for love;
Title: for love;
Pairing: ontae
Genre: ... uhm. Rom...ance? Yeah. Sure.
Warnings: creepy!jinki. LOL character death, twisted minds, cursing. blah blah.
rated: pg-13
Jinki had always been a level headed person. When he was a child, when he was a teenager, and even now- when he was twenty-one years old. In his prime. He had always believed in love, ever since his mother read him his first fairytale. And since then, he had vowed he would do anything and everything for love.
Anything it took.
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Jinki smiles and bows at a nurse he passes as he walks along the grass to the small pond. He sits down on a nearby bench, and takes in a breath, smile never fading from his face. “Why are you all smiley this afternoon, hyung?” Taemin asks Jinki from his perch on the bench next to him. Jinki turns startled. "Oh! Taemin, you should know better than to scare your elders like that. I could have had a heart attack. When did you get here, anyway?" he pouts slightly. "Just now- you were too busy spacing out." Taemin giggles, and runs a hand through Jinki's hair affectionately. Jinki leans into the touch, oblivious to the streams of red becoming one with the silky strands.
"I was thinking about you, beautiful." Taemin smiles, lips curling in an almost Cheshire cat like way, and he pulls Jinki in closer; strangely cold fingertips pressing into the older boys back. "Would you like to come inside with me, Taeminnie? My meeting is in a few minutes, but I don't want you to go." Jinki stands after pulling away from Taemin's grip and holds out his hand. Taemin takes it cheerfully and hums a merry little tune, as they trace back up the pathway to the tall building before them.
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Choi Minho was most certainly, by all means a patient man. Though, his profession included talking to the criminally insane, and trying to sort through the riddles and clues of their mind. Lee Jinki had to have been one of his most complex cases in the longest time. Minho takes in a breath at the sound of a knock on the oak door of his office. “Come in,” his voice resonates low through the room.
The door opens and Jinki steps inside, all smiles and innocence. “Good morning, Mr. Choi!” he greets cheerfully, and shuts the door behind him. “Please, Jinki, I told you to call me Minho.” Minho sometimes finds it hard to believe that Jinki is capable of doing any kind of harm to anyone or anything. And yet…
“Oh, you know Taemin doesn’t really like the idea of that. He says it too personal.” He laughs as he takes a seat in the chair across from the doctor.
“Ah, right. I keep forgetting, my apologies. I take it then, that you are still seeing Taemin?” Minho already knows the answer but asks anyway, as he flips open his yellow notepad, and clicks his pen; poised and ready to write all the dirty little secrets in Jinki’s mind. Jinki tilts his head confused. “Of course, it’s not like he’s dead or something. He’s my boyfriend.” Jinki smiles fondly as he says it, and Minho starts to feel uneasy as he does every time they have their daily meetings. Deciding not to touch on that comment, he moves to something different.
“How have you been sleeping as of late, Jinki?” Minho asks, his gaze meets the other mans. Jinki’s eyes become dark, a deep storm brewing within them. “I’ve been having nightmares.” And he starts to stare off in space, thinking of his dreams, or perhaps memories. “Tell me about them, Jinki.” And he does.
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“Jinki, it’s not…I just can’t deal with this shit, anymore! You’re constantly checking up on me like I’m a fucking child; asking where I’ve been and with who. I can’t-” Taemin leans against the kitchen counter head in his hands. “I can’t be with you anymore, Jinki.”
Jinki is standing in the entry way to the kitchen, eyes wide, and trying to grip at any of the fleeting thoughts passing through his brain. “B-but, Taemin, I love you! And you love me too, why- you can’t just leave-” Jinki steps towards Taemin. The auburn haired boy raises his gaze to meet the older mans, eyes shimmering. “Jinki, sometimes love isn’t enough. And sometimes, it’s too much. You’re smothering me lately-confining me in a smaller and smaller cage, and I’m ending it.”
Taemin pushes past Jinki, making his way to their bedroom. But Jinki won’t let it end there; he loves Taemin, and he’s not going to let him go without a fight. While Taemin is putting together his clothes in his suitcase, tears dropping like liquid pain as he comes across the music box Jinki got him for his birthday last year, when two strong arms wrap around him; embracing him tightly.
“Taemin, please don’t leave me. I-I love you with everything I am. I’ll do anything if only you’ll stay.” Jinki whispers lovingly into Taemin’s ear, voice thick. Taemin wipes his eyes and tries not to melt into Jinki’s warmth. “N-no, Jinki. I need to do this.”
And Jinki is tightening his grip around Taemin, pressing the tip of the knife to his heart; he pauses for just a moment. “That’s too bad, Taeminnie. I’m going to miss hearing your voice.” And Jinki is gentle with the thrashing, and screaming Taemin, as he cuts out the boy’s heart; whispering sweet, sweet words to him as he slowly falls limp.
The blood is warm on Jinki’s hands and his shirt, and is probably going to stain the carpet, but he’s too busy getting his needle and thread ready. He takes care when pushing the needle through the young boy’s plump lips, watching the beads of red as they swell to the surface. He weaves the thread through eyelashes and skin at Taemin’s eyes, kissing away the crimson tears. “Shh, Taeminnie. Everything is better now; I love you.” And he sews hearts into Taemin’s wrists next; concentrates on the task before he glances down into the hole where the young boy’s heart is resting.
Jinki is finally done with his task, and admires his work after laying the boy down in their bed. But something feels off to him, and then he realizes. He can’t just leave Taemin’s heart for everyone else to see. Its Jinki’s. Jinki thinks for a moment, before a bright smile skips onto his face. “I know the perfect place where you’ll be safe.”
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Minho takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. He never got use to Jinki’s retelling of the murder; no matter how many times the man heard it. Why did Jonghyun and Kibum always have to send him the fucking legitimately insane, murderers'? "Jinki," Minho finally speaks, and turns brown doe eyes to the man. “Where is Taemin's heart?" Jinki shifts his gaze to the floor, lips pursing in contemplation. "In my secret place."
Minho leans forward, voice lowering. "Where is your 'secret place', Jinki?" And Jinki starts to laugh, though it is neither joyful nor sad. Not even the laugh of a murderer. It is...empty. He turns blazing eyes on Minho. "You know I can't tell you that- Taeminnie would get mad." Minho decides to try one more thing; a question he has never asked before now. "Why did you do it?"
Jinki's laugh stops abruptly, a deep fondness slips across his features, as he turns slightly, looking towards the corner closest to him. Taemin stands there; crimson stains the white of his dress shirt, pours from the gaping hole in his chest to thread through his fingers. Its seeping from his lips and his eyes; as he forever cries a river of blood. And Taemin raises his index finger to his stitched lips, smile threatening to rip them open. Shh. Jinki, never taking his gaze away from the gorgeous figure before him, smiles. "I did it for love."
Pairing: ontae
Genre: ... uhm. Rom...ance? Yeah. Sure.
Warnings: creepy!jinki. LOL character death, twisted minds, cursing. blah blah.
rated: pg-13
Jinki had always been a level headed person. When he was a child, when he was a teenager, and even now- when he was twenty-one years old. In his prime. He had always believed in love, ever since his mother read him his first fairytale. And since then, he had vowed he would do anything and everything for love.
Anything it took.
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Jinki smiles and bows at a nurse he passes as he walks along the grass to the small pond. He sits down on a nearby bench, and takes in a breath, smile never fading from his face. “Why are you all smiley this afternoon, hyung?” Taemin asks Jinki from his perch on the bench next to him. Jinki turns startled. "Oh! Taemin, you should know better than to scare your elders like that. I could have had a heart attack. When did you get here, anyway?" he pouts slightly. "Just now- you were too busy spacing out." Taemin giggles, and runs a hand through Jinki's hair affectionately. Jinki leans into the touch, oblivious to the streams of red becoming one with the silky strands.
"I was thinking about you, beautiful." Taemin smiles, lips curling in an almost Cheshire cat like way, and he pulls Jinki in closer; strangely cold fingertips pressing into the older boys back. "Would you like to come inside with me, Taeminnie? My meeting is in a few minutes, but I don't want you to go." Jinki stands after pulling away from Taemin's grip and holds out his hand. Taemin takes it cheerfully and hums a merry little tune, as they trace back up the pathway to the tall building before them.
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Choi Minho was most certainly, by all means a patient man. Though, his profession included talking to the criminally insane, and trying to sort through the riddles and clues of their mind. Lee Jinki had to have been one of his most complex cases in the longest time. Minho takes in a breath at the sound of a knock on the oak door of his office. “Come in,” his voice resonates low through the room.
The door opens and Jinki steps inside, all smiles and innocence. “Good morning, Mr. Choi!” he greets cheerfully, and shuts the door behind him. “Please, Jinki, I told you to call me Minho.” Minho sometimes finds it hard to believe that Jinki is capable of doing any kind of harm to anyone or anything. And yet…
“Oh, you know Taemin doesn’t really like the idea of that. He says it too personal.” He laughs as he takes a seat in the chair across from the doctor.
“Ah, right. I keep forgetting, my apologies. I take it then, that you are still seeing Taemin?” Minho already knows the answer but asks anyway, as he flips open his yellow notepad, and clicks his pen; poised and ready to write all the dirty little secrets in Jinki’s mind. Jinki tilts his head confused. “Of course, it’s not like he’s dead or something. He’s my boyfriend.” Jinki smiles fondly as he says it, and Minho starts to feel uneasy as he does every time they have their daily meetings. Deciding not to touch on that comment, he moves to something different.
“How have you been sleeping as of late, Jinki?” Minho asks, his gaze meets the other mans. Jinki’s eyes become dark, a deep storm brewing within them. “I’ve been having nightmares.” And he starts to stare off in space, thinking of his dreams, or perhaps memories. “Tell me about them, Jinki.” And he does.
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“Jinki, it’s not…I just can’t deal with this shit, anymore! You’re constantly checking up on me like I’m a fucking child; asking where I’ve been and with who. I can’t-” Taemin leans against the kitchen counter head in his hands. “I can’t be with you anymore, Jinki.”
Jinki is standing in the entry way to the kitchen, eyes wide, and trying to grip at any of the fleeting thoughts passing through his brain. “B-but, Taemin, I love you! And you love me too, why- you can’t just leave-” Jinki steps towards Taemin. The auburn haired boy raises his gaze to meet the older mans, eyes shimmering. “Jinki, sometimes love isn’t enough. And sometimes, it’s too much. You’re smothering me lately-confining me in a smaller and smaller cage, and I’m ending it.”
Taemin pushes past Jinki, making his way to their bedroom. But Jinki won’t let it end there; he loves Taemin, and he’s not going to let him go without a fight. While Taemin is putting together his clothes in his suitcase, tears dropping like liquid pain as he comes across the music box Jinki got him for his birthday last year, when two strong arms wrap around him; embracing him tightly.
“Taemin, please don’t leave me. I-I love you with everything I am. I’ll do anything if only you’ll stay.” Jinki whispers lovingly into Taemin’s ear, voice thick. Taemin wipes his eyes and tries not to melt into Jinki’s warmth. “N-no, Jinki. I need to do this.”
And Jinki is tightening his grip around Taemin, pressing the tip of the knife to his heart; he pauses for just a moment. “That’s too bad, Taeminnie. I’m going to miss hearing your voice.” And Jinki is gentle with the thrashing, and screaming Taemin, as he cuts out the boy’s heart; whispering sweet, sweet words to him as he slowly falls limp.
The blood is warm on Jinki’s hands and his shirt, and is probably going to stain the carpet, but he’s too busy getting his needle and thread ready. He takes care when pushing the needle through the young boy’s plump lips, watching the beads of red as they swell to the surface. He weaves the thread through eyelashes and skin at Taemin’s eyes, kissing away the crimson tears. “Shh, Taeminnie. Everything is better now; I love you.” And he sews hearts into Taemin’s wrists next; concentrates on the task before he glances down into the hole where the young boy’s heart is resting.
Jinki is finally done with his task, and admires his work after laying the boy down in their bed. But something feels off to him, and then he realizes. He can’t just leave Taemin’s heart for everyone else to see. Its Jinki’s. Jinki thinks for a moment, before a bright smile skips onto his face. “I know the perfect place where you’ll be safe.”
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Minho takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. He never got use to Jinki’s retelling of the murder; no matter how many times the man heard it. Why did Jonghyun and Kibum always have to send him the fucking legitimately insane, murderers'? "Jinki," Minho finally speaks, and turns brown doe eyes to the man. “Where is Taemin's heart?" Jinki shifts his gaze to the floor, lips pursing in contemplation. "In my secret place."
Minho leans forward, voice lowering. "Where is your 'secret place', Jinki?" And Jinki starts to laugh, though it is neither joyful nor sad. Not even the laugh of a murderer. It is...empty. He turns blazing eyes on Minho. "You know I can't tell you that- Taeminnie would get mad." Minho decides to try one more thing; a question he has never asked before now. "Why did you do it?"
Jinki's laugh stops abruptly, a deep fondness slips across his features, as he turns slightly, looking towards the corner closest to him. Taemin stands there; crimson stains the white of his dress shirt, pours from the gaping hole in his chest to thread through his fingers. Its seeping from his lips and his eyes; as he forever cries a river of blood. And Taemin raises his index finger to his stitched lips, smile threatening to rip them open. Shh. Jinki, never taking his gaze away from the gorgeous figure before him, smiles. "I did it for love."