a young korean-american boy sits in a bedroom, seungkwans body laying in the bed. he looks at seungkwan with complete adoration in his eyes and he was sure the older felt the same way.
Hansol
"Ah, Seungkwannie."
Hansol
"You look so beautiful
covered in blood."
Hansol
"But you let someone else
touch you."
Hansol
"Don't you think
you should be
punished?"
a barely conscious boo seungkwan looks at hansol, fear in his voice.
Seungkwan
"W-What?"
Seungkwan
"Nonnie- what's gotten into you..?"
Hansol
"I don't know."
hansol holds up a butcher knife.
Hansol
"Let's play, my turtle dove."
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al1 [svt] **ORIGINAL**
Fanfictionthose who are human have a little bit of demon within them. they just choose to hide it. © geminti | 2017 i do not own seventeen or the song's they composed. this story is a fictional depiction of the members. please don't connect the events to the...
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