Hybristophilia | Part 12 |

Hybristophilia -
An attraction to extremely violent criminals, or a person who has committed a gruesome crime, also known as Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 ||


“Lunch time.” Jongin heard throughout the confined walls. He remained in the corner, his knees pulled tightly to his chest. He only looked up when the tray slid under the small opening from under the door. The opening and closing of other doors echoed in his ears, followed by the pleads and screams of his brothers, his friends, his family. 

“Stop! I-I didn’t do anything!” He heard one yell, the sound of a body falling limp being muffled from the large metal door in front of him. Baekhyun, he thought to himself, naming the boys one by one as they were either being dragged or wheeled down his door. 

10, he counted. 

They’re after you next. 

You killed them.

You hurt them.

You will hurt them.

He clutched his hair tightly, the crisp and burnt strands feeling like fire against his calloused fingertips. “Jongin.” He heard softly, the voice velvety and gentle against his ears. Jongin looked up through his teary eyes, the voice like poison to his body. 

“M-Mei..” He whimpered, crawling on all fours to the distinct figure of his wife, who had crouched down and cradled his cheeks in her hands, lightly brushing away his fallen tears. “I-I thought you were gone.” She gave him a bright smile, one that send chills down his spine. 

“I’d never leave you, don’t be silly.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. He sat there, frozen in his place as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist, almost as if he would break her with a single touch. He inhaled the scent of her hair, running his fingers through her silky strands as he held her as close as possible. 

“You’re fine, Jongin.” She spoke softly in his ear, kissing the soft skin of his cheek. He quickly shook his head, a panic shooting through his body as he felt a sticky liquid coat his hands. Quickly pulling away, he saw both palms of his hand coaxed in blood, as well as the curled up figure of his wife in front of him. 

“Mei!” He frantically yelled, turning her body to see a single blade embedded into her abdomen. Tears left her eyes as she looked up at him in fear, practically screaming her lungs out when they met eyes. “Y-You monster.” She croaked out, crumpling in pain when Jongin tried to move her. 

“Y-You’ll be fine.” He said, more to himself, as he cradling her bleeding body in his arms, not caring if his white clothing had gotten stained. “You’ll be okay.” He clenched his eyes shut, burying his nose into her hair, letting himself weep as he rocked him and his dying wife in his arms. 

“Jongin!” He heard someone whisper harshly in his ear, his body spazzing out of control as he sat up. “It’s me! Calm down!” He heard the voice hiss, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of his room. “W-Who?” He croaked out, rubbing his eyes, the dried tear streaks making his cheeks stiffen. 

“Kyungsoo?” He squinted, ignoring the eyeroll he had received in response. “You aren’t allowed to be here.” He cowered away, pulling his knees to his chest. Jongin knew he looked vulnerable, but he didn’t quite care anymore. The punishments were no longer enough to make him retaliate. 

“Idiot, the stupid guard forgot to lock my cell. Half of them are sleep anyways.” Kyungsoo said bluntly, grabbing Jongin’s arm and dragging him out of the room, carefully looking both ways before dashing down the hallways. Jongin wordlessly followed, his bare feet padding against the cold tiles of the floor. 

Kyungsoo led him to a secluded room, shutting the door tightly behind them. “Listen, we need to make a plan.” He hissed, crouching down to the ground and turned away, grabbing as many pieces of paper from the desk next to them before sprawling them around the ground. 

“Plan for what?”

Kyungsoo groaned, raising his hand in annoyance, almost as if he was about to strike Jongin upside the head, but chose against it when he saw the younger one flinch. 

“A plan to get out of here, genius.” He shook his head, taking a pen from the waistband of his pants. 

A/N - I know it sucks, but I just really needed to get at least one update in. Tell me what you think?


Originally posted by luludeery

“Do you hear that? It’s the sound of battles fought and lives lost. It once pained me to know that I am the cause of such despair, but now their cries give me strength. Beauty is my power.” 


“Lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow, and hair as dark as night.” A woman whispered, brushing her finger against her son’s face. “You’re simply beautiful.” She whispered to him, cradling his small body close to her chest. The small baby cooed against her, holding her finger in his tiny hands. His toothless smile brought another one onto her face as she gently placed a kiss on his head. 

“You’re destined for great things.” She whispered, small tears dropping on his purple blanket. Loud knocks could be heard from outside the door, followed by loud thuds as something knocked harshly against the thick wood of the door. The baby’s loud cries resonated around the room as the door was harshly knocked down, scattering in little pieces around the floor. 

“Take her!” A deep voice yelled, the woman cradling the crying baby closer to her chest. She whimpered softly, hiding the baby the best she could before the guards harshly grabbed her arms. Another set of arms forcefully took the crying baby from her arms, much to her pleads. “Please! My son!” She cried, dropping to her knees as the man walked away with her son. 

“Yixing!” She screamed, her head falling when the cries faded away in the distant hallways. The clicks of heels could be heard as another pair of feet entered the room, a gruff voice cupping her cheeks with a single hand, forcing her to look up at him. 

“Such a shame, you were destined to be my queen.” The man hissed, baring his teeth when she spat into his eye. His hand reached up, colliding with her cheek. “If anything happens to my son, you’ll regret it.” She hissed weakly, her voice cracking from her previous yelling. 

The man smirked, his holding his hands behind his back as he smugly looked at her. “You have very empty threats from someone who has no power against someone like me.” He said calmly, nudging some men towards her as he exited the room. “You know what to do.” He ordered, walking out of the room. 

The woman helplessly closed her eyes, her head falling once again as small tears dripped down the bridge of her nose. She heard the unsheathing of a sword, her heart falling into the pits of her stomach as she waited for her demise. 

“Yixing.. I’m sorry.” 

The prince sat quietly aside his father, his green eyes darting around the courtyard as other subjects freely roamed around the gardens. “Why do we bother with these people?” Yixing spoke bluntly, glaring his bright eyes at a group of women who had been eyeing him from across the garden.

His father let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. “Son, these people are what we need to actually rule a kingdom. They ensure we are well liked and would not be likely to be rebelled against.” He explained, nodding to a group of men as they all bowed in front of the two figures of royalty. “And we soon need to find you someone to wed.” He nudged Yixing’s arm, the boy shaking his head slightly. 

“I don’t need a woman to rule by my side. It will only be burdensome.” Yixing defended, chewing on the plump skin of is bottom lip. “All these women want are money and sex.” He scoffed, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact with any female that crossed his path. 

Sighing softly, the king placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “If this is about your mo-”

“I have no mother.” He hissed, standing up from his seat quickly, the king staring at him with wide eyes. “That woman left me with no explanation and got me stuck here. I’d love nothing more than to have no connection to her at all.” He huffed, bowing to the king. “With all due respect, I’d like to leave to my quarters.” 

With a nod from the king, Yixing quietly pushed past many people, making his way down the many empty hallways. Whispers were heard from women as he walked past them, his cologne radiating to their noses, his good looks adding more charm as his stoic expression plastered onto his face. 

“Prince Zhang.” The women bowed, sending him flirtatious stares, to which he ignored. He continued his way to his room, halting when he heard a soft voice from behind him. “Care for an apple, Lay?” 

Turning around, a small smile made it’s way onto his lips as he met eyes with his childhood friend. “You’re looking a little pale there. An apple a day keeps the doctors away.” She joked lightly, nudging the taller man. Yixing rolled his eyes, taking the apple none the less. 

“You’re too much. You’re going to get caught stealing all these.” He gestured, leaning against the door of his room. The girl held a cheeky smile, shrugging her shoulders as she slung her bag higher up her shoulder, the contents only making the bag droop down once again. 

“Shouldn’t be much of a problem when my best friend is the prince.” She teased, following him into his room once he had bothered to open the door. Shutting it behind her, Yixing flung the apple core at the back of her head, causing her to whine softly. “Every time!” She growled lightly, picking up the discarded trash and putting it in the bin. 

Yixing laughed softly, the sound almost foreign to him. He sat down on his bed, the soft material tickling the tips of his fingers. “The prince doesn’t have any friends, you know this.” He sighed, running his hands through his styled hair. “It would only cause distractions.” He mocked, rolling his eyes as he kicked off his shoes, the girl doing the same as she sat cross legged next to him.

“But having a wife doesn’t?” She spoke softly, her gaze falling onto her lap as she caressed the skin of the apple in her palms. Yixing sighed, slithering his hands around her waist, pulling her lightly against his body. He laid his chin on the top of her head, rocking their bodies back and forth as he hummed softly. 

“The rules are nothing but things to keep us from having fun.” He whispered in her ear, pressing his lips against the side of her head. “I promise, even if I get a wife, or just a woman to fill in the place of queen, we can run away together. Whatever happens to this stupid kingdom can happen without me.” 

“You can’t throw away your royal title for a peasant.” She snapped, pulling away from his grasp. “Lay, this is the life everyone wants-”

“It isn’t what I want.” 

The girl scoffed, crossing her arms. “You never had to beg for anything, to steal what you wanted, to struggle with not having to eat for days until you manage to smuggle something. You didn’t have to share anything, you had everything handed to you on a silver platter. Everything, Lay.” She huffed, her voice cracking as she spoke to him. 

“You wouldn’t last a day out on those streets. It isn’t you.” Her tone softened, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. “You were destined for a life like this. You can’t throw it away for a commoner.” 

Yixing shook his head, holding her hand in his. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t. You mean more to me than being called king. I’m not fit to rule this place.” He gave her a little lopsided smile, tilting his head to look at her. “Unless you want to be my queen.” He teased, poking her stomach lightly. She rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at him. 

“From rags to riches, what a life.”

“We can do it though. One day.” 

She laughed softly, poking his forehead with the pads of her fingers. “Get your head out of the clouds Lay, it’ll never happen.” She huffed, falling back onto his silk covers, the material tickling her skin. He laid down next to her, propping his head on his arm, leaning his weight onto his elbow. Ever so softly, he trailed his fingertips against her stomach, feeling the rough material of her tattered top. 

“(Y/N), I promise we’ll run away together.” He whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His piercing eyes hovered over her features, smiling to himself when a crooked smile grew across her face. Turning to face him, she roughly flicked the top of his nose, causing him to grunt and glare at her. 

“I promise that one day we will run away together, and only together.” She said sternly, giving him a fierce look. “So help me, if you ever leave me in this damned kingdom alone, I’ll hunt you down and murder you myself.” She hissed, relaxing into his chest. 

He felt his chest contract in pain as he gently caressed her tangled hair. “I’d never leave you.” He whispered, cradling the smaller girl in his arms.