Soul Breaker {Kaisoo § Chanbaek}

Chapter 1

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Hellowwwww everyone!

This is a little Kaisoo fic inspired by Kai's memorable throne dance and D.O's drama "I Remember You" (which I haven't checked out yet, but still felt very inspired by the visuals).

I just wanted to have fun with this and kind of went with the flow.

Warnings:

-Chen is now happily married and I'm super super happy for him. However, when I wrote this story, he wasn't. So the ship Chen x Minseok was still a thing. I hope it doesn't bother anyone. Doesn't mean our baby boy isn't completely happy at home with his wife and kid ;)
-If you're religious, I suggest you avoid this fic. My heretic ass has been a little disrespectful and I don't want to offend anyone.
-There's also the small matter of me not being a native english speaker (which you probably have noticed by now)

Anyway, apart from that we're all fine.

If you have Deezer, there will be a playlist under my user and fic name. Feel free to listen while reading ;)

I'm shutting up now and leaving you to enjoy whatever this is <3

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PART 1

Darkness

"Prisoner 104205"

There's the fucking door sound. That annoying shit. Why do they feel so obliged to make it ring every fucking time they open a door? Isn't it enough the metal clinks through the empty corridors and rattles against the concrete floor? Do they also have to let the entire state know they're transferring a prisoner from one shithole to another?

The guard pushes Kyungsoo inside the special room, the one where the state-appointed lawyer usually makes a beautiful speech about how he's going to get him out, free of this place, free of these charges, free of the death penalty.

It's a load of bullshit.

Kyungsoo has no way out. He killed seven people. You can't get away from that.

He lets the fucker push him on the metal chair and tie his hands to the table with a smirk. Kyungsoo feels like spitting in his face but he's been to the hole too many times and he wouldn't actually mind eating something else than stale bread for once.

There's the fucking sound again and the guard is out, leaving Kyungsoo to stare at yet another wall. This one is significantly less interesting than the one in his cell where dumb shits have carved out penises and the numbers of days they have left in this place.

You usually don't have long. If you're here, that's because you're humanity's scum, the worst of the worst.

He's interrupted in his wall contemplation by the sound. Again. Kyungsoo winces, closing his fists and letting his nails bite his skin to drown out the sudden wave of annoyance. Whoever is coming, he's going to send them back to their little insignificant life, so he can get on with the short one he himself still has left.

Not for long, though. Not for long.

There aren't any footsteps, any sound of breathing, anything, and when the form enters Kyungsoo's field of vision, he's a little surprised.

He takes a second look and he's more than a little surprised.

He expected the suburban dad with missing hair, a round belly and a worn-out leather bag he's never been able to replace because his pathetic ability to practice law hasn't been able to save his already miserable track record. Another one of those men whose parents deemed lawyer or doctor an acceptable job and shoved the position down their child's throat. Another usual state fat man.