SPECIAL - CORPSEKKUNO Oneshots

ꌗꀤꁅꃅ꓄ ꌗꍟꍟꀤꈤꁅ PT. 1

Corpse exits his apartment with Sykkuno in tow, whose busy fixing his mask over the bridge of his nose. His eyes crinkle when Corpse glances at him with his own smile, and takes the Artists hand.

"You ready?" Sykkuno asks out of nowhere, while he checks his phone for a split second to see if Rae was getting his messages. Corpse snorts and pulls the artist close. It was an attempt to get the artist's attention— Sykkuno didn't even notice and kept squinting his eyes at the screen. Corpse groaned out loud and yoinked the phone out of his hands to capture them in his own.

"Yes, I'm ready Sy. are you?" Corpse snickers when he sees the Artist pout and distantly forget the phone existed after his friend tucks it away, and stands there staring at him with those perfect brown eyes. "Y-yes," sykkuno felt alert now, completely.. unaware of the blush painting his face a nice shade of red. He might as well be a fruit.

Corpse chooses to ignore the blush, thinking it was just wistful thinking and looks away to guide both, him and Sykkuno down the stairs leading to the lobby. He peaks out the stairwell, but Sykkuno taps his shoulder before he brushed him aside.

The artist steps out first and looks around for any employees or neighbors but it looks like there's no one waiting this early in the morning, and the lobby assistant is busy tapping away at the computer. It's just Dave typing away head bopping to the music coming from the set of earbuds plugged in his head. Sykkuno snickers behind a closed fist and ushers the famous musician down the steps after he gets his sunglasses on and beanie.

"It's only Dave today," Sykkuno eases the musician with a light pat on his shoulder and they both walk out side by side. Shoulders are pressing and the back of their arms grazing between strides. "Seems so.." Corpse fixes the ball cap on Sykkunos head and smiles when the artist pouts, and fixes his shark mask. Corpse snorts and stuffs his hands in his pocket.

"You know you don't have too.. do this," Sykkuno says after long minutes of silence shared between him and Corpse. They now sat in Corpses car, with total privacy thanks to the dark, tinted windows. "No.. I have to. I want to do this with you." Sykkuno smiles when Corpse goes to grab his hand and he barely registers the soft press of lips on his jaw. Sykkuno seals his lips, prepared to feel the warmth on his face, and follows corpse with his eyes as he pulls back.

"Sorry, forget that happened— I, I don't know." Corpse really doesn't know what he just did or why. Why?? Corpse side glances at the streamer now facing the windshield with his fingers flossing over his jaw and chin. Corpse looks away when he notices the look of awe on Sykkunos face. "Sy—," Corpse whips around and he's now face to face with Sykkuno.

"I, I, Uh— uhm, um.. hi?" Sykkunos painted nails flicker in his peripheral vision and he thinks nothing of it, except he wonders briefly how he'll react if it slid around his neck. He gulps and he can see the way Sykkunos half lidded eyes follow his Adam's apple. "Cor— Corpse," Sykkuno eyes trail up and their finally on him. His face is probably beat red and morphed into shock— the scars and white tissue lining across his lips and cheeks, nose.. he pulls a look of indifference and reels back.

"I—,"
"Let's go, we're going to be late for the photo shoot."
Sykkuno sits back and that dull sensation takes over him. The artist stays quiet for the rest of the car ride.

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"Thanks," Sykkuno is curt by the way he speaks and bows his head. It leaves corpse sitting in the drivers seat, questioning what did he do wrong to deserve this— oh, that's right, he inevitably screws shit up!

He follows right behind Sykkuno but at a safe distance he's not hovering but still close enough he's conscientious of his presence. Even after what Corpse did, he can't bring himself to leave the Artist alone. I'm a selfish bastard.