NCT Oneshots

Light a Flame | Chenmin

Pair: Chenmin (Chenle x Jaemin) - Obsessive

Genre: Horror, angst, gore.

Warnings: torture, blood, killing/murder, death, graphic details of gore, mature sexual themes.

Small Summary: Detective Na is slowly going insane while trying to get into the head of the famous and elusive serial killer Zhong Chenle, otherwise known as "The Mad Dragon."

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Jaemin stepped out of the police car, the wind tousling his hair as his sunglasses slipped ever-so-slightly down the bridge of his nose.

Shouts and commands run through the air as policemen, FBI agents, reporters, and interns flooded the area. Jaemin's eyes scanned the area for a brief moment, taking in the flapping yellow crime scene take surrounding the house, the flash of cameras and drone of reports being sent out live to the world.

Somebody ran up next to him and Jaemin began moving towards the front door of the suburban household. He didn't bother glancing at the person who was rattling away in his ear as he walked into the crowded house, looking for that familiar signature.

"...10:30 last night. We only got the call just an hour ago from the milkman, said he didn't even bother entering the house from the amount of blood caking the front entrance and steps. It's him again, this one may be his worst."

Jaemin pushed through the people and finally set his eyes on the crime scene, no longer resisting the urge to throw up at the horrifying murders committed. Instead, he felt his heart beat rapidly against his chest, his eager eyes raking over the dead family.

Sitting at the end of a long dinner table was a small family of three, all set up to enjoy their meal. However, instead of a nicely cooked meal, the respective organs of each family member were set out in a gorgeous arrangement on the plate in front of them.

Jaemin's eyes flickered from the woman's heart surrounded by various slices of what could have been liver to the spiral of intestines on the man's plate garnished in various herbs and spices. Then he only barely looked at the child's plate, indifferent to the young age of the victim as he looked at the tongue resting in the middle of a plate of leaves.

No, he wasn't interested in the grimy and boring details of what had happened to the family. Instead he was focused on the killer, the serial killer who had been plaguing much of Jaemin's life for the past months.

"The letter," Jaemin demanded to one of the crime scene analysts pouring over a document, "Where's the letter?" He gave the boy such a demanding look that the boy looked away, nervous as he scanned the surrounding room.

"I- Uh, I don't know, there wasn't a letter," the boy stated nervously and Jaemin wanted to laugh. No letter? That was ridiculous.

"Hand me some gloves and a plier," he pointed to the tools resting on the surface of a small desk. The boy quickly handed Jaemin the tools and he slid them on with ease, approaching the unfortunate victims. He looked briefly at the stamp of a dragon on the woman's neck before gently opening her cold and rigid jaw, almost sighing in relief when he saw a piece of paper resting in her mouth.

Reaching in the pliers, he extracted the letter and waved over an evidence collector, taking a bag before opening the slightly damp letter.

Jaemin's eyes scanned over the words printed carefully on the paper and he hadn't even realized he had begun to shake until the paper crinkled under his tight grasp. He grit his teeth.

He was going to catch this man, if it was the last thing he was going to do.

{Three Months Later}