ENHYPEN Oneshots

Kisa Dead Flowers | Kim Seonwoo

FLUFF | SMUT | Unprotected Sex | Reverse Cowgirl | Punishments | Established Relationship | Fiancè Sunoo | Richkid Sunoo | Murder | Song: Chaconne |

Your artistic finacè, Kim Sunoo, who is just out here living his best life being a highly paid artist.

His family is apart of the many, but not that many, chaebol families of korea. The old money families, to be precise.

With his older sister taking over the family buissness, leaving him with little stress, as she girlbosses her way to the top. Leading the Kim group's conglomerate into another success.

Meanwhile Sunoo leads the galleries that the Kim group owns, mixing his own artwork in the with the show cased ones.

That man practiaclly lived in his studio, creating paintings upon sketches and even more paintings. The ones on display truly showcase a lot of complicated emotions, a lot of people, regardless of economic status, would just stand there lost in their own mind sorting through their own unresolved thoughts.

And if they stepped one foot into his studio? That spacious area with floor to ceiling windows over looking the entire city of Seoul- cars look like ants from up here-but that's not the most breathtaking part.

It's the surplus or paintings of this one beautiful woman, who seems to be his muse. The Dorian Gray to Sunoo's Basil Hallward, he could not stop painting her so much so that it became an unhealthy obsession.

In a artist's block of sorts? Just a quick sketch of her sleeping in bed next to me, paint her working on her laptop in my studio.

Another odd part within Kim Seonwoo's wonderlust art studio is the lack of seating.
One simple brown stool with many blank canvases, dirtied and cleaned paint brushes with many mediums of paint tubes scattered all over, the usual artistic mess. And a velvet red luscious armchair facing opposite this mess, aligned by the window.

If you paid close attention, you'd realise how many of his paintings were of this certain woman sitting in a leisurly position on that armchair, facing away from him at a 3/4 angle and the afternoon sunset caressing her face perfectly.

One cold winter morning you awake, in your shared bed with your finacè, to find his side cold and empty.

Calling him up with groggy eyes, a pout and a tired morning voice. He giggled at your behaviour, telling you to meet him tomorrow might at midnight in his art studio, because for two days in Gyeonggi-do he will be busy girlbossing through boringly important meetings with other buissness men and clientel and whatever.

With nothing better to do on your days off, you decide to just lazy in bed and scroll through some media, when a headline catches your eye.

"The Vampire, an anti-hero or a serial killer?"

Upon digging deeper you fell into this rabbit hole of men freaking the fuck out that there is a serial killer specifically targetting men. Men who have abused, assulted, harrased, sexually assulted or even bothered a woman are being targeted and dropping dead one by one and it seems that their status does not protect them, because some were politicians, high-ranking governemnt officials, idols, buissnessmen and even teachers.

You were just giggling at all the comments women left about these stupid men, who were genuinely having breakdowns in their own videos about how this is ruining their lives, when they did not think about how those men impacted the lives of women? The amount of victims that were hurt during their time alive?

Apparently, the reason this killer was nicknamed "The Vampire" was because it looked as if fangs were pierced into the victim's jugular vein and sucked dry of blood. Many other injuries includes strangulation marks, bruises and a bonk on the head that kinda lead them dead.