SSS 2011: FOR MISTXCLOUD
For: mistxcloud
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: The Illusionist
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taeyeon (Taemin)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 6,300+
Summary: As a runaway, Taeyeon’s has done a lot of things that she can’t fathom.
Her lungs were on fire, burning her chest with short gasps of breath. Muscles fought with her legs, beckoning her to slow her step, it hurts; her mind pummelled, go faster or he’ll come back. It wasn’t your fault, Taeyeon, just keep moving and you’ll be safe. She didn’t know his name. She didn’t know his date of birth, nor his interests, hobbies, career.
He was tinted scarlet, and that’s all she understood.
On its own accord, her jet-black hair swayed as she twisted her neck, looking past the body stained with crimson, his piercing huge eyes with a vacant gaze watching her movements, seeing what she would do next. Her footsteps wavered, her vision slightly at fault from the shimmer of silver, but her attention focused on what she expected to see behind her.
But there was nothing there. The footsteps stopped. The sound of crunch, crunch, crunch on dry leaves disappeared.
The forest was dead silent.
As her feet tripped over each other in her haste attempted to speed up, a muffled, childish giggle echoed in her mind. Taeyeon quivered, hiding behind the shield of her locks, and followed the movement of her feet with her eyes, concentrating on the task of not falling.
Taeyeon panted, pausing with her palm outstretched on the rough bark of a shadowing tree, the ruby rock dripping onto her bony fingers. She could barely see the moon through the barrier of leaves, only specks of moonlight bleeding through the gap of waving leaves, rocking back and forth like an empty cradle. A crow’s feathers caught the light and Taeyeon swallowed hard as it gave a raucous cry - that was all it took for her to wipe the sweat off her upper-lip and keep going.
She first thought that her mind was playing tricks with her when she saw an opening out of the forest trap. Her legs followed the call, the freedom of madness, and Taeyeon’s head fell back onto her shoulders, her breathing shallow and chest heaving when she finally saw the white crescent among the twinkling stars.
The glimmer of water that she had initially seen in her peripheral vision was what Taeyeon aimed for, where she begged her legs to take her to. She needed to disinfect herself, wash away the sins from her hands, the guilt, the martyr.
Gasping in relief, Taeyeon dropped the rock the second her fingertips touched the cool water. A refreshing wave crashed over her, shivering water caressing her sweaty palms, one liquid meshing with another. Taeyeon breathed heavy, watching with fascination at the smoke that wisped from her lips - her body felt like fire, a blue flame that urged her to scrape the blood off her. She didn’t have soap, but she rubbed her hands together like she did.
Taeyeon cursed as water splattered against her black shirt. A shiver shook her, she wasn’t sweating anymore and the water wouldn’t show (neither would the elaborate pattern), but it would chill her bones in seconds to come. “Damn it.”
Taeyeon’s muscles tensed and she stilled completely, hands halfway from pulling out, as she heard a loud guffaw tickle her earlobes. Taeyeon trembled. Something was laughing at her. It laughed at her when she tripped, and it was laughing at her now. She kept her eyes on the water, the calming waves from her disturbing cleansing until a silver sparkle caught her attention.
She saw his face in the reflection, void of his blood, the wound she had caused with the rock no longer visible on his temple. He stared, frog eyes smirking at her with a smug grin on his face - the exact feature that he held when he ripped her underwear off, the precise second he held his cock in his hand and was about to involuntarily thrust unto her.
Taeyeon whirled around on her feet, body crouched to the ground protectively. What she felt when she noticed that nobody was there, that her victim wasn’t hovering behind her, wasn’t relief.
Taeyeon entered the tavern with a content sigh. Dim lights softly shadowed the faces that gawked at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was far from home, a week on her feet with no food or rucksack to show for it. When she lost them was unnecessary, but when a waft of roast beef drifted up her nose, her tummy gave a harsh beg, so loud that it rumbled through her, and she wished she wasn’t so unfortunate.
“Please, please, ahjusshi, just a glass of water.” She didn’t care if it was unhealthy to drink tap water. Taeyeon’s mouth was salivating, the yearning for food gone completely uncontrolled. Her mother had taken her dinner plate away more than once with the remark that ‘water helps you fill the gap’ when she came home with scrapes and bruises on her knees from playing with Kibum and Taeyeon could only hope that it still applied. Her ribs were gutting her pale chest, jutting collarbones visible above the seam of shirt, her baby-fat ridden cheeks slowly sinking as the days went on.
“Get outta here little girl, we don’t care for beggars.” The bartender grumbled, a leering jerk of his head as threat and he made his move to leave.
Taeyeon wouldn’t give up that easily. “Please, ahjusshi, one glass.” The arch of her foot held her weight as she leaned over the counter and grabbed his wrist, her other hand held out with her index finger outstretched. “One.” She pleaded.
“Come back when you have some money.” He yanked his wrist away and scoffed at her.
Taeyeon’s head jerked back with a breath of disbelief - people were so rude these days - but she reluctantly returned to her seat. She had found somewhere perfect, a place that would feed her and hold a roof over her shoulders. The only fault was in her lack of money. Taeyeon sighed, huffing and puffing as she cradled her face in her palms and gazed ahead to the framed art of a badly painted cow, wondering how long it would be until the rude bartender ahjusshi kicked her out.
Obviously, it didn’t come soon enough. That familiar flicker of silver bounced off the glass cover, and Taeyeon didn’t hesitate this time around. Twirling on her seat, she followed the light with alarmed eyes in desperate hope to catch something, anything, the thing that was doing this to her.
It was a bracelet, Taeyeon discovered when her eyes fell on the man dressed in black, his face turned and concealed with a heavy hood. Her pulse pumped adrenaline through her faster than what was considered normal, and Taeyeon briefly wondered if he wasn’t dead, if she didn’t kill her rapist like she had done with the others but a slam of glass against wood tore through her. Taeyeon swore she felt a smile as he walked out the door, but she had checked briefly with newly-trained eyes, his build was larger, but it was the same glimmer of light that she had seen many times that night.
Flashes of silver.
Her eyes focused in on the seat that he had left, and if her legs could stand more exertion, she would’ve followed him to double check who it was exactly, but that was when she noticed the small amount of beer left in the pint glass.
Picking herself up with wobbly legs, Taeyeon wandered over to the table and not even checking for observers, she downed the remains of the drink and moaned as it soothed her dry throat, filling in the cracks that saliva failed to do. It wasn’t much, and it was a drink that she despised, but it did the trick.
Taeyeon’s eyes squinted as she moved to put the glass back down, but a stack of crisp bills of money halted her action. Looking around the tavern quickly, Taeyeon was positive that nobody was watching her, that there was no eyes on her and she snatched the money in her palm, counting the amount mentally and deciding that she had enough money to sleep here for a couple of nights, and buy food too.
“Give me your cheapest item on the menu.” Taeyeon demanded, there was no time to play nice anymore and the bartender cocked a brow. “Of food… cheapest item of food.” She mumbled.
“2,500 won.” He held his palm out with a sneer on his lips, half expecting her not to pay up, and when she placed three bills in his hand, he shrugged inwardly and left to the kitchen. She secured the rest in her shoe.
Taeyeon glanced over to the door that the man had closed mere seconds ago, and her brows furrowed in her forehead as her lips pursed. Blinking once, Taeyeon predicted him to walk right back in and demand his money back, but what type of fool leaves that big of a tip in an isolated tavern?
“Best in the house.” The bartender smiled as he placed a bowl down in front of her and uncovered the ceramic, revealing a fully packed bowl of rice. Taeyeon sighed briefly, subconsciously wishing that it was a full roast dinner, but her saliva drooled as she watched the steam slither from the meal. “Enjoy.” He said, placing a pair of wooden chopsticks to the left of her plate and enjoy, she did.
The gas lamp next to her new room barely illuminated the space, but Taeyeon was past caring. The blanket on the bed looked so inviting, welcoming her into it, and it took all of Taeyeon’s willpower not to face plant on it and drift away.
She had done this many times; more times than she cared to remember. And it was getting worse and worse. There was once a time when Taeyeon lived a fairly normal life: she went to high school and graduated with her diploma; she helped her mother out on weekends at their shop in the market, her father a fisherman and their stock being his daily catch. Life by the sea was something she grew to love, she was accustomed to it and her entire world crushed when she first murdered her college tutor, something that was a complete accident. How was she supposed to know that she held strength possible to puncture a main artery with a pencil?
She didn’t have that type of strength. Taeyeon was skin and bones.
The lamp in the bathroom was no different from the bedroom. Peeling her wet and stained shirt off of her body, she dumped it next to the wooden tub and her bra soon followed it. She twisted the knob with her wrist and allowed the water to fill the bath as she shimmied out of her skirt. Her panties were long gone, probably somewhere near the body.
Taeyeon shivered as a cool draft circled her despite being enveloped by warm water a few seconds in and she allowed a few moments to relax in safety, her skin itching from the heat and her pale skin reddening when she brought her hands in front of her face to observe them. How was she capable of doing such things?
Click, click, click.
Her gaze anchored on the bathroom door, listening to the heavy clank of footsteps on the other side.
Her hands moved to cover herself, lip quivering as she swallowed hard. The bolt slammed across the door and it gave a screech as it disengaged on the other side. Taeyeon trembled, her hearing heightening as she listened. Footsteps scratching closer and closer to the bathroom door. She fixed her view to the floor, willing herself to see through the black leather boots that whispered across the wood and halted at the foot of the tub, demanding her undivided attention.
There was nobody there when she looked up, and the silver bracelet plummeted into the water and sparkled on her lap.
Taeyeon had no intentions of ever wearing the bracelet. It was exquisite though, beautiful linking chains that caught your eye even if you weren’t looking for it. No, Taeyeon had no intention of wearing it. In fact, she didn’t even want to see it for a second longer than required. Letting it out of her sight was completely out of the question, she had the bracelet now, nothing will haunt you now Taeyeon.
It rested on the wooden bedside table next to the flickering lamp and Taeyeon blocked the thought as she fell into a deep, dreamless slumber for the first time in weeks.
The bright sunlight spotlighted Taeyeon as she awoke, fighting with the urge to move from the heat and stay starshaped on the tough mattress. After a few seconds of staring at the ceiling, vision slightly impaired from the bright light, the need to escape the heat won. Her muscles ached as she sat up rubbing her forehead, screaming at her for putting them through the exertion that she wasn’t capable of, and she nearly forgot that her clothes were hanging in the bathroom to dry - she had washed them the night before despite him - before a cold draft caressed her naked breasts.
Tousling her locks with her fingertips, Taeyeon yawned as she made her way to the toilet. Her reflection was questionable, Taeyeon mused, but then again so was the mirror itself. She picked up the toothbrush in the container, and the thought of an isolated tavern like this would hold toothbrushes for quests was a little odd and sent a tingle down her naked spine.
The fabric of her garments was still damp when she clothed herself. She didn’t have many accessories like most of the girls her age, Taeyeon realised as she fluffed up her hair in a desperate attempt to look reasonable, but she had a new piece of jewellery, albeit she would never wear it. Realising the difficulty that she had putting on her shoes standing up - her muscles cried for relief - Taeyeon strolled back into the bedroom with her shoe in hand.
It wasn’t there. The bracelet that she kept so close to her in her sleep had melted into thin air. Taeyeon’s eyes grew wide and a flash of tingles electrified her body as her breathing grew shallow. The shoe that she gripped in her fist dropped with a loud thump on the shaking ground underneath her feet. Her legs trembled and she sat down onto the bed, gaze falling onto the table in a scrawl of stained ink behind her lids, tainting her mind.
Taeyeon didn’t know how long she sat there for, mind blank yet full of questions, questions, questions with no answers as she stared at the bared wood. She needed to see if he was real. She needed clarification. Has she been dreaming everything? Was the bracelet even real, or the money? Rushing down the steps to the bar, she brushed against a short black heap making its way upstairs.
“Sorry.” She mumbled, nodding her head in a quick bow. No matter how rushed she was, Taeyeon wouldn’t be rude.
Apparently, the person didn’t abide by the same beliefs, and they didn’t even acknowledge the fact except for a loud scoff that thrashed in Taeyeon’s mind.
“YAH! Where are you coming from, little girl? I thought I told you that we don’t give out free stuff?” The old bartender ahjusshi caught sight of her from behind the bar.
Taeyeon halted and whirled on her feet, eyebrows laced. “Pardon?”
“Why did you just walk down those steps? It’s guests only upstairs.” He interrogated, eyes squinted at her and lips pursed in a thin line. Taeyeon cocked her head.
“But, I paid you yesterday…” Taeyeon murmured, eyes falling downcast in confusion. Upon inspecting her shoes, she hurriedly ripped them off and searched inside for the money - she had tons left over.
It was nowhere to be found. Disappeared, just like the bracelet.
Narrowly managing to escape the tavern without paying for her “free” night, Taeyeon grinded her teeth as she stomped down the dirt track. The forest was significantly different during the day, and she didn’t have the best memory in Korea, but somehow, the second before she missed the entrance, her head turned and she stopped in her tracks.
If Taeyeon doubted her merciless killing before, she had no reason to now. A swarm of flies had already found home near the body and Taeyeon’s glare softened as she stared down at him, remorse flashing behind her lids when she blinked.
“You… I wouldn’t have had to do this… It’s all your fault.” She closed her eyes and allowed a tear to drop down her cheek. Taeyeon didn’t know how she was capable of killing; she wasn’t the type of person. She was innocent.
But those days… Those days when somebody touched her the wrong way, something made her angry, even hand her the wrong change when she ran to the shop for her mother… They never woke up again.
“Hmmm.” Taeyeon glanced up at the sound of an indifferent sigh. “Now, how could a pretty thing like you, do such a horrible crime like this?” A short man stood opposite from her and hummed, doe eyes curled in amusement as they glanced down to the body and back up.
Taeyeon’s eyes widened and she blinked once, thinking and thinking, cursing in her head.
She fled.
And then halted when her head banged into a solid chest.
Tears escaped her duct and she hid her face in her chest. All the running she did, the worrying, the haunting… It was all worth nothing in the end if she got caught. “Please…”
His chest shaking with laughter made her aware of how close they were standing and she took a step back, still holding her face concealed. “Do you even know what you’re begging for, little girl?”
Taeyeon was getting sick of people calling her a little girl. She had murdered humans for Christ’s sake! Her little girl days were long gone, yet she sobbed like a child in her arms, her emotions whispering away with the wind. “Please… I didn’t mean to ahjusshi, it was a mistake. Please, don’t…please, don’t tell anybody.” She sniffled.
The man scoffed and pinched her cheeks with his thumb and index finger, bringing her face up to look at him. “Ahjusshi? I’m 24 years old. I’m not an ‘ah-jus-shi’.” He mimicked her and scoffed again. “Aish, children these days. So imprudent.” He murmured under his breath.
Taeyeon’s head cocked in confusion - he wasn’t even listening to what she was saying. He seemed more interested in the fact that she misinterpreted his age. “Please… let me go.” She whimpered, eyes watching the breeze dust over fallen leaves.
“Let you go?” He smirked and dropped his hand. “But, you’ve committed a horrible, horrible crime. I should turn you in, no?”
“No, no, no, please.” She curled her fingers around his collar slightly to keep him from leaving. “Please, I’ll do anything.” She pleaded, eyes glancing up. He was actually very handsome, chiselled like the Gods with a sharp jawline and curved eyes and Taeyeon blinked once, twice, watching as his pupils blew up.
She had seen that look many times before.
“…Anything?” The man repeated, looking down to her grip on his black jacket with a cocked eyebrow.
She gulped, swallowing her fear and tilting her head with pouty lips. “Anything.”
The man smirked, unpeeling each finger from his coat like a banana. “And what could a young, uncivilised, dirty, penniless girl like you offer me?”
Taeyeon’s gaze hit the dirt with a thud. His words hit home inside Taeyeon, reminding her just of what she had lost on her travels. Her friends, her family, education and morals… It had all passed away with the breeze with every step she took. She was nothing, no different from the bodies she had killed.
The man chuckled in spite. “That’s what I thought.” He rolled his eyes and turned to leave, Taeyeon sinking deeper and deeper.
“Wait…” She called out to him and he stilled, not turning around. “I could have se- I could sleep with you…” She glanced up sheepishly and to her words, he whirled around with a malicious laugh escaping his lips.
“Sweetheart.” He sized her up, Taeyeon shrinking in half at the expectant stare. “You’re a bag of bones. I wouldn’t even fit inside you.” He glanced over her shoulder, over to where the body lay. “Did he fit?” He smirked as his gaze fell back onto her. “Or did you not let him?” The man shrugged like his interest lay elsewhere, indifferent despite knowing every. thing. that. happened. Taeyeon’s muscles tensed and she wondered just who this man was, why he was there, and why he hadn’t turned her in yet. He obviously wanted something.
“Who…who are you?”
The man smiled. “Not who, Taeyeon, but what.” He licked his lips. “You have three days to find something worth my time, or else you are finished. When the time comes, you’ll find me.”
And then he was gone.
As a small child, Taeyeon’s mother had told her of dragons, vampires, black magic, witches and warlocks. As a child she was never critical, simply listened to the elaborate stories of murder and mystery. But, she never mentioned anything about strange men who appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye. She failed to warn Taeyeon about men who had knowledge of the details that only she knew.
Her steps were weakening. Returning to the tavern was the only option she could think of, despite it being the most ludicrous thing she could possibly do. Return she could not, a trap manifested by the evil parasite that was working her mind in circles.
She found a secluded part of the woods, a resembling cave with jumping shadows casted by the limbs of trees, approximately ten yards from the dirt track. It would do the trick for the night, and Taeyeon curled up in a tight ball, hugging her legs to her chest as she lay on her side, eyes vacantly staring out into the distance.
Outside, the earth warmed with the sun. But inside her mind, a storm thrashed. Dozens of tangled voices howled in the strong wind of that storm. Most of them consisted of that mysterious, beautiful man; how he knew her name, what he could possibly want from her in return of keeping his silence and the forever questionable mention of what, and not who. But the silent whispers of her self-worth were there; how she was a liability to herself and her family and could never possibly return home, or even see their cherished faces again in her existence.
Her thoughts wandered back to…him. It? Taeyeon pouted, she didn’t even know his name.
She fell asleep thinking of him, and she even had a dream that they shared a rated kiss, not for the view of children, as much as she hated the thought. That man…he was scum.
It happened too fast. Her pickpocketing skills weren’t as trained as she thought, and Taeyeon whimpered as she begged her legs to speed up. “Fuck.” She cursed, hair whipping as she looked over her shoulder to see how close her chaser was. The leather wallet in her hand was obviously expensive, and Taeyeon just knew that the man who she stole it from was loaded beyond belief. Bingo.
But that was until she ran down a dead end alleyway, and Taeyeon clenched her fists, a string of profanity leaving her lips as he turned around to see the man huffing and puffing to a stop.
“Give it back little girl and nobody gets hurt.”
Taeyeon scoffed. “Please. What could a scummy rat like you possibly do to me?” She said before she could even think of forming words, directly insulting the man’s ego and he smirked as he took one, two, three steps towards her. Naturally, Taeyeon stepped back and felt a ridge smack into her back. A dumpster, it turned out, big and with metal outlines was what she bumped into as the man closed in on her.
And then, before Taeyeon even thought about anything else, she curled her hand around the man’s head and pushed it towards the metal with so much force that her limbs were shaking. He dropped limp immediately, blood already surfacing from his forehead and Taeyeon took a nervous step back, hands shaking and covered in blood when she looked down to them.
“Tsk, another one added to your list?” Taeyeon looked up to find that familiar man leaning against the dumpster, his hand reaching out to run it across the blood smear. Taeyeon watched, nerves tingling, as he brought it up to his face, sniffed it and his face contorted in disgust. “Ew.” He simply said as he rubbed his thumb over the blood on his fingers.
The blood disappeared.
“What do you want from me? What are you doing to me?!” Taeyeon cried, pushing him as hard as she could, but he barely budged an inch and only cocked a brow with a disgusting, smug smirk on his face.
“Taeyeon, my child, you are asking all the wrong things.” He smiled, superficial and condescending.
“What…” Taeyeon took a deep breath. “What are you?”
The man grinned then, like the Cheshire cat, and then simply vanished into thin air. Taeyeon blinked in surprise, but she heard his voice. “Did your mother tell you stories as a child, Taeyeon?”
Her breath hitched, she could feel his lips against her ear, and she nodded feebly.
“The ones about an elaborate, fire breathing dragon that watches over the castle at the top of the hill?” He said as the world suddenly shifted, and she was standing on the edge of castle wall, eyes widening when she looked down to see a black dragon, wings spread like he was about to go into flight but didn’t.
Then, she was back in the alley.
“Or… Perhaps, of those ugly, mean witches who brew children feet and tongue of man?” The man said, diverting them to an old cottage in the small hills, barely grasping enough time to escape when the witch, in her long, black gown and beret caught sight of them.
“What are you doing to me?! Stop!” Taeyeon whirled around and she saw him simply staring at her with a small smile.
“What is it that you wish for, Taeyeon?” He asked, taking a step towards her and cupping her face in his hand. “Is it money?” He brought his hand up, a wad of bills wedged between his fingers. “Or, is it food?” He twirled his fingers and placed out his hand again, only this time there was a small bowl of rice in his palm. “Or, forgive me if this is a little far-fetched, but perhaps you wish for this?” He whispered, twirling the silver bracelet around his index finger.
“No! Stop it!” Taeyeon pushed him away and the bracelet soared through the air, and then disappeared. “Stop it, stop it, please stop.” She wailed, her fists pounding into his chest. “What are you doing to me?” She slumped against his chest, lips quivering.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kim Jonghyun, illusionist extraordinaire.” He said with a grin, waved his hands around exaggeratedly, like a phony magician would do and bowed. Taeyeon’s features hardened. Black magic. She had heard of it, and she would have nothing to do it, no matter how crazy she was, or how fucked up she was.
“Get away from me.”
“Is that any way to treat somebody who make you feel like every day you lived, was on your deathbed?” Jonghyun’s smile faded and his eyes darkened.
And all of a sudden, Taeyeon didn’t hate him anymore. She felt drawn to him like an orb of light in perpetual black. She realised just how brilliant he was, how amazing his magic was, how his previous annoying cocky exterior was attractive now.
Taeyeon closed the distance between them and roughly pressed her lips against his. He wasn’t surprised, and they both instantly melted into the kiss as Taeyeon allowed him entrance, sighing contently as his tongue flicked against the roof of her mouth. He cradled her head in his palms, a moan caught at the back of his throat as she clenched her fists around the fabric of his black shirt, tugging him closer, trying to feel more of him.
When they pulled away, she hated him again in the blink of Jonghyun’s eyes.
“Do not mess with me, Taeyeon. You might do something that you regret.” He warned and she instantly understood just what Jonghyun could do, just how much he could hurt her, how he could break her world or build it up in the blink of an eye. “Let’s go back to my palace. You could use a little pampering, dear.”
Taeyeon’s fingers curled around her towel, keeping it in place as she sat on Jonghyun’s bed, eyes darting around the large bedroom. Perhaps she could flee? Would he be able to catch her? Taeyeon sighed when she realised that he could probably kill her in a blink of his eye, and no matter what Taeyeon had done, no matter how her life was now, she still wanted to live.
She quivered as she thought about Jonghyun, how he could change her emotions, how he could twist her world with his fingers. Her grip tightened on her towel when she heard the click of the door behind her and the solid thud of boots coming closer and closer to her. It reminded of the tense moment in the tavern, but this time, Jonghyun didn’t disappear, and this time he pulled her off the bed and towards him, his breath fanning over her flesh.
Taeyeon shivered, eyes looking down to the floor to avoid his gaze. Maybe, if she didn’t look at him, he couldn’t do anything to her. It didn’t matter though, it was clearly false hope, and a flood of lust pooled in the pit of stomach. All of a sudden, Jonghyun was beautiful, he was everything, and she needed him.
Taeyeon didn’t hesitate to kiss Jonghyun again. She pressed their lips together, fingers gripping his shoulders and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him while he nudged her back towards the bed. When the mattress hit the back of her knees, she caved in and Jonghyun landed on top of her, his hard cock digging into her thigh.
Taeyeon pulled away to look at Jonghyun, noticing how blown his pupils were, how red his lips were from her abuse, how bad he needed her. And she needed him too. She craved for his touches, she needed him to make her better. She had never felt something like this for a person before, but she didn’t question it. All she knew was Jonghyun, Jonghyun, Jonghyun.
Jonghyun kissed his way up Taeyeon’s milky smooth thighs, pausing to nibble on a particularly delicious piece of flesh, and she whimpered, her breath stuttering as he hooked his fingers into her towel and let it unravel. He sharply inhaled upon his first glance at her pink folds, the wetness apparent with the light and he rushed as he whipped the towel from behind her, tossing it over his shoulder and beckoning Taeyeon’s legs open again with soft nips to her bony legs.
“Oh God, Jonghyun.” She moaned, her hands burying in his hair as his nose brushed against the heat, tongue darting out to soak up the wetness on her folds before pushing underneath, tongue pressed flatly against her exposed clit. Taeyeon panted, massaging Jonghyun’s head with her blunt nails and he moaned against her like she was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted and he couldn’t wait to devour her completely. Sliding his hand down her thigh and curving his hand around her knee, Jonghyun pulled her leg over his shoulder and let her calf drape down his back as he circled her sensitive clit with his tongue, and Taeyeon let her head fall against the pillow, a drawn out moan escaping her throat.
“Jong…” Her toes curled and her muscles clenched as he pushed two fingers inside her, curving to hit her g-spot and Taeyeon’s vision blurred, a wave of pleasure surging through her. “Fuck.” She breathed, and Jonghyun moaned in response, suckling on her clit and pumping his fingers in and out of her quickly.
“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t know those words.” He smirked as he pulled away, her wetness smeared across his chin and hair ruffled messily from her tugging. She quickly tugged him towards her, kissing him deeply as she tried to undress him, tried to free what she wanted to most right now but Jonghyun only laughed.
“Eager… Just how I like it.” He winked, pulling the fabric of his shirt over his head and Taeyeon pushed him down to the bed, unbuckling his jeans as quick as she could and finally moaned when she saw Jonghyun’s thick cock unconfined. She licked her lips, eyes trained on his cock, furious and red from neglect and Taeyeon leaned down, trailing a thin line of spit from the base to tip but Jonghyun stopped her, gripping her hair and pulling back, exposing her neck for him to nibble on.
“Another time.” Jonghyun said, but Taeyeon heard the hurt in his voice, although she couldn’t pinpoint why he would be hurt at a time like this, when Taeyeon felt best. He cupped her head and softly placed her head on the pillows, kissing her forehead before he lined himself up, and with one last longing gaze, he slowly pushed inside her.
Taeyeon immediately felt a rush of pleasure, chewing on her lip as she heard his breath stutter and he leaned forward to peck her nose. Taeyeon didn’t particularly understand why he was acting this way, acting like he loved her and couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her.
“You feel so good, Taeyeon.” He moaned as he shallowly thrust inside her and Taeyeon whimpered at his words, lips parted as her hands gripped the sheets. “You’re so wet, baby.” Taeyeon nodded in response, wrapping her arms around him and clawing at his back, leaning forward to kiss his neck. Jonghyun exhaled loudly as she hooked her leg over his back, bringing him closer to her, making him shove deeper inside her.
“Don’t stop.” Taeyeon moaned as she felt him abuse her g-spot, each hit making her head whirl and her clit throb. Jonghyun murmured a response but she didn’t quite catch it, not that she cared. All that she could think of was how good Jonghyun felt inside her, how she needed to feel more of him even though he was already so deep inside her. His thrusts were quickening and Taeyeon mewled quietly when his thumb circled her pulsating clit messily, bringing her closer and closer.
Her back arched off the mattress when she came, her heels digging into the bed as each wave flooded through her and she called out Jonghyun’s name, her muscles contracting around his cock so tightly. He held his need for release in until she slumped back against the bed and he pulled out, nudged her legs out the way and came on her chest, his cum abstractly dotting over her pink nipples.
Taeyeon felt sleep overcoming her as soon as he flopped on the bed next to her.
The harsh beeping of Taeyeon’s alarm clock awoke her. She opened her eyes slowly, shaking her ruffling her hair as her eyes adjusted to the light pooling through her window and she clumsily reached over to press the stop button. Despite the fact that she woke up early each morning for school, her body just never got accustomed to it; perhaps that was because she went to bed late at night, but the idea was still the same. Dragging herself out of bed was the hardest part. Her mother always yelled at her for opening her window at night, but it was a habit that she just couldn’t stop.
“See you tonight, ma.” Taeyeon called out as she slipped her feet into her shoes, yawning into the back of her hand as she closed the front door and made her way to the bus stop.
“Hey, Taeyeon.” Minjung called out to her and Taeyeon whirled around, a wide grin on her face.
“Hello, unnie!” Taeyeon greeted her and they fell into step, walking towards the school gate before their other three friends joined them.
“Minjung, that hairband is so out of style. Bows are so hot right now.” Gwiboon pointed out as she twirled her hair around her finger and Minjung scoffed.
“Don’t give in Minjung.” Eunsook warned her and Taeyeon smiled, her laugh muffled by a cough. “I heard there is a new student starting today. Well, actually, there is, I heard Park Songsaengnim talking about it in the library.”
“Class, we have a new student today. Why don’t you introduce yourself?” Park Songsaengnim suggested and Taeyeon’s gaze travelled to where a short teen stood awkwardly, fidgeting with his thumbs.
“Uh…The name’s Jonghyun?” Was all he said and Park Songsaengnim sighed.
“Sit in that empty seat over there.” She said and Taeyeon let out a breath of relief. She was never good with new people, so thank goodness she wouldn’t have to hoard the new kid around. But, when Taeyeon glanced over to him halfway her lesson, her head jerked back in surprise.
He was blatantly staring at her, and Taeyeon really wasn’t sure why that frightened her so much.
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: The Illusionist
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taeyeon (Taemin)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 6,300+
Summary: As a runaway, Taeyeon’s has done a lot of things that she can’t fathom.
Her lungs were on fire, burning her chest with short gasps of breath. Muscles fought with her legs, beckoning her to slow her step, it hurts; her mind pummelled, go faster or he’ll come back. It wasn’t your fault, Taeyeon, just keep moving and you’ll be safe. She didn’t know his name. She didn’t know his date of birth, nor his interests, hobbies, career.
He was tinted scarlet, and that’s all she understood.
On its own accord, her jet-black hair swayed as she twisted her neck, looking past the body stained with crimson, his piercing huge eyes with a vacant gaze watching her movements, seeing what she would do next. Her footsteps wavered, her vision slightly at fault from the shimmer of silver, but her attention focused on what she expected to see behind her.
But there was nothing there. The footsteps stopped. The sound of crunch, crunch, crunch on dry leaves disappeared.
The forest was dead silent.
As her feet tripped over each other in her haste attempted to speed up, a muffled, childish giggle echoed in her mind. Taeyeon quivered, hiding behind the shield of her locks, and followed the movement of her feet with her eyes, concentrating on the task of not falling.
Taeyeon panted, pausing with her palm outstretched on the rough bark of a shadowing tree, the ruby rock dripping onto her bony fingers. She could barely see the moon through the barrier of leaves, only specks of moonlight bleeding through the gap of waving leaves, rocking back and forth like an empty cradle. A crow’s feathers caught the light and Taeyeon swallowed hard as it gave a raucous cry - that was all it took for her to wipe the sweat off her upper-lip and keep going.
She first thought that her mind was playing tricks with her when she saw an opening out of the forest trap. Her legs followed the call, the freedom of madness, and Taeyeon’s head fell back onto her shoulders, her breathing shallow and chest heaving when she finally saw the white crescent among the twinkling stars.
The glimmer of water that she had initially seen in her peripheral vision was what Taeyeon aimed for, where she begged her legs to take her to. She needed to disinfect herself, wash away the sins from her hands, the guilt, the martyr.
Gasping in relief, Taeyeon dropped the rock the second her fingertips touched the cool water. A refreshing wave crashed over her, shivering water caressing her sweaty palms, one liquid meshing with another. Taeyeon breathed heavy, watching with fascination at the smoke that wisped from her lips - her body felt like fire, a blue flame that urged her to scrape the blood off her. She didn’t have soap, but she rubbed her hands together like she did.
Taeyeon cursed as water splattered against her black shirt. A shiver shook her, she wasn’t sweating anymore and the water wouldn’t show (neither would the elaborate pattern), but it would chill her bones in seconds to come. “Damn it.”
Taeyeon’s muscles tensed and she stilled completely, hands halfway from pulling out, as she heard a loud guffaw tickle her earlobes. Taeyeon trembled. Something was laughing at her. It laughed at her when she tripped, and it was laughing at her now. She kept her eyes on the water, the calming waves from her disturbing cleansing until a silver sparkle caught her attention.
She saw his face in the reflection, void of his blood, the wound she had caused with the rock no longer visible on his temple. He stared, frog eyes smirking at her with a smug grin on his face - the exact feature that he held when he ripped her underwear off, the precise second he held his cock in his hand and was about to involuntarily thrust unto her.
Taeyeon whirled around on her feet, body crouched to the ground protectively. What she felt when she noticed that nobody was there, that her victim wasn’t hovering behind her, wasn’t relief.
Taeyeon entered the tavern with a content sigh. Dim lights softly shadowed the faces that gawked at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was far from home, a week on her feet with no food or rucksack to show for it. When she lost them was unnecessary, but when a waft of roast beef drifted up her nose, her tummy gave a harsh beg, so loud that it rumbled through her, and she wished she wasn’t so unfortunate.
“Please, please, ahjusshi, just a glass of water.” She didn’t care if it was unhealthy to drink tap water. Taeyeon’s mouth was salivating, the yearning for food gone completely uncontrolled. Her mother had taken her dinner plate away more than once with the remark that ‘water helps you fill the gap’ when she came home with scrapes and bruises on her knees from playing with Kibum and Taeyeon could only hope that it still applied. Her ribs were gutting her pale chest, jutting collarbones visible above the seam of shirt, her baby-fat ridden cheeks slowly sinking as the days went on.
“Get outta here little girl, we don’t care for beggars.” The bartender grumbled, a leering jerk of his head as threat and he made his move to leave.
Taeyeon wouldn’t give up that easily. “Please, ahjusshi, one glass.” The arch of her foot held her weight as she leaned over the counter and grabbed his wrist, her other hand held out with her index finger outstretched. “One.” She pleaded.
“Come back when you have some money.” He yanked his wrist away and scoffed at her.
Taeyeon’s head jerked back with a breath of disbelief - people were so rude these days - but she reluctantly returned to her seat. She had found somewhere perfect, a place that would feed her and hold a roof over her shoulders. The only fault was in her lack of money. Taeyeon sighed, huffing and puffing as she cradled her face in her palms and gazed ahead to the framed art of a badly painted cow, wondering how long it would be until the rude bartender ahjusshi kicked her out.
Obviously, it didn’t come soon enough. That familiar flicker of silver bounced off the glass cover, and Taeyeon didn’t hesitate this time around. Twirling on her seat, she followed the light with alarmed eyes in desperate hope to catch something, anything, the thing that was doing this to her.
It was a bracelet, Taeyeon discovered when her eyes fell on the man dressed in black, his face turned and concealed with a heavy hood. Her pulse pumped adrenaline through her faster than what was considered normal, and Taeyeon briefly wondered if he wasn’t dead, if she didn’t kill her rapist like she had done with the others but a slam of glass against wood tore through her. Taeyeon swore she felt a smile as he walked out the door, but she had checked briefly with newly-trained eyes, his build was larger, but it was the same glimmer of light that she had seen many times that night.
Flashes of silver.
Her eyes focused in on the seat that he had left, and if her legs could stand more exertion, she would’ve followed him to double check who it was exactly, but that was when she noticed the small amount of beer left in the pint glass.
Picking herself up with wobbly legs, Taeyeon wandered over to the table and not even checking for observers, she downed the remains of the drink and moaned as it soothed her dry throat, filling in the cracks that saliva failed to do. It wasn’t much, and it was a drink that she despised, but it did the trick.
Taeyeon’s eyes squinted as she moved to put the glass back down, but a stack of crisp bills of money halted her action. Looking around the tavern quickly, Taeyeon was positive that nobody was watching her, that there was no eyes on her and she snatched the money in her palm, counting the amount mentally and deciding that she had enough money to sleep here for a couple of nights, and buy food too.
“Give me your cheapest item on the menu.” Taeyeon demanded, there was no time to play nice anymore and the bartender cocked a brow. “Of food… cheapest item of food.” She mumbled.
“2,500 won.” He held his palm out with a sneer on his lips, half expecting her not to pay up, and when she placed three bills in his hand, he shrugged inwardly and left to the kitchen. She secured the rest in her shoe.
Taeyeon glanced over to the door that the man had closed mere seconds ago, and her brows furrowed in her forehead as her lips pursed. Blinking once, Taeyeon predicted him to walk right back in and demand his money back, but what type of fool leaves that big of a tip in an isolated tavern?
“Best in the house.” The bartender smiled as he placed a bowl down in front of her and uncovered the ceramic, revealing a fully packed bowl of rice. Taeyeon sighed briefly, subconsciously wishing that it was a full roast dinner, but her saliva drooled as she watched the steam slither from the meal. “Enjoy.” He said, placing a pair of wooden chopsticks to the left of her plate and enjoy, she did.
The gas lamp next to her new room barely illuminated the space, but Taeyeon was past caring. The blanket on the bed looked so inviting, welcoming her into it, and it took all of Taeyeon’s willpower not to face plant on it and drift away.
She had done this many times; more times than she cared to remember. And it was getting worse and worse. There was once a time when Taeyeon lived a fairly normal life: she went to high school and graduated with her diploma; she helped her mother out on weekends at their shop in the market, her father a fisherman and their stock being his daily catch. Life by the sea was something she grew to love, she was accustomed to it and her entire world crushed when she first murdered her college tutor, something that was a complete accident. How was she supposed to know that she held strength possible to puncture a main artery with a pencil?
She didn’t have that type of strength. Taeyeon was skin and bones.
The lamp in the bathroom was no different from the bedroom. Peeling her wet and stained shirt off of her body, she dumped it next to the wooden tub and her bra soon followed it. She twisted the knob with her wrist and allowed the water to fill the bath as she shimmied out of her skirt. Her panties were long gone, probably somewhere near the body.
Taeyeon shivered as a cool draft circled her despite being enveloped by warm water a few seconds in and she allowed a few moments to relax in safety, her skin itching from the heat and her pale skin reddening when she brought her hands in front of her face to observe them. How was she capable of doing such things?
Click, click, click.
Her gaze anchored on the bathroom door, listening to the heavy clank of footsteps on the other side.
Her hands moved to cover herself, lip quivering as she swallowed hard. The bolt slammed across the door and it gave a screech as it disengaged on the other side. Taeyeon trembled, her hearing heightening as she listened. Footsteps scratching closer and closer to the bathroom door. She fixed her view to the floor, willing herself to see through the black leather boots that whispered across the wood and halted at the foot of the tub, demanding her undivided attention.
There was nobody there when she looked up, and the silver bracelet plummeted into the water and sparkled on her lap.
Taeyeon had no intentions of ever wearing the bracelet. It was exquisite though, beautiful linking chains that caught your eye even if you weren’t looking for it. No, Taeyeon had no intention of wearing it. In fact, she didn’t even want to see it for a second longer than required. Letting it out of her sight was completely out of the question, she had the bracelet now, nothing will haunt you now Taeyeon.
It rested on the wooden bedside table next to the flickering lamp and Taeyeon blocked the thought as she fell into a deep, dreamless slumber for the first time in weeks.
The bright sunlight spotlighted Taeyeon as she awoke, fighting with the urge to move from the heat and stay starshaped on the tough mattress. After a few seconds of staring at the ceiling, vision slightly impaired from the bright light, the need to escape the heat won. Her muscles ached as she sat up rubbing her forehead, screaming at her for putting them through the exertion that she wasn’t capable of, and she nearly forgot that her clothes were hanging in the bathroom to dry - she had washed them the night before despite him - before a cold draft caressed her naked breasts.
Tousling her locks with her fingertips, Taeyeon yawned as she made her way to the toilet. Her reflection was questionable, Taeyeon mused, but then again so was the mirror itself. She picked up the toothbrush in the container, and the thought of an isolated tavern like this would hold toothbrushes for quests was a little odd and sent a tingle down her naked spine.
The fabric of her garments was still damp when she clothed herself. She didn’t have many accessories like most of the girls her age, Taeyeon realised as she fluffed up her hair in a desperate attempt to look reasonable, but she had a new piece of jewellery, albeit she would never wear it. Realising the difficulty that she had putting on her shoes standing up - her muscles cried for relief - Taeyeon strolled back into the bedroom with her shoe in hand.
It wasn’t there. The bracelet that she kept so close to her in her sleep had melted into thin air. Taeyeon’s eyes grew wide and a flash of tingles electrified her body as her breathing grew shallow. The shoe that she gripped in her fist dropped with a loud thump on the shaking ground underneath her feet. Her legs trembled and she sat down onto the bed, gaze falling onto the table in a scrawl of stained ink behind her lids, tainting her mind.
Taeyeon didn’t know how long she sat there for, mind blank yet full of questions, questions, questions with no answers as she stared at the bared wood. She needed to see if he was real. She needed clarification. Has she been dreaming everything? Was the bracelet even real, or the money? Rushing down the steps to the bar, she brushed against a short black heap making its way upstairs.
“Sorry.” She mumbled, nodding her head in a quick bow. No matter how rushed she was, Taeyeon wouldn’t be rude.
Apparently, the person didn’t abide by the same beliefs, and they didn’t even acknowledge the fact except for a loud scoff that thrashed in Taeyeon’s mind.
“YAH! Where are you coming from, little girl? I thought I told you that we don’t give out free stuff?” The old bartender ahjusshi caught sight of her from behind the bar.
Taeyeon halted and whirled on her feet, eyebrows laced. “Pardon?”
“Why did you just walk down those steps? It’s guests only upstairs.” He interrogated, eyes squinted at her and lips pursed in a thin line. Taeyeon cocked her head.
“But, I paid you yesterday…” Taeyeon murmured, eyes falling downcast in confusion. Upon inspecting her shoes, she hurriedly ripped them off and searched inside for the money - she had tons left over.
It was nowhere to be found. Disappeared, just like the bracelet.
Narrowly managing to escape the tavern without paying for her “free” night, Taeyeon grinded her teeth as she stomped down the dirt track. The forest was significantly different during the day, and she didn’t have the best memory in Korea, but somehow, the second before she missed the entrance, her head turned and she stopped in her tracks.
If Taeyeon doubted her merciless killing before, she had no reason to now. A swarm of flies had already found home near the body and Taeyeon’s glare softened as she stared down at him, remorse flashing behind her lids when she blinked.
“You… I wouldn’t have had to do this… It’s all your fault.” She closed her eyes and allowed a tear to drop down her cheek. Taeyeon didn’t know how she was capable of killing; she wasn’t the type of person. She was innocent.
But those days… Those days when somebody touched her the wrong way, something made her angry, even hand her the wrong change when she ran to the shop for her mother… They never woke up again.
“Hmmm.” Taeyeon glanced up at the sound of an indifferent sigh. “Now, how could a pretty thing like you, do such a horrible crime like this?” A short man stood opposite from her and hummed, doe eyes curled in amusement as they glanced down to the body and back up.
Taeyeon’s eyes widened and she blinked once, thinking and thinking, cursing in her head.
She fled.
And then halted when her head banged into a solid chest.
Tears escaped her duct and she hid her face in her chest. All the running she did, the worrying, the haunting… It was all worth nothing in the end if she got caught. “Please…”
His chest shaking with laughter made her aware of how close they were standing and she took a step back, still holding her face concealed. “Do you even know what you’re begging for, little girl?”
Taeyeon was getting sick of people calling her a little girl. She had murdered humans for Christ’s sake! Her little girl days were long gone, yet she sobbed like a child in her arms, her emotions whispering away with the wind. “Please… I didn’t mean to ahjusshi, it was a mistake. Please, don’t…please, don’t tell anybody.” She sniffled.
The man scoffed and pinched her cheeks with his thumb and index finger, bringing her face up to look at him. “Ahjusshi? I’m 24 years old. I’m not an ‘ah-jus-shi’.” He mimicked her and scoffed again. “Aish, children these days. So imprudent.” He murmured under his breath.
Taeyeon’s head cocked in confusion - he wasn’t even listening to what she was saying. He seemed more interested in the fact that she misinterpreted his age. “Please… let me go.” She whimpered, eyes watching the breeze dust over fallen leaves.
“Let you go?” He smirked and dropped his hand. “But, you’ve committed a horrible, horrible crime. I should turn you in, no?”
“No, no, no, please.” She curled her fingers around his collar slightly to keep him from leaving. “Please, I’ll do anything.” She pleaded, eyes glancing up. He was actually very handsome, chiselled like the Gods with a sharp jawline and curved eyes and Taeyeon blinked once, twice, watching as his pupils blew up.
She had seen that look many times before.
“…Anything?” The man repeated, looking down to her grip on his black jacket with a cocked eyebrow.
She gulped, swallowing her fear and tilting her head with pouty lips. “Anything.”
The man smirked, unpeeling each finger from his coat like a banana. “And what could a young, uncivilised, dirty, penniless girl like you offer me?”
Taeyeon’s gaze hit the dirt with a thud. His words hit home inside Taeyeon, reminding her just of what she had lost on her travels. Her friends, her family, education and morals… It had all passed away with the breeze with every step she took. She was nothing, no different from the bodies she had killed.
The man chuckled in spite. “That’s what I thought.” He rolled his eyes and turned to leave, Taeyeon sinking deeper and deeper.
“Wait…” She called out to him and he stilled, not turning around. “I could have se- I could sleep with you…” She glanced up sheepishly and to her words, he whirled around with a malicious laugh escaping his lips.
“Sweetheart.” He sized her up, Taeyeon shrinking in half at the expectant stare. “You’re a bag of bones. I wouldn’t even fit inside you.” He glanced over her shoulder, over to where the body lay. “Did he fit?” He smirked as his gaze fell back onto her. “Or did you not let him?” The man shrugged like his interest lay elsewhere, indifferent despite knowing every. thing. that. happened. Taeyeon’s muscles tensed and she wondered just who this man was, why he was there, and why he hadn’t turned her in yet. He obviously wanted something.
“Who…who are you?”
The man smiled. “Not who, Taeyeon, but what.” He licked his lips. “You have three days to find something worth my time, or else you are finished. When the time comes, you’ll find me.”
And then he was gone.
As a small child, Taeyeon’s mother had told her of dragons, vampires, black magic, witches and warlocks. As a child she was never critical, simply listened to the elaborate stories of murder and mystery. But, she never mentioned anything about strange men who appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye. She failed to warn Taeyeon about men who had knowledge of the details that only she knew.
Her steps were weakening. Returning to the tavern was the only option she could think of, despite it being the most ludicrous thing she could possibly do. Return she could not, a trap manifested by the evil parasite that was working her mind in circles.
She found a secluded part of the woods, a resembling cave with jumping shadows casted by the limbs of trees, approximately ten yards from the dirt track. It would do the trick for the night, and Taeyeon curled up in a tight ball, hugging her legs to her chest as she lay on her side, eyes vacantly staring out into the distance.
Outside, the earth warmed with the sun. But inside her mind, a storm thrashed. Dozens of tangled voices howled in the strong wind of that storm. Most of them consisted of that mysterious, beautiful man; how he knew her name, what he could possibly want from her in return of keeping his silence and the forever questionable mention of what, and not who. But the silent whispers of her self-worth were there; how she was a liability to herself and her family and could never possibly return home, or even see their cherished faces again in her existence.
Her thoughts wandered back to…him. It? Taeyeon pouted, she didn’t even know his name.
She fell asleep thinking of him, and she even had a dream that they shared a rated kiss, not for the view of children, as much as she hated the thought. That man…he was scum.
It happened too fast. Her pickpocketing skills weren’t as trained as she thought, and Taeyeon whimpered as she begged her legs to speed up. “Fuck.” She cursed, hair whipping as she looked over her shoulder to see how close her chaser was. The leather wallet in her hand was obviously expensive, and Taeyeon just knew that the man who she stole it from was loaded beyond belief. Bingo.
But that was until she ran down a dead end alleyway, and Taeyeon clenched her fists, a string of profanity leaving her lips as he turned around to see the man huffing and puffing to a stop.
“Give it back little girl and nobody gets hurt.”
Taeyeon scoffed. “Please. What could a scummy rat like you possibly do to me?” She said before she could even think of forming words, directly insulting the man’s ego and he smirked as he took one, two, three steps towards her. Naturally, Taeyeon stepped back and felt a ridge smack into her back. A dumpster, it turned out, big and with metal outlines was what she bumped into as the man closed in on her.
And then, before Taeyeon even thought about anything else, she curled her hand around the man’s head and pushed it towards the metal with so much force that her limbs were shaking. He dropped limp immediately, blood already surfacing from his forehead and Taeyeon took a nervous step back, hands shaking and covered in blood when she looked down to them.
“Tsk, another one added to your list?” Taeyeon looked up to find that familiar man leaning against the dumpster, his hand reaching out to run it across the blood smear. Taeyeon watched, nerves tingling, as he brought it up to his face, sniffed it and his face contorted in disgust. “Ew.” He simply said as he rubbed his thumb over the blood on his fingers.
The blood disappeared.
“What do you want from me? What are you doing to me?!” Taeyeon cried, pushing him as hard as she could, but he barely budged an inch and only cocked a brow with a disgusting, smug smirk on his face.
“Taeyeon, my child, you are asking all the wrong things.” He smiled, superficial and condescending.
“What…” Taeyeon took a deep breath. “What are you?”
The man grinned then, like the Cheshire cat, and then simply vanished into thin air. Taeyeon blinked in surprise, but she heard his voice. “Did your mother tell you stories as a child, Taeyeon?”
Her breath hitched, she could feel his lips against her ear, and she nodded feebly.
“The ones about an elaborate, fire breathing dragon that watches over the castle at the top of the hill?” He said as the world suddenly shifted, and she was standing on the edge of castle wall, eyes widening when she looked down to see a black dragon, wings spread like he was about to go into flight but didn’t.
Then, she was back in the alley.
“Or… Perhaps, of those ugly, mean witches who brew children feet and tongue of man?” The man said, diverting them to an old cottage in the small hills, barely grasping enough time to escape when the witch, in her long, black gown and beret caught sight of them.
“What are you doing to me?! Stop!” Taeyeon whirled around and she saw him simply staring at her with a small smile.
“What is it that you wish for, Taeyeon?” He asked, taking a step towards her and cupping her face in his hand. “Is it money?” He brought his hand up, a wad of bills wedged between his fingers. “Or, is it food?” He twirled his fingers and placed out his hand again, only this time there was a small bowl of rice in his palm. “Or, forgive me if this is a little far-fetched, but perhaps you wish for this?” He whispered, twirling the silver bracelet around his index finger.
“No! Stop it!” Taeyeon pushed him away and the bracelet soared through the air, and then disappeared. “Stop it, stop it, please stop.” She wailed, her fists pounding into his chest. “What are you doing to me?” She slumped against his chest, lips quivering.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kim Jonghyun, illusionist extraordinaire.” He said with a grin, waved his hands around exaggeratedly, like a phony magician would do and bowed. Taeyeon’s features hardened. Black magic. She had heard of it, and she would have nothing to do it, no matter how crazy she was, or how fucked up she was.
“Get away from me.”
“Is that any way to treat somebody who make you feel like every day you lived, was on your deathbed?” Jonghyun’s smile faded and his eyes darkened.
And all of a sudden, Taeyeon didn’t hate him anymore. She felt drawn to him like an orb of light in perpetual black. She realised just how brilliant he was, how amazing his magic was, how his previous annoying cocky exterior was attractive now.
Taeyeon closed the distance between them and roughly pressed her lips against his. He wasn’t surprised, and they both instantly melted into the kiss as Taeyeon allowed him entrance, sighing contently as his tongue flicked against the roof of her mouth. He cradled her head in his palms, a moan caught at the back of his throat as she clenched her fists around the fabric of his black shirt, tugging him closer, trying to feel more of him.
When they pulled away, she hated him again in the blink of Jonghyun’s eyes.
“Do not mess with me, Taeyeon. You might do something that you regret.” He warned and she instantly understood just what Jonghyun could do, just how much he could hurt her, how he could break her world or build it up in the blink of an eye. “Let’s go back to my palace. You could use a little pampering, dear.”
Taeyeon’s fingers curled around her towel, keeping it in place as she sat on Jonghyun’s bed, eyes darting around the large bedroom. Perhaps she could flee? Would he be able to catch her? Taeyeon sighed when she realised that he could probably kill her in a blink of his eye, and no matter what Taeyeon had done, no matter how her life was now, she still wanted to live.
She quivered as she thought about Jonghyun, how he could change her emotions, how he could twist her world with his fingers. Her grip tightened on her towel when she heard the click of the door behind her and the solid thud of boots coming closer and closer to her. It reminded of the tense moment in the tavern, but this time, Jonghyun didn’t disappear, and this time he pulled her off the bed and towards him, his breath fanning over her flesh.
Taeyeon shivered, eyes looking down to the floor to avoid his gaze. Maybe, if she didn’t look at him, he couldn’t do anything to her. It didn’t matter though, it was clearly false hope, and a flood of lust pooled in the pit of stomach. All of a sudden, Jonghyun was beautiful, he was everything, and she needed him.
Taeyeon didn’t hesitate to kiss Jonghyun again. She pressed their lips together, fingers gripping his shoulders and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him while he nudged her back towards the bed. When the mattress hit the back of her knees, she caved in and Jonghyun landed on top of her, his hard cock digging into her thigh.
Taeyeon pulled away to look at Jonghyun, noticing how blown his pupils were, how red his lips were from her abuse, how bad he needed her. And she needed him too. She craved for his touches, she needed him to make her better. She had never felt something like this for a person before, but she didn’t question it. All she knew was Jonghyun, Jonghyun, Jonghyun.
Jonghyun kissed his way up Taeyeon’s milky smooth thighs, pausing to nibble on a particularly delicious piece of flesh, and she whimpered, her breath stuttering as he hooked his fingers into her towel and let it unravel. He sharply inhaled upon his first glance at her pink folds, the wetness apparent with the light and he rushed as he whipped the towel from behind her, tossing it over his shoulder and beckoning Taeyeon’s legs open again with soft nips to her bony legs.
“Oh God, Jonghyun.” She moaned, her hands burying in his hair as his nose brushed against the heat, tongue darting out to soak up the wetness on her folds before pushing underneath, tongue pressed flatly against her exposed clit. Taeyeon panted, massaging Jonghyun’s head with her blunt nails and he moaned against her like she was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted and he couldn’t wait to devour her completely. Sliding his hand down her thigh and curving his hand around her knee, Jonghyun pulled her leg over his shoulder and let her calf drape down his back as he circled her sensitive clit with his tongue, and Taeyeon let her head fall against the pillow, a drawn out moan escaping her throat.
“Jong…” Her toes curled and her muscles clenched as he pushed two fingers inside her, curving to hit her g-spot and Taeyeon’s vision blurred, a wave of pleasure surging through her. “Fuck.” She breathed, and Jonghyun moaned in response, suckling on her clit and pumping his fingers in and out of her quickly.
“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t know those words.” He smirked as he pulled away, her wetness smeared across his chin and hair ruffled messily from her tugging. She quickly tugged him towards her, kissing him deeply as she tried to undress him, tried to free what she wanted to most right now but Jonghyun only laughed.
“Eager… Just how I like it.” He winked, pulling the fabric of his shirt over his head and Taeyeon pushed him down to the bed, unbuckling his jeans as quick as she could and finally moaned when she saw Jonghyun’s thick cock unconfined. She licked her lips, eyes trained on his cock, furious and red from neglect and Taeyeon leaned down, trailing a thin line of spit from the base to tip but Jonghyun stopped her, gripping her hair and pulling back, exposing her neck for him to nibble on.
“Another time.” Jonghyun said, but Taeyeon heard the hurt in his voice, although she couldn’t pinpoint why he would be hurt at a time like this, when Taeyeon felt best. He cupped her head and softly placed her head on the pillows, kissing her forehead before he lined himself up, and with one last longing gaze, he slowly pushed inside her.
Taeyeon immediately felt a rush of pleasure, chewing on her lip as she heard his breath stutter and he leaned forward to peck her nose. Taeyeon didn’t particularly understand why he was acting this way, acting like he loved her and couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her.
“You feel so good, Taeyeon.” He moaned as he shallowly thrust inside her and Taeyeon whimpered at his words, lips parted as her hands gripped the sheets. “You’re so wet, baby.” Taeyeon nodded in response, wrapping her arms around him and clawing at his back, leaning forward to kiss his neck. Jonghyun exhaled loudly as she hooked her leg over his back, bringing him closer to her, making him shove deeper inside her.
“Don’t stop.” Taeyeon moaned as she felt him abuse her g-spot, each hit making her head whirl and her clit throb. Jonghyun murmured a response but she didn’t quite catch it, not that she cared. All that she could think of was how good Jonghyun felt inside her, how she needed to feel more of him even though he was already so deep inside her. His thrusts were quickening and Taeyeon mewled quietly when his thumb circled her pulsating clit messily, bringing her closer and closer.
Her back arched off the mattress when she came, her heels digging into the bed as each wave flooded through her and she called out Jonghyun’s name, her muscles contracting around his cock so tightly. He held his need for release in until she slumped back against the bed and he pulled out, nudged her legs out the way and came on her chest, his cum abstractly dotting over her pink nipples.
Taeyeon felt sleep overcoming her as soon as he flopped on the bed next to her.
The harsh beeping of Taeyeon’s alarm clock awoke her. She opened her eyes slowly, shaking her ruffling her hair as her eyes adjusted to the light pooling through her window and she clumsily reached over to press the stop button. Despite the fact that she woke up early each morning for school, her body just never got accustomed to it; perhaps that was because she went to bed late at night, but the idea was still the same. Dragging herself out of bed was the hardest part. Her mother always yelled at her for opening her window at night, but it was a habit that she just couldn’t stop.
“See you tonight, ma.” Taeyeon called out as she slipped her feet into her shoes, yawning into the back of her hand as she closed the front door and made her way to the bus stop.
“Hey, Taeyeon.” Minjung called out to her and Taeyeon whirled around, a wide grin on her face.
“Hello, unnie!” Taeyeon greeted her and they fell into step, walking towards the school gate before their other three friends joined them.
“Minjung, that hairband is so out of style. Bows are so hot right now.” Gwiboon pointed out as she twirled her hair around her finger and Minjung scoffed.
“Don’t give in Minjung.” Eunsook warned her and Taeyeon smiled, her laugh muffled by a cough. “I heard there is a new student starting today. Well, actually, there is, I heard Park Songsaengnim talking about it in the library.”
“Class, we have a new student today. Why don’t you introduce yourself?” Park Songsaengnim suggested and Taeyeon’s gaze travelled to where a short teen stood awkwardly, fidgeting with his thumbs.
“Uh…The name’s Jonghyun?” Was all he said and Park Songsaengnim sighed.
“Sit in that empty seat over there.” She said and Taeyeon let out a breath of relief. She was never good with new people, so thank goodness she wouldn’t have to hoard the new kid around. But, when Taeyeon glanced over to him halfway her lesson, her head jerked back in surprise.
He was blatantly staring at her, and Taeyeon really wasn’t sure why that frightened her so much.