There he was. Looking down at Chanyeol with his chin high; the watcher seemed uninterested. The blonde was appreciative for a moment, before taking in his full appearance.
He was definitely shorter than him, with icy white hair, windswept into a perfect position and concealing stripes of his forehead and brow. His skin was pale and contoured, with a defined jaw and full cheeks. His irises were a deep coffee; burning and contorting as he glanced around the room. He had thick monolids, dusted with a burgundy, glittery eyeshadow, and light eyelashes, blinking as a mischievous smirk haunted his features. His lips were full, but not like Jongin's; They were glossy and gradiented from red in the centre. And his clothes? Fully black, he wore high waisted cargo trousers with many pockets. A long matt black belt hung between his legs and laced around his waist. A bulky black shirt was cropped at the waist, yet no skin could be seen due to the high trousers. The material was thick and it had buckles and zips decorating every inch. He looked etherial. A velvety smog mask hung underneath his chin, which he previously used to hide his identity.
The beautiful man looked down at him, glaring into Chanyeol's eyes. The latter felt a shiver rack up his spine as the reality of the situation he was in, started to dawn. If the man was showing him his identity, Chanyeol was definitely not going to live until tomorrow. But he accepted it, somehow.
"Are you just not going to say anything?" The white haired man sneered, rolling his eyes as the snow outside created confetti shadows, slithering down his amber, illuminated cheek.
Chanyeol's eyes flew wide and he opened his mouth to argue. "N-no, it's just... you're so pretty." Oh good job Chan, he'll definitely not be freaked out by that.
Chanyeol froze up in fear as the watcher's expression changed. He seemed taken aback, raising an eyebrow, almost not knowing what to say.
"Um.. thankyou, Park." He said, regaining his regal persona, biting his lip in analysis.
Could have gone worse.
The air was awkward for a moment as both parties contemplated what was happening next. That was until Chanyeol cleared his throat.
"If you don't mind, can I ask you a question?" He asked, fearing a negative response. The shorter looked like he panicked for a second, glancing towards the window again. He sniffed. "Sure."
Chanyeol smiled in relief, patting the end of the bed as an invitation to sit down. At that moment, the blonde could have sworn he saw a smile irk at his ruby lips.
Chanyeol's blind kindness made everyone want to be his friend, you see? Drawn in, but never close enough to see his true nature, he'd attract many people, and most of the time... the wrong people.
He walked over, elegantly, before sitting at the base of the mattress. He looked down in shock as the springs made him bounce, prodding at the fabric; surprised.
Chanyeol watched with wonder, like a tourist would watch a lion; fear and awe amassing together to make his every movement over-analysed by his own mind.
The mysterious man looked up at him with adorable eyes of innocence and glee. He smiled at him before inhaling, indicating to the watcher that he was about to speak.
"Who are you?" Chanyeol asked, a sheepish grimace covering his face as he watched him, nervously shifting his toes against his knees.
The man chuffed, looking back down towards his fingers, that were dancing along the seams of the bed. Sleet rapped against the window pane. "As for my current identity, you can probably guess. I've been on the news and such." He whispered, the childlike innocence dropping into a serious, straight look.
"I'm the killer. The monster, the devil, the rapture, the just God, bringer of the apocalypse... however you people keep putting it." He mused.
Chanyeol nodded. His suspicions were correct. In reality, if he wasn't the killer, Chanyeol would have been much more surprised. He knew that the killer had to have done some inference into his victims, as the accusations slathered on their doorstops were frighteningly accurate. He couldn't help but to agree with some of the murders; there were some really horrible people in this world.
"I don't think you're that bad." The latter murmured, accidentally saying what was on the top of his mind, his eyes flying wide. But the watcher heard it, loud and clear, looking down into his lap with a repressed smile.
Moving on, Chanyeol caught his gaze, "I want to know who you are." The blonde emphasised.
He laughed lightly, the sound, ringing in Chanyeol's ears like wedding bells.
"You know who I am." He said.
The way he said it left the blonde in a state of confusion. If they had met before, it must have been a long time ago...
The watcher stood up to leave. Panicking, Chanyeol leaned forward and clasped his long fingers around his thin wrist.
The man seized up. Turning his head back, slowly, the watcher's expression was unreadable, masked and frightening.
Breathing calmly, the blonde started to gently pull the man back down to the bed. He got the message and sat down on his own terms, shaking his head with a smile as Chanyeol's hand slithered back to his lap.
I know I said one question... but I've waited so long, I just can't let you leave so soon." Chanyeol said, looking into his lap and avoiding the watcher's burgundy-haloed eyes.
He listened to the latter's breathing; kind and fluid like a ballerina, before he started to speak.
"I have all night. Ask away." Humming, the watcher tilted his head to try to catch Chanyeol's gaze, who was grinning to himself. He smirked, leaning forward and resting his sharp chin on his smooth palm.
The blonde interested him.
"Why do you kill? No one, not even the specialists, can figure it out... is it revenge? Hatred? Worship?" Chanyeol asked, looking up from his lap for a brief moment to list the endless possibilities, searching deep into the watcher's framed, chocolate orbs.
The watcher just laughed, his marble face bending into a playful smirk, a pale blush pollinating his high cheeks. "For that, you'll need my life story." He oozed, his voice dropping slightly lower.
Chanyeol smiled, laughing, bringing up what the watcher had said, only moments prior;
"You said you had all night."
Who would have guessed that Chanyeol would be laughing with the fucking serial killer, who's murders were spreading fear like a pandemic, enticing despair into every core. It was surreal.
The killer leant back on the bed, rustling as his clothed back lay flushed against the material. He hummed under his breath. "I have no clue to why you want to know this, and I can't trust you just yet, so I'll be fairly vague...".
Brushing an icy lock behind his ear, he looked up at a suspenseful Chanyeol, who was leaning, close, down, hanging onto his every word.
He sighed. "well, I guess I'd better start from the beginning..."
An// I wOnDeR wHo iT cOuLd bE?,,
he's not as scary as I want him, so that'll come later -🔪
