They called him Vicious... I called him mine.
Choi Beomgyu was more of a mystery than human; his timid, feeble disposition contradicted the violent rumors that surrounded him. He wasn't a murderer... but they were afraid of him, anyway.
I was fascinated by him and the cautious way he hid his face. His hands trembled when somebody stared too long, and he was wary of speaking.
Secrets burned beneath his skin, and it was my job to expose them all. Bit by bit, I was tasked with tearing him apart until there was nothing left but the truth.
The funny thing about the truth? There are always two versions, and it was Beomgyu's version that made me bleed.
I no longer wanted to wreck him. I wanted to protect him.
They called him Vicious... but it was me they should've been afraid of.
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*Non-profit adaptation
*Short story, fast burn, age gap, dark themes, ddlb elements, violence, abuse, 18+, top!Yeonjun, bottom!Beomgyu
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a/n: 1st person pov. this story contains graphic descriptions of a teen murder as well as parental abuse. viewer's discretion is advised.
please bear in mind that the characters' behavior/actions do not represent the idols irl. everything is fictional.