minsung/skz one shots

deadly.

I see hell in your eyes
You're the killer that I wanted to destroy me
With a kiss so deadly 

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Jisung’s superpower could kill people. He’s done it before. Touched people before, and watched them die on their knees, begging for mercy. The thing was - Jisung couldn’t give them mercy, even if he wanted to. It was his destiny to kill everything and everyone who touched his deadly skin. He had always worn gloves and never let anyone get close. His favorite time to run errands and go out was at night - when the least amount of people were out on the streets. He felt lonely and more than once he considered inviting someone over, even if that meant he had another body to throw into the ocean at night. He hated it, he hated all of it. No one ever understood what he was going through. Everyone had great powers like controlling water or teleporting, and he asked himself why he had to be the one who ended up with a stupid power like poisonous skin. He even had his fair share of anonymous online meetings with people who had a similar power, and yet, none of them knew what it was like to kill people with a soft touch. He wasn’t born with it, but his parents noticed something wasn’t right when he was five and explaining to a child that he couldn’t hug his parents anymore or play with other kids was hard, he could imagine. Jisung never asked how many people he accidentally sent six feet deep when he was a child, he didn’t know better and he was certain that his parents wouldn’t have told him anyway.

His daily routine consisted of doing his job on the computer, assisting people from far away, playing video games, eating and sleeping - and it was getting boring. He wanted to go out and dance in clubs like most people his age, and he wanted to find his soulmate. But he didn’t want to accidentally kill his date the first time they met. And he made friends with the fact that he would never find anyone to hold him without killing them. It made his heart feel heavy and he, more often than not, simply gave up on the thought of loving someone and being loved.

He was walking through the grocery store, trying to find the ingredients for his favorite dish. There were only three other customers and he felt confident enough to not cause a scene or accidentally murder someone in public. His eyes were wandering over the vegetables, getting disappointed at the fact that they didn’t have the things he needed. He turned around, wanting to go to the next section of the store, when he bumped into another person. “Fuck”, he cursed and panic spread within his chest immediately. He was breathing heavily and tried to remember if he touched the other person with his bare skin.

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Minho looked at the small person in front of him and blinked dumbfounded. He expected him to drop to the floor immediately. “You’re not dead”, he heard the other one say at the second as he thought those exact same words. The person in front of him was not dead - how? He had gotten so used to having people die because of him. “Why are you alive?”, he asked harshly, suspicious of the guy in front of him. The other one was breathing fast and he was staring at Minho in shock. “Why are you?”, he heard him choke out and watched him swallow hard. “I thought, I-”, he stuttered and Minho watched him take a step back, getting enough distance between them. “You also kill people by accident?”, Minho asked and the other one nodded. It sounded funny - imagine accidentally killing people. It was ridiculous. But for him it was anything but fun. “What’s your name?”, he asked and tilted his head. If he had a second name, it would have been “curiosity” - because he had always meddled in things that weren’t his business. And that supposedly deadly but innocently looking guy in front of him tickled his curiosity more than he probably should.

“Jisung. Han Jisung”, he replied and Minho nodded. “Minho”, he introduced himself and forced a smile. “Wanna have some coffee?” Jisung nodded and Minho started thinking that killing people wasn’t the only wondersome thing about him - he was questioning whether he also had a disability, like a form of mutism. They walked to the coffee machine, still keeping the distance between them. “So”, Minho started and grabbed a disposable cup to fill some coffee in it. “Let me guess, your power is poisonous touch?”, he asked and put some sugar in his steaming hot coffee. “It is”, Jisung mumbled abashedly. No mutism. “What about you?”, he asked back and Minho shrugged. “I don’t know”, Minho answered and took a sip. He wasn’t lying. There had never been a power like his before. All he knew was that sometimes he touched people and they died since he was seven. And sometimes he got so angry at someone, imagined that person dropping to the ground, not being able to escape a painful death - and they did. Some of his friends had joked about it, calling his power the reaper disease. And maybe they were right, because he stopped counting the amount of people that died because of him.