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Scary Movie - Kuran ♣️

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Kuran

Synopsis: Fear? The hell is that? That word is nonexistent in the eyes of Kuran. Him and his RBF makes any petrifying moment seem..."eh" just what could possibly send this man over the edge?

One shot: Beyond Fear

Warning: Mentions of suicide/death

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The theatre doors swung open, spilling out a crowd of moviegoers onto the busy city street. The sky was already a deep indigo, speckled with early stars, and the crisp air was filled with excited chatter about the latest horror film that had just finished. Among the crowd was you, your hand entwined with your boyfriend Kuran's as you made your way down the steps.


"That was so terrifying!" you exclaimed, your voice still jittery from the adrenaline. "I can't believe they pulled that jump scare right at the end! And the way that monster moved... ugh, I'm never going into the basement again."


Beside you, Kuran kept his usual stoic expression, his face calm and composed despite everything you'd just witnessed on the big screen. His red eyes were unfazed, his white hair catching the streetlights with every step. He nodded occasionally, more out of habit than genuine engagement, as you rambled on about the movie's scariest moments.


Kuran's RBF (Resting Bitch Face) was a part of his charm, something you had gotten used to over your time together. He was the type to sit through even the most terrifying scenes without flinching, his usual nonchalant self. But tonight, his detachment seemed more pronounced, as though he were a million miles away.


You finally noticed his distant gaze and stopped walking, tugging on his arm to get his attention. "Kuran, are you even listening to me?"


Kuran blinked and turned to you, his expression unchanged. "Yeah, I heard you. Scary movie, basement monster, never going down there again. I'm listening."


You rolled your eyes, a playful pout forming on your lips. "You're just saying that. You didn't even react once! I was nearly jumping out of my seat, and you were just... sitting there like it was nothing. Does anything scare you?"


Kuran shrugged nonchalantly, his broad shoulders rising and falling beneath his black jacket. "Not really. It's just a movie. There's nothing to be scared of."


You stared at him, your brows furrowing. It was such a typical Kuran response, but something about it made you feel uneasy. You knew Kuran was tough—after all, he'd faced much worse than any horror movie could conjure. But you couldn't help but wonder if there was anything that could rattle him, anything that could break through his calm and collected exterior.
As you walked further down the dimly lit sidewalk, you glanced at him thoughtfully before blurting out, "What about if... if I died? Would that scare you?"


Kuran's stride slowed, and his expression faltered. For a brief second, the stoic mask he always wore cracked, and you saw something flash in his eyes—something raw and vulnerable that he rarely let anyone see. He stopped walking, turning to face you fully.


"What?" His voice was quiet, almost hollow, as if he couldn't quite process what you had just said.


You hadn't meant anything serious by it; you were just curious about what would break his unshakeable demeanour. But now, seeing the way his eyes darkened, you felt a pang of guilt. "I was just... wondering. You said nothing scares you, so I was just asking—"


Before you could finish, Kuran stepped closer, closing the distance between you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His grip was firm, as if he was afraid that if he let go, you would slip away. Your cheek was pressed against his chest, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.


"Kuran?" you mumbled, your voice muffled against his shirt. "You're holding me so tight..."
He didn't loosen his hold. If anything, his embrace only tightened. Kuran's head dipped, and he rested his chin on the top of your head, his voice low and strained. "That's beyond fear, Y/N. Don't... don't joke about that."


You blinked, taken aback by the intensity in his voice. You hadn't expected this reaction from him—Kuran, who rarely showed any emotions, now holding you like you were the most fragile thing in the world.


You pulled back slightly, enough to look up at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I wasn't hinting at anything; I just wanted to see your reaction."


But Kuran wasn't convinced. His mind raced with memories of your past, the dark moments you'd faced and the pain you'd gone through. He knew you had your scars, invisible as they were, and the thought of losing you—even hypothetically—felt like a knife to his chest.
"Y/N," he said firmly, his voice trembling just the slightest bit. "Don't ever think that you're alone or that you're not loved. I don't want you to feel like you have to go through anything by yourself."


You could see the sincerity in his eyes, a rare glimpse into the heart of the usually stoic Kuran. You smiled softly, placing your hand on his cheek. "I promise, I'm not going anywhere. I was really just messing with you."


He sighed, his usual cool demeanour cracking further as he looked at you with a mix of relief and lingering concern. He leaned into your touch, savouring the warmth of your palm against his skin. "Good. Because I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."


The rest of the walk home was different. Kuran stayed close, his hand never leaving yours, his gaze constantly flickering back to you as if to reassure himself that you were still there. You found it endearing; Kuran's quiet protectiveness was something you had always loved about him, and now it was on full display.


Once you reached your apartment, Kuran didn't immediately leave like he sometimes would. Instead, he followed you inside, his presence lingering in every room. He sat beside you on the couch, his arm draped protectively over your shoulders, keeping you close as you watched TV. Even when you were just scrolling through channels, he seemed to be more attentive than usual, occasionally brushing his thumb against your arm as if to remind you that he was there.


You couldn't help but laugh softly. "You're being really clingy today."


Kuran gave you a sideways glance. "So what if I am? You're not complaining, are you?"


You shook your head, leaning into him. "No, I kind of like it."


Kuran's expression softened, and for the rest of the day, he made sure to show you just how much you meant to him. He cooked your favourite meal, made sure you were comfortable, and even put on a cheesy rom-com that he would normally never watch—anything to make you smile. And when the movie ended, and you were lying together in bed, Kuran held you close, refusing to let even an inch of space come between you.


As you drifted off to sleep, you felt his lips press gently against your forehead, and you knew, without a doubt, that Kuran's love for you was boundless. Fear, to him, wasn't about monsters or horror movies; it was about the thought of losing the person who mattered most. And as long as he could help it, he would never let that happen.

The night was peaceful, filled with the quiet comfort of knowing that no matter how scary the world could be, you would always have each other. And for Kuran, that was all that mattered.

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A/N: Kuran is so cool, I wanna see him smile! Hope you enjoyed this weeks chapter <3



Inspiration: Chapter 8 & 7