Madness and Desire || Soonhoon

Four

The sterile white walls of the asylum stood still, indifferent to the growing tension between its two inhabitants. It had been weeks since the kiss. Weeks since that momentary lapse in judgment — if one could call it that. Yet, Kwon Soonyoung had returned the next day, and the day after that, his professional mask firmly back in place as if nothing had ever happened.

Today was no different.

Soonyoung sat in the same chair, pen in hand, as he looked over his notes. His face was neutral, the perfect facade of a psychiatrist doing his job. Woozi, perched delicately on the bed, swung his legs idly, his usual mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips. He had been playing along for weeks, letting Soonyoung think he was back in control. But they both knew the truth. They both knew that Woozi had already won.

"So," Soonyoung began, clearing his throat. "How have you been feeling lately?"

"Feeling?" Woozi echoed with a soft laugh. "Oh, Doctor, you know I don’t do feelings. Not like you do, anyway." He tilted his head, watching Soonyoung closely, as if waiting for the cracks to show.

Soonyoung scribbled something on his notepad, trying to ignore the way Woozi’s words always seemed to strike deeper than they should. He had managed to keep his professional distance, keep things strictly clinical, but today something felt different. There was a tension in the air, a weight that neither of them could ignore.

Woozi sighed dramatically, reclining on the bed and folding his hands behind his head. "Come on, Doctor. You’re still pretending, but we both know you’re thinking about it. About me." His voice was soft, teasing, but there was an edge to it — a challenge.

Soonyoung’s hand paused mid-note, his grip on the pen tightening. He kept his eyes down, refusing to meet Woozi’s gaze. "We’re here to discuss you, Woozi," he said quietly, but his voice lacked the usual conviction.

Woozi smiled, sensing the shift. "Oh, I see how it is. Still playing the role of the good little doctor, are we?" He sat up on the bed, his eyes locking onto Soonyoung’s with that same predatory gleam. "You’re obsessed with me, Soonyoung. You think I haven’t noticed? The way your heart races when I smile, the way your eyes linger a little too long on my face."

Soonyoung’s breath hitched. He could feel his carefully constructed walls beginning to crumble, the weight of Woozi’s presence pressing down on him.

"You’re wrong," Soonyoung whispered, but the words rang hollow.

"Am I?" Woozi asked, his voice low, seductive. "Then why do you keep coming back? Why are you still here, sitting across from me, pretending that you’re not completely enthralled by every twisted thing I say?" Woozi stood up from the bed and took a step closer to Soonyoung, his movements slow and deliberate.

Soonyoung’s pulse quickened, his mind screaming at him to regain control, but his body refused to move. He was trapped in Woozi’s orbit, helpless against the pull of the criminal mastermind before him.

"What do you want?" Soonyoung’s voice cracked, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His hands trembled slightly as he lowered the notepad, finally meeting Woozi’s gaze. The question had been building for weeks, clawing at the edges of his mind, and now it had finally escaped.

Woozi’s eyes glittered with amusement, his smile widening into something far more dangerous. "What do I want?" he repeated, as if testing the weight of the words. He leaned forward, his face just inches from Soonyoung’s. "Are you sure you can give it to me?"

Soonyoung swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from Woozi’s body, the proximity making it impossible to think clearly. "Yes," he whispered, barely able to get the word out.

Woozi smiled again, this time softer, more calculating. "Be careful, Doctor," he purred, moving even closer until he was perched on Soonyoung’s lap, his legs draped on either side of Soonyoung’s thighs. His hands rested gently on Soonyoung’s shoulders, fingers tracing delicate patterns against the fabric of his shirt. "You might not like what I ask for."

Soonyoung’s breath came in shallow gasps, his body frozen as Woozi leaned in, his lips just brushing the shell of Soonyoung’s ear. "You see, what I want, Doctor… it’s not something you can just write down in your little notebook."

Soonyoung’s mind raced, every part of him screaming to stop this, to regain control, but he couldn’t. Woozi’s touch, his voice, everything about him was intoxicating, and Soonyoung had already fallen too deep.

"Tell me," Soonyoung whispered, his voice strained with desperation.

Woozi chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down Soonyoung’s spine. "What I want," he began, his voice low and filled with dangerous intent, "is a machine gun."

For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of Woozi’s words hanging heavy between them. Soonyoung blinked, his mind struggling to process what Woozi had just said.

"A… a machine gun?" he stammered, his heart still pounding.

Woozi pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yes, Doctor. That’s what I want. Can you give it to me?" His tone was playful, but there was no mistaking the seriousness in his request.

Soonyoung stared at him, his breath hitching as he tried to comprehend the absurdity of it all. Here they were, locked in a moment of intimacy, only for Woozi to demand something as insane as a weapon of mass destruction.

But the worst part? Soonyoung wasn’t shocked by the request. He wasn’t repelled by it. Instead, he found himself considering it.

Woozi’s smile widened as he saw the conflict in Soonyoung’s eyes. "See? You’re more like me than you want to admit," he whispered, his fingers tracing a line down Soonyoung’s cheek. "You like this, don’t you? The danger, the thrill. You’re not the perfect little doctor you pretend to be."

Soonyoung’s hands, which had been resting on the arms of the chair, slowly moved up to Woozi’s waist, his grip tightening as he pulled the smaller man closer. Woozi’s breath hitched, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"You’re insane," Soonyoung murmured, his voice barely audible as he pressed his forehead against Woozi’s, their lips almost touching again.

"And so are you," Woozi replied softly, his smile never fading.

In that moment, Soonyoung knew there was no going back. Woozi had already shattered his mask, exposed the darkness he had tried so hard to bury. And now, sitting here with Woozi in his lap, he couldn’t deny the truth any longer.

He was obsessed. Completely and utterly captivated by the criminal genius in front of him.

And it terrified him.

But it also excited him.

"One machine gun, Doctor," Woozi whispered, his lips brushing against Soonyoung’s as he spoke. "That’s all I’m asking for. Can you do that for me?"

Soonyoung’s hands tightened on Woozi’s waist, his body trembling as he fought the internal war raging within him. He knew what Woozi was capable of. He knew the destruction that would follow if he gave in.

But the temptation was too strong.

"I’ll think about it," Soonyoung finally whispered, his voice heavy with guilt and desire.

Woozi’s smile widened into a victorious grin as he pressed his lips to Soonyoung’s in a soft, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed or heated like their first one. This was deliberate, calculated, and Soonyoung could feel the control slipping further away with every second.

When Woozi finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled with satisfaction. "Good," he purred, brushing a thumb over Soonyoung’s lips. "That’s all I needed to hear."

As Woozi slid off Soonyoung’s lap and returned to the bed, the tension in the room lingered, thick and suffocating. Soonyoung remained seated, his mind reeling from what had just transpired.

He had crossed a line. And now, there was no turning back.

Woozi sat on the bed, his legs swinging lazily as he hummed softly to himself, his eyes never leaving Soonyoung’s.

The game had just changed. And this time, Soonyoung wasn’t sure if he could win.

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