(Tw: some homophobia, some violence, but there's a positive ending. Mentions of a certain holiday (it's set in June tho), discrimination and climate change n stuff. it's all got a reason, tho).
The past, the present, the future
The times when you forget life's structure
Giving other people gifts just to seem angelic
Human nature is based on the ability to fool the cynicBut we can tell you that we see past your lies
The stories you tell to show a disguise
Maybe you wanted to be perfect too quickly
Or maybe you're categorising people too strictlychristmas isn't the only holiday
don't only tell me that you love me today
prove it. prove it every day of the fucking week
because your excuse is getting weak.He's not a bad guy. He repeats it every single time he sees the kid sitting in the street, looking up at him with pitiful eyes, as he walks by without a word to anyone. He's not a bad guy. He repeats it after every time he tells his friends that he's tired of people coming into his precious homeland, because they're only here to take what was originally his. He's not a bad guy. He repeats it every time he refuses to hang out with his best friend, who came out as gay last year. He's just trying to stick to his values.
"We need to talk to him, boss."
"It's been centuries since we did anything useful. It's about time we stepped up to our job again. Too many people have forgotten how to love."
"They're right, you know. It's been a while since I scared the shit out of someone.""Maybe you are right. Go. Disturb his rest tonight, and remind him of what his generation is forgetting. He's not too old to learn something new."
They find him a few hours later, as he arrives home from his work. He's an office clerk, nothing too extreme. His friends know about his interests, his tendency to watch the stock market and make more money than they need. But they never try to stop him, too busy wondering when they'll be able to pick his pocket to worry about his lack of care for the rest of the world.
And so the team sets up the scenario, preparing themselves for a long night, one that they haven't been able to get involved in ever since that one author got in contact with their last client (or victim, whatever you want to call it) and spread the word. The boss was furious, thinking that they planned to reveal their roles to the human world.
They didn't. They were just unlucky, that time around, that the old geezer thought he wasn't dreaming during the experience. It was just too realistic, even if it worked.
They split into pairs once they are in positions, and the plan begins to unfold.
The man (let's call him Henry, because British inside jokes) tucks himself into bed, completely oblivious to the fact that there are six people in there trying to figure out how best to teach him to not be an asshole.
"No, I swear, it worked best through doing it in chronological order."
"Yeah, and it made too much sense! I reckon we change it up!"
"Surely the point of it is to make sense?"
"Shut up, he's gonna hear us!"Henry sits up in bed, maybe an hour later, when a tiny light begins to emanate from under the mattress, which is quite odd. He didn't turn on the heat blanket, but there's clearly something left switched on somewhere. Maybe he just left his phone somewhere with the torch on. It's happened before.
More times than he cares to admit.
"Henry, wake up."
"Who the fuck? Dude, I'm already awake. Who turned the damn lights on?" Henry complains groggily. "I've got work in the morning. If you're a thief, then be warned. I have a black belt in karate."
"No you don't," the strange voice says peevishly, sounding different for some reason, and Henry shifts slightly, scowling a little.
"Um, yes I do, bitch."
"Um, no you don't, bitch."
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Taekook Oneshots
FanfictionA selection of concepts that I thought of in order to avoid writing endless books. Enjoy! (REQUESTS CLOSED) Cover made by @ThaFantasticFoursome