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dullen-enigma · 4 years
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watcher
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it always felt off when you walked back to your home from work. something was always watching you, it was never not like a passing glance but rather something more lingering. something much more sinister.
it always worsened when someone walked with you. the intensity of the looks grew sour, that feeling made your stomach lurch. sometimes on those occasions, they grew under your skin.
even if you weren’t outside you would feel them. they constantly haunted your mind. they slivered into your consciousness and grasped onto you closely. they were like a shadow, always there, waiting for the light to be gone to consume you whole.
it scared you but who would believe you? no one. you were sure you didn’t have paranoia. you never showed signs of it till now.
no, it was real. someone was watching you.
you didn’t know if you were willing to find out though.
till one day.
it was late. the sky was in its murky blue, sunset state. the crowd was changing, and it was changing fast. the burning stare of the unknown was getting to you finally and you needed to leave.
you tried to push your way through, only to realize it was futile. after the thought struck you, you tried to reach a bus, train, a taxi, something.
as you clumsily walked through the un-wavering crowd, you reached the train station.
it was too far from where you worked at so walking back and forth to home and work was the preferred method. the train station was packed but that was the least of your worries.
no, the feeling was growing more and more as you got closer to boarding the train. it was to the right of you. it was now to the left of you.
it was now behind you.
the feeling continued to swirl around you. it grasped at your mind slowly, deeply. it sunk into you like molasses. it was a slow, draining process.
it was only till you manage to get a seat at a slightly more empty cart in the train did you relax.
but it was short lived.
the breath of another slowly reached your ears.
it was sitting right next to you.
you looked up and to the right of you.
a man in dark clothing and piercing eyes met your gaze.
“hello, i’ve been waiting for this moment”, they grinned out, "long time no see".
he was always tall. his gaze was always unnerving, this was the source. the source of the gazes, the source of the suffering, the source of your nightmares.
so why did you have to fall in love with the person who hurt you for so long?
"please leave Johnny", it was a weak plea, you were growing used to this.
he only smiled back at you and grasped your hand gently, you couldn't find it in yourself to pull away.
"let's just go back home now, promise?", he knew the answer already, yet he craved the confirmation.
"i promise".
Johnny linked your hands together. he pulled you closer and started to hum.
you had finally given yourself to the watcher.
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dullen-enigma · 4 years
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accident
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“It was an accident. They said it was a horrific, freak accident. Yet, that wasn’t the truth now was it” he seemed to glide around, hands behind his back, eyes focused on you, “Do they think my showing of love is an accident? Or are they naive to how far one will go for a person?”.
He seemed disappointed as the thought crossed his mind, a subtle shake of his head brought his movement to a stop in front of you.
He seemed so innocent when you first met. A sweet person who in the local area owned the library turned bakery down the road from where you worked. It was a sweet place packed full of old books and pastries.
A lovely place didn’t deserve to be run by him.
He always seemed star struck by you, always held eye contact a bit too long for you.
Always paid attention a bit too much for you.
The reason you even visited the bakery was so you could do work from school, but it was always quite difficult when you could feel eyes digging into your skin.
His gaze always wrapped around you like a snake with its prey.
His words, like a sweet melody that was beautiful the less you knew what the song meant.
You realized that he was infatuated to an extent when it came to you, you just didn’t know how deep.
If you knew, well you wouldn’t be here.
“You know, I always wanted to know how it would feel to bask in your presence for a little while longer”, his hand reached out and fell gently on your cheek, “How it would feel to be wrapped in the warmth that enticed me for so long”, his hand moves till his thumb presses against your bottom lip.
“The warmth from even these touches are so damning, even the Devil himself would wish for a dose”.
You had long since stopped theashing around in your restraints, they were bounded tightly against your bare skin and the more you move the more it hurt. You were beyond tired and Doyoung knew this.
“While I do love you being pliant, I would love for you to be a little bit more awake”, a soft chuckled passed through his lips and the hand holding your face lifted, “Maybe I can help with that with a little trick that i think might work”.
His eyes seemed a little darker, his posture grew lax and he brushed your hair to the side.
“Well, answer me, or do I have to break the other leg in another staged accident?”.
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dullen-enigma · 4 years
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ace of spades
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“You’re not happy” Taeyong had said this as a fact, he seemed resolute on this matter.
“What am I supposed to be happy about” You replied back, a little tired, the more your emotions seemed to run a little higher then usual.
A scoff escapes his lips and his eyebrows pulled up then furrowed gently. He seemed to be getting agitated more as the seconds passed by. His hands laid loose on the cold table separating you both.
Although, it seemed you can’t remember what brought this scenario upon you. You can’t seem to remember anything but his name,
He shuffled closer.
“You just had to do it, didn’t you?” he was accusing you, “Went and got your life wiped, you can’t live like this”
“If I did get my memory wiped, why would you care”, it phrased like a question yet stated like an observation, “My life is perfectly fine without you in it, if it weren’t then why wouldn’t I want to keep you in it in the first place?”.
That seemed to hit a nerve in him. His hands were starting to twitch more aggressively and his words tore through his mouth in a way that was unsettlingly normal for his previous display.
“You think this is a fucking game don’t you. You may not remember what we were but I surely remember it, and i’m gonna bring it back” he grasped your wrist, “one way, or another”, his grip tightened and you were yanked closer.
The table smashed into your legs causing it to move and create a horrible noise. Your other hand reached to wriggle the other one out but it to was pinned.
“Well we’re lucky i’m the best player at this one”.
His voice was placed next to your ear. The close proximity brought shivers down your spine. You tried to yank your wrist away only to be pushed down onto the table, a harsh sound registered into your ears, a ringing followed soon after.
“Don’t keep the champion waiting, love”
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dullen-enigma · 4 years
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never odd
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It wasn’t odd to you when Jaehyun first talked to you that one day in sophomore year.
It also wasn’t odd to you when he decided to befriend you.
Alongside it never being odd to you that he had decided to go to the same college as you did.
Never once had it been odd to you that he had also had made you live with him in an apartment off-campus.
Not when he had confessed to you weeks later.
Nor when he came home one night furious at something only to soften up when he noticed you were attempting to finish some work early but we’re slowly dozing off.
What was odd was when he came home one night, soaked in blood from a person you still don’t remember, crazed look in his eyes and a bat in his hand, and as you looked and smiled, one thing fell upon your lips,
“Well isn’t that odd?”
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dullen-enigma · 4 years
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When you caught Mark with a knife in his hands at your friend’s place, you didn’t know how to feel about it.
And certainly not when Mark dropped the knife only to grab your face and kiss you feverishly.
You were told by people to stay away from Mark, said that he wasn’t someone to be crossed with. You called it bullshit.
He once said that he killed people before. It sent alarms in your head, you knew you should’ve done something but you couldn’t. You didn’t have the heart to, you told yourself.
So when you decide reciprocate with the same amount of energy, you could feel his joy amongst his movements.
Some days you wonder on how differently it would be if you hadn’t responded so willingly.
If you didn’t have to feel his body move towards the window at night no doubt going to perform another kill. What would happen if you had called him in, seen him in hand cuffs rather than your arms? No matter how much you think about it you both know how much he has you wrapped around him.
No matter what you couldn’t deny how absolutely beautiful he looked that night. How it made him look ethereal in the shining moonlight, the curtains a beautiful blood red behind him.
His precious smile. His bright hair that almost served as a warning sign. His dorky laugh. His clumsy actions and his guitar skills.
All traits that made him such an enigma but such a treat to be able to discover.
Someone who you kept falling further and further for till you were just his.
Just Mark’s.
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