ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ's ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ^ ᵐⁱⁿᶜʰᵃⁿ

2'𝐺𝑟𝑖𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑥? 𝑊𝑇𝐹

T.W: Mention of Blood

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"Min say Aaaaaa."

"Aaaaaaaa" The boy made a sound opening his mouth.

"Yeah like that," Chan said as he fed his boyfriend who was too busy playing games.

"Once again. Say Aaaaaa."

"Not anymore. I am full."

"This is the last one. Promise. Open your mouth."

"No. I don't want to."

"If you eat this I will give you a kiss."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Kiss me first. Then I will eat." the boy said pouting at him.

Chan sighed but still peaked on his lips. "Happy? Now eat." Chan said taking a spoonful of rice. And stuffed it in his boyfriend's mouth who started struggling chewing the food.

Chan laughed at how cute his angry boyfriend looked while struggling. No matter what happens in his life, no matter how sad he is, whenever he looked at the boy, all his worries seemed to wash away. Just one glance at him was enough to make him the happiest person in the world. Chan was just so..so in love with him. He wouldn't be able to live without him. Chan would follow the boy everywhere. Even in death if needed.

"Cute," he said while grinning to himself.

"Cute...so cute..just so so cute..."

"If you are done with your dream can you wake up now?" A Raspy voice made Chan open his eyes.

He looked at the ceiling for a while. "It..was a dream huh? But it felt so real..He looked so real."

"They say before dying, people see the person they love the most." Chan looked at where the voice came from for the second time now. Glancling, he jumped off from the view in front of him.

Someone was standing in front of him
dressed in the most darkest garments he had ever laid eyes on. Even darker than Chan's own closet.

He observed the man(?) from head to toe to get a better insight. He was wearing a long black cloak. Chan couldn't see his face but what it looked like he was wearing a skeleton mask beneath the hood. Purple pupils glowing through it. His dark yet shiny boots were gleaming so much it was hard to stare at it for too long. But the most odd among them was what looked like a large scythe that he was holding in his hand.

Chan kept silently staring at him for a while until he exclaimed, "WHAT IS A GOTH DOING AT MY HOUSE?!"

"Huh?? What did you just call me?" The man(?) questioned stepping closer to Chan.

"A goth." Chan said sarcastically. "What are you doing here? Who let you in? Are you perhaps Jisung's friend?"

"Jisung?" the man(?) asked. "You mean that friend of yours? Why don't you ask him yourself? Even though he looks quite busy right now."

Chan glanced at the direction the goth just pointed. Jisung and Hyunjin were weeping the floor in a hurry. Their clothes were covered in red stains. Jisung again. Chan thought. That guy was the clumsiest person he had ever seen in his life. He must have spilled paint on the floor. Chan stood up and went towards them to help.

"Hey. Jisungie. Hyunnie. Let me help." Chan said but the two boys didn't seem to hear him at all.

"Hey. I said let me help." But this time too they didn't listen.