seungmin centric one shots

Melody on ice

Trigger warnings
Graphic description of murder and Suicidal act
Blood
Nightmare

Hyunjin sat quietly in the back seat, his breath fogging up the cold window as he watched the world pass by. The trees were tall and bare, their branches heavy with thick layers of snow. Houses dotted the landscape, their roofs covered in white blankets, chimneys puffing out smoke into the crisp air. Everything seemed muted, wrapped in winter's silence.

The car slowed, tires crunching over snow and ice, before finally coming to a stop. Hyunjin’s father turned off the engine, and the only sound left was the distant wind sweeping through the trees. His mother glanced back at him, her face tight with worry, but she said nothing.

The door opened with a creak, and the cold air rushed in, biting at Hyunjin’s cheeks. He stepped out into the snow, his boots sinking in slightly. Before him stood an old man, his back slightly hunched but his eyes sharp. The man’s coat was thick and worn, his breath visible in the chilly air.

“So, this is Hyunjin,” the old man said, his voice gravelly but warm.

“Yes,” Hyunjin’s mother replied, stepping forward. “We hope you’ll take good care of him.”

“Of course,” the old man reassured, nodding slightly. His gaze flickered to Hyunjin before he turned to pick up the luggage from the trunk.

Hyunjin stood there, staring at the village around him. The houses seemed small, old, but sturdy. Snow blanketed everything, turning the world into a quiet, white expanse. He felt a strange sense of distance, as if everything around him were part of a dream.

His mother suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace, her arms warm but trembling. She kissed him softly on the temple, her lips cold against his skin. “We love you,” she whispered. “Always remember that.”

Hyunjin nodded, his face expressionless. He couldn’t bring himself to respond, though his heart clenched in his chest. There was no sadness, no anger, just a hollow numbness.

The old man watched from a distance, holding the luggage, waiting patiently. “Come,” he finally said, turning towards the house. “Follow me.”

Hyunjin took a deep breath, his feet crunching through the snow as he followed the man up the narrow path toward his new home. The house was small, but it looked cozy, smoke curling lazily from the chimney.

Once inside, Hyunjin was shown to his room. It was simple: a bed, a wooden dresser, and a window that looked out onto the snow-covered yard. He placed his bag down and collapsed onto the bed, sinking into the mattress.

Through the window, snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, swirling in the wind before settling on the ground. Hyunjin stared at them, his mind blank, his body heavy with exhaustion. Slowly, his eyelids grew heavier, and with one last glance at the falling snow, he closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.

The boy hung lifelessly in the dim room, a rough rope biting into the skin of his neck. His body swayed gently, the tips of his shoes just barely scraping the floor. His face was ghastly pale, almost blue, the blood from his eyes and mouth trickling down in dark rivulets, staining the collar of his shirt. His eyes, wide and unblinking, were frozen in a terrifying mix of fear and desperation, as if he had seen something far worse than death in his final moments. They stared vacantly ahead, locking onto nothing and everything at once.

The room was cold, silent except for the faint creak of the rope with each slight movement of the body. Shadows clung to the corners, and the air felt suffocating, thick with dread. The sight of the boy, hanging and grotesque, filled the space with an oppressive sense of doom.