase from the closet, laying it out on the floor, “Jongwoon, he’s just, I love him but-”
“He’s a bastard Ryeowook!” Shindong, Ryeowook’s best friend from university, said into the phone, “How the hell can you love him?”
“I just do,” Ryeowook sniffed, opening his drawer and grabbing his clothes, throwing them into the suitcase. “I know it’s stupid but I can’t help the way I feel, Jongwoon means everything to me.”
“Yeah, it is stupid! I mean Jesus Ryeowook, he broke your fucking arm because you got home too late,” Shindong sighed, aggravated, “And that’s not even the worst of it!”
“I know,” Ryeowook glanced at his vanity mirror, his right eye nearly swollen shut. “Look, I better hurry and finish packing, I’ll call you when I’m at my parents place.”
“Take care man, I love you,” Shindong said, and Ryeowook smiled, hanging up the phone.
It didn’t take him long to get his things together, and soon Ryeowook was packed. He picked up his suitcase and headed into the living room, setting it down on the couch. Walking over to the TV, Ryeowook grabbed the framed photo that sat on top of it and sighed, hugging it close to his chest.
A door opened, and Ryeowook gasped, the photo falling to the floor and shattering. Jongwoon stared at him in confusion, before he noticed the suitcase on the couch.
“You’re leaving me,” is all Jongwoon said, his eyes tearing up, “Ryeowook, I thought you loved me.”
“I-I do,” Ryeowook stuttered, shaking in fear as Jongwoon approached him. “I do, but baby, you-you need help.”
Jongwoon stopped, and slammed his fist into the wall, causing Ryeowook to shriek. “I don’t need help!” he screamed, and Ryeowook ran for it, speeding down the hall and back into their room.
He slammed the door shut behind him and locked it, before grabbing the phone off the nightstand. He ducked into the closet and quickly dialed emergency, waiting, cringing every time Jongwoon pounded on the door.
“Hello, what is your emergency?” a lady answered on the other line, and Ryeowook began to sob.
“Please, please you have to help me, my boyfriend, I think he’s going to kill me!” Ryeowook shouted, bringing his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth.
“Okay, sir, calm down,” the lady said, “We’ve got your address and the police are on the way now, just hold on.”
Just then, the door smashed open and Ryeowook screamed, clutching the phone tightly in his hand. Jongwoon approached the closet and yanked the door opened, and Ryeowook cried harder, dropping the phone when Jongwoon grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him out of the closet.
“Please, Jongwoon, I’m sorry!” Ryeowook scratched at the floor, causing one of his nails to chip off. “Please, please stop!
Jongwoon flipped him around, and that’s when Ryeowook saw it, eyes widening in fear. The large knife shined under the fluorescent light, held loosely in Jongwoon’s hand.
“You can’t leave me,” he said with a frown, and brought the knife down into Ryeowook’s stomach.
“This is just,” Zhou Mi shook his head, bringing a hand to his eyes. Henry nodded and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Ryeowook is attacking other men who abuse their boyfriends, killing them in the same way he was murdered,” Sungmin said quietly, his eyes filling up with tears. “That poor man, I can’t even imagine-”
“Don’t,” Kyuhyun hissed, “Don’t try to sympathize, Ryeowook is still a monster and we still have to hunt him.”
Sungmin turned towards Kyuhyun with a glare, wiping at his eyes, “You’re such a bastard, Kyuhyun, seriously. Yeah, Ryeowook is a monster, but the people he killed weren’t exactly innocent either!”
“Guys!” Henry interrupts, his hands in the air, “Either way, we need to put Ryeowook’s spirit at rest. Right?” he looked between the two, giving them a knowing stare. “We need to figure out if he was buried, and where, or if he was cremated. Maybe his blood is still in the apartment somewhere.”
“I’ll look into the death certificate,” Sungmin says and grabs his laptop from Zhou Mi, busily typing away. Kyuhyun sits there and glowers at him for a moment, before getting up and grabbing his coat, putting it on.
“Where are you going?” Zhou Mi asks, but Kyuhyun is already out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
“Why are you like this?” Sungmin tears up, his shoulders shaking as his breath comes out in shaky pants. “You’re so detached, from everything. How can you not feel sympathy for these people?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t answer, just takes another shot of whiskey and pushes Sungmin away, emotionally and physically.
Sungmin isn’t too surprised to see that both Jongwoon and Ryeowook were cremated after their deaths, which means that Henry was right; there is something in their apartment that is tying Ryeowook to this world, causing him to lash out and kill.
The group stand outside the apartment, and Kyuhyun is diligently picking the lock, his eyes narrowed in concentration. It clicks, and he opens the door, leading the group into the room.
“Let’s get this done quick,” Kyuhyun says, and he flips the light switch, but the room remains dark. “We’re looking for hair, nails, blood, anything, okay?”
The others nod, and they split up, searching the apartment. Henry enters the kitchen and looks around, but sees nothing out of the ordinary. He goes into the living room and begins to help Zhou Mi, examining the carpets for any loose hairs or clipped nails.
Sungmin wanders through the hallway and into the bathroom. Turning on his flashlight, he almost jumps when he sees his reflection in the mirror, shining creepily back at him. Chuckling to himself, Sungmin shakes his head and looks around, keeping an eye out for any part of Ryeowook that might be in here.
Kyuhyun enters the bedroom, and immediately his breath turns cold. “Oh fuc-”
The door shuts behind him, and Kyuhyun tries to open it but it won’t budge. Feeling a shiver run down his back, Kyuhyun slowly turns around and finds Ryeowook, pale and bloody Ryeowook, staring at him in anger.
He reaches for his gun, but before he can get a good grip on it, Ryeowook lifts his hand and sends it flying across the room, crashing into the wall.
“Sungmin!” Kyuhyun screams, and he hears the other running down the hall, trying to open the door. A moment later, and the door shakes from under him, Sungmin’s fists pounding on it.
“The door won’t budge!” Sungmin yells from the other side, and then Kyuhyun can feel Sungmin’s body slamming into the door, causing it to shake.
Ryeowook takes a step towards him, his body shaking and then he’s right in front of Kyuhyun, growling.
“He deserves better than you,” Ryeowook says in a whisper, and Kyuhyun freezes, eyes widening in terror as he notices the knife in Ryeowook’s hand.
“He loves you, but you’re just cruel to him,” Ryeowook grabs him by the throat with his free hand, easily lifting Kyuhyun into the air.
“Please,” Ryeowook begged, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to not choke on his own blood. “I won’t leave, I promise, just please-” Ryeowook screamed in pain as the knife stabbed him again, the pain searing through his chest.
“Please stop!” Ryeowook screamed, crying hard, coughing up blood. “Please, I love you, I swear!
Jongwoon sighed, shaking his head sadly as he watched Ryeowook, cowering below him, whimpering like an injured animal.
“I wish I could, but we both know you’re lying,” he said, leaning forward and stroking Ryeowook’s cheek, brushing away his tears. “You’re always going to try and leave me, love, and I can’t let you. Don’t you know?” he smiled, “I love you.”
Kyuhyun screamed when Ryeowook tossed him to the floor, his shoulder taking most of the hit. He could hear the bone cracking when he tried to sit up, and so he fell back down, hissing in pain.
“Kyuhyun!” Sungmin shouts, and Kyuhyun can see that the door is beginning to splinter, “Hold on!”
“You hear that?” Ryeowook asks, glancing over his shoulder at the door, “Sungmin is a nice man, he’s always there for you. He should leave you, but he doesn’t. Just like how Geng and Jungsu and Donghae wouldn’t leave their boyfriends,” he turns back towards Kyuhyun, appearing right in front of him. “That’s why I killed them, I saved them from becoming like me.”
Kyuhyun shakes, his voice caught in his throat as Ryeowook kneels onto the floor, staring at knife in his hand. “And now, I’m going to kill you too.”
He began to bring the knife down upon Kyuhyun, but he managed to catch Ryeowook’s wrist before the blade made contact with his skin. Kyuhyun gritted his teeth as he struggled with Ryeowook, trying to buy himself just a little more time.
“Please, stop,” Kyuhyun begged as Ryeowook began to overpower him, the tip of the knife pressing into his skin. Ryeowook pressed harder, and Kyuhyun gasped when the knife cut into his stomach, making a small trail of blood ooze out.
Just then, the door broke open and Sungmin came through, gun in hand. He shot Ryeowook, causing him to disappear.
“We don’t have long!” Sungmin shouted, and Henry and Zhou Mi began to examine the room as Sungmin ran to Kyuhyun, dropping to his knees. “Are you okay?” he asked, laying a hand on Kyuhyun’s cheek.
Kyuhyun nodded, his eyes watering as he grabbed Sungmin’s hand into his own. “Min,” he said, using the old nickname he hadn’t used in awhile, “I’m-”
“We found a fingernail!” Henry called out, and he quickly covered it in salt while Zhou Mi poured some lighter fluid onto it, and Henry dropped the nail as he lit it on fire.
Ryeowook reappeared, but only for a second as he burst into flames, before disappearing again.
Kyuhyun sighed, releasing the breath he had been holding. He relaxed into Sungmin’s arms, his eyes falling shut as the others exchanged a smile.
Ryeowook smiled as he handed Jongwoon his Christmas present, and from the corner of his eye he could see a camera flash. He sighed, rolling his eyes in amusement as his mom giggled, showing the picture to his dad.
“Merry Christmas, Jongwoon,” Ryeowook said as Jongwoon took the present from his hands, placing it on his lap so he could unwrap it.
“I love you,” Ryeowook said, and Jongwoon looked up, smiling.
“I love you too Wookie, forever.”
Kyuhyun bit down on the sock in his mouth as Sungmin pushed his shoulder back into place. He then spit the sock out and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from Zhou Mi’s hand, taking a long swig.
“Alright, you’re all fixed,” Sungmin smiled, gently massaging Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “How do you feel?”
“Like shit,” Kyuhyun chuckled, setting the bottle down in his lap. Grabbing the hand on his shoulder, Kyuhyun gave it a squeeze, saying in a soft voice, “Thank you for being here, Min.”
“I wouldn’t ever leave,” Sungmin replied, and Kyuhyun smiled, looking away.
“You guys,” Zhou Mi laughed, and Henry cooed at them, making kissy faces. Kyuhyun glared and got up, tackling Henry to the bed and bringing him into a headlock, giving him a noogie.
Sungmin rolled his eyes, but he continued to smile as he watched the two, exchanging an amused glance with Zhou Mi.
“It’s not so bad, right?” Zhou Mi asked, referring to their crazy, dangerous and homicidal lifestyle.
Sungmin chuckled, shaking his head, “Nah, not too bad at all.”