Madness and Desire || Soonhoon

Epilogue

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the desolate streets as Hoshi — Soonyoung’s alter ego — and Woozi stalked their prey. The night was still, save for the occasional rustling of leaves or the distant sound of sirens, their boots clicking against the pavement in perfect harmony. It was a chase that had become familiar, routine even — one of many they embarked on now.

Woozi, with his small stature and delicate features, seemed the picture of innocence, his pink-and-blue hair shining in the dim light. But Hoshi knew better. He had seen firsthand the monster that lay beneath that angelic face — a monster that mirrored his own darkness. And he loved it. They were a perfect, twisted pair.

Ahead of them, a man — their target — was panting, his face pale as he stumbled down the alley, his eyes wild with fear. He knew what was coming. He owed Woozi money, a debt he thought he could escape. Foolish. No one escaped Woozi. And now, with Hoshi at his side, they were unstoppable.

Hoshi caught up with him first, his hand snapping out to grab the man by the collar and slam him against the cold, hard brick wall of the alley. The man’s eyes widened in terror, his breath hitching as he stared into Hoshi’s dark, predatory gaze.

Woozi approached slowly, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You didn’t think you could run, did you?" he asked, his voice light, almost musical. "Not from us."

The man whimpered, his body trembling as he tried to speak. "P-please, I-I’ll pay it back! I just need more time!"

Woozi tilted his head, feigning innocence. "More time? But I’ve been so patient already." His fingers danced along the man’s chest, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. "You should’ve paid when you had the chance."

The man shook violently, his fear palpable as he realized there would be no escape. Hoshi’s grip tightened, his smile widening. He loved this part — the fear, the power, the control.

"Soonyoung," Woozi purred, his voice laced with sweetness as he turned to face his partner. "Why don’t we make an example of him?" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing Hoshi’s ear as he whispered, "Show him what happens when people cross us."

Hoshi’s eyes gleamed with excitement, and without a second thought, he pulled a knife from his coat, pressing it against the man’s throat. The man’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he began to plead. "No, no! Please!"

But it was too late. With a quick, practiced motion, Hoshi dragged the blade across the man’s neck, watching as blood spilled from the wound, soaking the front of the man’s shirt. The man gurgled, his hands clawing at his throat as he crumpled to the ground.

Woozi watched the scene unfold with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Beautiful," he whispered, stepping over the man’s body to reach Hoshi.

They stood together, covered in the blood of their victim, the warmth of the kill still fresh between them. And then, without warning, Woozi turned to Hoshi, a gleam in his eye.

"I have a question," Woozi said sweetly, his voice dripping with dangerous charm. He stepped closer to Hoshi, his hands resting gently on his partner’s chest. "What would you say if I asked you to stay by my side… forever?"

Hoshi blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone, but his heart raced at the implication. Woozi’s eyes glittered, and Hoshi knew he wasn’t asking out of mere sentimentality. There was something darker beneath the question — something possessive, deranged.

"Forever, huh?" Hoshi echoed, a smirk playing on his lips. "What are you saying, Woozi?"

Woozi’s smile widened, his pink lips parting as he reached into his coat pocket. Slowly, he pulled out a small, glittering object — a ring, sharp and jagged, its edges designed to wound more than wear. It was grotesque, unsettling… and perfect. "I’m asking you to marry me, Soonyoung. You, me, and this twisted, beautiful chaos we’ve created together."

Hoshi’s heart pounded in his chest, not with fear, but with excitement. The prospect of being Woozi’s — truly, completely — made something dark and primal stir inside him. He loved the blood, the carnage, but more than that, he loved Woozi.

His smirk twisted into something far more sinister as he yanked Woozi close, their bodies flush against each other. "You really want this, Woozi? You want to be mine… forever?" Hoshi’s voice was low, predatory.

Woozi’s eyes sparkled with madness. "Yes, Puddin'," he whispered, using the pet name he’d come to favor for Hoshi. His voice was soft, sweet, but his gaze held that same calculating gleam. "I want all of you. Forever."

Hoshi chuckled darkly, grabbing Woozi by the waist and pulling him into his lap as they stood in the alley, their clothes still stained with blood. Woozi didn’t resist — he never did. He liked this game, liked letting Hoshi take control even though they both knew who really held the power.

"Forever, huh?" Hoshi repeated, running his thumb over Woozi’s jaw. "Then let’s make it official." With a swift motion, Hoshi pressed his lips to Woozi’s in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was possessive, hungry — the kind of kiss that left marks, both physical and emotional.

When they finally pulled apart, Woozi’s eyes were half-lidded with satisfaction, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You always know how to make a proposal so… bloody romantic," he teased, his fingers tracing Hoshi’s jaw.

Hoshi smirked, his hands gripping Woozi’s waist as he held him in place. "Well, you said you wanted forever," he murmured. "And forever with me isn’t exactly going to be gentle, now is it?"

Woozi giggled, his voice soft and sweet but laced with something far darker. "Oh, Puddin', I wouldn't have it any other way."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of Hoshi’s mouth. "Just don’t forget," Woozi whispered, his voice dripping with malice, "you might be the one holding me now, but we both know who really calls the shots."

Hoshi chuckled, his grip on Woozi tightening possessively. "We’ll see about that," he growled, his eyes glinting dangerously.

Woozi’s grin widened, a sick, twisted expression that sent chills down Hoshi’s spine. "You better, Puddin'. And while you're at it," Woozi cooed, his lips brushing Hoshi’s ear, "I’m going to need another favor."

Hoshi raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "What now, Woozi?"

Woozi’s smile was sweet, too sweet. "Another machine gun, of course."

Hoshi couldn’t help but laugh, the sound low and dangerous. "Anything for you, my twisted little psychopath."

And there, in that bloodstained alley, surrounded by the carnage they had caused together, they sealed their sick, unholy union with one final kiss.

They were both monsters, bound by love, chaos, and a hunger for destruction.

Forever.

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That was one of a hell ride!
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