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It was past 10pm when Sehun decided to take a break. He couldn’t focus on the files in front of him when his mind was running marathons on the events that troubled him.He sighed and leaned back on his chair, spinning it as he stared up the ceiling fan.It was his third year as a cop and local investigator but now, although he was doing great during the first year, everything was going down the drain as it seemed. His colleagues had grown envious of him due to the sheriff giving him special attention.Junmyeon (said sheriff) had been easily impressed with Sehun when he first entered as a rookie and showed off his impeccable skills. He had grown fond of the rookie and soon enough treated him as a younger brother. Sehun had been quickly promoted as an investigator too and that only earned him more rivals in the department.As expected, everyone liked to believe that Sehun was either sucking dicks to earn his way up, or giving ass to their boss, which of course they knew didn't happen but it was convenient to think of it this way.Sehun of course knew all about it, it was no secret in the department that everyone was turned against him. Whenever he had a case, his reports were miraculously messed up and he would run late on his deadlines. His place as an investigator was threatened, and the alarms were high.His only ally was drooling asleep in his cubicle next to Sehun's. Mark, a rookie who immediately followed Sehun around like a puppy with heart eyes. The youngster had definitely a crush on Sehun and they both knew about it since Mark wouldn’t stop gazing at his hyung's butt every time he leaned above the photocopying machine. Besides his crush, Mark was determined to help Sehun get out of this mess. That is why he now lays exhausted on his desk.Sehun loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. The room was warmer than usually although it was already autumn. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the heat and his eyes were drowsy. He put a lot of effort to keep them open but he knew he had to if he wanted to pull this through.His case was different this time. Well, actually for the past 2 months. When he realized that he was in danger of getting demoted, he offered to take up the case of the “Nutcracker”, a case which was left open one year ago but had begun two years prior to that. Whoever was the mastermind behind those crimes had managed to roam free in the streets for more than four years. It was a classified case that no one bothered to open again because the Nutcracker, as they named the criminal, never left any trails and it was just impossible to track him. The only thing that was always common was the killing method he used.He pulled his hair back and leaned over his desk to go through the photos again. He grimaced when he saw the broken, bled out jaws of the numerous victims in the pictures. He couldn’t imagine why someone would specifically kill people this way. It was gruesome, painful and required time. His killer was careful and definitely knew what he was doing.Speaking of the killer, the young cop held two photos in his hands. He looked closely for the nth time of the day. These were the only photos they had of the Nutcracker, caught from CCTV. It was assumed that he was more than 1.80cm tall and probably Asian. Their only lead to think that the man was Asian was due to his haircut in one of the pictures, as stupid as it may sound. He had black hair with a bowl haircut which was not that common to foreigners. Sehun chuckled looking at the pixeled photo. How could someone who’s managed to escape the law have such a lame haircut?He tossed that photo away, there was no face visible there anyway, so it was useless. He looked at the one that disturbed him the most. The Nutcracker was inches away from the cctv and obviously, in a taunting way, he was showing off his pretty mask. This photo was released a week after the papers had announced him and his case as “The Nutcracker". The man was wearing a custom made mask which pictured the face of a classic Nutcracker and was shamelessly showing it off.Sehun looked at the horrifying mask for a few more seconds before he threw it on his desk and got up with a shiver up his spine.“What the hell am I thinking...” he mumbled to himself quietly so as not to wake Mark. He headed towards the small common fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, gulping it down. He paused.I shouldn't be wrong about this... It does fit the pattern. He goes on killing spring during rainy seasons, one victim per week, 4 victims per month... All of the victims' bodies are not more than 3 days old and yet they had all decayed much faster than they should have. That means they were exposed. Either to heat or dampness. Or both...He refilled his bottle looking at the tap water as he felt sweat running from his forehead down his cheek.
It's hot...but it's barely autumn. And... tomorrow will be raining..
“Shit” he closed the tap and ran to Mark, shaking the boy awake.“Wake up! Mark!”“Mh... I'll protect you hyung, don't worry, mhhh...”Sehun smacks his head, said troublemaker now widely awake.“You’re not even allowed to own a gun yet, who's protecting who”“Huh...?”“Forget it. Mark, listen. Do you remember what we said the other day? How the Nutcracker seems to take a break during winter?? You remember right? We thought he would go on vacation or that he would just want a break but that’s not it- Mark, bodies decay faster in heat and dampness. Do you get it? The bodies he's been leaving behind are trails, he's taunting us again, he lets us know when he strikes, he wants us to know that he’s active on rainy periods during warm seasons. If that’s true... He's gonna strike again soon. Spring and autumn. Both warm seasons with rainy days. These are the only seasons he can keep his schedule straight. One kill per week. He’s a perfectionist, right?” Sehun chuckled deliriously as if all of this somehow finally made sense.The younger raised a sleepy brow and scanned Sehun carefully. “Well... it’s not that it doesn't make sense, but... how is that supposed to help us? Assuming this is correct , we get to know when about he can strike. But that doesn't bring us any closer to ‘where’. Right?”“No! Think about it- Now that we know when, we can assume where. Our dude has a type, it's either garages, under bridges, abandoned gas stations, even on the back of trucks. What’s common about all these??”“Um... I don't know, they're all quiet and dark?”“No! And yes- but no. Not my point. He has car fetish, there!” Sehun smiled proudly at his realization which only made Mark question him even more.“Car fetish. Riiiiiigght” the younger sighed and rubbed his temples. “I’m starting to question the amount of coffee you've been consuming hyung... you need more sleep. I understand that these make sense in a way but we're talking about a mastermind here. Do you really think he would act on his plans based on his fetishes?”“Of course! Mark the guy is crazy. C r a z y. It's because he is smart that he would do something like that. We all think he’s some kind of old genius mafia member but I bet my ass that he's a fucking smart youngster who’s been taunting us for years!” Sehun turned around drinking off his bottle to cool down his heated insides that were burning with excitement.“Deal”“Deal?” Sehun repeated, turning to look down at the younger in his chair.“You said you bet you ass. Deal. We'll move according to your plans hyung, and I’ll help you. But if you're wrong, you're gonna let me do you and relieve my stress” He let out a dramatic sigh as if the only reason he wanted to fuck Sehun was indeed to relieve his stress when the obvious truth was that he would screw his hyung any time if he could.“Uh.. okay?” Sehun slightly blushed and felt self conscious of the way his pants were perfectly hugging his round buttocks. He wasn't going to let Mark screw him but agreeing to the younger's impulses was the easiest way to get his way. He walked back to his cubicle, ignoring Mark's smirk as he checked him out.“Kid you’re shameless. I'm not proved wrong yet so don't get your hopes up”Mark chuckled and sorted the files on his desk to finally call it a night. “I can always get my dick up for hyung if you don’t want me to get my hopes up~”“I’m not gonna drive you back home if you keep this up"“Heh, you're flustered, good enough for me!” he got up and fixed his tie. “Come on, let’s go hyung”.Sehun grabbed his bag and locked the office as they made their way out. He couldn’t stop the smile creeping up on his face. He was finally excited after months and he finally felt like his study on the case paid off, even if Mark didn't seem to get his point of view.He started his car with Mark already falling asleep in the next seat.“Off we go"
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Sehun can't focus. It's been 6 days since he and Mark put their plan to work but so far there was no luck. The pattern seemed right but every time he and his men would investigate the next possible place -according to Sehun's guesses- there was nothing there. The only thing that kept them going was that the day before yesterday they had been at an abandoned gas station where they found dried traces of blood which matched to a person that was later announced missing around the area. That alone was a great lead for Sehun, he was sure that the Nutcracker was involved. At least, that’s what he wanted to believe.“You know," a familiar voice echoes through the empty office, making Sehun jolt in his seat. “It’s great that you think this has something to do with the Nutcracker and all, but... Isn’t it a bit crude to wish that this is it? I mean, for all we know, this girl is just missing and could be anyone's victim. I personally would prefer to think that she was killed fast and painlessly rather than having her jaw cracked open and all her teeth broken until she bleeds to death” Mark walked closer to Sehun's chair. He had been trying to put some reason in Sehun's head ever since this started.The older sighed and scratched his head confused. “Look, I get where you’re coming from. I wish that too, okay? But with my pattern, it's a match. And if I'm right, that means we’re one step closer to him! Mark, if we get to him first, he won't be able to kill ever again! Isn't it worth it??”Mark pulled his hair back frustrated. He understood Sehun's place and he knew that if this case was closed, his hyung could keep his place as an investigator and, most importantly, many lives would be saved.“You’re right. Let's keep an eye out. I actually came here to inform you that Kyungsoo's men found leads to the girl. If they find her- when they find her we'll know for sure if this is related to our case.” Sehun smiled and nodded at the pleasant news. He was sure and he was close. He took a deep breath that filled his lungs with confidence, he was going to prove to everyone that no one should mess with him. He got up to head to the small life saving fridge to gulp down the nth bottle of water for the day. “Thirsty?” He raised an eyebrow towards the younger.“Sure"Sehun bent to reach two cold bottles of water when he heard footsteps approaching and a hand rubbing on his stuck out buttock.“...!! Mark!” He straightened himself, a shade of red covering his cheeks.“Hyung let me... Screw the deal, I want to touch you. You let me once before, why won't you let me now! Just for tonight- I promise I won't overdo it, please!” Mark exclaimed desperately, none of his previously composed behaviour now on display.“Are you okay? What's gotten into you, you were fine just now- eeiik!!”Mark grabbed his free hand pressing it on the hard bulge over his pants, having Sehun shriek from the shock of the unexpected movement.“I've been like this ever since I heard you jack off in the toilet stall before... I wanted to get in there and make you feel good... come on hyung, let me make it feel better, it will be refreshing for you too!”“Refreshing?! Do you even listen to yourself?? I don’t like these stuff-“ Sehun’s cheeks flushed even more at the mention of his little session before and he quickly removes his palm from Mark's pants. “A-and for the record, I happened to fall asleep for half an hour before and I woke up like that. I had to get rid of it fast, that’s why I did it! It’s not like I do these stuff on regular basis, you know that- ““You could've been quiet at least! Why were you so loud?? You were provoking me!”“What?!? No! Of course not- ! I’m just- sensitive?! You wouldn’t get it! You're horny and get off all the time!” Sehun raised his voice defensively, his tone pitching higher.“Please hyung! Just this time... I promise I’ll just grind, I won't even lower my pants, okay?? Come on, please! And I swear I’ll stop!”The taller bit his lip looking down defeated. It's not like he’s never grinded before, this shouldn’t be so bad. Also Mark was handsome and cute, there was no problem there. And besides, after that, Mark would finally rest and not ask for something like this for a long while.“Fine but make it quick. I’m still working. If you’re not done in 10 minutes you’re going to the restroom to finish it off, yes?”“YES- oh damn, yes! Thank you" The younger grabbed the bottles from Sehun's occupied hand and settled them on the counter, gripping Sehun's waist and manhandling him to turn around. Sehun widened his eyes surprised by the unexpected gesture, letting his jaw drop when he felt his colleague's hard on pressing against the cleft of ass and his soft hands squeezing harder on his waist.“Mark! what is this- y-you're embarrassing me!” he yelled nervously even though no efforts were made to change his own position.“Shh hyung... this feels better... I’ll finish faster like this, I promise...” the younger man whispered against Sehun’s neck and started rocking his hips slowly, biting his lip as an overwhelming fantasy of taking his hyung right against this counter took him over.“Ahh... when will you let me make you feel good too..? When will you let me show you how well I can take care and appreciate you? Ah... hyung- you're all I talk about with my friends, all I can think of when I touch myself...” he paused there and let out an almost breathless chuckle. “But you already know that, don't you..? Ahh...” He picked up his pace panting against the taller man's ear, sending shivers down his spine. Sehun remained silent, his knuckles turning white while fisting the edge of the counter. There was a flush on his cheeks caused by the younger's promising yet thoughtless talk. He couldn’t and wouldn’t give in to a youngster's promises as he could’ve done had he been a teenager. He had grown past that and he had no intention of wasting his time to some horny, young man's craves.He had to admit though that Mark did not seem like the type to hit and run and would most certainly stick around if he gave in, but Sehun wasn't in place to take relationship risks right now and neither did he want to. He simply told himself he was just fine on his own. Besides that, at this time of his life, relationships and sex were the least of his concerns.“Hyung say something- mhh, ahh I’m close- shit, I wish I could feel you more, I want to feel you more..! ah-!” Mark grinded even faster and pressed harder on Sehun, feeling his release building up.“...!! M-mark... Cum already- come on-“ Sehun’s voice came out repressed as if it had been held back for this while, the pitch slightly higher, driving Mark crazy of how Sehun could actually sound like after a night of mindblowing sex and lots of moaning, enough to make his voice waver and sound whiny in the cutest and yet most arousing way possible. The shorter of the two frowned and dug his nails on the other's waist above his shirt, feeling hot sweat dripping down his cheeks, his own fantasy and his hyung's actual presence messing him up.He pictured Sehun, naked and all sprawled open for him, his torso sinking against the mattress of a soft bed, fists pulling at the sheets in a desperate effort to release the overwhelming pleasure that lights up a fire inside him. Mark himself pounding slowly into him, leaning above him and sucking yet another love mark at the back of his neck while his hands spread and knead Sehun’s buttocks.He's in his own bliss when his orgasm hits him hard. Behind his shut lids he can see Sehun's eyes rolling back to his head in pleasure as he's being fucked open, his mouth gaping for a loud moan. It's this fantasy of his that sends him over the edge every time.His breathing calms down, head pressed against the elder's back. Sehun didn't make a move, he checked at the time to see if Mark was done in these 10 minutes he was supposed to take from his time.12 minutes had passed.“Mark... did you just... have sex with me?” Twelve minutes was time long enough for sex. Sehun just wanted to confirm.“I... did...” Mark hesitated but he knew it was futile to hide his fantasies from his hyung. He pulled back and wiped his forehead. “I’ll go clean myself up. Thanks for doing this for me-"“Am I misleading you here?” Sehun interrupted, not turning around to face the younger just yet. “Am I giving you chances that shouldn’t be there?”Mark let the silence sink in and give Sehun his answer before he formed his own words.“Of course not. I know my place" He lied and walked away.Sehun let out a sigh. He rubbed his temples and walked back to his desk to continue his research. It didn’t take longer than five minutes to abandon his work and call it a night. Mark didn’t leave much room for concentration when it had already been wavering even before that. He decided to wait for the news about the missing girl and get his long deserved sleep.He headed back home, falling limp on his bed. Small footsteps echo in the apartment and soon after a wet nose presses against his face.“Hey buddy, you hungry?” He smiled petting his fluffy friend’s fur. “What Vivi wants, Vivi gets..!” and with that he found himself feeding and then sleeping with his dog, his best and most beloved companion.
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“Proceed!” Sehun whisper-shouted to his squad as he gripped harder on his own gun. They moved deeper into the old garage, torches all lit and pointing to different directions in hopes they would expose a suspicious figure. The garage was not empty as they expected, it seemed that a few people still used it as there were cars parked here and there. That only made it harder for them to find anything but they had to be very cautious. There was a high chance that the Nutcracker was here after all......
3 hours earlier.
“Hyung! Get up- now! There's something we have to check out right away, hurry!” Mark grabbed his stuff and Sehun along with him, catching the elder completely off guard. He knew they would soon get clues about the missing girl but he didn't expect them so soon (at least he hoped this was about the missing girl since Mark hadn’t explained anything so far).“Just tell me what it is!" Sehun whined as they entered the room where equipment was stored and grabbed what they needed.“An old but well kept car without a licence plate was spotted entering an old garage near the area the girl went missing. If you’re right, this is our car-lover guy. Do you think he would do something like thi-"“Fuck, that’s our guy Mark, he’s definitely the type. You say the car is old but looks good, yeah? That should be his car... Unless he has dozens of them, our guy would use cars like that. I’m sure he would, he’s not the mainstream type to go for what’s new. He would stick to something old.... why would he take it out... why show off like this now- why isn’t he careful...” Mark looked at him while he secured his bulletproof torso. “it's what you said hyung. If you’re right and it’s our guy, he’s playing us. So we better get moving; the others are getting ready as we speak”......“POLICE HERE! Get out of your cars and proceed to the exit immediately!" Sehun yelled when he noticed a few people were in their cars and was signalled by his men that they had secured the entrance. Everyone got out of their vehicles in a haste of panic, something that Sehun didn't expect given how people mostly kept their cool in situations like this. It seemed like it wasn’t the same for countryside people. He yelled at his men to make sure they're out safe and proceeded further down the garage, turning to a corner.“!! I NEED MEDICS NOW! Oh my god...” He knelt down, whole body trembling as he stared at a writhing blonde girl (just like the girl of the photo) laying on the floor facing down with a pool of blood starting from her head and expanding all over there.Sehun pointed his flashlight at the girl's head covering his mouth at the realization. The girl's jaw was cracked open and only a few stretched tissues from her cheeks kept it still in place. Her mouth was stuffed with a bomb that was already on countdown, leaving almost 3 minutes to go off."Fuck!! Get me the Bomb Disposal Team- She has a bomb!" Sehun ordered and pulled back quickly, seeing Mark approaching there. He pushed him back hard and glared at the younger. “Where the fuck do you think you're going- SIT BACK”“I am in the Bomb Disposal Team! Let me help-!”“You're a fucking trainee, I'm not allowing you to-“ Mark pushed him away and wasted no time to run to the girl along with the rest of the team.Sehun cursed under his breath and stormed out to turn to the other corner to see if he missed anything, only to find a young couple fucking against the wall. The couple was shook and nodded their heads, both of them wearing hoodies with their hoods on, like some kind of edgy teens who thought it was cool to fuck in secret places. The girl urged the man to pull out of her as soon as Sehun appeared and they pulled up their pants as quickly as possible.“What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU- GET OUT!!" Sehun screamed at them, already edged from before knowing that Mark disobeyed him and is now risking his life right across this wall. The couple ran out, the man tripping and bumping on Sehun."Sorry man!” He apologized and ran with his girlfriend having Sehun curse them from the back of his throat, pacing up and down that corner, wanting to throw up at the thought that people were actually having sexual interactions and pleasure while his most treasured colleague could get his head blown off any moment.He couldn’t wait anymore, given his calculations there were only a few seconds left. He ran to the next corner where the others were, ready to scream at them to back off. He'd rather have the girl die than Mark, and the rest of the team.“IT'S DONE! It's done...” One of the men exclaimed, the bomb freezing to 17 seconds. Mark leaned against the wall behind him panting, the rest of them looking more calm as they had been dealing with situations like this for much longer than him.Sehun closed in kneeling next to Mark and ruffling his hair. There was an ache in his heart that seemed to ease when it was confirmed that they were safe. Mark looked at him, he was sweating a lot from the tension. He covered his face, embarrassed that he looked so weak compared to his other teammates.“Hey... hey. On my first mission, I ran to a bin and threw up because I shot someone on their thigh... Do you know what you did? You faced one of the most gruesome sights you may meet in this career, did your job and succeeded in it. There's no shame in that Mark. Do you understand...?” He stroke the younger man's hair to comfort him, unable to put himself in his place but proud of him nonetheless. Mark nodded and kept still in his place, listening to the running footsteps of the medics who rushed for the girl."Shit... She's gone....” One of the men from the BDT spoke as he pressed his fingers on her neck for a pulse. The girl had survived the whole procedure only to pass out now. The blood loss was fatal. They wrapped it up and headed back to the department, leaving the girl to the coroners to do their job. It hadn’t even been past an hour since they entered the building and Sehun got a call from their coroner. He picked it up right away, letting Mark help him get off his bulletproof jacket.“You got the wrong person. She surely does look like the Nutcracker's victim but she’s not the girl. Her name is Ellie Mitch, not a Korean citizen or married. She was probably here on vacation, I’m told that she has relatives here. She was 24. She’s not your girl Sehun...” She finished and hang up on him, leaving Sehun dumbfounded. Mark pulled back and looked at him concerned.“Hyung..?”“It wasn't her...” He looked at the shorter one with something that could only be described as horror in his eyes. “Where- is she. WHERE IS SHE!” He threw his phone on the floor without thinking twice. Mark widened his eyes and picked it up quickly, going to a table to insert Sehun’s sim card in his own device.“Are you out of your mind? You're the head of this mission, we contact you from this shit! Don't do stupid things hyung , not now-"“No Mark! Do you know what's actually fucking stupid?! He was there! H-he must have been there- His car was found there, but neither he or the girl were there!-- ..... fuck. Fuck Mark. FUCK” He ran to his office, hands trembling.
Fucking shit- please let me be wrong..!
He looked through the files of the Nutcracker, desperately looking for the photos, he knew he didn’t really need them but he just needed something right now. Mark burst in the office, extending his arm to Sehun. “There's a call for you-" Sehun grabbed it and picked it up right away, expecting what it was for but hoping he wouldn’t hear any of it."SPEAK!”“Y-yes! The uh.. the girl we were looking for. She’s been found dead on the street that leads to the garage. A farmer found her, we happened to be still around and came right away; it looks like it's the Nutcracker sir- ““WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE LOOK LIKE. Is she wearing a black hoodie with jeans? Brown oversized jacket- Tell me!!"“Yes sir. Th-that’s correct- how do you-“ Sehun hang up and got up frustrated, punching at the wall and yelling out against it. Mark froze in his place, never seen his hyung out of control like this before.Sehun wiped his face and turned to look at Mark, his expression looking dangerously calm compared to his break out just now.“They were fucking next to us while you were risking your head. I SAW THEM- He bumped into me! He talked to me! H-he...He..!!” Sehun covered his eyes sliding down the wall. He bit his lip trying to hold back, his stomach trembling, mixed feelings of disgust and sick excitement taking over.Mark could only stand and watch, that's something he hadn’t known until now and he was sure that Sehun would feel the worst about it.The Nutcracker has successfully played them......Sehun unlocked the door to his apartment and entered. Vivi lazily paced towards him, obviously just awoken from his nap. He smiled and petted him for a bit before he got up to undress and change into something comfortable and call it a day. As he was folding his pants he noticed the corner of a paper sticking out of his pocket. He took it out unfolding it curious.
“Sorry man, better luck next time!”
Sehun bit his cheek staring at the paper. “....You can't be fucking with me like that...” He crushed the paper in his fist and left it on his nightstand.“I'm not unlucky, you’re just so fucking hard to get” He walked to his kitchen to get his long deserved meal.
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The rain outside was pouring loudly. One's mind could create creepy figures if they watched the raindrops on Sehun's windows and let their imagination run wild. A specific mind that would often do that was Sehun's own. He was lying on his couch with a sketchbook in his hands, his smooth body resting comfortably on the soft pillows. It was Sunday, Sehun’s day off, but the “sun” from the said day was nowhere to be found.It had been cloudy all day and raining for hours now. Despite that, Sehun found himself in nothing but his briefs and loose t-shirt -used as pyjama- since the temperature allowed this kind of dress up. It was still warm outside and Sehun hated this kind of weather. He loved rainy days but he loved them when they were packed with cold weather, when he could turn on his electric heater, sit in front of it and feel the warm, orange light soothing his features. Now it was almost annoying. A thin layer of slight sweat covered his body just enough to keep him moisturised. At least it wasn't the disgusting kind of sweat that he found himself in during summer.He focused on his sketchbook, doodling the creepy figures he formed with his mind while watching his window. He wasn't good with art and all but his messy creepy figures had a charm of their own. Sehun of course thought it was rather disturbing that he would spend some of his free time like this. He was sure that if anyone was to see it, they'd definitely think it came up straight through a horror movie.He flipped a page and stared at the blank paper in front of him. His fingers started patting on the page nervously, eyebrows frowning, a sense of nervousness taking over.He was tall... really tall. The estimation was right. He shouldn't be more than 1.87 though... he wasn't that much taller than me. Unless the girl is into older men, he shouldn't be far from my age either. His voice was deep... probably the deepest I’ve heard. But maybe my brain is making that up or maybe he was making it up so I wouldn't hear his real tone. Would that even matter though..? It's not like I can recognize his voice from the few moans and two words I’ve heard. No, I’m overthinking about it. Could he be younger than me? Or about the same? So far we've estimated him about 35. Looks normal compared to the leads we have. But it doesn't feel like that, not from what I saw. I could easily say he's younger than me, reckless but smart... but that means he started this from a really young age. It's not impossible...The page in front of him wasn't blank anymore. Where white was spread before now a dark doodle of a man stood, features covered under a rushed version of the Nutcracker's mask. Sehun stared at his work, goosebumps running up his spine, feeling as the man himself stared back at him through his own work.He closed his sketchbook and reached his hand out to grab his glass of water on the coffee table. A loud knock on his door interrupted his action, making him jolt in his seat.“Fuck!” he exclaimed feeling his heart throbbing in his chest, the timing of the knock giving him a heart attack. He got up and grabbed his wallet opening up, thinking it was the pizza guy.“Mark?!” The drenched boy smiled widely and waved at his hyung.“Why are you drenched?? Don’t you know the use of umbrellas?”Mark's smile slowly faded as he checked Sehun out from top to bottom. He didn't see that coming.“Hyung, are you trying to seduce me? Wow...” he chuckled, completely ignoring Sehun's questions. The latter eye-rolled and pulled Mark inside.“Yes Mark, the first thing I think about when I dress up in my own home is how to seduce my baby colleague- ““Did you just call me baby??! Aw hyung you’re so sweet, you can call me daddy too!” he laughed and proceeded to the couch. Sehun cringed and smacked his head.“Get it together- NO, DON’T SIT ON THE COUCH! Wait here- Actually, wanna shower? There's pizza on the way and I’ve Netflix. Get yourself comfortable. Boxers or briefs?”“Uh...boxers? Who wears briefs anyway-" Sehun shamelessly lifted his t-shirt up a bit, exposing his briefs that his top was hiding. Mark swallowed hard feeling blood rushing to his cheeks and not only. The elder noticed and quickly let his top fall back in place, his own cheeks flushing too, feeling too reckless for treating Mark so casually when he knew about his fantasies.“So yeah- Don't underestimate briefs... off you go now, I’ve clean towels on the top drawer, I’ll bring your clothes in." Mark nodded and headed to the bathroom embarrassed.When he came out, the pizza was already on the coffee table and Sehun was bent above it, serving it in two plates. Mark had to bite his lip and stare. Sehun looked quite fuckable like this in his opinion. His body was smooth but toned, his butt plump and meaty. Mark had noticed that his chest was actually meaty too, always looking soft and plump through his shirt in the office. He walked slowly towards the taller one, wiping his hair with the short towel around his neck.“Hey”Sehun jolted once again straightening up. “You've gotta stop giving me heart attacks..” he exhaled deeply and fell back on the couch. “Feeling good? Are you comfy in these clothes? I can get you something else if you like."“No, no. I’m good, thanks hyung” he smiled and took his seat next to Sehun. He couldn't stop looking at the other's thighs, lean and thick; the expanse of his legs, cute feet... He was sure he would lose control like this.“Uh.. wh-where's Vivi??”“In my room, asleep. Little douche knows how to claim my bed" Sehun laughed a bit handing a plate to Mark.They put on some kind of horror movie. Sehun was really scared of such movies but he enjoyed the thrill of it. He was sitting close to Mark, making them both fidget every time he jolted in his place from a jumpscare. Mark would often chuckle after said jumpscares, his own coping mechanism.He wrapped his arm around Sehun, playing with his hair. In all honesty, he didn't care much about the movie at this point. Sehun noticed after a while, blushing a little bit. He didn't move away, he quite liked the soft stroking on his hair, it made him feel fuzzy and warm. He tilted his head on Mark’s shoulder, watching the movie like this. It had been a long time since he felt cosy with someone like that.Mark focused on the little high pitched sounds that came out from his hyung every time he was scared. Every now and then Sehun's tongue would peek out from his lips to wet them, it was one of his weird but cute habits that Mark loved.The younger one paused the movie and before Sehun could even look at him, he felt his body being pushed against the couch and Mark settling himself between his legs.“M-mark!” Sehun gripped the younger's shoulders to keep him in a safe distance, his cheeks flushing. “You're too close- what are you doing?!”“I’m sorry hyung... I can’t hold back, I want you...” he leaned in breathing softly against the elder's neck. “Let me make you feel good, I won't do anything you don't want. Please hyung... You've been so stressed these days, I can make it better for now, I’ll make you forget..” the younger one continued and slipped his hands under Sehun's t-shirt, holding his thin waist firmly.Sehun didn’t speak, it was too embarrassing to say anything right now. It’s true that nothing sexual excited him but somehow he found himself not wanting to deny this. To have someone between his legs, a warm living body pressed against him, bare hands touching his hot skin... It didn't feel wrong. Not that it necessarily felt right, but his body was reacting to this. For a second he thought that maybe if it wasn't Mark it could feel even better, but he instantly brushed the thought off knowing that no one would even dare to touch him in the first place with his cold ass resting bitch face that he made sure he was known for.He flipped themselves around, straddling Mark on the couch. “Okay, but I'm gonna be in charge” Sehun breathed out and rolled his body against the other's, grinding their clothed cocks together. His hands rested on Mark's stomach and he worked his hip thrusts more so he could rub harder.“Mh... is it okay like this...? Do you like this Mark?” his voice came out breathy and soft, watching the younger one's features morph into pleasure as he stared at his hyung with lust filled eyes.“Why are you asking me..? if it was up to me I would flip you around and fuck you until your mind goes numb...” he placed his hands on Sehun's waist, gripping there hard and rolling him harder against his dick, letting out a moan when he felt Sehun throb against him.“Shit- you never shut up, do you... Keep dreaming Mark, this is the most you’re gonna get from me- nghh! Ahhh...” a hand squeezed and pumped Sehun's dick, making him throw his head back and shudder in pleasure, staining his briefs.“You’re all talk hyung. The minute I’ll be pounding into you, you'll be all moans” the little brat smirked and stroked Sehun harder, having him panting above him.Sehun chose to leave this one unanswered, knowing that lying wasn't his best treat. He couldn’t deny that he'd probably be a moaning mess if someone would fuck him back to his place the way he liked. But that's something he didn't plan on telling Mark.Said youngster cupped Sehun's butt and caressed him while Sehun did all the job to get them off. He was thrusting fast and holding back moans that sometimes slipped and drove Mark crazy.Sehun decided that he didn't want this to last for much more; it was dangerous if it did. Mark wasn't the only one who risked losing control. He took their cocks out, rubbing them raw together, earning a loud moan from Mark. The younger spanked Sehun's ass on a reflex, lowering his briefs from the back too, kneading and spanking his raw flesh like that. Sehun didn't see that coming, he moaned high pitched and threw his head down, eyes shut and body trembling, his dick leaking. Apparently he was too horny for this.Mark saw through it and spanked him again, rubbing their cocks harder together. So much for Sehun being “in charge", he thought. The latter whimpered and found himself nearing his orgasm faster than he though.“Mark I’m close- nh! Ah! Mark- AHHH!” a hard spank landed on his ass and he came undone, moaning out as his cum stained his pyjama t-shirt, making a mess. Mark came right after, the sight of Sehun cumming proving more than enough to find his release.The elder crashed on top of Mark panting, his face flushed. He felt like something inside him was relieved but also craved for more. He chose to ignore the latter and be content with what he had now. A chuckle filled the room and Sehun collected himself enough to look up at Mark and see what's so funny.“Expand so I can laugh too" he spat out quite annoyed but Mark just laughed even more.“S-sorry hyung-! It's just that-" he paused throwing his head back laughing louder. “it’s just that Vivi hasn’t stopped staring at your butt!!” Sehun's eyes widened and his face turned crimson. He looked back to where his pet stood quietly, observing his master happily.“Shit Vivi-" he got up quickly and put some food on the pet's plate to keep him occupied, rushing inside right after to change and clean up. Mark chuckled flustered and cleaned his stomach with a wet wipe. Sehun came back after a while and grabbed a slice of pizza to munch on. “So? Was it good hyung?” Mark sat next to him. “I don't wanna talk about it. But it wasn’t bad-" “Pff, ‘it wasn’t bad’ my ass! You loved it! I bet you could cum untouched if you were spanked!”“Well that’s something you're never going to find out Mark" Sehun raised his voice strictly. Mark stared at him surprised but mostly disappointed.“Right...” he got up to pour himself some water from the kitchen. Sehun sighed and sat back on the couch looking up.“I’m sorry... You're a great kid Mark. I mean it. If I didn't like you I wouldn’t have let you touch me. I just... don't like you the same way you do. It's unfair if I give you any hope.. You deserve better, I’m just an exciting fantasy. An older dude you wanna bend and fuck. Trust me, I had my share of fantasies too, I know what it feels like.”“It's not just like that... I like hyung more than just my perverted thoughts-"“Hey" Sehun got up and walked towards him holding his smaller hand.“You love me. I know that. Wanna know something about me too? I also love you” he smiled and Mark could swear his hyung just outdid the sun. “That’s because friends love each other. You loving me as a friend and having dirty thoughts are two different things. Enthusiasm is something else too. I’m okay with all these but if I respond back in any way that gives room to your enthusiasm to grow, I might lead you into falling for me and I don't want that to happen because I can't return these feelings. So please.... don't think that I’m only doing this for myself. It's you I don’t want to get hurt.”Mark couldn't bring himself to reply. He hugged Sehun and kept still for a while. He was thankful in all honesty.After all... this was all just a distraction.......Breakfast was ready when Mark woke up. Sehun helped him get ready faster; Apparently there were news from the department and Sehun was required to arrive earlier than his schedule.They took their toasts to go and drove to the department, rushing inside. A young teenager with a bag full of advertising leaflets waited for Sehun with a folded paper in his hands. Sehun grabbed it and unfolded the paper with a horrified look.
“Sorry man, it wasn't fun without you :(“
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“Speak, who gave this to you?” Sehun inquired as the young boy sat across him in the empty room save from the table and two bottles of water on it. He was fidgety in his seat, something that Sehun recognized as fear or maybe guilt. Or maybe both. “The question was not rhetorical and I don't have all day. Who gave this to you.” He punctuated every word of his last sentence to make sure the kid got the message loud and clear. The lad didn’t lift his head up to face Sehun but his small voice echoed enough in the room for the other to make out what he was saying.“It was a man... A-a tall man who-" He cut himself as tears pooled at the corners of his eyes. “Officer please- he told me that I shouldn’t get caught and that if I do I can't say anything about him cause I’ll be in trouble! I don’t want to get hurt or get my family hurt-“ He sniffed desperately, finally tears rolling down his young face.Sehun’s heart clenched when he saw the kid break down like that but he knew he had to keep it professional if he wanted the other to trust and open up to him.“Okay, okay... How about this; I'll guess a few things and you’ll tell me if I’m right, yes? When I’m done with my guessing, you'll fill me in on everything I missed. Sounds cool right? This way no one can say that you gave him away. And...” he leaned in and whispered to the weak boy, “I won't let him hurt you. I'll have you monitored for a while to keep you safe from him, but not for too long cause I’m gonna catch this bastard and shove him to jail for the rest of his life” he pulled back and ruffled the younger's hair. The boy looked back at him with admiration, thankful he heard some of the words he was hoping for. He nodded and obediently waited for Sehun to start asking those questions. The latter cleared his throat and held out a voice recorder.“I'm gonna start now, okay?” a quick nod from the small boy came as a reply and Sehun pressed the recording button.“The man you saw- Oh wait, excuse me. The person you saw was a man, right?” The teenager looked at him puzzled but before his confusion could elaborate, Sehun gestured him that this was just for confirmation even though he had previously mentioned that it was a male.“Right.”“He was tall, wasn't he? About my height and maybe taller?”“Yes. He looked taller...”“Right, okay. He was probably wearing a mask, yes?”“No"Sehun's insides twisted at the thought that the kid could have seen his face. He unconsciously let a few more seconds to pass before he continued on.“But of course you couldn’t see his face, am I right?”“No, I could"Sehun felt a tight heat spreading on his abdomen and his toes curled in his shoes. The Nutcracker would never be so reckless. If anything, Sehun was sure that he bet on the kid to confess.“So you could see his face.”“Yes”“This is the part where you fill me in. I can only guess that he was handsome, yes?” when Sehun saw the man himself it was too dark to make out any features but he bet that he should be handsome since most of his victims were women, and judging from their most recent victim he could be luring them.“Yes... he looked handsome. He was wearing a hood and a cap below it and had sunglasses on.”So much for seeing his face, Sehun thought.“Was there anything characteristically distinguishing on his face? Moles in specific places or some kind of scar?”“I didn’t see a scar but I didn't notice any moles, I can’t remember...”The officer nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. This wasn’t very helpful.“His voice was deep, hm?”“Yes! Yes, his voice was really deep!” The boy shook his head enthusiastically in approval. It seems that he and Sehun shared the same thoughts about the man's voice.
Unless he’s deepening his voice on purpose with everyone he meets, this must be his real tone. I don't think I need any more confirmation that we're talking about the same man and the kid can't shed any more light to this case...
“Okay buddy, that’s all I can guess. Is there anything else you can say to help us out?”The teenager's head lowered once again and he stared at the floor with a concerned look on his face.“Despite the things he told me, he didn't look scary at all... He was smiling a lot and acted as if he knew me for a long time now. For a second I even felt at ease with him before realizing how scary it actually was that someone could manipulate another's feelings so easily... I feel unsettled by the warmth he eradicated compared to the man you’re suspecting him to be. I can only imagine how he lures his victims...”Sehun stared back at the boy and paused the recording. “I think that's enough... Thank you for your time. You'll be escorted back to your school safely. Your school and house will be guarded with my men and you can not go out without letting at least one of my men know. Don't go sleepover-ing at your friends' houses, bring them to your own secured instead. Be extra careful and always have company around you. That’s all I can say...” He got up and ruffled the boy’s hair before he walked out......Sehun's team was investigating possible destinations or missing people that fit the Nutcracker’s profile. The man in charge, being none other than Sehun himself, translated the words of the letter he received as “there is another victim, possibly still alive because it wasn't exciting for me to finish them off since you weren’t there to witness my masterpiece” and he had everyone scattered around the office looking for any kinds of leads.One of the female officers in command of the phone line ran to Sehun with a phone in her hand, looking confused as she extended her arm towards him. Sehun caught the look on her face and mouthed “who is it?”. The woman shook her head and quietly whispered “I keep asking what's the emergency but the only thing he says it's ‘Sehun’. I thought maybe you could handle it better...?” she nudged the device closer to him.Sehun took it in his hands and raised it to his ear, a weird feeling taking over.“....Hello..?”“Sehun?” a male’s soft voice echoed through the line.“Speaking. What’s the emergency?”“My name is Kim Jungwoo, I was told to specifically call your department and call out your name until you were on the line... I’m in a... stable..? I don't know where I am, I was told that you would trace my call and come to get me....”Sehun kept frozen in his place. Kim Jungwoo had been reported missing last year by none other than Mark himself. He was a sweet boy as Sehun recalled, one of Mark's hyungs from high school. He had only met him once, a few days before his disappearance when Mark insisted on him meeting Jungwoo since they were both his best friends.“Jungwoo... it's Sehun, you should know me, I’m Mark’s friend, do you remember..?” he signalled for the call to get traced right away.“Who told you to call here, who told you to ask for me?” his team easily picked up the signal from the call and showed Sehun.“I don’t know him but he told me that you do. I have a letter for you in my bag. It's from him”Sehun's eyes widened. For the first time he felt fear. The drops of sweat that rolled down his cheeks proved the uneasiness he felt.“O-okay... Um. Jungwoo? I’m gonna hang up in a minute and call you from our phone to this number to make sure we will still have you on line. Can I trust that you will answer? The call will be incoming while we talk, so answer it”“Okay”“Call him" Sehun ordered and in a blink of an eye Jungwoo had an incoming call which he picked up right away.“We've secured the call" the woman from before spoke and Sehun nodded. He took the phone and rushed outside.“I’m gonna leave Mark in charge of talking to you until we get there, is this okay with you Jungwoo?”“It's okay...”Sehun found an ignorant Mark in his own workplace with his colleagues , studying some kind of complex bomb.“Mark. You’re coming with me, you’ll keep this person on line for me until we find him. Do not make any questions, just take the phone and talk! And get ready to leave!” Sehun gave him the phone hastily and rushed outside.He shamelessly burst into Junmyeon's office and faced the surprised leader as he panted.“When I’m back- I want an appointment ready for tomorrow with Kim Jongin”
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The location on the GPS led them to a cabin somewhere at the outskirts of the town. The cabin seemed new, furnished. There were no bills gathered on the front door, everything seemed to have been paid on time. Despite that, there were no lights on to illuminate the place on this evening hour.Sehun rushed inside with the rest of his team, screaming out Jungwoo's name. Mark desperately tried to stick to the orders and not rush to find his beloved, missing friend. Sehun’s flashlight on his gun lit the way ahead as the switches for the lights didn’t work. He sent one of his men to find the electricity board and proceeded on his search for the young man. There was something eerie about this. Something felt off. “Off” as in unnecessary. All of this seemed cheap for the Nutcracker, it didn’t fit the pattern of places that would include cars, abandoned places or vehicles. It was too normal, the place must have had an owner, it was clean. It was all too fishy and out of place. Sehun knew that this would either be a sick part of a new act on the play, or maybe even a new play from another mastermind. He would lie if he said that the thought of the Nutcracker having affiliates didn’t cross his mind. But then again, this seemed just as unlikely based on the profile he’d built for the man so far. He split his team to the attic and the basement, having explored all the main floor. He climbed up the wooden ladder to the attic, whole body shivering slightly at the tension and adrenaline that took over his senses. His brain wouldn’t stop hitting him with the idea that the Nutcracker could be waiting for him on that very attic he was about to lay his eyes on. He peeked his head from the opening on the attic’s floor and quickly pointed his gun at any direction. The heartbeat in his head sounded louder and louder by the second. To his surprise, the attic was entirely empty, void of any furniture or storing boxes. Nonetheless, he got inside to make sure he wouldn’t miss anything. Two other men followed him, walking to all directions. “Sir” one of them whispered, having Sehun jolt and rush towards him.“I think... this is addressed to you..” he spoke again from where he was kneeling on the floor. Sehun’s eyes widened when he realized that his colleague was holding a letter in his hand. He grabbed it forcefully, taking the cover off carefully.“I missed you, man. Here’s a gift for you. You don’t really deserve it, but your efforts make me happy! Don’t forget about me ;)”.The raven haired kept frozen in his place, staring at the letter as cold sweat stained his forehead. That was the longest sentence he had ever received from the Nutcracker, and it was casual like always.Sehun’s heartbeat pounded in his ears, engulfed in a variety of unpleasant feelings. Before he could take everything in, another man's voice echoed in the house from the basement.“He's here!” Sehun reached the basement in a rush with his teammates, staring as Jungwoo was sat motionless on a corner of the basement. One of his men was gently nudging him to move while Mark was in complete shock to utter a word or move towards him.Jungwoo looked perfect. He was clean, hair freshly cut and dyed blonde, clothes unstained and ironed, backpack full and expression betraying nothing of exhaustion, torment or trauma. He was just sitting there, refusing to move. He hadn’t once looked up to them.The cop in charge was ready to lose it, he wanted to burst onto Jungwoo and bombard him with any kinds of questions that would give him solid answers. Instead, he softly rubbed on Mark's shoulder and urged him to move. The younger got the hint and slowly kneeled in front of Jungwoo.“Hey...” The blonde's eyes shot up to the familiar voice, piercing Mark's own, which he was so grateful for after thinking for over a year that he would never get to see that gaze again. Jungwoo hugged the younger's neck and instantly pressed their lips together, catching everyone off guard, including Mark himself. Sehun felt incredibly awkward and looked away, clueless of what could have been going on between Jungwoo and Mark.Selfishly enough, he felt a spark of jealousy creeping up on him at the most inappropriate of moments. He had been grinding with Mark last night after all, and even though he was the one to make sure nothing gets misunderstood in their friendship, the sight of someone else appreciating him in ways he never did made his cheeks flush in humiliation and fabricated envy. He felt like an egocentric brat, which, in all honesty, he was. Mark gently broke their kiss and a small dialogue between them started as Sehun called everyone in to wrap it up. He made a call to the investigation team to come over and turn the place upside down for any clues and then headed with Mark and Jungwoo to his police vehicle. The ride was uncomfortably quiet. Sehun kept his eyes on the road as he was driving, glancing once in a while the younger duo at the back seats. .....It was around 9pm when they reached back to the department. Sehun had taken Jungwoo to the interrogation room, not allowing Mark to join them.“Talk.” He sat across the blonde boy, eyeing him carefully, expectantly. The latter sighed and settled more comfortably on the chair. “I don’t believe I’ll need a lawyer since-" “There’s no reason for you to call a lawyer if you’re not in trouble. Are you in trouble Jungwoo?” The younger smiled softly, a small act yet so enlarged in front of Sehun. “Before your team comes back with all the information and stuff... That cabin is mine. I live there. Well...” He paused. “I didn’t live all alone until yesterday. I did go missing last year... You see, un-treated years of depression can get you to take the weirdest of decisions. I wanted to leave everything back, I wanted to suicide. Edgy right? Well, I only see that now. Last year... I didn’t just want to end my life, I wanted to be someone’s victim. I tried to expose myself to danger in any way possible. And in the most unexpected place and time, he found me. I hadn’t realized the threat he was posing until much later. I was already in a sort of relationship with Mark at the time, but I had already gone missing and decided to die, so no matter what I did from that point and on didn’t matter to me. I was drunk, he looked handsome, he flirted, I responded... we got down to it really fast.”Sehun was left looking at the boy with too many questions popping up to his head. He held back, Jungwoo seemed to have much more to spill.“I don’t even remember how sex with him felt. The only thing I remember is that he never turned on the lights when we entered my cabin. When I woke up, I was tied up and he was wearing his signature mask. I didn’t know then what kind of criminal he is, I just knew I was in trouble. It did come out of nowhere but, in all honesty, it was what I wanted from the start. He started asking me questions about my identity. Apparently he had me looked up because he knew that the house was under a fake identity. I explained everything to him, how and why I wanted to disappear. And just like that, he stopped talking.For the next days I was kept locked as a hostage in my own house. At some point, he started bringing in different people, sometimes hooking up, other times just going for the kill. When these happened I was kept locked, muffled and tied to the attic. About a month later he would keep me close when he murdered someone. He wanted me to see, he made me see all of it...”Sehun wanted to throw up. Whenever he saw the photos of the victims he felt the goosebumps on his body. He couldn’t possibly imagine how it felt for someone to see it live. “I couldn’t take it... day after day he promised me that my time would come too since I was so eager to die anyway. He kept saying I would be his last masterpiece and that all these innocent people were just experiments so he could achieve the ultimate torture for me...It was 5 months in when I gave up. I couldn’t keep watching, I was afraid, I started feeling fear, fear of death... I didn’t want it anymore, I wanted to live, I started crying and having panic attacks. I was so messed up.. I regretted so much, I wanted to get out of there. I tried to break out several times.Until one day he caught me trying to pitch the lock... From that point and on everything changed. He stopped locking me up, he... took care of me. We started going out in secret. He wouldn’t let me out of his sight though. Any attempt of me exposing him would end in my horrible death. But as long as I behaved, he would take me out, spend time with me, make me feel appreciated... When I felt comfortable enough, I told him I didn’t want to die anymore and that I wanted to try living again. I was afraid he would snap like the psycho I had cut him out to be, but instead he gave me a week to think about it. After a week, I hadn’t changed my mind and announced my decision. At first I thought he would kill me on the spot, that this was all part of his plan to weaken my resolve to die and then kill me when I’m most ready to live.. but instead he gave me a paper with your name and number on... Your name rang a bell but I wasn’t sure. Then he left. Just like that. He locked me inside and told me that if I wouldn’t call you to get me out and tried to leave by myself or call someone else, things wouldn’t end well for me. So I did just that. I waited for two days to clean up my mind and then made the call. And now you know everything.” The young man sighed and drunk some water from the glass that was left for him on the table. The elder felt his insides burning up, he felt hot oil coursing through his veins; it was like his whole body was a working machine ready to go out of control.He subtly paused the recorder in his pocket and shot up from his seat.“You’re gonna have to explain everything in detail tomorrow. Go get some rest, we’ll pick you up-"“If you’re wondering about him, I never saw his face. He cleaned the house before he left. You won’t find him from me no matter what details I give. He made sure of-““HE CAN’T FUCKING ALWAYS HAVE IT FIGURED OUT-“The boy's eyes widened, staring at the investigator in shock. Sehun instantly regretted going off like this. He knew very well that the Nutcracker intended to play with his mind, he wasn’t going to do him a favour.“I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.” .....The young cop observed his reflection in the restroom’s mirror. His face was dripping wet, eye bags staining his face. He thought he'd lost some weight considering his jawline and cheekbones were sticking out more. He didn’t mind, he figured he’d look more handsome like this.He tried to push back all the bombarding information from today’s events. He wanted a day off.
I couldn’t care less if anyone else dies if that means I can get a day off.
He felt his reflection glaring back at him and his body jolted in place. He splashed cold water on his face, instantly scolding himself for making such horrible thoughts.
That’s not like me. I just need some rest... that’s all.
He straightened his back and walked out of the restroom. His feet stopped on their tracks, eyes following the two figures that were walking out of the department. Mark was holding Jungwoo’s hand and leading him outside. Sehun’s heart clenched. The egoistic jerk in him woke up once again, making his body go numb. He didn’t want Mark for himself, he didn’t even see him erotically. But the younger had been a source of security for himself all this time. He'd felt needed and desired. And in just one evening, he found out that the youngster has always had someone else on his mind. So, indeed... He had been just a distraction after all......Of course his alarm didn’t go off. That’s what he was going to say, not that he forgot to set it in the first place.He paced to the building, running through the corridors with his hot coffee in hand. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone, his jacket folded on his forearm as it was bent to hold the coffee.Running to his workplace wasn’t a good idea in this kind of weather; sweating in the cold can only mean bad news for later.He pulled the door to his floor open and burst inside- And there it goes, his burning hot coffee is now spilling all over his shirt and on the formal wear of the unfortunate man who happened to be standing behind the door. They both hissed from the burn, Sehun feeling like the earth could just swallow him whole right there and then. He bowed and literally begged for forgiveness, mostly to hide his flustered in embarrassment face.“I’m terribly sorry, please forgive me sir-!”“Could you change that to I’m so sorry daddy, please forgive me? I might forgive you then” the man chuckled and the raven haired felt his cheeks heating up even more, immediately raising his head to see if he should pick up a fight or take that “compliment” like a good boy. Surprise was written all over his face when the man he was facing was none other than-“Kim Jongin...”
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“Kim Jongin...” Sehun scanned the man up and down. His dark grey suit and black turtleneck were stained but he seemed more focused on Sehun himself rather than the fact that his outfit was ruined for the day. Bronze hair was styled up with a few strands sticking out and falling on the left side of his forehead. Handsome morherfucker... The cop thought, instantly blaming the man just for looking so good. “Instead of coming up with hideous comebacks, why don’t we go get cleaned up? Your humour is tasteless like always” Sehun spat out, glaring at Kim Jongin. “Since when did you become so formal?? Kim Jongin !” He mimicked the younger and laughed. “Just call me hyung like you always do. Unless of course you’d prefer daddy or oppa~” The tanned man teased and grinned at the flustered cop in front of him. “Get off your high horse and stop spurting out nonsense. People might misunderstand you know.” “Misunderstand? I mean, if I was to overhear our conversation I would only assume that we two have had sex at some point and that’s not really a misunderstanding since it’s tru-" the raven haired clasped his hand over the other’s mouth, eyes wide in shock that the elder would shamelessly spill the beans like that.“Restroom. Now" he ordered Jongin and paced ahead of him in a hurry. “Hmm, aren’t you needy so early in the morning? Are you sure you can take aaaaall of me with your back against the restroom wall- woah!” Sehun pulled him inside and glared daggers at him. “Do you mind?? For once, stop talking about sex when we meet. If I want it, it I’ll do it! I didn’t call you here for this.” He started unbuttoning his shirt only to stop midway when he noticed Jongin's eyes eating him out. “I’m not trying to seduce you, asshole. Stop looking at me like that. Unlike you, I don’t want to stay with a coffee stained shirt on.” He quickly took it off and put on his jacket, zipping it up all the way. Footsteps approached the younger and, before he could react to it, he was caged between the man’s hands against the sink while his body pressed against his back. “You know, sometimes you need to learn when to shut up...” a grin was drawn on his face as he looked at the embarrassed cop’s reflection in the mirror. He leaned and kissed his neck playfully, plush lips pressing on his cold pale skin. Sehun shivered slightly but didn’t fight it off. He was used to Jongin being all touchy feely like that.“Maybe. But now is not the time. I need money hyung.” Said man let a chuckle slip out of his lips against Sehun’s neck, white teeth slightly grazing on the flesh. “The way you say it makes it look like you’re going to offer me sex so I’ll pay you back hmm..?" “No, that’s something that only idiots like you who spend their free time reading all those rated R romantic novels would think. I want you to fund another one of my investigations... I’m running out and I feel that I’m getting close... I need to get this one. So fund me"“So fund me. That’s honestly the worst way to ask for something Sehunnie. I need to know that my money won’t go to waste, I need details on the investigation, the prospects of it succeeding, your leads on the case. Show me and I might agree to it. And you know, for future reference, oppa please give me some money, would work better with me.” He slightly bit the joint between the other’s neck and shoulder, chuckling amused to see him so flustered and annoyed. “and by the way, you look so cute in nothing but a jacket on, like a cute teenag-”“Oh my god, screw you and you age gap kinks. I couldn’t care less. Get off. I’ll ask Junmyeon-hyung to let me off today so I can spend the day to show you what you need. Does that sound good?” Jongin pulled back satisfied and took off his suit crossing his arms. “Yeah, sure. Great plan baby. I’m off to your place, I’ll be waiting for you there.” He winked and before Sehun could protest the elder was already walking out. It was pointless to try changing his mind anyway. He knew that very well. .....“How did you get in the building, you stalker?” Sehun walked towards Jongin in the corridor that led to his apartment door, the latter supporting his back on said door. “I rang a few bells and they opened up. I told them I was your boyfriend and that I had forgotten my keys” a grin stretched over his lips as he gazed at the younger male.“As if, hyung. You know I’m licensed to keep a gun right? You better watch your pathetic jokes unless you wanna end up with a pathetic joke of a bullet in your head” Sehun nonchalantly responded while unlocking the door. His annoying hyung smiled widely yet again, moving aside for the door to open, coming behind Sehun to let him in first. He did have his manners. “Got it baby, don’t be so edgy around me, yes?” he leaned and kissed his cheek from the back, having Sehun jolt and pull away at once. Jongin stopped and kept still for a few seconds after Sehun walked inside.He followed.“I just told them I was your friend" He placed his coat and suit on the hangman next to the door. “And they let me in, that’s all. Come on, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He walked closer and leaned against the counter of the kitchen.“I’m not upset. You’re just too much. Beer?” his hand extended towards his guest, holding a cold, canned beer that had just been pulled out of the fridge. “Sure, thanks.” The characteristic ffshh of the can being opened echoed in the room having Vivi quickly tilt his head towards them from the couch he was lazing on. Jongin let out a small laugh and took a sip looking at the fluffy pet. “He’s grown. He looks grumpy like you, he didn’t even come to greet me!” the tanned male chuckled and took another sip while Sehun walked ahead to the living room. “I taught him not to bother with idiots-"“This idiot here is probably your best shot to get a fund on your case, so you better turn it down a notch, brat” the elder’s voice suddenly got a lower pitch, expression completely stern and serious, slowly walking to the couch where Sehun was sat looking up at him in awe. He didn’t get a response. Sehun was lost in the transition between Jongin’s moods yet again. This Jongin was the delinquent he fell for in high school; the jerk who bullied him because he was too much of a coward to straight out flirt with him. And Sehun was just loving the attention. Jongin took a seat next to Sehun, eyeing him thoroughly, intrigued every time he caught the younger off guard; he was curious to see what kind of a comeback line he would spit out.“I’m sorry, you’re right. I keep getting carried away.” Sehun lowered his head gulping down a sip from his drink, the elder's gaze following him. He wasn’t surprised. Sehun always seemed to know when to be obedient and when to not; even something as trivial as that could turn the tables on his side and even become manipulative in its own way. Jongin settled back on the couch, watching as the other’s hands took a big folder from the table. “I have everything here. Shall we get started? It’s gonna take a while so please listen to me while I’ll be talking, hyung.”“I’m here for business after all. Go on” he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees, tilting his head in a way he could comfortably look at the younger. “You better convince me Sehun.”.....It was already around 8pm when they finished. Sehun was done with all the details and facts; he had been passionately explaining for hours hoping to present the case as best as possible to win Jongin over. The latter’s attention didn’t seem to waver for a second, pupils following Sehun’s hands in anything he had to show. Sehun sat back on the couch, lowering his sleeves back in place. “That’s all I have now. For now.” He clarified. “But you heard it all, this guy is making it personal. If I approach carefully we can definitely lure him in. He’s smart but I’m not falling far behind either, I can make it work. I was so close before, I was there! I have his handwriting, his height, his voice. Unless I’m helplessly unlucky, it can’t go wrong. I’m sure of it. So?” He stared in Jongin's eyes expectantly, knees slightly trembling and stomach tensing, impatiently waiting for the answer. The elder was frowning, look blank towards the small coffee table. “Okay.” His look still pinned on the table. “I think you should give it a shot. I’ll discuss it with my financial manager – my cousin, remember? – and I’ll contact you. I’m pretty convinced however, I don’t think we’ll have a problem. “Sehun’s eyes glimmered in something that Jongin had never seen before. It was scary how the younger looked so excited and happy about this. For Jongin it was just another case but for Sehun... on that moment he looked like his life depended on it. His body was all tensed and blood seemed to circulate around his cheeks causing a very evident blush next to his wide smile. Jongin frowned. He could see the cop’s pupils dilating, something he had only seen in the other while they had sex, after an orgasm and before another round; the kind of ecstasy after immense pleasure and exciting anticipation. It bothered him. “You look so happy Sehun... This is your job and people are in danger. Stop looking so fucking happy in front of me. It’s almost disgusting”. Sehun shuddered taken aback from his hyung's scolding. He hadn’t realized how absorbed he looked in Jongin’s words, much less look so happy about it. He got up quickly to sort the files back to the big folder on the table, embarrassed with himself. “Why do you think Jungwoo lied to you?” the elder spoke softly, meaning to lift the mood. “You said that when he called you he said he didn’t know where he was, that he said he was in a stable? But he knew where he was, he lived there, right? And the letter for you wasn’t in his bag, but in the attic. Do you think the Nutcracker told him to act like a victim?” “He was interrogated today thoroughly, I’ll get the details tomorrow... I do believe that the Nutcracker was behind the presentation of Jungwoo’s victimization. I think he just wanted to create an exciting story before the truth comes out. Jungwoo had no reason to lie, he was even willing to say everything when I questioned him. So I doubt he lied on his own accord. As for the letter...? It really was a useless lie. Maybe he wanted me to be caught off guard when I’d find the letter in the attic. Who knows. For all I know, he’s a madman.” .....“Do you want me to call a cab?” “No, I’m staying. Hand me some pjs, yes? I’m not comfy in these clothes.”“What? Why- its not that late, you can still go home-”“I said I’m staying.”The youngest pinned his look on the empty plates at the coffee table. They had just finished their simple meal of two sandwiches for each. Sehun thought Jongin would leave after that, the obvious thing to do. Unless you’re Kim Jongin. “Don’t space out on me.” He chuckled. “If you don’t give me pjs, you’ll witness my striptease and bear with my naked, god-like body all night long” He continued and wasted no time to start undressing himself. Sehun rushed to his bedroom and arrived just as fast with a clean pair of pyjamas for his hyung. “Here. I’ll go change too, so feel free to undress here.”“I feel free anyway, but thanks baby.” Jongin took off his turtleneck folding it carefully so it could be wearable for tomorrow but stopped when he noticed that Sehun didn’t move away. “Are you okay? Did my abs mesmerize yet agai-" “Does she know?” The tanned man looked up at him, face stern and strict. “That I like to flirt you and would love to fuck your brains out any given moment? No Sehun, she doesn’t. I don’t really go up my fiancé saying Hey there’s a man who makes my dick rock hard and fucked him on our anniversary last year when I pretended I was sick.”There was a red tint on Sehun’s cheeks by the time Jongin ended his sentence and a frown took over his features. Of course she wouldn’t know. Who would say something like that to a person they loved? Jongin was selfish, he wanted it all but he didn’t want to hurt the woman he loved. Sehun didn’t think that his hyung was cheating last year when they had that mindblowing sex. His opinion about the whole cheating thing suggested that the “cheater" should have feelings for someone else, otherwise it’s not really cheating, it’s just sexual relief that happens not to be with their partner. And since there were no feelings between them, it was completely okay. That’s why back then, not only he didn’t think it was a problem to have sex, but he was also way too eager about it. Now , on the other hand, even though his mindset isn’t very far away from what he believed back then, he can figure what’s unethical and what’s not, and having sex with an engaged man, definitely is.“Okay... well, make sure to keep it this way. And stop saying misleading things.”“Misleading?” “Yeah, all those flirty comments, knock it off.” “Nothing’s misleading, I mean everything I say. I could fuck you right here and now if you give me the green light.” “That’s what I mean-! I shouldn’t have to listen to this bullcrap every time we meet, you know damn well that I’m not willing to do- ah!” The younger of the two lost his balance when he was suddenly pulled towards the couch and manhandled to lay his back on the pillows, the culprit of the action settling himself between his legs.“I want to fuck you. Right now.” Sehun’s eyes widened as his blush spread further and instantly felt his cock twitch on Jongin’s words. “Stop- I don’t want it..! My body may get horny but I, as Sehun, don’t want it!! It’s disgusting for me, don’t you get it!? Getting touched by a man who’s committed to someone else..! It’s pathetic and unethical!” Jongin laughed and Sehun could see all his muscles tense on his naked torso, feeling a certain heat pooling on his abdomen.“Fine baby. Go to your room, go get some rest. I might as well use my privacy wisely” He winked and made sure to rub his hardened cock against Sehun’s own to make his point clear, having the younger twitch again and bite back an embarrassingly high pitched sound that almost escaped his throat. Jongin pulled back with a knowing smirk on his lips watching Sehun run away completely flustered. “Goodnight hyung-" Sehun sat on the edge of his bed feeling weird and dumbfounded. He knew the feeling obviously but he didn’t see it coming.
He was horny.
He figured that spending more than a year without sex had made his body more responsive and needy. Not like before that he had many sexual experiences, and that only made it worse. He wanted to run back in the room and suck on Jongin’s cock until he choked, ride him until his body was spent and his prostate abused. The memory of these actually happening last year attacked his brain, having him cover his face frustrated and embarrassed. What the fuck am I thinking... Jongin doesn’t even cross my mind when I jack off, why am I even horny now... Is it the attention? Because he’s handsome...? He changed only to a loose hoodie, laying on the bed to his side and slowly touched himself. He bit his lip to keep it down, every stroke on his dick sending waves of pleasure up his spine; if his dick was so sensitive then he couldn’t even begin to imagine how great his prostate would feel when hit roughly from a cock.He kept a steady pace with his strokes to make sure he pictured cinematically all of his perverted fantasies, and quickened it when his dick started to leak precum, meaning an orgasm was piling up. A few more desperate strokes and he came all over his tummy with a low groan against his pillow, hoping Jongin didn’t hear any of it. He cleaned up, put on some comfy sweatpants and left his door open a crack in case Vivi would wake up and want to nuzzle on his bed. The orgasm was definitely refreshing, he should touch himself more often, he thought as his lids fell heavy on his eyes and led him to a long deserved slumber......When he woke up Jongin was already gone and his routine suddenly seemed more hectic the more he thought what he had to face. The excitement however was apparent as he would most likely get the fundraise for the investigation.He headed to the department to inform Junmyeon about the positive outcome of his discussion with Jongin. When he reached his cubicle to settle and drink his coffee, he found Mark waiting for him. And, to his defence, the youngster was the last person he wanted to see in his cubicle. He would only wait for him like that when he had something important to tell him that couldn’t wait. “Morning. Spill it.” He yawned and eyed the younger up and down.“Jungwoo... yesterday he gave me this, he told me he completely forgot about it and that I should give it to you no matter what. I didn’t read it...”Sehun’s trembling hands took the letter. It was sealed. Jungwoo didn’t lie about the letter in his bag... The Nutcracker contacted me twice. What is he thinking... He paced to the restrooms leaving Mark behind, staring at the letter with his back against the door of a stall.He tore it open.
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He paced to the restrooms leaving Mark behind, staring at the letter with his back against the door of a stall.He tore it open.Confusion took over his features at once, he flipped the paper over and over again hoping he'd missed something. Said letter was completely blank- just another piece of paper.
What... is he fucking with me? A blank piece of paper?! How do I even interpret this? For all I know, it could mean danger or just... nothing. His mindset’s unapproachable... what if he’s just playing again? What if he’s not playing and this means something terrible? How the fuck can I know-
His hand had already crushed the piece of paper in his fist. Maybe he was just overanalysing and this was just another game. Or maybe not. It was this feeling of uncertainty that drove him mad. He had just found a great lead that could help a lot in the investigation. Even though Jungwoo didn’t know how he looked like, he could describe a profile of sort, the places they visited, the things he ordered, the clothes he wore. Anything could be of help, he was undoubtedly a step closer. And suddenly, with a single piece of paper, he felt like all of this didn’t matter anymore. He felt taunted, played all over again. Anger boiled in the pits of his stomach. He shoved the paper in his pocket and closed his eyes. A few deep breaths and a number of minutes to keep still without thinking had always been his way of a quick escape.
A blank paper is a blank paper. There’s nothing I can do but wait. Worst case, another victim. I’m ready.
He got out of the stall and washed his face feeling the cold liquid numbing his features. He had a whole day of work ahead of him and such a distraction was the least he needed right now. As much as he'd like to put it aside, Mark didn’t provide much of a help when he wouldn’t stop asking about the letter and what it could mean. Sehun would repeatedly reply that they can’t help it for now, but the younger wouldn’t drop it, he seemed too eager to figure it out. Sehun couldn’t handle this, his troubling thoughts were enough to frustrate him and Mark’s uneasy behaviour only edged him more. Mark would blubber about it occasionally through the day, sometimes looking up weird things on his computer in hopes he'd relate something to the letter. “Maybe we should search the meaning of blank. You know, like, what it used to mean in the old times if someone handed over a blank paper to someone else- maybe it means something dark and-" “Mark for God’s sake, shut up!” The raven haired cop had his head lowered against his desk with his palms wrapped around the back of his skull. Enough was enough. He raised his head to look at the shook male.“Take a break, would you!? You know what, screw it, you have the rest of the day off, pack your stuff and go home to Jungwoo, he needs you anyway, he had a rough day with all the questioning. Sounds good, right? Great, go home.” The older basically spat out in his frustration, words coming out harsh and rude towards his colleague.“I was just trying to help...” Sehun's heart sank at the bottom -if there was any- hearing those words. Of course he was only trying to help, he knew. But the egoistic bratty part inside him didn’t let him comfort his trusted lackey. “Yes Mark, good job, you helped a lot as you can see" And that’s how you can royally fuck up; telling someone sarcastically that they’ve helped when not only have they helped, but also risked their life for a case that’s not even their concern and yet did it for you anyway. And Mark happens to be a healthy, reasonable person that simply won’t stand this bullshit.“Okay hyung. Have a good day" and just like that, with a simple and polite way, he made his way out. Fuck off Mark, “have a good day" my ass, you little prick. .....His shift was finally over. He'd had plenty of hours to think about his shitty behaviour towards Mark, obviously apologising would be the first thing he’d do tomorrow. It was past 11:00pm already when he decided to call it a day. His shift had ended 2 hours prior to that but he wanted to sort everything for an easier day to follow. The following days would most certainly be hectic so he wanted to make sure to keep everything as organized as possible to save himself of extra trouble and stress. He reached his apartment exhausted but at least with the satisfied feeling of being settled and ready for another day. When he opened the door his fluffy friend ran towards him as expected, barking excitedly.“Hey buddy..! Missed me a lot?” he chuckled and kneeled down to pet the walking cloud. “I promise I’ll be coming home earlier from now on!”
“Don’t make promises you won’t keep"
A spine made of rotten wood. That’s how Sehun’s spine instantly felt when the unrecognisable and yet familiar voice echoed in his apartment. No move could be supported from such a spine, no bones could move without risking crumbling.The gun was in his holster, his hand was close. All it took was a quick sudden move to hide behind the counter and grip his gun for safety. “Hey, are you having a panic attack?” Footsteps approached towards him from the dark corridor that led to his own room. “I thought you’d be more fun-" A gunshot echoed muffled through the sound suppressor of Sehun’s gun. Another gunshot. A groan was heard from the corridor. One of the shots didn’t miss.“You sure are energetic. Why aren’t you running away? The door is right behind you and I could be immobilized for all you know.” What a thought. He pulled the trigger yet again, once he managed to make the move, his brain settled on repeating the only action that could save him in his panicked logic. But what the man in the dark had just said suddenly sounded even better. With a last shot aiming to distract the man, he hurried to get up and run away, not forgetting to grab his pet by the collar even in his panicked state. “Cute. Can you feel it yet? Did adrenaline hit you that hard?” the low pitched laugh pierced through Sehun’s ears. He couldn’t move. His legs didn’t obey his most needed will; his fingers felt numb around his pet and gun, each of them falling limp like the rest of his arm. And then he saw it, a tranquilizer dart at the top of his thigh. He would soon lose his senses. The sound of his gun hitting the floor was all it took for the man to turn off all the lights and approach the young cop. Sehun raised his head in difficulty, feeling his eyes watering from the immense pressure of trying to move and being helplessly unable to; from the danger of his own life being threatened. He looked up at the man who was now standing right in front of him. The place was so dark, he couldn’t make out his features. He wanted to. So badly. He knew he couldn’t have been wearing his mask, his voice had echoed as clear as the day, unlike the way it could have sounded had it been muffled from a mask. The man squatted and reached out his hand tracing his fingers along the investigator's trembling jawline. His thumb proceeded and pressed against his bottom lip, slipping past it and hooking it behind the front row of his teeth, forcing his lips to part and his jaw to stretch downwards. “How easily do you think could it snap...? Your jaw looks indeed pretty from up close, you know...” Sehun couldn’t feel his breath, he couldn’t control the procedure of it, not when the pace of his beating heart blocked all of his other senses. He couldn’t take his eyes off from the source of the endearing voice.The man loosened his grip a bit, only so that Sehun's lips could be parted without stretching his jaw uncomfortably. His other hand slid on the back of Sehun’s scalp, gripping a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back slowly. If Sehun could see, he could tell that the man's eyes were watching him carefully, even in this darkness. His grip changed on Sehun’s jaw, pulling his thumb out gently only to replace it with his two middle fingers that found no resistance in being pushed all the way in. He could feel the man’s breath against his face, he was standing so close, he was observing his mouth, he was exploring it. What if it wasn’t interesting? Would he snap it off right away? Was that even his intention? Would he snap it off regardless of if it was interesting or not? “They say that when you make a deal with the devil, you seal it with a kiss. Would you kiss the devil, Sehun?” with whatever senses the young cop was left, he felt the thick fingers in his mouth scratch on his tongue, sending a shiver that reached down his toes. His mouth was salivating but the liquid that dripped down his chin felt like more than just saliva. The scratch was probably a cut that bled out, how else could he feel anything at this point? “A blank paper means a new start, Sehun. Don’t you know that? I’m sure you do. Isn’t that how you always start your doodles in your free time? Don’t you start off a blank page?” Could Sehun ever comprehend what the man was saying at this point? He could. And the worst part of it was that he couldn’t care less.Sehun's eyelids couldn’t obey anymore, the inevitable was finally happening. After all, there was nothing to see in this darkness. The feeling of floating somewhere he shouldn’t took over him, the absolute calmness. Death, one would argue. That’s all he felt before the blank. The man pulled out his fingers and cupped the unconscious investigator's face. Minutes passed but he didn’t move.
“You should always kiss your devils. Sehun"
In this darkness where only demons can bear witnesses, the man pressed his sinful lips on the slumbered devil's forehead.
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“ ’Devil, hail your soul’, he said. Devil's hands the son had slayed. For he had never thought for once, that one would dare remove his mask. The man felt then immense the pain, his soul his body could not obey. ‘I, the Devil possess no soul, but you, a mortal, shall join my throne. Your soul will split in half for me and shall always serve us two at will’. So the Devil was touched by the man that he embraced him for years to come.”
Heavy eyelids blinked open. Nothing of what he saw in his limited, blurry vision seemed familiar. He was looking at a man's bare back who was facing at what he assumed to be a kitchen counter, his movements and the sound of knife tapping on wood suggesting he could be cutting either vegetables or something of the sort.Sehun blinked several times to clear his vision, he had to see more. He was still confused and unaware of the situation he was in, his mind didn’t seem to work properly. He felt similar to drunk if one could put it that way, in a sort of trance.The man’s back was toned and broad, the dimples on his shoulder blades appeared and disappeared according to his movements; given the situation, Sehun found himself staring at the slow movements of the man who created that sight for him. His eyes trailed lower at the male's back, landing at the hem of his black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He noticed how the man's arms looked thick and built too, he must have been working out a lot.Dark, raven curls decorated his head, but Sehun instantly wondered if the perm had been actually natural. He never found curls attractive until now. He could hear the man mumbling the song to which he woke up to, the same verse repeated several times, some song with a child-like melody referring to a devil and a man, that much he could tell. Quite the curious song.“What are you singing...”The man jolted in his place and quickly slammed his palm over his face, gripping something with his other hand and turning around to face Sehun. The young cop was too eager to spend some more time to check out the man's front too, but that would have to be postponed given that whatever the man had just grabbed was now flying towards Sehun and eventually landed at the corner of his right eyebrow, knocking him out yet once more.Sehun would soon realize that the cause of his new bruise to be had been a whole flying apple.
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His second awakening wasn’t so pleasant. Pain took over several parts of his body as he shifted in his place. Only then did he realize that he had been laying on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. “Fuck...” he tried to sit up by pressing his forehead on the carpeted floor for leverage, sudden ache piercing through his skull causing a loud hiss to escape his throat. Thus, his effort of sitting up proved futile. He tried to recall the cause of this particular pain and soon enough he realized that this had been indeed the second time he came to his senses.
No- no, no... It can’t be-
If his body was a big empty bucket ready to be thrown in a well, then the liquid that would fill him up would only be called fear. That’s how he felt, thrown into darkness and filled with fear.Around him he could see a small coffee table to his right and a big, old TV-box that faced a two seated couch, which also looked pretty old fashioned along with the coffee table. Behind the couch would be the kitchen. A short fridge to the left followed by the counter and the cook. Next to the fridge from the left stood a door that was probably the entrance of the apartment and next to that was a corridor that should lead to the rest of the rooms. A table meant for max 4 people stood behind the couch.He remembered seeing the man earlier, the thoughts he did. He felt his blood thickening with the substance of disgust. Whatever came over him, he blamed it for his irrational fantasies.“Well good evening. I was supposed to cheerfully greet you like this but you went ahead and woke up almost a day earlier than you were expected to, Mr. Oh.” Sehun jolted and turned his head towards the corridor where the voice had echoed. Flashes of the invasion in his own house took over his mind. His breath fastened. The man appeared in front of him, not missing to have his top and mask on this time.“Please do forgive me for that.... unfortunate accident" a chuckle followed his deep voice that hinted sarcasm as he pointed at the cop's forehead to make his point. He squatted in front of the frozen cop in a manner that looked quite domestic. “I’m not always so messy you see, but given that you wouldn’t have woken up until now, I had plenty of time for a pleasant shower and proper dinner. I hope you didn’t find yourself in an uncomfortable situation, now did you?” Sehun stared at him in horror. His calm manner made every bone in his body feel like jelly, his mask reminding him of all the gruesome photos of his victims. The man closed in.“Did I overdo it here..?” He gripped Sehun’s jaw and forced it open with one hand, gripping his phone with the other and turning on his flashlight against the cop's mouth. “Well you should be able to talk just fine, your tongue's still good although it looks like it hurts like fuck. Sorry about that, couldn’t help it" he laughed and pulled back, only then noticing how Sehun’s eyes had widened while his body was trembling with a wet patch on his pants.“Are you joking me?” He laughed once more, this time louder and shamelessly. “A whole fucking cop! You’re an investigator! Isn’t that the title you’re struggling to keep by signing up for this mission? Is this how you’ll earn it!? By peeing yourself from my mere presence?!” his taunting tone and laughter grew louder and louder, one would swear that he could have teared up from laughing so much. But thankfully that was enough to bring Sehun back to his senses.“Give me...a name. I need to address you somehow... unless of course you’re okay with me calling you Nutcracker” and yes, talking proved to hurt a lot with that cut on his tongue. “Oh. He talks” the man leaned closer. “How about Junyeo? Cute right? Don’t you think it suits me?" “Not really.” He swallowed nervously forgetting to choose his words wisely but decided to continue anyway. “But what I think doesn’t really matter, does it, Junyeo?” In all honesty, he didn’t like it because it reminded him of his boss's name and that only made him feel weird about it. “You’re not entirely right. But I’ll leave it at that-" “So my opinion does count?”“Quick comebacks from someone who just wet his pants. Tell me Sehun.” He let his hands trail Sehun’s jawline as an obvious warning. “What makes you think we can chat like this? I said I’ll leave it at that and you dare continue what I stopped?” “If you’re gonna kill me I’ve no reason to hold back, I don’t answer to you, you’re not my boss or whatever and I’m not obliged- ah!" Oh Sehun had just been slapped like a spoiled brat who needs to be taught a lesson or two. “I love how stupid you sound like up close. You make me want to dress you up” Junyeo chuckled and leaned even closer.
Dress me up?
“I’m speechless of how a great investigator like you can be so stupid when the occasion requires you to be the smartest. Do you really think you’d be alive if I wanted to kill you? But your pretty mouth here might do the work if you don’t control it.” Sehun glared at him while he felt his cheek tingling from the pain. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but don’t be so sure that I’ll cooperate. I won’t pretend that I’m not scared but don’t expect me to sit quietly and watch you like Jungwoo did.” “You’re right. I don’t expect anything from you" he brought his hand to caress Sehun’s cheekbone from the side that had just been smacked. “But you do frustrate me easily and if things get out of control you’ll only have yourself to blame-"“What did you mean you want to dress me up- I would appreciate a change of pants you see.” Junyeo leaned back and sat on the floor across the young cop. “I love how you’re stuck to the less important stuff. I simply meant that I want to dress you up. You sound so immature and impulsive, just like a kid. I’d like to see you in a school uniform.” “Are you... a paedophile?” Sehun instantly remembered the boy he had questioned several days ago and his encounter with Junyeo. The worst came to his mind.“Are you....entirely stupid?” Junyeo's reply came almost right away copying Sehun. “I’m not, obviously. I’m a lot of things but this one I’m not. Well. I may have been once for someone who was younger than me and I was of age while he wasn’t yet. But that really doesn’t count.” He stood up walking to the kitchen.“Your dog is okay by the way. Since you care enough to ask.” Oh. Right.“Vivi! Where is he? Tell me!” “Relax. I sent him in good hands, he'll be taken care of for as long as you-“ the masked man suddenly stopped as if he’d stop functioning. Surely he wouldn’t hesitate to finish his sentence. “Well, for as long as you’re here with me”. “Does this mean there’s a chance you’ll let me go, like Jungwoo?” “Stop comparing yourself to him, you don’t know how you’ll end up. Now don’t take it too far, I bet you’re hungry, you wouldn’t want to go without food for the night now would you?” Sehun didn’t reply. If anything, besides scared and tensed, he felt hungry the most. If his host had anything to offer, he would gladly take it. Junyeo heated something in the oven and walked over to Sehun once he took it out. Lasagna Bolognese. He came close and kneeled next to Sehun who looked back at him carefully. Words were hardly necessary; the masked man fed the cop slowly, making sure that nothing’s left on the plate. Sehun's wound on his tongue felt like throbbing every time the salted food pressed there. With one last bite, he swallowed and the pain eased. “Good boy.” Junyeo caressed his hair as he got up, causing the latter to tilt his head away from the unwelcomed touch, glaring up at Junyeo as he walked back to the kitchen. A few seconds later he came back with a small vial and a few cotton swabs in his hand. He soaked one of the swabs in the vial's liquid and gently held Sehun’s chin. Sehun resisted right away, he didn’t fancy the idea of having something unfamiliar put into his mouth. “It’s medicine, stop moving.” His hold tightened and Sehun’s jaw was forcefully opened yet again. Sehun relaxed so the man's grip would loosen. He poked his tongue out hesitantly, wanting to make it quicker for the Nutcracker to get it over with.Junyeo didn’t move. His grip had indeed loosened but his other hand didn’t move towards Sehun’s tongue to mend it. The latter frowned trying to understand the man’s intentions, it all felt too uncomfortable. Seeing as he still wouldn’t move, he slowly slid his tongue back in figuring that Junyeo had teased him into thinking he’d take care of his wound only to humiliate him.
“Don’t.”
His voice echoed in a much lower pitch behind the mask, causing goosebumps all over Sehun's body as he instantly obeyed and let his tongue dart out.Junyeo kept still for a while longer before suddenly moving out of nowhere, proceeding to press the swab softly on the wound a couple of times after soaking it in the medicine. Sehun shut his eyes and held his breath in an attempt to hold back any squirms that threatened to escape his throat. He had been already humiliated enough. When he felt that the swab wouldn’t press again, he opened his eyes to relax. Junyeo then pressed the soft material hard on his cut having Sehun jolt in his place and whine out.“If you dare hold back again I’ll make sure to open new wounds on you every day. Am I clear?” Sehun nodded as another one of his whines echoed in the room; if the man wanted him to whine, why would he say no? No one likes new wounds every day anyway. “Good boy" Sehun looked at him quite in shock as he pulled back, ending up with his head tilted to the side from another slap he had just received. Nothing made sense like this, was he being good? Did he deserve to get punished? Was Junyeo being simply sarcastic?Said man rushed over to a neglected, leather bag on the couch and got out a syringe from one of the many pockets that it included, pacing back to the man on the floor.“Since you like comparing yourself to Jungwoo so much, I’ll have you know that what I’m about to do to you had never been done to him" Sehun crawled backwards and kicked the air in front of him hoping to keep the other away; whatever was in that syringe he wanted none of it. “I’ll be good-! Back off, I won’t talk again, I won’t move!” Junyeo gripped one of his legs while his other kept kicking anywhere it could. A lucky shot caused the masked one to groan and fold in half, holding his side firmly. Sehun stared at him in disbelief, he knew his kick couldn’t have been so hard but no matter the case, it was convenient. He struggled to get up and rushed over to the corridor hoping he would find a room to lock himself into and untie his hands. Just when he was about to push himself into the first door he encountered, he felt a hand gripping on his hair and pulling his head back until it was slammed against the wall behind him. His knees gave out as he landed hard on them and fell to the side dizzy, the throbbing sound of his scalp taking over his head.He barely saw the Nutcracker closing in as he raised his leg weakly in an effort to keep him away. The man gripped his leg from beneath his knee, spreading it to the side and kneeling in between the cop's legs. Sehun felt like crying, the ache on his head grew worse but what made his tear roll to the side of his face was the syringe he felt penetrating the skin on his forearm. “Such a fucking brat...” Sehun’s eyelids felt heavier by the second; he felt an arm behind his neck and another at the small on his back pulling him upwards. Junyeo fitted him around him as he picked him up carefully.
“Heavier...”
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“Jongin- ah!” The tanned male was pounding hard into him like there was no tomorrow. Sehun had his naked torso pressed against his own kitchen table, feeling his cheekbone hurt from the side it was getting rubbed on the table. His shirt was open and his own tie was used as a blindfold on himself while Jongin’s belt was used to tie his forearms together behind his back. “Shit Sehun- nghh! You feel so- ahh..! So fucking good-“ Jongin moaned out while gripping on the cop’s hair to yank his head back, leaning down to bite hard on his neck, leaving yet another bruise on the younger’s back. Sehun felt his insides burn up the more Jongin messed him up; he was rocking his own hips against the older man in an effort to fuck his prostate accurately, going crazy every time Jongin missed it. “More-! Ah! Jongin- aghh! Hit it there already- I can't! Harder! Ah-“ Jongin couldn’t pay much attention to what Sehun was saying at that moment. He was busy staring at his completely fucked out expression as he drooled on the table with his tongue darting out of his lips. He looked down at the way his stretched out hole was sucking his cock back inside every time he was pulling out only to thrust back in and earn high pitched whines from the writhing male. He reached his hand between the younger’s thighs and stroked his leaking dick in sync with his thrusts. Sehun arched his back feeling shivers all over his body, screaming out in pleasure and begging Jongin to stop as it was too soon for him to release already. The other obeyed but gripped Sehun’s thighs instead, manhandling him to turn around so they could face each other. The feeling of guilt took over Sehun at the thought that the next thing Jongin would do would be to remove his blindfold. Despite the kinky part of this, he had asked to be blindfolded so he wouldn't have to look at the other. Today had been Jongin’s anniversary with his girlfriend and they had announced to everyone that their engagement would take place next month. All of this was too sudden to Sehun. Although he himself was always rejecting Jongin in a sense of mouse and cat game, he always thought at the back of his mind that he'd break up with his girlfriend to ask him out, so when the news broke out, his entire mindset was blown apart.It hurt. The thought of being second to that woman hurt. Of not being Jongin’s first choice after all.But when they got hot and steamy too quickly after only a few drinks, he didn’t want to resist and let that chance slip away. Because it meant that he got to be first on this important for the couple day. But even so, he couldn’t bear to look at Jongin in the eyes.The man above him slowly reached out to take off his blindfold. Sehun’s eyes widened and he felt his body give out completely upon seeing that the man above him was not Kim Jongin. All lights were off and the only source of light that dimly illuminated the place were the bits of moonlight rays that passed through the kitchen window. But neither the kitchen was his. The man above him started fucking slowly into him, his palms resting on the table on each side of Sehun’s head. The cop panicked upon realizing everything- he could make out the dark curls on the man's head, the low pitch of his groans. He couldn’t move. He remembered being pierced with something before he blacked out. All of it slowly made sense. He was getting fucked by Junyeo while he was unconscious.He started crying in pain, unable to speak, to react. The masked man picked up a pace, pounding his body hard, harder than he’d ever felt before. Suddenly all of it was too fast, his breathing was out of control, his insides burn- “NO!” He woke up sat on the double seated couch, panting as cold sweat covered his body. He quickly scanned the place and looked down on himself to confirm that whatever that was, it was a dream. Sighing, he laid back down trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Junyeo..? Would he actually ever attempt something like this? ......as far as I know he wouldn’t hesitate to have sex with either a woman or a man. Jungwoo didn’t mention anything about getting raped though. Maybe he’s only doing it when his partner is willing too..?
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he realized out of the blue that he’d been wearing different clothes this whole time. He had a grey, loose t-shirt on and some oversized shorts. Out of curiosity he lifted the hem of his shorts to see what kind of an underwear Junyeo had picked out for him. Only that he hadn’t and Sehun quickly averted his gaze at the sight of his own dick being uncomfortably naked beneath his shorts.
I guess he’s only kind enough to share his clothes and not his boxers. Hygiene freak.
He frowned thinking that the Nutcracker had seen his body naked. He was always very cautious with his body and made sure that only very few people had ever seen him naked. In the past he wouldn’t even allow some of his short termed relationships to see him bare. He ran a hand through his hair frustrated and embarrassed. Just then he realized that his hair felt really smooth, something that usually occurs after having a shower. He quickly brought his forearm close to his nose and took a sniff, realizing altogether that he’d been smelling fresh and clean for a while now, the classic scent of childish tropical fruits shampoo filling his nostrils.
He- bathed me!? And did he actually bathe me in child’s shampoo?? Is he a fucking pervert! Or just a massive idiot!?
Blood rushed up to his cheeks upon realizing that Junyeo could have been touching him in all the wrong places. He cursed the man for being so shameless and crossing his personal limits, but then again that had already happened when he entered his apartment in the first place. Suddenly the sound of keys on the front door echoed and Sehun found himself pretending to be asleep in record time.Junyeo stepped inside taking his cap and sunglasses off, ruffling his hair and putting his signature mask on. Sehun was dying to peak behind the back of the couch and see the man’s bare face.The Nutcracker sat on a chair across the couch the cop was “sleeping”, taking off his backpack and looking through it as if trying to find something. Sehun carefully blinked, his eyelids were dropped but not all the way down, allowing himself some vision through his eyelashes. He saw the man pulling his own sketchbook from his backpack and flipping through the pages slowly, spending time on each page as if observing them carefully.When he flipped the last page, he spent a ridiculous amount of time staring at it. The young cop was trying to remember what his last sketch was but he couldn’t really recall. Eventually the masked man ripped that page off and folded it shoving it in his hoodie’s pocket. Sehun frowned when he saw one of his works getting ripped apart so brutally.Junyeo put the sketchbook back in his backpack and got up. He hissed and pressed his palms on his side, letting his bag drop and falling back on the chair breathing heavily. Sehun didn’t see that coming. Why was Junyeo in pain? Seeing him like that, it triggered him enough to recall how he'd kicked him in that same spot last night when he’d earn himself enough time to run before he was captured again. At that time he couldn’t understand why Junyeo had overreacted when his kick was messy and wobbly and couldn’t have possibly caused him so much damage.The masked man took off his hoodie slowly and pressed on a bleeding bandage on the same spot he’d been pressing before. He took his time taking some deep breaths to calm down.Sehun found himself unable to take his eyes off the male in pain. It’s not like he wouldn’t have imagined that someone like Junyeo wouldn’t be so built, but seeing it for real made his cheeks flush uncomfortably. He remembered seeing his back two nights ago or something, when he was under the effects of the tranquilizer; how he’d stare at his toned back and arms, as if he’d been a porn star at the start of some Stockholm Syndrome themed porn instead of his actual sadistic captor. He blushed at his inappropriate thoughts and internally scolded himself, feeling disgusted and letting his eyelids drop fully so he could stop looking at the man in front of him. The actual question, that should have been on his mind ever since the man took his top off, came to him only now that he wasn’t distracted anymore.
This wound is bleeding. It’s impossible that my messy kick caused such a serious wound. Did he perhaps-
....
I didn’t miss. When I shot him- I clearly remember-! One of my shots didn’t miss. I thought he was faking it back then to fool me into thinking that I'd made a hit. But I really didn’t miss....
Junyeo finally decided to get up and head to the bathroom to take care of himself. From the looks of it, the wound hadn’t been professionally taken care of, and Sehun had just begun betting his life on that......“Wake up” Sehun felt his shoulder nudged not so gently, frowning upon pretending to be waking up. Junyeo moved his legs to the side and took a seat besides him. An awkward silence followed. The cop wouldn’t dare move with the devil inches away from him, and the devil didn't seem to be up to anything in particular. He stretched his hand towards the coffee table and took hold of the old TV remote control, lazily pressing on it until the TV was turned on, zapping his way until he was satisfied with a program. He settled on a channel with advertisements and then got his phone out to check on the time.Sehun slowly brought his knees close to his chest so as to change his position from the uncomfortable one that Junyeo had forced on him when he moved his legs to God knows where, causing a weird twist on his body while his legs hang off the couch. At least now they both fit on the couch. Sehun refused to sit though, he preferred to stay laid like that even if it was still uncomfortable.In all honesty however, what he feared the most was actually getting comfortable.Suddenly all of this felt too wrong. It was sick. He was casually laying next to a man who could snap at any given moment and break his neck with no second thoughts. His breath fastened at the various versions of his death that his mind made up.
I can’t have a panic attack- not now. If I lose it, who knows how he'll take advantage of it? Or worse- what if he finds me weak and uninteresting and finish me off!? Shit- calm down Sehun- calm down....
Whilst trying to calm down, his toes and fists were curled up at the horrible tension his body was giving off. He wasn’t really doing a good job calming down. He couldn’t.A few ads later, a movie started playing on the channel. Junyeo wasn’t moving at all; the only time he moved was to get himself more comfortable on the couch about half an hour in the movie. He didn’t seem to realize Sehun’s mild panic attack, he was too absorbed.The movie got cut for the usual commercial break, having Junyeo light up his phone screen and type something.“Do you like the movie so far?” He didn’t take his eyes off his phone screen. “Perhaps you’ve watched it before, it’s this one, look” his arm extended towards the cop’s face to show him the details of the movie that he'd been looking up.Sehun couldn’t see. His eyes were widened but the tears that were pooling there made it impossible for him to see anything beyond the blur. Not that he could comprehend anything that was happening around him at this point either.A large hand caressed the back of this head soothingly, having Sehun suddenly ache for comfort and embrace. Fingers run smoothly through his raven locks, rubbing his scalp reassuringly, softly. The investigator melted on the touch without comprehending from whom it was coming from; without realizing that this hand was the source of his mental breakdown, the tool of his eventual demise and yet, right now, the means of his salvation. In this unhealthy haze during his breakdown, he was about to lean his head towards the comforting touch as an evident indication of craving for more. He never got to finish this action however, as the same soothing hand was now gripping tightly on his hair, forcing his head forwards and slamming his face against the phone screen that was held in front of him. Sehun whined in pain as the object pressed hard on the bruise on his left eyebrow where Junyeo had thrown an apple two nights ago.“I said look” The deep voice demanded entirely unbothered.Before Sehun could get a grasp of the situation, he felt himself manhandled on Junyeo’s lap, the latter’s arms locking securely around his waist.“Such a mischievous boy” a low chuckle echoed behind the mask. "If you’re like this you might get me to feel sorry for you. You know....” he leaned close to the ear of the frozen investigator, his grin audible in his speech “...I might let you go since you won’t even be worth killing... Is that what you want?” Sehun jolted at the thought of being worthless, his body felt like a blank canvas ready to absorb any shade of black that Junyeo decided to try on him. The criminal’s grin grew wider and this time Sehun knew because he could feel his lips against his earlobe. Soft, warm, wet lips. Sehun’s eyes glimmered with the spark of enthusiasm. The Nutcracker had his mask lifted to make his lips accessible. He was going crazy, his insides twisted at the thought of seeing the man bare faced. The sudden move of his hand to throw off the other's mask could possibly get him what he had been obsessing about for months. And then probably earn him a one way ticket to hell. But adrenaline waves were already hitting him relentlessly, urging him to grab that fucking mask and break it on Junyeo’s fucking face until its sharp wooden pieces pierced through the criminal’s skin and had him crying out in pain. Sehun would straddle him on the floor and twist each of those pieces against his face, ecstatic to see the Nutcracker finally writhe beneath him tortured the way he'd torture so many others. He would make him swallow the pieces until his throat got ripped apart from the inside, choke him until he could feel the wooden pieces cut through his own palms-“Don't even think about it” The voice startled him enough to bring him back to his senses. His hand was now resting on the Nutcracker’s mask but the latter didn’t even flinch.He took hold of Sehun’s wrist and slowly put it down while lowering his mask back in place with his available hand.Sehun couldn't stop trembling. He was out of control over his own body, nothing felt normal. Junyeo held both of his wrists together and pulled him closer until their bodies pressed against each other.“You disgust me. Jungwoo is much younger but he was sane. You're nuts....” The man laughed as if any of this actually amused him somehow.
“Shut it you fucking psycho”
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"Shut it you fucking psycho."
The seconds that followed gave room for an eternity to squeeze in between. The two men kept absolutely still, any movement was a threat to this secluded eternity, any wrong breath could shatter it into smithereens. These mere seconds held that much power in Sehun's mind; his limbs had given out, his spine was non existent at this point. The expanse of his body was flushed against the Nutcracker's while his nose was uncomfortably pressing on his mask.Heartbeats. One after the other, each heart racing in its own pace, each one competing the other. The eternity continued and Sehun could lose his mind right there and then. Junyeo's heart was throbbing against his own. He was sure he could hear it in his skull the same way he was hearing his own. Was it adrenaline? Was he getting ready to snap off his jaw and leave him on the couch to bleed to death?A simple organ a heart is. Essential and complex and yet so, so simple. If you have it, you're alive. If it goes bad, you'll probably have some shitty problems. If you don't have one, well then you're already dead. What if he could just remove Junyeo's heart. Would he see an organ shaped like any other human's heart, or would the sight prove otherwise? What if it was made of rotten wood- what if it was half left because the other half would have been used to make this wooden, rotten mask of his?
Heartbeats.
Sehun lost it.He forcefully freed his hand from the Nutcracker's grip, clutching the fabric on his hoodie above his heart. He could rip it apart.The eternity was shattered. The clock was ticking backwards, a countdown of their own."Are you impressed Sehun?" The masked man leaned close. "Do you find it strange that I have a heart too? That I can have emotions- reactions... How does it feel? To know that I'm just another... human. How does it feel to know that anyone could be like me, that anyone could be me."The investigator froze yet again. A funny feeling washed over him, he was floating in Junyeo's mind, every word made sense; his words found a place inside him to settle in, consuming space that wasn't meant for them."You people gave me a name. You made up a whole persona, you pictured me as the Devil. How do you expect to understand a single thing about me when you treat me like an evil God, like the golden ticket to your promotion? You defy the basic principal of understanding which is the examination of human behaviour."Well said.The room felt like another dimension, Sehun could swear that the Devil had entered an alternative universe where he was just like any other human being.
What a complex thought.
However, denying reality is known to cause such complex and irrational thoughts. Denying reality is what Sehun's whole being was trying to do. Because how could it be possible for a simple human to cause so much evil, how can you perceive such an existence as humane? If "being humane" meant being like Junyeo, then what's the meaning of "Hell upon Earth".The cop leaned back to look at the masked figure. He was right. Everything he said was right. To an extent."It's scary, Junyeo. The thought of you being human is scary." He paused staring at the man in front of him. The man that was nothing more than just a man like himself. "It makes me think about how you grew up... That you were once an innocent child too, that maybe something went terribly off and resulted to you being like this... It does frighten me that anyone could turn like you. But not everyone is the same as you. Most of us will never go through what you did. And even if we do, our perspective can be different and everyone can end up down a different path"Junyeo seemed so still that Sehun internally wondered if the devil had the need to breathe in the first place.
Humans do though.
"So, even though the potential scares me, I'm pretty sure that you're one of a kind. Maybe... A lonesome one of a kind. Perhaps seeking attention and recognition? Is that why you take them in before you kill them? Are you giving them a chance to understand you- are you trying hard to find someone who can empathize with you?Junyeo.I pity you."The blue light of the screen flickered upon the Nutcracker's mask; white noise from the fridge mixed with the muffled sound of the T.V. No response or reaction was spared to the cop.A burst of laughter echoed and Sehun should be surprised but he found himself expecting this."Sehun! I'm so impressed!" His tone pitched higher than usually hinting genuine amusement. So Sehun was surprised when he felt Junyeo yank him off with force and throw him on the coffee table. His breath was knocked off his lungs. Pain numbed his legs as he felt the corner of the table push against his flesh at the lower part of his spine, letting out a loud groan. Junyeo got up and paced to the electricity board of the apartment, pulling the switch down rendering everything pitch black in Sehun's vision. There was still some faint moonlight coming through the kitchen window which allowed the Nutcracker to see and move like a nocturnal, but that was nowhere near enough to help Sehun's vision too.Junyeo came back pulling the cop from the collar of his hoodie, dragging him all the way to his own room and tossing him brutally on what felt like a bed.The lighting from the bedroom's window was quite better but all Sehun could make out was the Nutcracker's figure in this dim illumination."Do you pity me now?" He chuckled and gripped the investigator's chin firmly. "I think I got carried away, hm? Talking shit about being human.... Seems like you forgot what this human is capable of, that there was a reason you called me the devil. Don't underestimate me"The masked man forced his way between the cop's legs, hovering above him and leaning closely. "Why don't you react? I can feel your heart pounding, I know what you're thinking, I can see you trembling even if you can't see it yourself-""Do you think I became an investigator for nothing?" Sehun was indeed trembling, every hair on his body stood up at the realization of the life threatening danger above him. But he would either hit or miss. Junyeo had his life in his hands anyway, it wasn't up to him to decide for it anymore."I am scared and we both know it" it was his turn now to let out a breathless chuckle. "I value my life and it is fucking scary to know I don't own it anymore. But the nights I've stayed up thinking that this could happen to me at any time in my life didn't go in vain. Every time I go out on the field I'm prepared to take a bullet up my head. I wake up with fucked up thoughts like this. Everyone says that I shouldn't be thinking like that but everyone knows it's a thought that has crossed their mind more than once.It's this sick thought of mine that got me to where I am. I earned my place at this age because I live every day thinking that it could be my last, because I'm doing my best and I'm doing better than all of them every single day.So tell me Junyeo, how long do you expect me to cry and pee myself at the sight of you? Two days and a few panic attacks? Apparently that's all it took for me to snap out of it... Cause now I'm looking at you and I realize you're just another capable man" The investigator raised himself on his elbows, pressing his forehead on the silent Nutcracker's mask."But you're not the only capable man in here"
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The man behind the mask chuckled ever so softly, almost inaudibly. Sehun could mostly tell because the mask slightly vibrated against his forehead from the sound of it. He didn't think too much of it when the Nutcracker's hand travelled to his face. This gesture from this man could only mean one thing; the cop knew just how many people had dropped dead right after they felt that same touch on their face. But he couldn't care at this moment. His whole body felt almost numb in adrenaline and his brain didn't provide much help when his instincts took over. He could attack Junyeo right now, his winning chances weren't low. He knew where the man was hurt from his own bullet and he knew the wound was untreated. It was a matter of seconds before-"You're taking it too far and I can't stop you Sehun..." the hand that Sehun was sure would snap his jaw off was now resting on his cheek and the voice that was usually low pitched in a threatening tone was now almost as gentle as a secret love promise."But I can't stop myself either... And I don't trust you." Sehun felt cold at the last phrase and for a moment he realized and wondered about the different feelings that a simple voice could extract from him. There was no reason for him to feel uneasy about the obvious fact that Junyeo didn't trust him, and yet he did feel uneasy. Maybe Junyeo's voice was manipulative in its own way, just like the rest of him."I don't trust myself either right now" the cop finally muttered. He could not in fact trust himself when he couldn't move the way he wanted to, when he wouldn't attack Junyeo while he still had the chance to. He stared at the darkness above him, barely making out Junyeo's figure. For a split second he could swear that he heard the familiar sound of boiling water, only that this time it was the sound of his blood boiling at the pit of his stomach. It was hot, it burn inside and the man above him seemed to know about this as he pressed his own stomach harder against his own, trapping both of their boiling heats in between.Before Sehun could react to any of this, he felt his hands being forcefully pulled up above his head. He almost tried to get free but soon enough he heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and right after he felt the leather wrap around his wrists. He realized that the other end of the belt had been tied to the bedpost after he had tried and failed to bring his hands back down. Once again, he wasn't surprised to be tied up like this. Perhaps that could be due to him feeling able to understand every single move of Junyeo at that moment.Every single move except from what followed.He felt a mask being placed on his face and his vision suddenly darkened even more to the point where everything was pitch black. But it wasn't the darkness that bothered him at this moment. The mask was none other than Junyeo's own mask, he could smell the man's scent, he could feel the disgusting wood on his face. He shrieked."It suits you so much Sehun..." Junyeo watched the man beneath him wither and shake as if being possessed. None of his calm and calculating demeanour from before was left. "What's with this reaction, boy? Is it so disgusting to you that you can't even wear it?" he chuckled "Or is it that whoever wears that mask is the Devil? In that case, you should keep it"Sehun cried out at the thought of wearing something that had been splattered with numerous victims' blood. But mostly he panicked at the thought of being the one who wore Junyeo's mask while the owner of it was bare faced above him. He wanted to see him, he could go crazy any minute now.Junyeo removed the mask from Sehun and the latter heard the item getting thrown on the floor. The man on the top leaned too close to the cop, making their lips brush. Sehun jolted at the sudden intrusion and his eyes widened upon the realization that Junyeo's face was touching his own. He'd die before he could map it all."Hey, hey now... I'm about to lose it here...." his lips found their way next to the cop's left eye, pressing there ever so softly."I'm going to take you."And just fuck any sanity left in Sehun. The cop arched his back in a quiet moan when he heard Junyeo's predatory, bare voice. All of his resistance and smart talk were rendered useless in a matter of seconds. Was he really that desperate?"I'll take that as a yes" Junyeo licked his lips.But he wasn't desperate. Junyeo had worked his way with him just as he'd done with everyone else before him. The idea appalled him, he didn't want to be treated like everyone else. He wasn't here to be Junyeo's plaything, he wasn't here to die."If you touch me I'll make sure you rot in jail before you rot in Hell!""Rich words coming from a man who's already hard for me. Don't worry Sehun, forget your role for now and I'll forget mine too. We're just two men who like men and happened to be compatible too;" He slowly licked the Sehun's cheek, breathing hotly there, causing goosebumps to the cop and continuing. "I like intruding and you just love the penetration" Junyeo laughed as he bit Sehun's lip, said man feeling his body growing hotter with every word that Junyeo uttered."You're asking me to forget my role... But here you have me tied up because of it. You're scared of what I might do, you're scared of my role and what comes with it. I won't forget my role even for a second. I won't become like your pitiful victims. If you touch me, it won't be with my consent. Do you understand Junyeo? I'm not like them."Junyeo didn't move for a while but Sehun could feel his heavy breathing against his lips."Your voice sounds really cute when you're breathless. Ahhh... what will I do..." the Nutcracker completely ignored Sehun's claims and shoved his face at the crook of the other man's neck, inhaling there deeply."Let me put it straight Sehun. I'll fuck you and I don't give a single fuck whether you want it or not. I'm simply returning the favour. But this time you'll end up wanting it, you'll want it from me. You'll scream how much you hate it, you'll cry in pain and humiliation. But the most humiliating part of it will be that you'll love it too much. You'll lose it and before you know it I'll have you untied because you'll be fucking yourself on me and won't be willing to run away."Sehun felt a lump on his throat, there was no way he was getting out of this, he was scared. He hadn't been touched in a long while and somehow he felt like Junyeo was aware of it too."You're trembling again." Junyeo kissed his forehead and wiped his tears. Sehun was lost, his whole being was ready to face Death himself as he'd bravely declared before, but he wasn't ready for this. The humiliation that came with it.Junyeo sighed and pulled back. "You really don't want this, do you? Mhh...I guess It's no fun then. I was betting you'd at least want it without saying so." He slightly pulled back. "I won't touch you then. Indeed, you're not like the others. Sehun...You're boring."Sehun was dumbfounded, he felt that Junyeo kept fucking him up continuously, it was too much. His feelings were raw and spontaneous but they were also tangled as they came and left too quickly; some of them didn't even leave. It was a mess, his organised room where he sorted out his feelings was a whole fucking mess.He was boring.He felt Junyeo's hand travel on his face but this time it was no caress like before. This time he knew what was coming, and this time he wasn't wrong.Junyeo pushed his hand in the cop's mouth and clawed his four fingers behind Sehun's bottom front teeth row. Respectively, in the same manner with his other hand, he held Sehun's upper teeth row.A single movement would do the trick. Sehun's jaw would be snapped off and all of this would be finally over.
I should have done it when I had the chance. I should have kicked him in his would, I should have attacked him with all I had. Maybe I could have seen him too... I should have been enough-
His mouth was held open like that, drooling and sobbing right before he faced death. Being ready to face Death was something that he could only say and think. But when he actually felt it, he was never ready. That's why he couldn't handle Junyeo; He was his consistent reminder of death."Ahh...you had to go ahead and cry like that, didn't you..." The Nutcracker leaned close, breathing in Sehun's whimpers and sobs."See you soon."The loud cracking echoed in the room.There was now only one man alive in the room.
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“See you soon”The loud cracking echoed in the room. Junyeo's eyes widened in the darkness and before he could react, he felt fingers push violently against his eyes, forcing a scream out of him as he withdrew his hands from the cop's mouth in order to protect his means of seeing. Sehun's scream was no less louder than his predator’s when he'd snapped his thumbs out of their place to slide his hands out of Junyeo's makeshift handcuffs and use his remaining sanity to attack the man who threatened to take his life.He punched Junyeo’s wound on his waist with force, crying out as the impact sent painful vibrations to his broken thumb. But that didn’t stop him; He punched again and again, and again, both of them groaning in pain.Sehun straddled Junyeo as he passionately kept punching and violating the man’s body. Blood was gushing out of the Nutcracker’s wound, ouf of his nose and mouth as the cop kept punching.He had won.There was now only one man alive in the room.For the other one was a demon.“Devil, hail your soul-” the man hummed as his head was pounded from the punches and his life finally seemed short. “Devil’s hands-” another punch “the son had slayed…” and another.“For he had never thought for once that one would dare remove his mask” Sehun’s voice echoed weakly, filling in the lyrics that he didn’t even know he remembered. He stared the darkness beneath him in shock.Junyeo hadn’t been fighting back. There was no way he couldn’t. He just didn’t.“Doesn’t it feel good? To be back to the way you used to…” his chuckle pierced Sehun’s ears in a way much more unpleasant than his words had just done.
What are you talking about
He wanted to ask that. So desperately. But he feared the answer even more.It was a waste of time, he decided. A plot to make him lose ground and ask all kinds of questions so the other would gain time to turn the tables. He wouldn’t have it.He punched the man once more, withdrawing himself off him. The risk of staying there any longer was not worth it, once the man had been captured he’d have all the time to question him. The Nutcracker was panting helplessly on the bed while Sehun was using his remaining strength to rush out of there, bumping in the darkness and against locked doors.Suddenly the Nutcracker’s audible breathing stopped.Sehun cursed in a whine, his priority now being the electricity board. He didn’t think for once that the Nutcracker had passed out. He was well aware that the man would try to keep him there as much as he would try to escape. Under these circumstances, he had the advantage of his physique while Junyeo had the advantage of the dark. If only he could see.
Lights or knife. Do I go for the board or do I go for the knife in the kitchen- what if he’s already in the kitchen… he can’t be that quiet, I would have realised.
….would I have actually realised?
Sweat was dripping all over his body, the sudden thought of him being unable to grip the knife properly with his disabled thumbs hit him hard. Numerous thoughts in a matter of milliseconds.
If I snap them back in place he’ll hear me
His heartbeat was pounding in his ears in a chaotic way similar to the way you feel the beat in your head in a night club. If only that was the case now.
No, he probably already knows where I am, keeping quiet is only advantageous for him, not for me.
So here goes nothing. His choice was the knife. Even if he went for the lights, being unguarded wouldn’t be wise.He banged his head with force against the wall behind him several times -to provide some painful distraction to himself so that he wouldn’t focus on the actual incoming pain- and snapped his thumbs back in place at the same time. Without losing a single second, he made a run to where he thought the kitchen would be.Surprisingly he'd made it to the kitchen, his trembling hands quickly finding the object he was hoping for. It wasn’t hard since Junyeo had a whole collection of them on display. He gripped the knife for his life, slowly moving forwards, cautious and determined to face Junyeo any given moment.Gunshot.A single gunshot is what it took to remind Sehun why he was still there. He didn’t lack physique when it came to the Nutcracker. He didn’t lack combat skills, he was very well trained. He didn’t lack strategy or brain.He just lacked the means to be lucky.While Junyeo used the means for his luck. Even when close to death, only the one holding the gun can truly decide who’s death takes priority.Unfair, Sehun thought as his knees trembled. The next shot could be his head. His chest. His stomach.Another gunshot.The cop hid behind the kitchen counter, flashbacks of their first encounter flooding his head.
It won’t be the same this time. I can make it work- time is on my side. He can’t possibly move for much longer. He’s been losing blood…
The sound of a door unlocking caught him off guard.
What-
He gathered all his courage and stood up carefully only to hear the door lock again and footsteps stride further away.“What the....fuck....”He was all alone, the apartment was empty.Junyeo was gone. Sehun had forgotten a very important detail. While he was ready to fight for his life, Junyeo had no reason to fight since he could just walk in and out of there as he wished. He wasn’t the one being captive, so he only did what any wounded man in trouble would do; well, avoid trouble itself.It was all in vain.......“I wouldn’t contact you if I thought I could rely on anyone else. I need your help.” The youngster all but demanded although his plea was obvious.“It was about time...I was starting to think that his department was a bunch of assholes who don’t give a fuck about-”“With all the respect, sir, will you help out me or not?”Jongin looked at the young cop almost amazed with his determination. He could see why Sehun had chosen him as his right hand man.“You need a warrant kid, do you think I can fund you just like that?”“Don’t take me lightly,” he placed the relevant permission on Jongin's desk “I know what I’m here for”.
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It's been more than a week since Sehun had gone missing. Initially, Mark had been too stubborn to bother with it considering their last fight. He didn’t want to look like he cared before he received an apology from his hyung.Days were passing by though, and no news were heard from Sehun, no one was able to contact him. On the fourth day Junmyeon decided to burst in his apartment himself, no traces of trespassing or evidence of a crime scene were found. Everything looked perfectly fine which made it perfectly suspicious.Except from that one letter on Sehun’s kitchen counter which read “Don’t bother, he’s under my care <3”......Mark had been continuously asking Jungwoo about the Nutcracker, he didn’t even know where to start, he couldn’t fathom the thought of his hyung being captured by the same man they were hunting down for months. An investigation team had been already looking into the matter but Mark was sure they wouldn’t be getting any work done soon.In his desperation, he visited Junmyeon’s office in an attempt to convince him to let him ask Jongin for help. He knew that, besides himself, Jongin was the only one that Sehun had presented his whole case to. Sehun’s profiling for the Nutcracker was probably the closest thing they had that could lead as a clue. Junmyeon was just as worried for Sehun and thus allowed Mark to handle this privately with Jongin........“I wouldn’t contact you if I thought I could rely on anyone else. I need your help.” The youngster all but demanded although his plea was obvious.“It was about time...I was starting to think that his department was a bunch of assholes who don’t give a fuck about-”“With all the respect, sir, will you help out me or not?”Jongin looked at the young cop almost amazed with his determination. He could see why Sehun had chosen him as his right hand man.“You need a warrant kid, do you think I can fund you just like that?”“Don’t take me lightly,” he placed the relevant permission on Jongin's desk “I know what I’m here for”.Jongin looked at him with a satisfied look on his face, taking the documents and placing them on top of a pile made out of different folders and files. Mark grimaced at that, thinking that he was going to dismiss it or take it lightly like the rest of the files on that pile.“Excuse me sir, but I would appreciate it if this could take priority-““Relax kid” The man stood up from his chair, his expression looking as serious as ever. “I was being typical. I don’t want fucking papers to start looking for my friend. All I need is a cop with permission. If you’re that one, the rest is up to my cousin, he’s in charge of the funding (a/n: also mentioned in chapter 7). This -he held the file next to his head- is going to him, and we are going for a talk. I want your friend to come with us, his experience with the Nutcracker will be useful. My cousin will soon grant the fundraising permission and we’ll be starting in a matter of hours.”Mark was left speechless staring at the man talking serious business. He was glad that his cooperator seemed to be on the same page as him. It was important that his ally wasn’t some kind of cop who would be in it just for the money, but someone who cared for Sehun and would be willing to cross lines with him to find his hyung.They walked out of his office and entered the elevator to lead themselves to the company’s financial manager. Jongin’s company looked so expensive that Mark instantly thought it was right of him to come in suit and tie. The elevator stopped at the next lower floor. Jongin escorted the young cop to his cousin’s office.“My cousin already knows what I know. He had to be informed so that we could fund Sehun’s case, so consider him an ally.”“How may I trust him, sir? Although he’s your cousin and has fund our case, does he have any personal ties with Sehun? Or is it simply that he’s your family that makes him trustworthy?”Jongin chuckled at how suspicious Mark could be. It clicked to him just how important this was for the younger when he realized that the only people aware of this investigation were him, Mark and Junmyeon- all of them close friends to Sehun.“They’re not close. Not anymore at least”Mark looked at the man confused, expecting a continuation which Jongin wad kind enough to provide.“They were close as kids, up to their teens. But my cousin had to move out after an incident. It didn’t really end well for them, so they didn’t keep in touch. They still do care for each other though” he smiled knowingly. “They haven’t seen or heard from each other for years.” Jongin noticed the even more suspicious look on Mark’s face and laughed at the young cop. “No, no, don’t worry! My cousin would never try to sabotage our investigation. If anything, he’ll be glad to step further in to help! Don’t forget that he granted the fundraising for the case in the first place” he reassured and Mark’s frown softened on his face.“Thank you Mr.Kim. I’m sure you’re aware that you don’t have to explain all of this but the fact that you do it to reassure me makes me appreciate you even more. I’m truly glad you’re able to provide your help”“No worries kid. Mark, wasn’t it?” the younger nodded and Jongin smiled once more.“We’re here” he knocked twice on the door and took the liberty of entering without waiting for permission.“Ah-“ the man inside the office stood up, caught by surprise. He chuckled upon seeing his cousin. “I should have known it’s you, who else bursts in my office without permission” he stepped closer and gently bowed his head.“Don’t be like that, the kid here will think I have no manners” Jongin laughed and stepped closer, bringing Mark with him.“This is Mark, the private investigator that Junmyeon handed over to us to work on Sehun’s case” he stepped back and let Mark stretch his hand towards the new man in front of him. The cop bowed and shook the man’s hand, his grip betraying his anxiety.Jongin chuckled along with his cousin at how flustered Mark looked. “it’s okay kid, everyone’s intimidated or flustered when they first meet my cousin. Or me in that matter” he boasted.Mark raised his head up in embarrassment, avoiding to look straight at the man in front of him. He was indeed very handsome and his smile and calm expression made him look too kind. He looked like an actor in a romance series, he thought.
No wonder they’re cousins, they both look dashing. I wish I’ll be like them in a few year’s time.
Mark was caught in a trance when Jongin interrupted his thoughts.“So!” Jongin exclaimed and Mark finally blinked back to reality “This is Park Chanyeol, my financial manager and ally to our case”.“I’m pleased to meet you, Mark” the tall man smiled and took a step closer.“You can call me Chanyeol”