A/N: I really don't know where this came from. I saw a quote and this came to mind. Pairings: Kuudere! Xu Minghao (THE8, but who even calls him that?) x Bodere! Fem! Reader Summary: these two teens could argue until the ends of time, but the darkness they both share brings them closer. Warnings: kuudere au! bodere au! angst, swearing, dark themes, implied sexual tension (brief & just a smidge), weapons (glass shard) Words: 554 (damn, sorry it's short)
kuudere = emotionless, cold, and distant. on the rare occasional that a kuudere does speak, they tend to be very blunt and cynical. a blank face and a flat voice is a must. despite their icy nature, kuudere characters are capable of caring and forming romantic bonds.
bodere = a relatively new type of character. the bodere combines the violent nature of the tsundere with the shyness of the dandere. bodere characters are usually shy around the opposite sex and lash out to hide their embarrassment.
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"I'd bleed just to drown you." The cold almost always quiet boy mumbled from where he sat on the floor across the freezing room.
You scoffed, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at the sudden embarrassment you felt when he spoke or trained his dark eyes on you.
Despite his rude comment, you couldn't help but feel your core burning like a fiery pit of lava. His words, although threatening and icy, still made you feel warm, hot and bothered. Scoffing and waving him off, you turned your head to look away from the teen.
"I'm glad we feel the same!" You loudly hissed, hoping he couldn't see past your anger and detect the embarrassment you were trying to keep hidden. "I'd cut your flesh with my bare hand."
He didn't respond to your dark comment and he didn't make a move to either, from what you could see out of the corner of your left eye. Though Minghao didn't want to respond, he was intent on keeping his eyes trained on you. Watching you like how a hunter stalked and watched his prey before killing it.
"Stop staring at me." You whispered darkly.
The boy didn't answer nor did he stop toying with you using only his eyes, something you'd warned him about previously, actually around an hour ago to be honest. His eyes liked to wander and he didn't have a problem with that at all.
You were embarrassed and never liked the feeling of eyes burning into your soul. It always irked you and made you feel sick to your stomach. He either knew it bothered you and got off on annoying you or he didn't know despite your previous comments telling him to look at something else or in the completely other direction. The sick lovable bastard knew, he had to of. He was smart for a guy like him, someone people deemed crazy just like you.
No matter your feelings for him, you didn't like the feeling of embarrassment. Not the way your heart sped up uncontrollably or the way your cheeks flushed pink almost a deep crimson color like splattered blood.
Before you knew it you had lunged form your seating position on the floor, the shard of glass you had tucked into your sleeve slipping into your hand with a little nudge of your wrist. His face was inches from yours after your lunged, the sharpest end of the clear glass held up to his throat, grazing across the soft pale skin but not enough that you'd make him bleed out or cut him. "I told you to stop staring." You menacingly whispered, eyes darkening when Minghao shrugged after hearing what came out of your sassy mouth.
"You should do it. You irritate me when your stupid ass gets embarrassed," your eyes fumed. "Honestly, the sight of it annoys me. You're weak." He said.
Your head lowered and the grip on the glass loosened until it fell somewhere in his lap. "I hate that I have to love a sick bastard like you."
"And I hate that I love a psychopathic bitch like you."
"I'm not a psychopath. I'm just not sane." You scoffed, pushing yourself away from the boy to stare at him with lidded eyes.
