At 24 years old, EUN Ki-Nam carries the weight of eight lost years. Found wandering disoriented and unresponsive 2 and a half years ago, a ghost of the vibrant teenager he once was, he's begun the arduous journey of piecing his life back together. After a year of therapy he's back into a semblance of normalcy. Struggling with the financial and emotional burden of independent living, Ki-Nam decides to take a significant, albeit anxiety-inducing, step: he posts an advertisement for a roommate and Kim Ji-Hwan appears at his door.
From their first meeting, there's an unsettling quality about Ji-Hwan - a gaze that lingers too long, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and an air of knowing that seems disproportionate to their brief acquaintance. Despite Ki-Nam's instinctive reservations, he agrees to let Ji-Hwan move in.
The question gnaws at Ki-Nam: Is Ji-Hwan merely a peculiar roomate, a well-meaning but socially awkward individual? Or is there a darker, more sinister reason he sought out Ki-Nam, an unspoken connection to the missing eight years that continue to haunt him? Has Ki-Nam, in his desperate search for normalcy, invited a lifeline into his home, or a predator who holds the key to the very past he desperately tries to forget?
Stay with us - Straykids OT8 Fanfiction - Shapeshifter AU
29 parts Ongoing
29 parts
Ongoing
-Shapeshifter Au-
Rain was hitting the windows of every nearby building and prompting the pedestrians to keep their heads under their umbrellas, hurrying home and not even looking at the storefront of your café.
Why had your boss even scheduled you for a shift tonight?
With weather like this, anyone craving hot chocolate would rather drink it at their own place. Sitting behind the counter and sulking, you decided to make a cup of coffee for yourself, no customer would come tonight anyway.
Little did you know, but the kind of "shift" that was coming had nothing to do with work.
You cleaned the counter and tables, packed your bag, and used your own key to lock up the café.
Your body froze when you heard what sounded like whimpers in the alley next to the café. The streetlights cast long shadows, making it impossible for you to see clearly when you stepped forward.
You let out a shriek as your phone slipped from your hand and hit the ground.
A man was crouched down, his back facing you, but a dim light let you catch a glimpse of the blood soaking his back and shoulders.
He turned around and you recognized him right away.
His eyes. His hair. His freckles.
Felix was standing right in front of you.