Blood, Sweat & Tears (cheolshua)

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WARNING: before you continue reading this i must warn you this one shot has cutting (not the suicidal one), i think its a fetish(?)/kink(?) so be warned. 

LINK:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8460652?view_full_work=true

Summary:

You would do anything for the rest of the world to know how much you love your special other, right?

To the point where you just have to carve your name onto their skin.

(In other words: Joshua is possessive and psychopathic (read: a yandere))

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One slash, one scream. Another slash, another scream.


"Plea- I-I can-" his incomprehensible words were cut off by his own scream, as the knife once again opened his skin.


"Come on baby, we're barely even halfway" He cooed at him smiling. Smiling at him like how a mother smiled down at her own child. Like how he used to smile at his puppy when he was still a child.


Like how he smiled at him before.


Before, before all of this happened.


Before, when everything was so much better.


Before, when they were the happy couple everyone deemed them to be.


But now, here they were. Seungcheol was tied up to a chair. Joshua, him, he who is carving down his name on his boyfriend's skin. Like it was a completely normal thing to do.


Who wouldn't anyway, right? When you saw your special other, your boyfriend- the love of your life, your morning star- who you've planned your future with, being with someone else.


When you see them hugging, and smiling at each other. As if they were the only ones left in the world.


Who wouldn't do this, right?


Of course it was the right thing to do. Seungcheol was Joshua's, no one else's.


He finishes up the J and moves below it to cut a small line down and another one under it.


Jo


Joshua smiled down at his masterpiece , then looked back up at Seungcheol. His Seungcheol. He pushes back his wet hair and proceeds to caress Seungcheol's cheek, smearing thick red blood all over his pale white skin.


A pair of tear--filled eyes look back at him. The same eyes that were on someone else.


And something inside Joshua snapped.


Jeon Wonwoo

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