R [Fluff(?)]
Warnings: blood, gore, murder
In which Taemin and Aimee are the Pair of Hearts.
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Taemin whistles nonchalantly as he pulls his knife through the back of the girl's thigh, shivering at her tiny whimper. He runs the knife through the same areas two more times, drawing more blood and cutting deeper. Her whimpers grow more distressed more time.
He hears the girl's older brother yell out loudly, even though his gag muffles his screams. Then Taemin hears a low, desperate whine. Aimee always hated loud noises.
Taemin cuts love hearts into the girl's back. Despite what his mother said, it's fun to play with your food. Absent-mindedly, he draws his tongue over the flat parts of his knife, relishing the metallic taste.
Taemin runs his blade through the length of the girl's left arm and then walks over to Aimee. She's cutting designs into the man's back, diamonds, hearts, stars, and rainbows. Something light to the darkness of the situation.
"Do you want to switch yet?" Taemin asks, leaning close to her.
"No," Aimee hums. "Not yet."
"Okay." Taemin presses a kiss to her neck and returns to his waiting, shaking victim.
He starts attacking her, letting her blood splatter on his clothes and skin and letting her blood run through his fingers. He enjoys her desperate, pained screams and the terrified look on her face. He stops, and she stares at him, her eyes wide.
Taemin smiles. It's a sadistic smile, nothing like the innocent boy that he looks like. It's twisted.
He leans closer to the girl. "You're really pretty," he hums quietly in her ear. And then he returns to his attack, satisfied knowing that the last face that this girl will ever see is his.
Taemin stops when he can't hear her broken screams or her panting anymore. He licks the blood on his fingers and stares down at his masterpiece.
Aimee walks over to her backpack, her eyes merry, humming an Elvis Presley song. She doesn't have even a drop of blood on her. Taemin glances back at her victim, blood streaming from his neck, and then back at her, amazed at how clean she is after murdering someone. And here Taemin is, blood disfiguring his clothing and his skin, blood still dripping from his hands and fingers.
Aimee walks over to him, a rag and water bottle in her hands. She starts wiping the blood off of Taemin's skin gently.
"Thanks," Taemin says.
"No problem," Aimee says. She hands him a pile of neatly folded clothes. "Change. Your clothes are hideous."
As he strips and changes, he keeps an eye on his lover, who's reapplying makeup in the corner. Taemin admires her, how she's always prepared, how she walks out of these murders unscathed. His mentor and his lover.
"Ready?" Aimee walks over to him, her backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Yeah." Taemin smiles and takes a hold of her hand.
To the rest of the world, they seem like lovesick teenagers. But it's much more than that. They're a team. The Pair of Hearts.
