Big Bang Oneshot featuring Jiyong. -- Surrender.
Title: Surrender
Pairing: GDxTop, GDxTaeyang
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Romance, Thriller, Angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my twisted mind.
Summary: Jiyong moves in with his boyfriend.
Word count: 1406
Notes: There is some violence. Un-betad. If there are mistakes, let me know. Looking for someone to beta also.
Surrender
It ended with a bloody knife and hands covered with regret and sorrow. Both men panted; they were saddened by the outcome, but not exactly surprised. It had all started a year ago.
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Jiyong skipped along the park, fingers intertwined with a certain Seunghyun. He was much taller, more quiet and definitely worth every ounce of courage Jiyong had collected to ask him out.
They'd been going out for a few weeks already and it was going so well Jiyong couldn't imagine himself without Top. Top was a pet name the older man had asked Jiyong to call him. It referred to two things; he was the first person in Jiyong's heart and he was the dominant one in bed. (The latter was a secret between them.)
Things were like any other couple at first; good days came with the bad, love usually drowning out the petty arguments. But recently, there was a flicker of darkness in Top's eyes that Jiyong couldn't quite comprehend, almost as though he'd been hiding something.
Before they knew it, they were living together in a cozy high rise apartment. Jiyong bounced around their bedroom, humming one of their favorite songs. It was almost like a fairytale. That was, until Jiyong wanted to go out with his friends.
"I'm going to see Youngbae." Jiyong said calmly, throwing on his jacket.
"I don't think so." Seunghyun stated, moving to stand in front of the door.
At first Jiyong thought it was cute how Top was jealous, but it progressed. "I told you yesterday about this."
"And I never said I allowed it." Seunghyun gripped Jiyong's arm roughly, throwing him to the ground. "I'll say when you can see him." Top walked away softly, seemingly unaffected by Jiyong's expression.
That night, Jiyong couldn't sleep. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination acting up, but there seemed to be a flash of murder in Top's eyes. Jiyong finally threw the blanket over his head, unable to get the images out of his mind.
There was a strange sound, like someone inhaling deeply just above him. Jiyong figured it had to be his mind playing tricks on him; Top had fallen asleep hours ago. But the sound persisted, becoming louder, and Jiyong could feel the hair of his arms standing up from fear.
Slowly, he said to himself, slowly he would remove the thick comforter. His fingers crept to the edges of it, pulling it down; no one so far. He gripped the blanket tightly, sliding it down further; there was hair. Jiyong pulled the blanket off completely, almost shrieking from fear.
"Top, what are you doing?" Jiyong was shaking like a leaf.
Seunghyun grinned, petting Jiyong's face gently. "I was just watching you sleep."
He removed the blankets completely, Jiyong pulling his legs toward him automatically. There was something very wrong. Top leaned in, kissing the smaller man's cheek. "If you ever leave me, I will kill you." Seunghyun's voice was deep and resounding.
One of Jiyong's many fears was hidden behind Seunghyun's back; a long, sharp knife. Top held it against Jiyong's cheek, watching the younger man flinch from the sheer thought of having it near him. "And trust me, I mean what I say." Seunghyun's lips trailed over his shoulder slowly, the knife being used to cut through the thin fabric of Jiyong's shirt.
Jiyong squeezed his eyes shut; this had to be a nightmare. Lips kissed lower down, the knife following close behind, cutting close to Jiyong's skin. Seunghyun smirked, his lips wrapping around Jiyong's length as the knife opened a slit in Jiyong's thigh, where no one could see.
You are mine.
Those three words haunted Jiyong throughout the next days, weeks and months. His friends worried about him, wondering why he never answered their calls. His job left messages every day, wondering where their most loyal employee had disappeared to. His parents called his cell, but never got through to Jiyong.
Jiyong rocked in the corner of his bedroom, reviewing his plan in his head over and over; he had to escape somehow. When Seunghyun came in, a smile plastered across his face, Jiyong imagined that he pushed the knife deep into his stomach and rushed out the door. But he never managed to actually do it. For days, he imagined all the ways he could kill off Top and be free once more, trying to decide which would be less violent and more effective.
As much as he hated Seunghyun, he loved him dearly. He was his first love; the first man he'd ever trusted enough to live with. How did it end up so foul?
Another day passed, Jiyong still tried to deceive himself of the truth; he had to kill Top if he wanted to escape. The clock struck 5pm; Jiyong stared at the door for Seunghyun's usual entrance. Things always ran the same course; Top would come in, locking the door with a special key, he'd force himself on Jiyong for a few hours and they would go to bed.
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But unlike every other day, Youngbae was the one passing through that monstrous doorway. Jiyong nearly fainted from how relieved he was. His eyes filled with tears instantly as he rushed toward his longtime friend.
"Oh my god, we have to get out of here." Jiyong felt stronger somehow, knowing he wasn't alone to face the obsessed man.
"Wait, what? I thought things were going well? That's what Seunghyun told me." Youngbae wiped the tears from Jiyong's eyes.
"When did he tell you that?" Jiyong felt so invaded.
"Just now, he's right behind me." Youngbae pointed to the door, not aware of how mistaken he was.
"Yes, we're fine. Aren't we honey?" Seunghyun entered, locking the door with that special key once again.
Jiyong backed away from the tall man as though he was seeing a ghost. Youngbae knew he'd made a tremendous error, believing someone he'd only met a handful of times. Both men were now trapped in an apartment with a psychopath.
What Youngbae didn't know was that Top had brought him there on purpose. It was all going exactly according to his plan; lure the best friend in, kill him and keep Jiyong all to himself.
Seunghyun's smile was wretched as he fetched his favorite tool; that knife, still stained with blood from Jiyong. Jiyong cried and pleaded for Top to stop, watching as he grabbed Youngbae's waist roughly, trailing his tongue over the shorter man's neck.
"I wonder where I should stab first." Seunghyun said in a playful fashion, almost teasing the two friends.
"Please, Top. I'll stay here, I promise, just don't hurt him." He dropped to his knees, leaning down close to the glass table.
"But if I let him go, he'll call the police on me. And we don't want that, do we?" Seunghyun pressed the dull side of knife against Youngbae's stomach aggressively. "Maybe I should play with you both."
Youngbae tried to free his wrists from Seunghyun's hold, grunting in pain as Top pushed the knife into his abdomen slightly. "You shouldn't have moved." Seunghyun laughed loudly, dropping Youngbae to the ground. "Or maybe, we should have a threesome. I like the sound of that."
Seunghyun kicked Youngbae, causing him to fall against the carpeted floor. He sat on the shorter man's legs, slicing through the fabric of his jeans. "See Jiyong? I love you so much, I'll let you watch me do him."
Jiyong shook his head side to side, pulling his hair with both hands; he had to stop this somehow. Seunghyun ripped off Youngbae's briefs, throwing them in a corner of the room, his knife pressing against the revealed skin. "Now, don't move." Seunghyun kissed over the muscular back, the knife opening a cut on the small of his back.
Jiyong screamed; both hands smashing the glass table and grabbing the biggest shard. He ran towards Seunghyun, giving the man no time to react and pushed the shard deep in the man's chest. Seunghyun held his chest, the blood from the open sore dripping over his fingers, he fell to the ground next to Youngbae.
Jiyong's hands trembled; he'd killed his captor, his first love. Youngbae crawled over to Jiyong, holding him tightly and whispering that it was going to be fine now. They stayed in the morose apartment for a few hours until the ambulance came, nothing was ever the same thereafter.
THE END.
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Pairing: GDxTop, GDxTaeyang
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Romance, Thriller, Angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my twisted mind.
Summary: Jiyong moves in with his boyfriend.
Word count: 1406
Notes: There is some violence. Un-betad. If there are mistakes, let me know. Looking for someone to beta also.
Surrender
It ended with a bloody knife and hands covered with regret and sorrow. Both men panted; they were saddened by the outcome, but not exactly surprised. It had all started a year ago.
----------------
Jiyong skipped along the park, fingers intertwined with a certain Seunghyun. He was much taller, more quiet and definitely worth every ounce of courage Jiyong had collected to ask him out.
They'd been going out for a few weeks already and it was going so well Jiyong couldn't imagine himself without Top. Top was a pet name the older man had asked Jiyong to call him. It referred to two things; he was the first person in Jiyong's heart and he was the dominant one in bed. (The latter was a secret between them.)
Things were like any other couple at first; good days came with the bad, love usually drowning out the petty arguments. But recently, there was a flicker of darkness in Top's eyes that Jiyong couldn't quite comprehend, almost as though he'd been hiding something.
Before they knew it, they were living together in a cozy high rise apartment. Jiyong bounced around their bedroom, humming one of their favorite songs. It was almost like a fairytale. That was, until Jiyong wanted to go out with his friends.
"I'm going to see Youngbae." Jiyong said calmly, throwing on his jacket.
"I don't think so." Seunghyun stated, moving to stand in front of the door.
At first Jiyong thought it was cute how Top was jealous, but it progressed. "I told you yesterday about this."
"And I never said I allowed it." Seunghyun gripped Jiyong's arm roughly, throwing him to the ground. "I'll say when you can see him." Top walked away softly, seemingly unaffected by Jiyong's expression.
That night, Jiyong couldn't sleep. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination acting up, but there seemed to be a flash of murder in Top's eyes. Jiyong finally threw the blanket over his head, unable to get the images out of his mind.
There was a strange sound, like someone inhaling deeply just above him. Jiyong figured it had to be his mind playing tricks on him; Top had fallen asleep hours ago. But the sound persisted, becoming louder, and Jiyong could feel the hair of his arms standing up from fear.
Slowly, he said to himself, slowly he would remove the thick comforter. His fingers crept to the edges of it, pulling it down; no one so far. He gripped the blanket tightly, sliding it down further; there was hair. Jiyong pulled the blanket off completely, almost shrieking from fear.
"Top, what are you doing?" Jiyong was shaking like a leaf.
Seunghyun grinned, petting Jiyong's face gently. "I was just watching you sleep."
He removed the blankets completely, Jiyong pulling his legs toward him automatically. There was something very wrong. Top leaned in, kissing the smaller man's cheek. "If you ever leave me, I will kill you." Seunghyun's voice was deep and resounding.
One of Jiyong's many fears was hidden behind Seunghyun's back; a long, sharp knife. Top held it against Jiyong's cheek, watching the younger man flinch from the sheer thought of having it near him. "And trust me, I mean what I say." Seunghyun's lips trailed over his shoulder slowly, the knife being used to cut through the thin fabric of Jiyong's shirt.
Jiyong squeezed his eyes shut; this had to be a nightmare. Lips kissed lower down, the knife following close behind, cutting close to Jiyong's skin. Seunghyun smirked, his lips wrapping around Jiyong's length as the knife opened a slit in Jiyong's thigh, where no one could see.
You are mine.
Those three words haunted Jiyong throughout the next days, weeks and months. His friends worried about him, wondering why he never answered their calls. His job left messages every day, wondering where their most loyal employee had disappeared to. His parents called his cell, but never got through to Jiyong.
Jiyong rocked in the corner of his bedroom, reviewing his plan in his head over and over; he had to escape somehow. When Seunghyun came in, a smile plastered across his face, Jiyong imagined that he pushed the knife deep into his stomach and rushed out the door. But he never managed to actually do it. For days, he imagined all the ways he could kill off Top and be free once more, trying to decide which would be less violent and more effective.
As much as he hated Seunghyun, he loved him dearly. He was his first love; the first man he'd ever trusted enough to live with. How did it end up so foul?
Another day passed, Jiyong still tried to deceive himself of the truth; he had to kill Top if he wanted to escape. The clock struck 5pm; Jiyong stared at the door for Seunghyun's usual entrance. Things always ran the same course; Top would come in, locking the door with a special key, he'd force himself on Jiyong for a few hours and they would go to bed.
----------------
But unlike every other day, Youngbae was the one passing through that monstrous doorway. Jiyong nearly fainted from how relieved he was. His eyes filled with tears instantly as he rushed toward his longtime friend.
"Oh my god, we have to get out of here." Jiyong felt stronger somehow, knowing he wasn't alone to face the obsessed man.
"Wait, what? I thought things were going well? That's what Seunghyun told me." Youngbae wiped the tears from Jiyong's eyes.
"When did he tell you that?" Jiyong felt so invaded.
"Just now, he's right behind me." Youngbae pointed to the door, not aware of how mistaken he was.
"Yes, we're fine. Aren't we honey?" Seunghyun entered, locking the door with that special key once again.
Jiyong backed away from the tall man as though he was seeing a ghost. Youngbae knew he'd made a tremendous error, believing someone he'd only met a handful of times. Both men were now trapped in an apartment with a psychopath.
What Youngbae didn't know was that Top had brought him there on purpose. It was all going exactly according to his plan; lure the best friend in, kill him and keep Jiyong all to himself.
Seunghyun's smile was wretched as he fetched his favorite tool; that knife, still stained with blood from Jiyong. Jiyong cried and pleaded for Top to stop, watching as he grabbed Youngbae's waist roughly, trailing his tongue over the shorter man's neck.
"I wonder where I should stab first." Seunghyun said in a playful fashion, almost teasing the two friends.
"Please, Top. I'll stay here, I promise, just don't hurt him." He dropped to his knees, leaning down close to the glass table.
"But if I let him go, he'll call the police on me. And we don't want that, do we?" Seunghyun pressed the dull side of knife against Youngbae's stomach aggressively. "Maybe I should play with you both."
Youngbae tried to free his wrists from Seunghyun's hold, grunting in pain as Top pushed the knife into his abdomen slightly. "You shouldn't have moved." Seunghyun laughed loudly, dropping Youngbae to the ground. "Or maybe, we should have a threesome. I like the sound of that."
Seunghyun kicked Youngbae, causing him to fall against the carpeted floor. He sat on the shorter man's legs, slicing through the fabric of his jeans. "See Jiyong? I love you so much, I'll let you watch me do him."
Jiyong shook his head side to side, pulling his hair with both hands; he had to stop this somehow. Seunghyun ripped off Youngbae's briefs, throwing them in a corner of the room, his knife pressing against the revealed skin. "Now, don't move." Seunghyun kissed over the muscular back, the knife opening a cut on the small of his back.
Jiyong screamed; both hands smashing the glass table and grabbing the biggest shard. He ran towards Seunghyun, giving the man no time to react and pushed the shard deep in the man's chest. Seunghyun held his chest, the blood from the open sore dripping over his fingers, he fell to the ground next to Youngbae.
Jiyong's hands trembled; he'd killed his captor, his first love. Youngbae crawled over to Jiyong, holding him tightly and whispering that it was going to be fine now. They stayed in the morose apartment for a few hours until the ambulance came, nothing was ever the same thereafter.
THE END.
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