STRAYKIDS ONE SHOTS

JiLix | Murder For Fun

a/n: i've never written anything like this but it was oddly fun, i hope you enjoy !! also, happy birthday to our sunshine boys <3

TW: murder, slight gore, blood, smut, weapons, fighting; just don't read if u don't like angst or wtv, please

   The red-haired's lips twitched into a wide smile as he saw his prey hide away in fear. He clutched his kitchen knife tightly in his hand as he walked around the living room, whispering sweetly, "Yongbokie~ Where are you?"

   In any other scenario, his voice would've sounded worried but now, it couldn't even compare. "Don't hide~" He chuckled lowly, eyes falling closed before shooting wide open again—the grin leaving his face.

   "Yah! I don't got all day, get the fuck out from behind that damn couch!" He screamed out in annoyance, voice pitched with irritation and anger. Felix whimpered as he realised the older knew his hiding place, How did the night turn out like this? They were supposed to celebrate their birthdays. . . What happened?

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   Jisung and Felix walked off campus together, bags hanging from their shoulders and phones in hand. "What time do you wanna come over?" "Probably 'round afternoon, maybe evening so like, six? Does that work for you? We'll have the whole night anyway." Han smirked, "The whole night, just us~"

   "Aish, don't be so dirty, Jagi-ah." The blond breathed out, annoyed by his boyfriend's teasing. He wouldn't mind doing it with him but they've done it countless of times already, so he wasn't keen on it. Though now that the idea settled in his mind, he wouldn't have anything to say against it.

   Yongbok smiled. "Says the one that literally grinned at that. Just admit you love my dick," The slightly older laughed out, seeing the light (very very light) blush on the other's cheeks. The blond gave him a deadpan.

   "It is my birthday, so you should gift me something. Maybe.." He leaned in closer to the taller, getting his lips near his ears, "Yourself." Felix giggled, "If you're that desperate. How can I say no?" And grinned innocently.

   Boy, If only he knew what he was getting himself into, perhaps he would've just brought a different gift instead because that's where it all came crashing down.

   To some, or most, it'll seem like flirting—asking your lover to give themselves to you—but to Jisung it meant owning him and getting to do whatever he wanted with him, with his body. Be it taking him out on a date or brutally stabbing him over and over.

   And it was normal, to him. He didn't think it was weird, maybe a bit unique but not weird—just ordinary, because he was special. He, Han Jisung, was special. You can decide for yourself if it's in a positive or negative way, but I believe it's obvious.

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   Jisung moaned out in pleasure as he pushed himself inside the younger. The day had just changed and it was officially Yongbok's birthday, so the red-headed wanted to give him a gift of pleasure. "You're so tight," He groaned out, seeing the blond roll his eyes and arch his back.

   Not being able to resist he leaned down to connect their lips, hungrily eating him up while pushing in and out—slow yet deep. "F-fuck-" The younger muffled out, his voice speaking into the other's mouth as he eagerly took control of the kiss.

   Out of breath, Han pulled away, letting both of the adults breathe again before he attached his lips to the younger's neck and shoulders. He left kisses and hickeys all over his skin as he explored his upper body, the slim yet muscular boy even bit down every once in a while, enjoying the taste of his body.