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→ immortal!reader x exo; aeon’s lovers

prologue - ch. 1

→ warnings: mentions of blood and gore.


You take him in, his emotionless face as he himself takes your confession in. He doesn’t move a single muscle, except for his dark eyes that meet yours.

“Let me explain, won’t you? It all started in 1934-…”

Detective Do’s face broke, and his eyes grew crazed, wide and screaming as the realization dawned upon him. You paused, swallowing back the lump in your throat before starting yet again;

“My story starts in Siheung, 1934, in Korea under Japanese rule, with a handsome, rich man named Kim Jongdae. 

Jongdae was only a year older than me and the son of a Japanese doctor and car collector whom had found a wife and settled down in Korea. His mother was Korean and his father was as mentioned, a rich Japanese man. This enabled the family riches with seemingly no limit, however, despite what you might think, that was not the reason why I loved him.

I was staying the summer at my aunt’s house in Siheung, close to the Kim family’s mansion, and one beautiful morning as I took a stroll, I bumped into him. My simple plan to stay with my aunt for the summer turned into me being so forcefully pinned down by his adoration and this luxurious ring he pushed onto my finger. We fell in love so quickly, quicker than any car his father owned. And still, to this day, - I wish his father hadn’t ever received that new car that faithful day.”


Siheung, Korea, 1934

You stormed through the grand halls of the familiar mansion, not caring much if you stumbled into a door being pushed open or one of many expensive vases. Actually, you’d love it if Ms. Kim had redecorated to your wishes, your fist was itching to break something irreplaceable. As you ran, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and your stomach was tight with rage. Just how could he?

“Y/N, darling-” His voice was loud, closing in on you as you jogged through the empty living area, almost stumbling over the thick edge of the foreign carpet. With an annoyed huff, you closed in on the front door. You saw the light on the end of the tunnel but just as you reached for the door handle, your fiancé grabbed hold of you and tugged you into his chest. Only for you start squirming stubbornly under his hold, of course. He huffed sadly, jokingly at your struggling.

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