Blood Addict
Title: Blood Addict
Author: kawaii_massu and misslisieux
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating:R
Genre:Thriller
Warning(s): Very very dark fic and mutilation theme. Unbeta-ed
A.N: This is only fiction and we were doing it only for fun, no offense for Jaejoong and Yoochun biased.
You feel your legs go weak and you hate the creepy way the men are staring at you. You'd image lunging across the seats and cracking their skulls together, especially the one called Yoochun, but you very much doubt that you would even get to lift a finger before they beat you to a pulp, not to mention you figure that you'd probably need a sledge-hammer to do any lasting damage to Yoochun's body. You take the knife, slit Jaejoong's throat. The red crimson liquid starts to pour from the flesh.
You hate doing this to your own boyfriend, but you know Jaejoong will forgive you.
A tear slid down from Jaejoong's eyes when the knife starts to take deeper into his pale skin. His skin becomes paler, since the bloods keep leaking out. As you cut your own boy friend's throat, that man called Yoochunc just smirks in the corner, enjoying every crime scene that you do, that he forced you to do it. And the knife is getting down to jaejoong chest.
You tear his skin apart, Jaejoong is already gone. There are no more heartbeats as you stab his chest. You cut his hand, and throw it to yoochun. “Here, is that what you want?" you said as you cried over your boyfriend's dead body.
The man only smirks. A dark glimmer in his eyes when he gazes at you sharply and you winces when you notices the way his expression blanked and bored while eying the part of your beloved body as if it is nothing, as if he is staring at something that isn't important. You grit your teeth and keeping your fists at the sides of your body, hating the man with all that you have for making you doing this.
"What else?" you said, trying so hard to control your overflowing tears.
"You haven't cut his legs dear." yoochun said calmly.
You take the knife, stab the legs, and soon the knife dance into your dead boyfriend’s thigh, making another flesh, and you feel your clothes are getting wet because of your boyfriend's blood.
Red. Liquid. Cold.
You hold your boyfriend's dead body, well just his head.
You remember the warmness of Jaejoong's lips, you touch his lips. Cold. These cold lips are no longer able to serenade you a song when you want to drift off sleep and you always treasured it the most, but now the only thing you can hear coming out from those unmoving lips are screams of pain when you tore every part of his skin with your knife. It resonated through your systems over and over again that you are pretty sure that you’ll forever hear his screams haunting you every now and then. You remember how his warm chocolate eyes staring into yours with so much love and affection before, and now the only thing that you can see from that chocolate eyes is darkness as they open in horror and emptiness; the expression of utter fear as the impact of your sadistic deeds.
As you glance back at his body which surrounded by the pool of his own bloods, your knees start to weaken. The fishy smell of it hits your nostril mercilessly and you have to prevent yourself from feeling sick and retching at how horrible the sight displayed before your eyes, yet still you want to savor every curve of his lifeless body and memorize them into your mind, afraid if you tear your gaze at him you will easily forget him and how he feels against your body. But all the pretty scene on your mind now full with terrific image of your boyfriend's lifeless body. You see his left hand near that Yoochun guy, his right hand near the refrigerator. All his fingers are now scattered all around the blood pool.
You want to scream your lung out, no! It can't be!! You find his head resting on your lap, while his body lying on the floor. Legs, hands, head, fingers, heart, kidney, lungs. All seems like a destroyed puzzle. A puzzle that you know you can never fix.
You hate it, you hate the scene in front of your eyes. You hate the smell of the blood, and you really hate the smirk on yoochun's face. You lost your desire to life. But somehow you find an excitement when you see your boyfriend's dead body. "He is no longer pale" and "crimson red really matched him well". Those silly thoughts are really disturbing your head. Like a whisper from lucifer, you bring yourself to take the knife, again. The knife dance into his skin once again, only this time there is no more blood leaking from the flesh. All is gone, disappear from his body and make a pool of blood.
You lick the knife and said, "Do you want to try it Yoochun-sshi?"
You intensely stare at his blanked expression face, the handheld of the knife still tightly gripped in your hand and your mind begins to laugh triumphantly as the man in front of you straightens his position. Indeed his face is as blank as before, but you could see there’s a slight change on his handsome face as he trails the blood that smearing your tongue as you lick it clean. His eyes no longer bored and playful as he stares at you with complete seriousness yet so dangerous that you could almost feel it fiercely penetrates through your nerves. His gestures are subtle but you can perfectly sense that he is a little bit disturbed by your action, making his body fully tensed in wariness.
You smile at him darkly, smelling the fear and horror which begin to wreck his defense. You could tell that he never expecting that you will act like this and now is starting to backfire at him. Yes.. you could be pretty dangerous if you want to, and apparently this event had awaken your dark side, but you don't put a damn for it. He had asked for it and he is the one who forced you and bring this side of you that you don't know you possessed.
Oh how you enjoy the sight of his subtle fear as he never leave his eyes from your features.
"Do you want to take a look of how great my boyfriend in crimson red, yoochun-sshi?" you said calmly, sending a huge terror toward yoochun. "Or do you want me to bring either his head or his body to you, so you can get a better view of him?" Yoochun can't say anything. He never knows that what he did earlier will bring a tragedy in his own life.
"No, stay at your place! Don’t go nearer to me!" Yoochun starts to scream as you walk toward him, Jaejoong's right hand on your left hand and knife on your right hand. "Here, my beloved wants to say hi to you, Yoochun-sshi." You wave his hand to Yoochun. Once again you lick the knife, as if you are thirsty to taste the blood, it's kind of addictive. And in your mind, you start to wonder how Yoochun's blood would taste on your tongue.
“Well, what happens, Yoochun-ssi? Don’t you enjoy seeing my beloved was cut and destroyed in pieces like this?” You say to him. Your eyes are gleaming ruthlessly to his nervous and fidgeting figure, and at that moment you realize on how tall and stronger you are in comparison to the arrogant bastard who claimed himself as the cruelest person between the two of you.
As if you want to add the terror in Yoochun, you bring Jaejoong’s hand up to your face and you kiss the palm, blood never stops dripping down from the cutting area where separated Jaejoong’s arm with his body onto the floor, making Yoochun has to hold his breath in his own terror. You know it is cruel and tyrannical to enjoy every minute of Yoochun’s fear, but you have already addicted to it. You long to hear him scream his lungs out, desire to stain his blood all over your body as you tear him apart the same way you did to Jaejoong.
And you never once have the urge to stop.
The desire of it is getting stronger and stronger with every step you have taken closer to Yoochun and you can't wait... Yes you can't wait to taste the sweetness--no the bitter taste of Yoochun's blood on your tongue as soon as possible.
"Y-Yunho... stop right there!" Yoochun commands but you only frown in amusement, as if his trembling voice has entertaining you completely, as if it was like music to your ears.
You take one step closer, trapping Yoochun in the corner of the room. As you bring the knife to caressing his face, you swear you can see his face getting paler. 'Just like my Joongie,' you thought. The thought of your now-dead-boyfriend make your desire to taste the blood become greater to the extent of lusting over it. "You look so pale now Yoochun-sshi. But don't worry, I'll make you pretty as well."
You start from the cheek, the knife is making long line across his cheek. 'Soon it will be filled with a lovely color, just like Joongie.'
"Please Yunho, I'm sorry. Please-" Yoochun begged.
"Sshh~ did you see my boyfriend over there? He is sleeping right now, so please be quite." You smirk. The knife trace down his face, and it stop on the neck. You stab slowly, making yoochun screams in pain.
"Well well, is it painful Yoochun-sshi?" then you lick the knife, 'Yes, this is it. The taste!'
You tear his throat apart, slit it deeper until it reaches the bone, and you know Yoochun is on his last breath. You whisper to his ear, "Goodnight Yoochun-sshi." You continue in tearing him apart. Rip his skins, stab his heart, cut his hands and legs. The pool of blood is made once again and the curve of triumphant smile never once being washed away from your beautiful lips as you continue to destroy Yoochun and suck him out of his life.
You smirk smugly over your piece of art.
Your love is gone, but you found your new passion.
Blood.
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waaa... i can't believe that we wrote this..xDDD
this is my first YunJae ever and misslisieux's first dark fic and we are very sorry that this has to be like this. We wrote this purely for challenging our writing skill, and we hope it will be okay.
please tell us what do you think about this and we will appreciate it. thank you very much.
misslisieux and kawaii_massu
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