"There is a series of ongoing reports about people getting murdered in several parts in Seoul. According to the police, there are nine victims that are killed by this unknown murderer. It was said that the said victims were mercilessly stabbed in different parts of the body like the eyes—"
Mijoo groaned as she changed the channel to Netflix. "Ugh, disgusting. That murderer is disgusting and inhuman," she mumbled to herself.
When she found an interesting movie, she grabbed her bag of chips, toss the remote on the chair near the couch and resumed her Friday night-in. She cursed herself when she realized that she chose a thriller movie. She was so comfortable in her position in the sofa that she just decided to continue watching the movie even though she's scared.
As the movie continues, Mijoo became more anxious. She was alone in her apartment and she was watching a thriller movie. On Friday the 13th.
She quickly pushed herself up and was about to grab the remote when a noise echoed through her apartment. She stilled, her hand still extended towards the remote. Quickly grabbing the remote, she changed the movie to a romance one. Mijoo tried to ignore the noise that came from her bedroom and focused her attention to the movie.
She was getting comfortable and the noise didn't come back when a soft bang came from the kitchen. Mijoo froze. This was getting more creepy.
She sat there in fear as she contemplated whether or not to check the kitchen. She wanted to, but she didn't want to be like those cliché protagonists from literally all horror movies.
"Clueless...nice choice," a voice spoke a few meters behind her. A man.
Mijoo didn't dare to move. The hair on her nape stood up and sweat started to form on her forehead.
"Why are you sitting there like a cold dead person?" he asked, chuckling.
Mijoo felt her body shook in fear when she heard the word 'dead'. Tears were ready to fall down on her cheeks.
"W-Who are y-you?" she stammered out, still not turning her head at him.
The man let out a laugh—it was not a creepy laugh and that bothered Mijoo. He walked forward, a mere few feet behind the couch where she was currently sitting at.
"I have to kill you for you to know who I am," he cheerfully replied. She could hear his smile on his tone—she didn't know if it was a cheerful one or a creepy one, hell, she didn't wanna know.
She swallowed the growing lump on her throat. She uneasily rubbed her sweaty palms on the couch, still resisting to look at him.
Seeing that, the man smirked. "You know, I'm starting to think you're being disrespectful. Not facing the one who is talking to you? Mad disrespect."
Mijoo ignored his statement as she tried to think about certain ways to escape him without getting killed. She didn't want to die before exposing the man who was responsible of killing innocent people in Seoul—if he really was the murderer.
"Quiet? That's a first," he muttered, "I can't believe you're now quiet when a few minutes ago you were squealing like a child."
She heard his footsteps coming closer. "I...w-was not," she managed to mumble.
"Oh, you were and you were also laughing so damn loud," he replied with a chuckle, "it was endearing, actually. Your smile is amazing."
Instead of feeling flattered, Mijoo was scared. How did he see her smile?
She managed to get control of herself and asked, "Were you...watching me?"
Footsteps stopped beside her as well as her heart. Her stomach dropped. Fear filled within her. Tears stung her eyes.
She suddenly felt his breath on her cheeks. "Yes, darling," he lowly whispered in her ear.
Air was knocked out of her body. She froze in fear. She slowly turned her head and see him.
Smiling.
A knife was held on his right hand.
Still grinning, he said, "I'll let you get a head start."
Mijoo never thought she would ran so fast in her whole life. She quickly pushed him out of her way and went to the door, but it would budge.
"If I were you, I wouldn't try the door," he said from the living room.
Panicking, Mijoo ran towards the kitchen and grabbed a seemingly sharp knife and quickly ran to the guest bedroom where a window was—
"I wouldn't also go to the guest room if I were you," he smugly said while sitting on the bed, his smile never faltering.
Mijoo gasped and was about to run again when he grabbed her wrist and pinned her beside the door frame. He slyly stole her knife from her back pocket.
"Now that I finally have you, I think it's time for me to shine."
She sobbed as she heard him and begged, "Please, don't. I will do anything but please don't kill me."
The man grinned widely. "Darling, the only thing you can and will do is to let me kill you."
Mijoo sobbed harder and screamed for help, but she knew no one would hear her.
"Don't worry, I'll make you more beautiful with that wide smile of yours," he creepily said, his grin widening even more as he brought up his sharp knife.
"And, it's Hoseok, by the way."
Mijoo screamed even more as the knife neared her face.
"Now smile, darling."
a/n: I LET IT RAIN I CLEAR IT OUT! I'M SO PROUD OF MY BOY HOSEOK OMGGG STREAM CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP GUYS
p.s hope yall like it ahahahha this is kinda my first time writing a creepy thriller story so let me hear your thoughts about this! love yall xx
p.s.s should i make another creepy one-shots like this? i have some ideas (keimin 👀)
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