[B29] CASE #283
Prompt Code: B29
Title: Case #283
Rating: R
Side pairings (if any): None
Word Count: ~6.4k
Summary: Society after World War IV became fixated on disguising control as free will. Freedom came in pill form, taken once daily to continue the next scene of the federal produced film. Side effects included submission.
Warnings: cursing, sex, mentions of blood
AN: I tried to make this as creepy and psychological as possible since I’m a sucker for these types of stories. Kyungsoo’s sadistic personality mixed with Jongin’s upbeat personality really helped me make the story come to life, plus who can resist drama?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A single clear tube connected infant to life, to personality. The same syrupy substance transferred to every child at the time of conception flowed slowly, playing with its future victim as if was saying “you’re mine.” Another beep. A pen scratched the clean surface of the clipboard. Infant #7397 sorted. Three minutes and twenty four seconds of freedom. 204 seconds of independence from tyranny. The infant was considered lucky to be allowed that much time.
The systematic sorting began shortly after World War IV. Strong powers had done away with brute force and turned to a human’s capabilities instead. Tapping into neurons, billions of minuscule electrical impulses, billions of microscopic substances coding a being’s existence became a necessity. Chemical warfare transferred itself into soldier after soldier captured and rewired to fight against their own nation. Their synapses altered in favor of sheer domination.
Years after the war began, the enemy surrendered. The forgetful nature of time blurred the lines between good and evil. Perhaps it was a battle of villains fighting in the name of complete control. Scientists forced to manifest serums capable of formulating puppets of the government soon hid from the power-hungry officials still drunk on supremacy, but their asylum caused uproars in the system. Hundreds were captured and forced to reinstate the system of categorization in the military, then businesses, then the public. Euphoric lifestyles manipulated the meek while delusion conquered the strong. Diplomacy distorted to a hallucinogen of content happiness. Freedom came in pill form, taken once daily to continue the next scene of the federal produced film. Side effects included submission.
Infant #7397: Do Kyungsoo
DOB: 01-12-2093
Category: Psych
Three minutes and twenty five seconds after birth. The serum reached the frontal lobe. Fragments of a specific future wandered, waiting to be activated. Creativity, intelligence, movements, all immediately mapped out and put into temporary hibernation. Psychs have always been the most interesting humans to create. Accounting for only a percent of the population, Psychs contained the culmination of darkness suppressed in “normal” civilians. Criminals, killers, hackers, and spies all stemmed from the black pill’s chemistry.
Do Kyungsoo’s black syrup coded for a serial killer.
To counteract the darkness, light acted as a balance. The remaining population was created as plentiful prey to satiate its thirst; however they do not know of their functions. Everyone would go about their daily lives as the government intended. The Remedials would dedicate their lives to nurturing the young minds of future generations. The Entertainers enthralled everyone with their emotional performances. The Athletics fueled the public’s nationalistic fever with each sporting event. The Subordinates completed the tasks other categories could waste no time or effort on. Every living being had a job, a purpose on Earth to keep the world safe from another dangerous war.
Infant #4038: Kim Jongin
DOB: 01-14-2094
Category: Entertainer
An easy decision. One minute and thirty eight seconds of freedom. Blue liquid dripped down the thin tube connected to the newborn’s spinal cord. Codes rewired, free will became monitored. The infant opened its eyes, wonder evident on its face. He was enraptured by the new world and its fixed opportunities.
Kim Jongin chemically balanced as a contemporary dancer.
Twenty one years later both men lived in perfect opposition. One spent his days amongst the shadows, waiting in the darkness for a new victim. The other lived in the open surrounded by adoring fans calling for him to take center stage.
Kyungsoo had to have order, structure, something to keep his thoughts in line. Without control his mind would have free reign to turn completely insane, at least that was what the pill told him. The pill was his religion. Kyungsoo admired it every morning before beginning his day, watching its deep syrup center swirl inside the clear capsule with a sinister smile. He took a swig of his water as the pill slid down his throat. The outer shell of the substance disintegrated and allowed the millions of neurological pathogens to attach to his brain. Kyungsoo smiled to himself before opening the door to his “office” as he liked to call it.
“Now, who’s today’s lucky contestant?” He wondered aloud, tracing a slender finger across the large pinboard of victims.
The finger made a trail across pictures of beautiful men and women. Some had crudely drawn X’s on them, some had black circles, some were left untouched. He paused and backtracked to the face of a young boy about his own age.
“Perfect,” he plucked the photograph and ran his thumb over the future victim’s face, “I can’t wait to meet you Kim Jongin.”
Kyungsoo’s motives stemmed from a childhood trauma--induced by the government of course. At the age of six he witnessed an older man beating another adult, a woman no less. Being the lovely child he was, he reported the incident to his mom, but he was only told in return that no one was there.
More and more hallucinations of violence occurred, making young Kyungsoo take in greater amounts of psychological damage. What he once believed to be morally wrong, became his stress reducer. He enjoyed seeing others writhe in pain because everyone was tainted. No one deserved to contaminate his home. He believed he was doing the world a service by eliminating the world of the impure.
“It’s a shame you’re pretty,” Kyungsoo muttered as he continued his day conducting research on his next victim.
“Jongin! Keep your toe pointed! You can’t be looking sloppy!” Jongin’s long-time friend and instructor Yixing shouted from the corner of the studio.
The rhythmic music continued to play in the background while Jongin perfectly executed every step. He moved his body with precision, something his pill designated him to do.
The song ended, and Jongin swiped the back of his hand over his forehead, wiping off the beads of sweat onto his shirt. He grabbed a water from Yixing’s grasp and looked at the clock on the wall, “Oh shit it's late! I have to feed my dogs!”
With that he haphazardly threw his dance gear into his duffle bag and sprinted out the studio doors, managing to run into someone walking by.
“Sorry!” He yelled as he kept running towards his apartment complex. He failed to notice the same stranger pursuing him.
“Ah so this is where you live,” Kyungsoo mused with a smirk, “I'll see you tomorrow Jongin.”
The following day Jongin’s routine began normally. He fed his dogs, ate food, and prepared for dance as usual, but he forgot a crucial part of his daily life. His pill. Oh well, one day wouldn't hurt.
Kyungsoo started his day with a scowl which was not typical despite his occupation. The reason? He overslept by two minutes and twenty three seconds. Now his calculations for pursuing his prey were disturbed, and he hated spontaneity.
“Fucking God! I'm late!” Kyungsoo screamed out loud.
In an attempt to catch up to his desired schedule, he rushed his morning meal. Milk? Check. Cereal? Check. Pill? He was already out the door before he could realize his mistake.
“I swear I’ll strangle the inventor of alarm clocks. This is bull--woah, hello.”
Kyungsoo looked at the sky, then back at the buildings around him. Something seemed off. Very off. The dark aura everything usually gave off was completely gone, and so was his constant urge to slit someone’s throat. The world looked brighter and more alive. He felt as if he could actually feel on his own.
“What the hell happened?” He wondered, completely awestruck by the sudden change in his environment, “Everything’s so--”
“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t see where I was going,” A voice apologized after he ran into Kyungsoo.
Both men locked eyes with each other, and Kyungsoo became ecstatic. Well, he felt as if he should have felt happy that his victim was only a few feet away from him, but he held no emotion. In fact, he actually found the guy pretty attractive.
C’mon just grab his neck already! Squeeze the life out of him! Kyungsoo shouted in his head as a way to force out negative energy. Damnit! Murder is wrong. Why am I so keen on killing?
“Ah! Make it stop!” Kyungsoo shouted aloud, grabbing both sides of his head in frustration.
“A-are you okay?” Jongin asked with a hint of fear laced in his words.
The older boy ignored him and continued, “Why can’t I do it? What made me--shit! Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn’t take my pill.”
“Wait, you didn’t take your pill?”
“What? No, no you must’ve heard wrong.”
“It’s okay,” Jongin awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “I kinda forgot too.”
He stuck out his hand in front of Kyungsoo in a friendly gesture, “I’m Kim Jongin, Entertainer.”
“Do Kyungsoo, Psych,” The other replied rather warily.
“You’re a Psych? Huh, you look too innocent to be one.”
“Well, you’re definitely an Entertainer,” Kyungsoo eyed Jongin’s body and smirked suggestively.
Why am I acting this way?
Catching the hint Jongin nodded, “You think so?” He leaned in to ghost his lips over the other’s ear, “How about I show you my performance then?”
Why am I being so sexual?
“With pleasure.”
Why are we doing this?
Jongin walked by Kyungsoo, making sure to brush his hips over the older male’s crotch. Having nothing to do other than follow the dancer, he walked behind him, keeping his eyes on the other’s ass. Thank god for dancers and tight pants.
The door to Jongin’s apartment swung open, leaving plenty of room for the two to enter with ease. Kyungsoo had been guided by the pull of Jongin’s arm into a bedroom he assumed to be the younger male’s. If his OCD side had time to admire the organization of said room he would, but his mind solely focused on the Entertainer currently straddling him on the blue cotton sheets of the bed. It was magical--to say the least--with the way Jongin’s thin body knew the right places to go, the right actions to take. One could say he already was well acquainted with Kyungsoo and his weaknesses.
“I’ll take care of you tonight,” Jongin purred in the older’s ear, his lust filled eyes locking onto the thin t-shirt sticking to Kyungsoo’s skin.
The Entertainer trailed his fingers along the collar of the shirt, tugging at the stretchy material. His lips ghosted over the smooth skin of Kyungsoo’s neck before connecting them together. Jongin chose a particular spot to run his tongue over as he softly bit at the sensitive area. A gasp escaped the Psych’s pink lips as he felt a tingling sensation flow through his body, something he’s never experienced before.
Kyungsoo’s mind clouded with ecstasy as the younger slid down to the bottom hem of his shirt, biting the end with his teeth. Jongin eased his shirt off of his torso to expose the Psych’s abs. With a smirk, his lips ghosted over the exposed skin, breathing lightly just above his v-line.
“You know…” Kyungsoo spoke in a breathy voice, “I’m supposed to...kill you.”
Jongin only hummed as he tilted his head up at the other’s face, his eyes laced with lust. He held eye contact with Kyungsoo while tugging his pants down agonizingly slow: “But I know...you won’t.”
“And why is that?”
The Entertainer positioned himself directly overtop the older male, trapping him with his body. Jongin stroked a finger along Kyungsoo’s jaw line, “Because,” he tilted his chin up higher, “you would’ve done it sooner.”
“Someone’s confident.”
“Just because I'm an Entertainer doesn't mean I can't read people.” Jongin moved back down to Kyungsoo’s v-line, smirking as he saw the other’s boxers outline his erection. “So it's easy to tell that...” he tugs at the waistband of his boxers peeking out from his pants but doesn't completely pull them down. “...you're enjoying this.”
Kyungsoo huffed in frustration, “Stop being such a tease.”
Jongin only chuckled as he slid down the Psych’s underwear until his lower body was completely uncovered. He eyed the other’s naked lower body with lust, an emotion he never felt previously in his life.
The smaller male mirrored his emotions, grasping at the hem of his t-shirt. “Why do I have to be the only one naked?” He smirked as he gingerly lifted the fabric over Jongin’s head.
Jongin silently worked his way to Kyungsoo’s erection. He blew a short breath of air onto the tip, sending chills down the Psych’s body. With that reaction Jongin chuckled in a low voice, letting the older boy remove his pants for him before continuing. Kyungsoo marveled at Jongin’s tan skin that seemed to glow under the lighting of the bedroom.
“Like what you see?” Jongin teased while looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
“Very much,” Kyungsoo responded as he slid his shirt off his body and threw it on the floor.
Jongin took his index finger and slowly, agonizingly, ran it up and down Kyungsoo’s shaft. He smiled at the sound of said boy’s breath hitching at his touch. “Now, let’s start the real show.”
Jongin collapsed on his bed next to Kyungsoo, riding out the high from their previous actions. His heavy breath matched in time with the other boy’s as he turned his head to face him. Kyungsoo smiled at the Entertainer and wrapped an arm around his torso, pulling his bare chest closer. The warmth of their bodies enveloped the pair as it pulled them into the peaceful comfort of sleep.
In the middle of the night, Kyungsoo woke up to Jongin stirring and shaking in his sleep. He turned to face the sleeping boy’s face and noticed how his features were scrunched up in distress.
It must be a nightmare.
With a sympathetic sigh, Kyungsoo brushed the bangs away from Jongin’s forehead. Leaning closer, he placed a chaste kiss on the exposed skin and nuzzled his head into the crook of the Entertainer’s neck. Kyungsoo’s actions worked as a reliever almost immediately; Jongin relaxed into the embrace.
Kyungsoo smiled while running his fingers through the other’s hair, “What have you done to me? I just can’t seem to kill you.”
The boy let the power of sleep overtake him again; his words slurred as he was being pulled under. “But how long will this charade last?”
Jongin awoke to the vision of a small man tangled around him. In his first moments, he nearly forgot whom he slept with, but memories of the previous night replayed in his head, bringing a content smile to his face. He has never met a man like Kyungsoo before. Kyungsoo. The thought of his name brought chills to his body--good chills, ones that leave warmth lingering under the skin. But masked behind the warmth was a coldness he couldn’t escape. Jongin thought back to Kyungsoo’s words the night before.
“You know, I’m supposed to...kill you.”
“But I know...you won’t.”
This man, this beautiful man, was supposed to kill him. It was no question once Jongin heard the other utter his category Psych that something was off about him. Something had to have been swimming in the depths of his twisted mind, well, of course that’s what Psychs were created to think. Death, destruction, sadistic things. Jongin shuddered at the thought. He watched Kyungsoo rest peacefully. Him? He couldn’t possibly be a killer. He looks too innocent.
Jongin flipped over on his other side to look at his digital clock on his bedside table.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna be late!” he softly yelled, trying not to wake his guest.
He quickly slid out of bed and ran to his closet for his dance gear. Luckily, he packed everything up before last night’s events, so he threw on the laid out set of clothes and bolted for the kitchen downstairs.
Scarfing down a bowl of cereal, the dancer took his bottle of blue pills out of the cabinet, shaking one into his palm. He carefully peered at it, as if it would come alive and jump out at him. Jongin shook his head before placing the pill back in the container and running out the front door.
I don’t want my time with Kyungsoo to end.
“Hey Jongin, what’s up?” Yixing asked his student as he ran into the dance studio.
Jongin took a deep breath, “Not much, busy night last night.”
“Practicing?”
If you mean practicing bedroom skills. “Kind of, plus some personal things.”
“Ah, I understand. Everyone has those times. Now, let’s start with warm-ups.”
Jongin tossed his dance bag onto the hardwood floor, sliding it against the mirror wall. He stretched his leg over the ballet bar as Yixing approached his backside.
“Yixing,” Jongin spoke in the silence.
“Yeah?” Yixing replied, implying for his student to continue.
“What would happen, hypothetically speaking, if someone were to, um...not take their pill one day?”
He paused in thought before giving his answer. “Well from what I read in my psychology books, that person would first experience some disorientation from the lack of chemicals in the body. Then, their body would go into sexual overdrive from the locked up natural hormones.”
“Overdrive?”
“Like arousal and horniness and all that stuff.”
“Oh,” Well that explains last night. “Then what?”
“Um, they basically learn to live without the pills, but it leaves them with horrible withdrawal symptoms.”
“Okay, that makes sense.”
They were enveloped in silence as Jongin switched legs on the bar. The air became awkward and thick, but that didn’t stop Yixing from continuing the conversation. “Why’d you want to know anyway?”
“I...heard some people talking about it one day.”
“Alright.” Yixing patted Jongin’s back. “C’mon let’s start the new choreo.”
Jongin stood upright and stretched his back. Preparing his muscles for the upcoming dances, he made sure to warm up every part of his body with Yixing’s help.
“Okay so we’re gonna start here with you right foot turned out and pointed,” Yixing demonstrated the beginning of the new dance. “Then after holding this position for two counts, you shift your weight onto your right foot and go into a one revolution turn completely straight. I want to see you have no bent joints.”
Jongin copied the motions easily immediately after his instructor told him to do so. Without the pill he could still perform with the same ease of motion and expression, something he was thankful for. If he so happened to hesitate a move or fumble, who knows what the government would do with him. Rogue citizens weren’t exactly on their list of friendly negotiations.
Maybe I was naturally a dancer without the pill.
Back at Jongin’s apartment, Kyungsoo slowly woke from his peaceful dreams, ones filled with mild-mannered people--Jongin specifically. Stretching across the entire bed, he realized he was the only one occupying it. A quizzical look etched on his face. Jongin didn’t ditch him did he? Of course not; it’s his own house, he wouldn’t abandon his own home.
“Ah, you’re getting attached Kyungsoo.” He scolded himself while tugging at a piece of stray hair.
With a great amount of effort, Kyungsoo rose from the soporific comfort of the sheets, and quite frankly he wished he hadn’t. His body sent messages telling him to get up and be productive, but his heart told him to stay in bed and await Jongin’s return. From past experiences, he chose to listen to his body.
No trace of the dancer could be found in the apartment until Kyungsoo stumbled upon a mug with a tea bag and note nestled inside. Laughing to himself, he raised the paper filled with Jongin’s scratchy handwriting up to his face.
Kyungsoo,
Sorry I kinda ditched you after our little...intimate time together. I would’ve been late for dance rehearsal, and trust me when I say this that my instructor has the face of an angel but the wrath of a demon. Hey, maybe you two can get along. You’re a Psych, he’s a borderline psycho...ah, another day. Anyway, since I felt bad for leaving you alone, I put out my favorite tea for you because you look like a tea type of guy. Hopefully you like it. I’ll be back soon.
Signed, Jongin
He grasped the mug firmly in the hand not clutching the letter, “Your people reading skills are top notch Jongin, but can you figure out the danger you’re in before it’s too late?” Kyungsoo mused while dipping the tea bag into the mug’s hot water. The tea’s coloration permeated through the clean, pureness of the water, staining it a dark and murky brown. The Psych watched as the remainder of the clear liquid became tainted by the tea leaves and chuckled darkly, a hint of remorse laced within.
Kyungsoo’s mind trailed off back to his pill, the black syrup formulating in his head. He always kept some extra lying around; he could hear the faint shake of three in his pocket. Would it be wise to return to his routine? But that means Jongin will be dead. A hand connected with his temple in frustration, “Ah! What to do, what to do. I wish to return to my life, but this,” he circled the room with his eyes, “this experience is just too...exquisite, too fragile to break.” He rummaged through his pocket and spun a pill in his hand. “Although breaking things is what I thrive on.”
With another cry of frustration, the boy pounds a fist on the table next to his mug, not realizing the pill slipped from his grasp. He lifted his hand up slowly, observing the crushed capsule and the dense liquid pouring out from it. The black abyss clung to his hand, glistening in the ceiling lights of Jongin’s apartment. He pulled it in closer and closer. A few more inches, and he could have his life back, his ticking routine never out of sync again.
“No, perhaps I’ll stay like this a little while longer. I can read people too Jongin, and you...you are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen. I’d like to see what makes you tick.” Kyungsoo smiled, whether it was out of sincerity or malevolence he could not tell; however, he didn’t deny the compression in his chest whenever said dancer crossed his mind.
A small nudge against his ankle pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked down to see one of Jongin’s dogs--Jjangah he presumed--rubbing against his leg in a playful manner. He proceeded to wipe off the pill’s syrup from his hands before kneeling directly in front of the dog. Kyungsoo began to pet her with a laugh, “You know, I’ve always been a cat person, but maybe I’ve been a dog person after all.” He thought back to the pill carcass on the table above him, “What else will change about me, hm?”
Jjangah only barked at having new human interaction.
“Jongin-ah,” Yixing paused to take a swig from his reusable water bottle. “Nice job today. The choreo is coming along nicely.”
Jongin smiled in relief, “Thanks hyung. Gotta stay at the top of my game for the upcoming showcase.” He picked up his duffle bag, “I’ll see you next rehearsal.”
“Wait,” Yixing stopped him from exiting the studio, “Are you okay? Your facial expressions weren’t as sharp today.”
Jongin’s heart ceased to beat. This was it, the end of the line for him. Of course he should have known his dance instructor and best friend would pick up on any changes in his mannerisms. Damn it. I was too focused on doing the choreography that I forgot to keep up my stage presence.
He turned around to face his friend and attempted to mask his fear, “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I might’ve caught something from dinner last night. I decided to order food.” Good one Jongin, he’ll totally believe that.
“Oh I hate when that happens. Alright I’ll see you later. Feel better,” Yixing placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a quick pat as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
“Thanks, see you!”
Once out of sight and earshot of Yixing, Jongin let out a loud sigh of relief, clutching at his heart. I’m safe for now.
“Now to settle my next problem,” he muttered with a hint of dread as he exited the building and trekked to his apartment where said problem awaited.
“Monggu, stop it. Get off of-Jjangu not you too. Ugh, if you didn’t belong to Jongin I would lock you outside the apartment.” Kyungsoo groaned as Jongin’s dogs ambushed him while he was resting. “I cannot get an ounce of sleep with your incessant hyperactivity.”
A twinkling laugh snapped the Psych from his thoughts of ridding the world of the dogs, “Giving you a hard time, eh?”
Kyungsoo sat up on the couch as the hyper puppies followed the voice of their owner. He smiled slightly watching Jongin interact with his pets. “They kept interrupting me from my nap.”
“Aw,” he cooed at the agitated male. “Good puppies.” He pet his poodles with a playful grin sneaking to his face. The dancer stood up after a solid petting and perched onto the arm of the couch, directly next to Kyungsoo. “Sorry about leaving you here...work and all.”
“I understand. You have obligations you need to keep in order to stay in line with society.”
Jongin’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, “Is this a reference to the pill? Because you’re in the same boat.”
“Yes, but you see I am a Psych, and you are an Entertainer. You can still assimilate into society while I cannot.”
“Yes you can. Just don’t kill anybody anymore.”
“It’s not that simple. Without my ‘occupation’ I have no way of getting income. And from that I need to find a job, but I can’t do that without getting caught by the government. They will card me and shoot me on the spot if I overstep my boundaries.”
Jongin’s eyes widened. Encompassed by the shock, he slid down onto one of the cushions and placed his head in his hands. “I-I never thought of that.”
Kyungsoo’s cold heart melted more at the sight of a broken down Jongin, when he would’ve normally fed off of his pain, influencing him to the brink of insanity before delivering the final blow. But he was no longer that man. That man died once he skipped taking his pills and laid eyes on the human occupying the same space as him.
Said person huffed a short breath out and lifted his head to meet the sympathetic eyes of Kyungsoo. With determination in his gaze, he made a fateful decision. I am the reason for this. I have to make things right. “Take your pill.”
“What?” The Psych blurted out with a raised tone.
“If you take it you can go back to your old life. You won’t have to live in hiding.”
“N-no, I can’t do that, Jongin.” He sputtered, his stoic facade cracking under the pressure of his words.
“Why not?”
“Because...I just...can’t.”
“You can.” He held one out in the palm of his hand and pressed it into Kyungsoo’s slightly clammy one. “It’s okay.”
Kyungsoo stared at the black syrup, the same abyss he previously adored, and only found disgust in his heart. In a fit of frustration, he threw it across the room, “Fuck no! Are you mad? Sacrificing yourself like that?”
“If it’ll make you better then…”
“I said no! I’m not letting you do that to yourself. I’ll kill you for God’s sake!”
“But I’m saying I’m okay with it. I’m letting you kill me.”
“Jongin stop! Just...drop it for now, alright? I’m getting a headache.”
“Fine. Tomorrow. Make your decision then.” It’s not like he has feelings for me anyway. We had a one night stand.
With his angered statement, he walked off to his room, occasionally dragging his feet. The bedroom door slammed with such a force Kyungsoo jumped in his seat and the dogs let out a yelp. He looked at Jjangah and sadly smiled, holding his hand out for the poodle to come towards it. “He has no idea what that pill would do to me. He should know...I never give my victims a quick death.”
Sunlight streamed into Jongin’s bedroom, and the boy knitted his eyebrows as he stretched his unused limbs. He opened his eyes in confusion; shouldn’t there be someone else there? Touching the fluffed pillow next to him, he realized that person had never slept with him.
After dressing himself for the day, and being quite thankful his rehearsal was not until the next day, he walked to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast. Maybe he left to go back home.
A faint groan sounded from the living room to which Jongin quietly peeked his head into the room. The small figure of Kyungsoo curled up on the couch, still deeply asleep.
Jongin inwardly cooed at his calm appearance but outwardly chided him with a low chuckle, “Why’d you sleep there?”
Some slow steps and quiet movements led him opposite the couch, staring at the Psych’s t-shirt clad back. His thoughts lead him back to their conversation last night, how he stormed off in frustration. Why wouldn’t Kyungsoo go back? Didn’t he enjoy what he did? Plus, he would be throwing the rest of his life away if he stopped taking his pills.
“What exactly is making you stay?” Jongin whispered, ghosting a hand over the other’s sleek, black hair.
“The same reason why you’re so concerned with me,” The groggy and raspy voice of Kyungsoo replied to the rhetorical question, flipping onto the other side of his body to face Jongin.
Flustered, Jongin backed away and sat in a single-sized chair in the room. He eyed the other’s disheveled look with amusement and an underlying note of adoration. “Oh, I didn’t know you were up.”
“I’ve been awake since you walked in here.”
“I woke you up? I’m sorry I didn’t-”
“Don’t apologize. It’s fine. I’m so used to getting exactly eight hours of sleep every night that sleeping this late is,” he blinks away the sleep, “something to get used to.”
Kyungsoo sits up in his spot and crosses his legs on the couch cushion, making his already young appearance look younger. With a quick ruffle to his deep, black hair, he observes Jongin sitting opposite him. Such an innocent boy.
“So what did you do in your old life? I mean if you’re not comfortable with talking about it I’m okay with that.” Jongin rambled impulsively out of his bursting curiosity.
“It’s alright, I don’t think it’s intrusive...as long as you can handle it.”
Jongin nodded and paused for Kyungsoo to begin his life story. Kyungsoo sighed, “I guess I should start with my daily routine.” He scratched his head as a way to stall and gather his thoughts. “I would wake up at exactly 7am on the dot, eat breakfast and take my pill, and start my ‘job’ at 7:30. In my house I have this room. It’s filled with endless photos of people, some...I already killed and some I have yet to kill.” His eyes shied away from Jongin. “When I would choose my next...victim...I would search up any information about them and then follow them around to figure out their routines. Then, once I was sure of their movements, I would kill them and dispose of the body.”
Jongin swallowed a newly formed lump in his throat, “What would you have done with...me?”
“Jongin, do you really want to know?”
“Y-yeah.”
“If I took my pill two days ago, I would’ve taken you out for dinner, spiked your drink, and slit your throat shallow enough to have you bleed out.”
Silence enveloped the room. If the couch could swallow up Kyungsoo, he wished it would at that moment, so he wouldn’t have to see Jongin’s distressed face for another minute. Without his black pill, his heart unfroze from its frozen encasing and cried for the other. Perhaps the real world made him soft. No, the pill made me inhumane.
With a slight sniffle and a cracked voice, the dancer reinitiated the conversation, “Do-do you miss it?”
Yes, you do. And you’re just stalling the murder until the time is right. “No, I don’t.”
“Y-you don’t?”
Kyungsoo shook his head, “Why would I miss something that was forced upon me? Meeting you...changed me.”
“But you said you wouldn’t have a life without your pill. Why are you allowing yourself to throw everything away?”
“You said you can read people, right? Use that skill.”
“What do you mean, Kyungsoo? I-”
“Come here.” He patted the cushion next to him to which Jongin complied with his request. “Look at me.”
“I don’t know what this is supposed to do with us.”
Kyungsoo grasped Jongin’s hand and placed it directly over his heart, “Feel that? Connect the dots, Jongin. Think back.”
Kyungsoo’s heart thrummed beneath Jongin’s warm palm. The Entertainer entered the depths of his mind and obeyed his request. Memories from two days ago until that moment came to his eyes in flashes. The meeting. The hook up. The note. The argument. Now. But what made them important? What made it so they were still together? Stop denying your emotions idiot. Right. There was more to those encounters than the physical interactions. He had to delve deeper, deeper than what his mind could comprehend. He had to tap into his heart. The first encounter. The cold sweats. The rapid heart beats. It all clicked into place. But his mind couldn’t formulate the right words to express his epiphany, so he did what his heart told him to do.
He connected with Kyungsoo’s heart shaped lips. And Kyungsoo returned the gesture.
“Now you understand why I can’t take my pill?” Kyungsoo stated after breaking the kiss, although he desperately wished he still had his lips on Jongin’s.
Jongin simply nodded, his head clouded with the ecstasy of the kiss. He ran a hand through his hair to rearrange his thoughts into something cohesive. Once he deemed himself level-headed, he slumped backwards to give a bit of distance between the two of them, noticing how his knee had been up close and personal with Kyungsoo’s ass.
The dancer lowered his head to mask his face from the other. He can’t be willingly giving up for me. I won’t let him. If the government wants me to die, I’ll die. Jongin remembered how Kyungsoo kept some extra pills of his lying around in his pockets. Praising himself for being clever, he slid a hand over the male’s thigh, earning a smirk and a window of time to sneak a black capsule out of his pant pocket unnoticed.
“Teasing me, are you?” Kyungsoo remarked, lowering his voice to a seductive tone reverberating in Jongin’s ears.
“Something like that.”
“Then tell me,” he once again lessened the space between their bodies, “why you stole a pill from my pocket.”
Damn, he’s good. “I have my reasons.” He kissed the Psych’s lips to distract him for a moment as he formulated his plan. With a flick of his fingers, he held a blue and black capsule in the palm of his hand. “They say if you love something, let it go.”
Kyungsoo eyed the two pills in the living room lighting warily but kept a smug look on his features. “Getting philosophical on me, eh? Still following through with your plan?”
“Kyungsoo, it’s okay. You can let me go. It’s fate isn’t it?” Jongin pressed the black pill into his surprisingly steady palm, curling his fingers around the life holding substance. “We’ll take them together.”
Solemnly, Kyungsoo nodded his head before capturing the younger boy’s lips one last time. Are you sure you’re making the right choice? “On three. One,” he raised his hand higher, Jongin mirroring his actions. “Two,” his hand moved closer to Jongin’s, brushing against the hand that held the blue pill and wrapping his slender fingers around the back of his palm in an encouraging manner. “Three,” his voice only a whisper as the two tilted their heads back in perfect unison. In a single swallow, the pills disintegrated in their systems, the neurological transmitters floating freely in their bloodstreams, travelling to the brain.
Kyungsoo pulled Jongin into a hug, one the latter thought he wouldn’t come back alive out of. Heavy breaths mingled with sporadic heart beats, and for once, they could feel their hearts thrum in sync. It was only a matter of time until the duo became a solo, and Jongin shut his eyes in anxious anticipation.
After minutes of silently waiting, Jongin’s eyes opened to find Kyungsoo smiling back at him. “If it comes back, it’s yours.”
“Wait, what the hell?” Jongin whispered in disbelief. Did the pills fail? “Nothing happened.”
“That’s because I switched them.”
“You...how?”
“It’s all in the distraction.”
The distraction… “The hand hold! You, you…”
“I would never kill a person with such beauty as you. That’s almost as bad as stealing the sun from the sky. You really think I’d let you slip away?”
“But-but how...why…” Jongin had trouble completing a full sentence with the amount of shock running through his system.
“I may have dabbled in some experimenting in my younger years. Don’t worry, the worst you’ll get is a headache.”
“Kyungsoo, I…” He embraced the smaller male tightly, “Thank you. For a serial killer, you really are my saving grace.”
“Don’t get all sappy with me.” The Entertainer, well he didn’t need that label anyway, the boy simply grinned and crawled his way on top of the other, trapping him between his tan arms.
“I’d say this calls for a celebration.” He tilted his head towards the bedroom. “Round two?”
“Oh, there’ll be more than just round two.” Kyungsoo pecked his lips with a smirk. “I love you, idiot.”
“I love you too, but the name you’ll be screaming out is Jongin.”
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“Is it complete?”
“Yes, Do Kyungsoo and Kim Jongin have been erased from our systems.”
“Perfect.”
Rogue Case #283: Do “Psych” Kyungsoo and Kim “Entertainer” Jongin - CLOSED.