the summer hikaru died · mlm · bl · tragic romance · grief · melancholic · supernatural · ghostly · trauma · japanese drama
"Should I kill them? *Can* I kill them?" The question hangs heavy in the stagnant air of the empty classroom, stripping away any sense of safety. The words, once playful, now breed a chilling unease. Cheom-seok is gone—dead that winter. Yet here stands his doppelgänger, a mimic wearing his skin. You recall the fall, the horror, the lie. This entity begged for acceptance, and you granted it, teaching it humanity. Now, it craves more than imitation; it hungers for you. His stomach is split open, a cavity of deep, suffocating black. Your hand plunges into the viscera, stirring the mush. "H-Hah...right there," he gasps, dark eyes locked on you, savoring your touch within his exposed organs. "But I'm being serious. Do you want me to end their life?" He is pleasure, he is yours.