KPOP BxB One Shot Collection (Requests Open)

PSYCHO [Seventeen] JunHao (A/M)

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Pairing: Xu Minghao [The8] || Wen Junhui [Jun]

Top: Minghao      Bottom: Jun

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Tags/Warnings: Murder, Death, Depictions of violence, Character Death, Angst, Mentions of Abuse and Sexual Assault,  Reincarnation, Past Life, Soulmates, Memories of a past life, Dark, Anti Hero Minghao and Jun

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A/N~ With this one shot we are officially onto all new one shots and a bit of a new layout for them as well, I'm hoping to get out a new one shot at least once a week from now on but until then I hope you all enjoy this one shot and have a lovely day. 💗

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Jun's POV

I remember it like it was yesterday, the first day I met him while he was standing over an old man's dead body with an eerie grin plastered on his face. I should have run, should have screamed for help but I stood there in shock watching the man who turned to me unblinking, and he should have killed me then and there, but he didn't. I learned that day that the Psycho killer haunting Seoul wasn't as Psycho as he was labeled, no he had reason for his murders, never targeting women or children, only older men who had caused harm politically, rapist, sex traffickers, all of those deserving of cruel deaths. 

He took me under his wing after that day, protecting and caring for me along with others in his small family like crew, when he learned of my fathers deeds, of the abuse and sexual assault I suffered through and the horror stories of my childhood, he took me into his arms and promised me no more harm would come my way. That next day my father had been pronounced dead as his next victim, and maybe I should have been horrified but relief had filled my body instead as I fell into his arms with tearful eyes while he comforted me.  

As time passed feelings bloomed in my chest and I found myself growing more and more in love with the male as time went by until I finally cracked on that fateful spring night while we stood in the forest under the starry sky, tearfully confessing to the male who had simply smiled and pulled me into a tender kiss. Lovers, something I never thought would become of us quickly became something we where teased over by the others who would complain about us being lovestruck teenagers. 

But our love, perhaps that was the cause of our incoming pain. Our happy days short lived as I was taken in by the authorities while out on a simple shopping trip, and tortured for weeks on end, beaten and assaulted, used as bait to lure my lover into their grasp. Much to my horror not but a few days later he came to my aid in spite of the trap that had clearly been set. Pained sobs pulled from my throat as they released me back into the world knowing my freedom only meant that my lover had turned himself in to be tortured far worse than I ever was. 

I returned alone to the home he had built for those he took in as family greeting the others with broken sobs as I crumbled to the floor, met with shared sobs and words of love that I had expected to be the opposite as we waited helplessly for what would come of the man we had all come to love in different ways. The very next day news of him turning himself in was on every channel and video site you could imagine, the trial date made public as if to mock him, allowing the public to spit nasty words in his face with no knowledge of how gentle the 'Psycho killer' can truly be. 

The trial was painfully long and the result only pulled pained screams from my chest as if my body was being ripped to shreds, 'Death Penalty' the words echoed painfully in my head haunting me through sleepless nights as the days to his sentence slowly went down. 

It's cruel the day before his death that they allow me to visit, to say my goodbyes to my other half and act as though his death won't be plastered everywhere in celebration in less than 24 hours.  Whispers of I love you exchanged between the two of us as he holds me in his gentle embrace for the last time, kissing me with fervor and the promise to find me in our next lives. 

It's painful the way they pull me from the older insisting I cannot stay longer as he is out of visitation time allowanced, dragging me out of the building with looks of disgust and whispers of how someone could ever fall for a monster. Monster, it's laughable really, that he's the one labeled as a monster for punishing those the law chose to protect in spite of their misdeeds. Punished for protecting innocent people from their cruel hands knowing the law would only view their victims as liars. 

Even more cruel was the way they aired his execution for all to see as if they had won a trophy, forcing those who truly cared for and loved the male to watch as he took his last breath, a final tear rolling down his cheek with a whispered 'I love you' as the life drains from his body and footage cuts off. 

I watch the footage many times, anger and pain wracking through my frail body as I vow to myself that I won't let his loss be in vain. If they thought it was over with his death they would soon be mistaken as I stepped into the living space of the family he built, now starring at the family 'we' had built, stepping into his shoes and continuing his work until the day I would take my own last breath, haunting the very people who ended my lovers life until the day they themselves would pass, for I would never be caught but instead pass of old age retiring silently in the way my lover had once planned to leaving them fearing the day I may come back even as decades passed and I found my lover again in a new life as two ordinary lovers with the memories of the lives we once lived in tact. 

And we would live our next life together the way it should have been as a normal happy couple, a teacher and an author with a group of friends much like the ones we had in the passed and no fear of losing our lives to anything more than simply old age.