I worked my ass off but damn is this rewarding. Every message I get on this makes me feel so fucking happy, you don’t even know. I can’t believe this takes a whole hour to read now omg.
Trigger warning: GHB
Pairing: Johnny x Y/N x Jaehyun
Summary: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
The following morning, you woke up to an empty bed.
The blankets were tucked in around you delicately, the only
thing out of place being a pillow that was tucked under your arm. The left side
of your body was against the sheets, with your right arm clutching the pillow
to your chest. There was a chill that seemed to be absent when Johnny laid with
you in the sheets, flowing through the air like ribbons of thin morning frost. It
was an odd feeling. The last two days had been more eventful then the last two
years of your life.
It was an odd feeling, his absence. The sudden normality of
waking up alone was strange, ironically enough.
No response. It didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t there, though.
He could be in the kitchen like the previous day. You pulled off the sheets and
slid your bare feet onto the chilled wooden floor, wiggling your toes at the
light sensation. Light streamed through the thin gaps between the blinds,
highlighting the tiny particles of dust in the air. The vent filters must need
to be changed again.
You shivered as the air met your exposed chest, covered in
only short cotton pajamas and a plain mauve bra. You checked the time briefly
before sliding fully off the bed to find a fresh set of scrubs for work that
day, heading down the hallway leading to the kitchen.
“Johnny?” You called again, “Are you- oh?” He wasn’t in
there as well. You glanced to the side, hoping that he wasn’t there but also partiality
wishing he would be. The minority in your heart wept as the majority cheered,
relived to see that the brunette man was not in the apartment. You made sure
the front door was locked even though he had probably stolen a key or knew how
to lock -pick. You wouldn’t put either
of those acts past him.
You headed back to the bathroom, letting your fingers trail
along the eggshell textured paint that coated the walls. The bathroom door was
open, and it smelled of your body wash again. He must have taken a shower
before leaving, although not recently. There were no traces of fog on the
mirror and the room was cold, contrary to the humid, stifling feel of yesterday
morning. You missed the warmth as well.
In the reflective surface of the mirror, something caught
your eye. A black spot on your cheek absorbed the light, the one speck on
darkness in the white tiled room. You reached a hand up, softly brushing your
hand against it as you leaned towards the mirror for a closer look.
It was the shape of two lips formed into a kiss, the remnants
of what you presumed to be dried blood slowly flaking off as the pad of your
index finger skimmed over it. You sighed; I
can only hope this was from the blood bag. Sick freak.
“What does that make me, then?” You thought aloud, “Hippocratic
oath, my ass…” You grabbed a wash cloth and scrubbed it off harshly, leaving
your skin red and irritated. Letting the rag drop to the floor, you got in the
shower. You washed up completely, hand
still traveling to the spot on your cheek. His affection was strange, and you
told yourself you didn’t want it. Fake it
till you make it, Y/N.
You got out of the shower later than you usually did, having
lost time as the water took each second and washed it away, unnoticed by your
distracted mind. You checked the time, doing a double take when you realized
you wouldn’t have any time to eat if you wanted to make it to work on time.
You threw on your clothes as fast as you could, the familiar
soft blue making your world a summer sky as you tugged the top over your head.
Moments like those reminded you of your childhood, of the days where you would
lay on the grass and stare up at the unblemished world above, free of stress.
Sadly, those days were gone, replaced by disease and pollution that plagued
your city, the sky forever tinged with a sickness that was forever irreversible.
You stretched your arms though the sleeves and popped your head through the
top. You were back in the real world now.
You exited the bathroom after minimal skin and general care,
grabbing your purse that had been set down beside the door the former evening.
You left the apartment, ignoring the ache in your chest with your car keys in
hand. You passed the ache off as hunger.
It has been months since you’ve last seen Johnny. Four, to
be exact. There was no sign that he had returned to your apartment in those
three months. No blood kisses on your face, no misplaced or lost items, and most
definitely no face to face confrontations or sounds in the night. The only face
to face confrontations have been from your increasingly intrusive neighbor,
He wouldn’t leave you alone, always bumping into you in the
streets when you had to grocery shop or buy supplies for either your job or
general home life. He always seemed to appear out of nowhere, as if he
manifested before you just as you were about to buy a coffee or walk into a
shop. He even showed up at the hospital you worked at, once, claiming to be a visitor
for someone. You had made eye contact across the room as you headed into another
wing, holding his emotionless dark gaze for the lesser half of a second before
you turned away and focused your eyes on the floor in front of you.
The worst part was, he would never say anything to you. He
would look but never speak. Nearly every trip in the elevator
since the day Johnny disappeared, he had been there. He would prop himself against
the wall and study you like you were a textbook, reading the cover to assume
what it would contain. Never speaking, just looking. Today was one of the few
days where he wasn’t on the elevator.
The hot summer had faded into autumn, replacing the humidity
with acidic rain and the sunburnt grass with layers of dead leaves. People had
broken out the face masks, covering their noses and mouths so the mold and
mildew that hid in the wet leaves wouldn’t affect them as much. You used to
love the autumn, when you lived out in the country. You hated it now. You had
hated it since the day your aunt made you join medical school and move here
just to be closer to the college of “your” dreams.
All that had been going on lately… all the death, the
murders, the return of the epidemic… it brought back memories you had stored
away and pretended were distant nightmares. You needed something solid to hold
onto. You didn’t care what, but you
needed it soon. Loss was not what you needed right now, but it’s what the world
was handing to you in box that smelled of bleach, cleaners, and latex gloves. The
city around you was poisonous, and no amount of hard chemicals could wipe that
You sighed, breath rumbling in your chest as the dirty air
left your lungs. Eight more floors and you’d be back at your apartment’s door.
You watched as the numbers ticked by slowly, growing
arithmetically. They stopped when you reached floor 24, and you got out. The
stainless steel doors parted as you left the metal box with a worn floor,
scuffed and sullied from years and years of use. It had been what… three years
since you had moved out from your aunt’s place? You wondered how she was doing,
having not called in god knows how long.
You turned the corner and into your hallway when Jaehyun’s
door suddenly opened, the black haired male rushing out while struggling to close
the door behind him and simultaneously shove an arm through his jacket sleeve. He
cursed at the faux leather, finally getting his arm through and kicking the
door shut with his foot. You stared, smiling slightly at his red face. It was
the first time you had seen him so antsy as he was usually so composed and put
together (although a bit creepy with his expressionless face and voice.)
He patted himself down, looking for something. Jaehyun made
a little “ah ha” noise when he found whatever it was, pulling it – a cell phone
– out of his pocket. He was about to call or do something when he jumped,
catching sight of you over the screen.
“Oh!” He exclaimed, breathing out when he realized it was
just his neighbor. You internalized your laughter, enjoying his reaction, “I
thought you were- You scared me.”
I thought you were what?
He was back at it again with the cryptic and creepy messages.
“Didn’t intend to,” You joked, using a teasing tone. The two
of you had never spoken informally, so it felt a bit strange. The only people
you had used this tone with were Doyoung and… that was it. You weren’t exactly
close with anyone, now that you thought about it. You drew your lips together,
nodding awkwardly, “I’m just gonna… go… now…”
You made a move to go past him, bee-lining for your
apartment when he caught your wrist in his hand. His grip felt different from Johnny’s.
You paused, waiting for him to continue as you took a step
back towards him. He released your wrist.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now,” he
tucked his thumbs into the corner of his front jean pockets, “I didn’t say
anything for a while because, well, your cousin looked like he wanted to
aggressively sauté me last time I saw
If only you knew,
you thought. You hadn’t known their confrontation had been that tense, though.
Johnny had been so lax and carefree around you, although that’s because he
probably believed you feared him, which you did. Obviously, you didn’t fear him
very much, but…
“He’s not that bad, really!” You laughed but it was strained,
waving your hand dismissively.
“Says the person who he talks about like a goddess,” Jaehyun’s
lips tipped up slightly, and your eyebrows rose at the discovery of a feature
you didn’t know he possessed. Two cute little dimples decorated his cheeks,
brightening his expression. He went back on his words once he saw your
surprised expression, “I’ll believe it when I see it,” he grinned, “But in the
“Can we swap numbers?” He asked, “I just thought that since
we’re neighbors it would be appropriate, you know? You seem nice, even though
I’m an unexpressive ass who probably gave you and your cousin – especially your
cousin - the wrong idea.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Really? Why all of a sudden?” It
didn’t seem logical that after all these months, actually over a year now, of
living in the same building that he would ask for your number at this point. It
might have to do with the fact that you found him intimidating and made the
conscious move to avoid unnecessary contact, but that was beside the point.
“You just caught my interest, that’s all,” the corner of his
lip fell slightly, “Besides, with all that’s going on with the disease and the…
murders… I thought I’d be good if we had someone to rely on – apart from the
usual people, I mean,” he rubbed his neck and licked his lips a bit, gesturing
to his apartment, “Do you want to come in?”
Bro, I’m still in
“Let me go home and change first.”
He tilted his head to the side, confused for a moment before
he realized you were in your work clothes, “Oh! Yes, of course! Sorry if I was
“Its fine,” you assured him, “I won’t be long, don’t worry.
I haven’t properly spoken with a human outside of work for quite some time.”
“What about Johnny?”
You came up with a quick lie on your feet, “He hasn’t been
around very often, he’s… work conflicts, that kind of thing.”
Jaehyun nodded, ‘ah-ing’ slightly with a tip of his head,
“Well, I don’t want to keep you too long. The door will be open, so you can
just kinda enter. I’ll make some food, you must be hungry.”
“Good,” he laughed, dimples showing once again.
And…. I said that out
To prevent further embarrassment you chose to nod and depart
to your own apartment, offering a small, polite threshold. Your eyes were on
the ground as you stripped off your shoes by kicking at the heels, nudging them
into the corner a little roughly. You hadn’t expected Johnny to be home when you
raised your head and began to strip your shirt.
“You know he’s just trying to get into your pants, right?”
You jumped, “Holy shit! You scared me!”
“Good,” Johnny deadpanned, “You’re not going to his
“Says who?” You snarled, pushing past him, “Last time I
checked, you were healed and absent. I had hoped you would be gone forever too,
after all that anxiety and terror you put me through.”
I’m actually mad you
Johnny frowned, “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not
leaving. I was just busy.”
You frowned, glancing at the television in your living room
and remembering the occasional but consistent murders around the city. The city was already in mourning for those
perishing to the virus, and he only added to the grief. It was hard to believe
someone had the gall to excuse those activities as being “busy.”
“I’m going over to his house whether you like it or not,
Johnny,” his eyes darkened as they watched you open the door to your room, “I’m
getting dressed. If you come in, I’ll lacerate your dick.”
I think I just vomited
a bit in my mouth.
You closed the door behind you and quickly stripped of your
shirt, throwing it on your bed instead of the hamper. You were too irritated to
be orderly, anyway. Outside your room, Johnny could be heard leaning against
your bedroom door. He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the hardwood
floor, sounding like the staccato beat of horse hooves.
“Can you stop?” You asked as you pulled on a pair of dark
washed jeans. They outlined your figure nicely, flattering your ass. You had a
feeling Johnny wouldn’t like Jaehyun seeing you in them. Perfect.
“Can you not go over to his house?” His tone was soft,
You sighed, searching through your closet. Your hand danced
between two tops, one revealing and one moderately conservative. You picked the
“Stop trying to control me,” you commanded, “You’re not my
He’s dead. Don’t try
to replace him.
“I’m not trying to
be your dad,” he insisted, “I’m trying to help you. Jaehyun’s dangerous,
haven’t you seen the way he looks at you? He’s not looking for a neighborly
chat, I’d say. I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s not good. Listen to me, Y/N, Please.”
“No, Johnny. Listen to me. I can handle myself. I’ve handled
myself for the last fucking ten years and I can do it for another ninety. Why
would I listen to you over Jaehyun? He’s never done anything to harm me,” you
crouched down besides the door, speaking through the vertical gap, “Unlike
You heard the scuffle of feet as he rose to a standing
position. He leaned against the door, speaking through the gap just like you
were, “I didn’t hurt you.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself of
his words, “Tell me, when did I hurt you?”
The floorboards creaked under his weight as he leaned back,
drawing in a long breath through his nose and letting it slowly back out
through his mouth. He sighed, losing his portentous tone, “Alright. I’ll leave
you alone then. Have fun at Jae’s.”
“I will,” You had finished getting dressed and found your
phone that you had set aside, tucking it in your back pocket. The house was eerily
silent as you get the rest of your things together and toned yourself down
after the argument. Guilt was making its way forward as you thought.
I wish I could tell
you I didn’t mean it, but if I do, I’m afraid that that will be true.
You opened the door, “I won’t be gone long- Johnny?” The
front door was wide open with no trace of the brunette in your apartment, “Did
he leave? Huh…”
I must have really
pissed him off to have him disappear so soon, although I wonder why he reappeared
in the first place.
You left the apartment, locking the door behind you after
you made sure he had your keys. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen in the hallways,
either. You frowned but quickly wiped that expression away when you turned to Jaehyun’s
door, nearly knocking on it before you remembered that he left it open. You
tried the knob and it turned cleanly, making no noise as the door turned on its
hinges. You stepped into his apartment.
The walls were a clean white, with a more matte texture than
the eggshell paint of your apartment. A few accents of cream and sea blue
decorated the trim, making you think of the ocean. It was soothing, to say the
least, even though there were no decorations on the walls.
You looked around a bit more, noticing that everything was
clean and tidy, nothing out of place. You wouldn’t have pegged Jaehyun to be
the meticulous type. A coworker of yours was like that too, one of the seniors
of the job. Doctor Lee Taeyong, you believed. He was so clean it was scary, but
it was a fitting trait for a doctor. You don’t think you’ve even seen a speck
of lint on his coat, much less a stain.
He would love this
apartment, you thought, catching eye of the cleaning supplies in the cracked
open hallway closet.
He would really love this apartment.
“Do you like chicken parmesan?” Jaehyun’s sudden voice
invaded your thoughts, “Or are you vegetarian? I can make you a salad if you
You raised your eyebrows, processing his words, “Oh!- Um…
Whatever you’re making now is fine. I don’t want to be a bother.”
He laughed and you followed his voice to the kitchen,
peeking around the corner to see him over the stove, “Chicken parm it is, then.”
You made a soft noise of acknowledgment, standing awkwardly
by the wall. Were you supposed to sit down at the table? Or should you help him?
“Can you grab some plates out of the cabinet real quick? My
hands are kinda full right now… I’m not used to cooking for two,” You stayed
for a moment before humming, coming into the kitchen and looking for the cabinet
that held the plates. Opening the first one you came to, all you found was
“To the right,” he said, looking up from the sauce pan
briefly. It looked like the chicken was sticking to the pan, “They should be on
the middle shelf – yeah – there.”
You pulled two of the ceramic dishes off their stack,
holding them carefully so as not to drop them. The floor was hard tile with
thin grout. If the plates dropped, they would shatter into a million tiny,
You set them on the table softly, one of the plates making a
boorish noise when it spun on is bottom similarly to a spun coin that’s about
to fall flat on its face. The table cloth was a crisp white, not a single crease
in the immaculate fabric. He would probably be grossed out if he walked into
your apartment… all the mess…
He brought the sauce pan over and placed a piece of chicken
on each of your plates, gesturing for you to sit down. He came back over,
pouring red sauce and sprinkling parmesan over them delicately. He seemed stiff
as he stood, brow wrinkled in thought, “Oh, I forgot drinks!”
He readied up to open the cabinet next to the plates,
pulling out two moderately sized cups with a beautiful, gradual curve. Geometric
patterns were carved into the glass, making it glitter like a precious gem.
“Are you okay with juice?” He said, looking through his
fridge and pulling out a pitcher of crystalline red liquid. He removed the cap,
“How about cranberry?”
“That’s fine,” you murmured. He nodded, standing over the
cups on the counter with his back turned to you. The atmosphere suddenly felt
much more… tense.
“Where’s your cousin? Is he at home?” He asked, turning to
look at you with a smile.
“Why do you ask?” You shot back, distrusting. His smile had
begun to look fake, his lines sounded rehearsed… A sense of fear began to peck
at you, but you washed it away with the sharp taste of cranberries. You nursed
your cup throughout the conversation. He didn’t touch his.
“Just curious,” he dismissed your anxiety with a lax wave of
his palm, “I heard shouting and couldn’t make it out. I didn’t hurt your
relationship, I hope. I… I know he doesn’t like me, so…”
“He doesn’t dislike you.”
He hates you.
“Ah, that’s a relief…” He got up, suddenly, confusing you.
That soon cleared when you realized he was just getting utensils. He handed you
a fork and knife from across the table. They shook in your grasp, “Too bad he
will loath me soon.”
“What?” You had begun to feel shaky, but at the same time less
there. The world began to feel a little dreamlike and it was hard to focus. The fork fell from your hand and clattered to
the floor as you struggled to get out of the chair, legs feeling numb, “I
should be leaving. I just realized that someone’s coming over to fix the…. Um…
You pushed the chair in and made your way to the door with
haste, struggling to walk in a straight line. You knew the symptoms, you knew
the effects, you knew how long it took for them to set… Johnny was right.
and he just fucking drugged me. I need to get out.
“Not so fast, love,” You began to shake violently as he
grabbed your arm and pulled you to him, caressing under your chin, “You haven’t
even stayed for dinner yet!”
You tried to move, you really did, but he wasn’t like
Johnny. Johnny might be a killer, Johnny might be a cannibal, but Johnny still
understood human emotion. Johnny still had some human emotion. When you looked
into Jaehyun’s eyes now, all you saw was animalistic, twisted desires. He put
on a mask to lure you in, to pretend he was the good guy, but he wasn’t. Jaehyun
was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Your breathing became erratic as his cold hands stroked your
chin, his smile turning upwards. The sick part was that this smile was genuine, not all the other ones he had given you in
the past. This smile reached his eyes, lighting them with a dark controlled
fire that could only be put out by satisfying his desires.
He laughed at your shivers, kissing your forehead just like
DID Y’ALL EXPECT THAT!
No, seriously. I want to know. I didn’t plan this plot twist till about halfway through the this chapter because Jaehyun was originally supposed to be a good guy, undercover cop of sorts.As you can see, I clearly changed that plot line :)
P.s: Y/N was drugged with 2g of GHB. It is a very potent drug, but Jaehyun slipped just enough to have her movements and thoughts limited. She is, and will be, awake.
Well, these took approximately a million years. But hey, they’re done now, and I learned a lot long the way. Unfortunately, I also lost the original order I wanted to put them in after they were paired up.. Oh well, first and last are still the same.
Yes finished! I was just thinking, why make a huge deal about the sufferer’s death? Wouldn’t it just create more trouble than it was worth to demonstrate your power, like make him into a symbol for rebellion. I like the idea that the Condesce wasn’t directly involved with the matter and gets pretty pissed with how it was handled after