‼️DISCOUNTINUED: SIREN: a yeonbin ff

chapter 11

Yeonjun lay unconscious below the surface. He had taken sea urchin pills, a deadly painkilling drug. He hasn't done this since-

why can't he stop fucking thinking about Haru?

They ended a long time ago, so why worry now?

He let these thoughts flood his mind and the world starting spinning before his eyes. He let out a dry chuckle. What and idiot. Crying over a stupid boy when the boy was already dead. Pathetic.

9 years ago, age 14~

2 boys, and their freinds. But thats all they needed. Just the two boys. The centere of Yeonjuns world was Haru, and Haru was the only thing on his mind. Teenage love, they say its the best thing that could posdibly ever happen, but its the most addictive drug.

Hand in hand, their ice cream sundae was left to be ignored. Half mint choco, and half hazelnut, Harus favorite.

This was the most satisfied he had felt in a while. He shut his eyes and contently smiled, resting his head on harus shoulder, arms wrapped around harus waist. Seeing this, haru wrapped his arm around yeonjun neck, securing them in place as he too rested himself on yeonjuns shoulder.

And they stayed like that. Stayed until thier friends finished thier ice creams, stayed until the got up and left, and stayed until sunset.

It wasn't until the bitchass employee Jennifer Wang knocked on thier heads and booted them out at closing that they realized how long they had stayed. A whole 4 hours in this position. Yet, none of them felt tired, thier muscles feeling totally relaxed and free instead of tight and sore.

Yeonjun just rememberd how haru had looked at him on that uber ride back.

Soft and caring.

That was how he had treated him back then. But not any more.

In fact, haru was the reason yeonjun was high off of sea urchin pills in the first place. He maniaclly chuckled a humorous laugh as he pulled out a clam shell from under his desk. Smiling down at it, he held it up into the air and examined it.

Blue siren blood, but not any kind. It had a pearlescent appearnce to it. Prince siren blood. Powerful enough to kill a grown man if overdosed. Harmless to a siren ofcourse, but deadly for mankind.

His eyelids suddenly felt droopy and heavier then a whale. But he brushed it off and mumbled some sort of excuse as to why they felt that way, and his arm drooped to the ground alonng with his sagging eye lids.

Suddenly, a large sparkly purple flash appeard before his eyes. Dropping the clam shell, he rubbed at his drooping eye lids and blinked rapidly, mouth slightly parted from shock. The flashes got more frequent, more aggresive before his eyes. Then, claws, eyes, and that nasty mouth came reaching out of the air.

The motuh cackled, it mocked yeonjun as he glared at it, hprrified at what he was seeing. But it wasn't the first time, no.

"Its been a while, yeonjun."

It was the devil. The devil by the window, it was called.

Flashback~

15 year old child Choi Yeonjun had come a long way. He had just gone through something truamatic and almosg ridded it of his mind.

The child was given options. Stay with the pain forever, or let go.

The child took a step towards freedom without hesitation, but the devils whisper holds him back.

"why go down that painful path?" It asked. "what you'll meet at the end is a chained spirit, who forgot how to sympathize, dream, and feel." It bargained. "Come, let me show you how fun salvation is, come now, fly with me, Choi Yeonjun."

Present Time~

just do it, the devil whisperd. do it for me, for him, It echoed throughout his brain, bouncing off each wall of his skull.

Picking up the shell while grinning, he crashed him right arm down to his left, gashing the shell into his wrist and gliding it across like he had done hundres of times. one, and two, and three.. The devil counted for him. Four, five, six and seven...His voice was taunting. It teased and jaunted him until there was no other option but to cut.

Harder.

Deeper.

Stronger,

Why are you so weak?

The devils voice sung. He shoved his hand to his ears, pausing the cutting and letting the clam shell drop. It was getting too loud. Even if he coverd his ears, the daze just gets louder, and louder, until it stops.

The empty noise, it's deafening. He never thought he would crave that voice back, it tempted him and shoved him in every direction until it got what it wants.

And it always did.

Yeonjun let out a gasp, as the voice had returned, ready to toy with him once more.

what is with me and torturing yeonjunnie lately?!

for my fellow yeonjun stans, i promise not to hurt him too much.

its always the promises that get broken..