barbnoo

lee heeseung x kim sunoo

wc: 41,815.

Summary: Heeseung hates meeting new people.

After countless negative experiences in the past, he has completely shunned the idea of meeting anyone new.

That's until his friend Jake, introduces him to someone, Sunoo.

Link ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84996796

“Shit.”

You were currently on the side of the road, examining your car that suddenly made concerning noises while driving. You didn’t think much of it at first, you thought something caught onto your car and was dragging it across the pavement. But now that you’re outside and checking the hood–you realize your battery was fried and something was actually caught on your wheel.

You went back to the driver's seat and tried starting the car, but it didn’t turn on.

Great, just great. This wouldn’t have been super bad if you weren’t stranded in the middle of a deserted road and if it wasn’t ten o'clock at night. 

You sighed, you couldn’t even turn on your blinkers since the car is off. You clung onto the fact that people could possibly pass, see you and help. You grabbed your phone from your pocket, trying to text your friend to see if they knew a towing company that could come and save you and your car.

You surprisingly had wifi but it was very slow, painfully slow. Your message was currently being sent but you don’t know how long that will take…so you decided to just sit inside your car and play the waiting game.

You left your hood open, signifying to others that you needed help, afterwards you made your way back inside and locked your doors. You looked outside and started growing anxious–the dark was something you didn’t like, especially when you were surrounded by endless woods on either side.

You recall seeing an exit sign not too far back–that said a gas station was further up ahead but you didn’t want to risk walking there at this time, so you waited. You kept looking at your sideview mirror, praying to see the bright head lights of a car approaching…but nothing came.

It was around ten minutes later when you were beginning to doze off, until you noticed bright lights reflecting off the mirror.

That immediately woke you up, you prayed, prayed that they’d notice the hood and stop. You looked out the window as the car approached but they showed no sign of stopping–if anything it looked like they began speeding up.

Your heart sank when the car flew right by, crushing your spirits. But at the same time could you blame them? Who is sane enough to stop and help someone on the side of the road at this time.

You thought–maybe if they actually see someone, they’ll stop. So you waited for the next car to come.

Around five minutes passed with you eagerly waiting, you saw bright lights approaching once again, you scrambled to unlock your car door, jumping out. Once outside you immediately began waving your hands while jumping a bit. 

They had to have spotted you because you were moving pretty frantically but to your horror they did not stop. They zoomed right past you and you almost broke down right then and there. You sighed in defeat, climbing back inside, and locking the doors.

You grabbed your phone from the cup holder and checked to see if your message was sent, which it sadly wasn’t.

The measly blue line was only halfway through the message. You sighed in annoyance, contemplating on what to do now, those two cars might’ve been your only shot at getting help. You really didn’t want to go out on foot and find that gas station, who knows what creepy things are lingering in these woods.

Once that thought came into your head, you immediately checked all your windows, but you saw nothing. Literally nothing, just pitch black darkness outside but that wasn’t really comforting. 

You sat for what felt like hours, you were currently messing around with some plushies you kept in your car, not really paying attention to anything else. 

Until something caught your eye, another pair of bright lights. Your heart stopped, without thinking you unlocked and opened the door, practically leaping out of it. You stood as close as you could to the road, frantically trying to wave down the car.

Please, please stop.

You waited anxiously until you saw them start to slow down! You kept waving, you were overjoyed, finally someone was stopping.

The car slowed down and made its way off the main road, slowly pulling up right behind your car. You were blinded by the bright head lights, but you could hear the car being put into park and the sound of a car door being opened–and moments later shutting.

You regained your vision and started approaching the car, ready to thank them and explain your situation. You were in the middle of approaching them but suddenly stopped, you caught sight of a man who was slowly making his way over.

You looked at him, he was tall and well built, he had black hair, while wearing a black button up collared shirt with dark blue jeans, while also wearing specs. You couldn’t help but check him out, surprised at how handsome he was. His face was gorgeous and when you peeked at his jawline, you were shocked at how sharp it was.

He stopped right in front of you, “Hey, do you need help?”

“Yes–my car broke down, the battery is fried. Do you know a towing company that could come and help?”

“Oh damn. Yeah I do, but do you mind if I check it out myself?” he asked.

“Please–if you don't mind.” you said, maybe this guy could fix it and there’d be no need to call for someone because if you were being honest, you did not want to pay a hefty fee for your car.

“I don't, don’t worry.” He reassured you while smiling. You brought him over to your hood and showed it to him, you used your phone as a flashlight. He peeked inside, silent for a moment before he instructed you to try and turn the car on while he fumbled with something. You made your way over to the driver’s seat and turned your key, it made a noise but it didn’t turn on. He told you to do it two more times, which you did, but nothing happened.

“Yikes, yeah your battery is done.” he confirmed, which made you slightly sad, because you were hoping to get this fixed now and just head home.

“How long have you been out here?” he suddenly asked, you sighed trying to remember.

“I think for almost an hour…you honestly saved me. Two other cars passed me earlier.” you explained, “I was really close to just crying.”

He chuckled at your comment, “If you don’t mind me asking–what’s your name?”

“It’s y/n…yours?” you quietly said.

“I’m Jay. I’m glad I found you…I doubt you would’ve found anyone else passing by at this time.”

You thanked him once again, grateful to him for actually stopping. You two chatted for a while by your car, you were ranting about the tiring day you had, and how the cherry on top of all of it–was your car breaking down. He laughed before discussing his day. You couldn’t help but stare at Jay…he really was handsome, too handsome. 

Suddenly he caught you, “Is there something on my face?” he joked. You immediately turned away, trying to cover up your slip up.

“N-No…sorry about that.” You shyly said. 

He chuckled at your reaction, he found it cute. While you were turned away he took the time to look you up and down. You were wearing a pair of light washed jeans with a tight fitted tank top. He couldn’t help but stare at your chest, his gaze lingered there longer than it should’ve. 

You were suddenly reminded about the towing company, you turned back to him, “Oh–do you have the number for that towing company?” you asked, blissfully unaware of his gaze that was still on your chest before meeting your face.

“Mhm, I’d have to check in my car though, I wrote it on a piece of paper and it’s somewhere stashed in there.” he said, “I can fetch it for you.”

You thanked him. While he began his way over to his car, you decided to check on your phone to see the time, you made your way back to the driver seat and grabbed it from the cup holder. You read the time, it was only five minutes shy of eleven. You groaned, you just wanted to head to bed. 

That’s when you noticed a couple text messages from your friend, you were surprised but quickly opened them.

Hey! Omg are you alright??

I have a number, here, xxx-xxxx-xxx.

y/n, please get home quickly and safely, I’m not sure if you are aware but there’s some crazy serial killer on the loose right now. I checked the news earlier and they described them as a man, around 5 '11, dark hair, he was last seen wearing a black top and dark jeans. Police are currently searching for him– just please text me back as soon as you can.

When you read that last message, your heart sank.

You re-read it around five times, making sure that what you were reading was actually true and not a figment of your imagination. A crazy person on the loose–was that...? No...it couldn't have been. You slowly peeked your head out from the door, looking back, Jay was still in his car searching for that number.

Hell, you don’t even know if it was an actual number he was searching for anymore, you began to feel uneasy.

The dire situation started setting in, you are alone, alone with him. There is not a single building around you guys, just endless wood on both sides. You were stranded…your breathing grew frantic.

You quickly grabbed your phone and started dialing 911. The ring tone was making you anxious–aren’t they supposed to pick up quickly? You looked in the rearview mirror and still saw Jay in his car.

Okay–just relax. You told yourself, If he senses your nervousness he’ll catch on. 

You looked around at the windows, trying to figure out some type of escape plan if it was needed—

“Hey, I was able to find it.” 

His voice startled you, making you jump. You turned toward your left and saw him standing there with his hand out, holding a slip of paper. He noticed your frightened expression and how you were now on the phone.

“O-Oh t-thank you.” You said, forcing yourself to smile. Suddenly the line connected, you were silent for a moment, praying Jay would head back to his car or something.

“Who are you on the phone with?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

That question brought shivers down your spine, you quickly tried coming up with something, 

“Haha–no one just my friend–”

Hello, 911, what is your emergency?

That line cut through your sentence–the phone was right up to your ear with your hand covering it but Jay still heard it. His expression dropped immediately.

“Hang up, right now,” he ordered. You saw how fast his expression changed–one minute he was smiling, now his expression was horrifying.

You shook your head, “I-I’m on the phone with my friend–”

Suddenly he roughly snatched the phone from your hands, startling you. He managed to grab a hold of it and hung up, but that wasn’t enough—he smashed your phone on the ground before stepping on it.

You watched in horror–it wasn’t just one stomp, he kept stomping repeatedly. You could see your phone crack, the force of his shoe snapped it in half, leaving you distraught.

That was your only way of communication–now it’s gone.

He abruptly stopped and turned toward you. He began approaching you quickly, you tried exiting the car but he suddenly pushed you back– your back hit the seat violently.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he hissed, “First you call the police on me and then you try to run off? I don’t think so.”

You could feel his hands tighten around your arms making you cry out in pain.

“G-Get the hell off me–you fucking sicko!” you screamed, trying to release yourself from his grip, but he wouldn’t budge. 

Suddenly one of his hands released your arm–you were relieved at first until you felt his hand grope your breast That’s when you lost it, you used all your might to get him off you, screaming at the top of your lungs.

“Stop it! Let go of me!” you shouted, you were screaming so loud, praying that someone would hear you but that was impossible.

Suddenly a hand came over your mouth–clasping it shut, muffling your screams. His forearm rested on top of your upper body, pressing you further down into the seat. His other hand was still groping your chest–more aggressively than before.

Tears began falling down your face, you were starting to hyperventilate. 

You still struggled, trying everything to get him off. You peeked through the gap between you two, until you noticed his pants. There was only one way left to get out.

You gathered all the strength in your knee and forcefully brought it up– kneeing him straight in the groin.

He doubled over in pain, “Fuck!” he shouted, his grip on your mouth and chest loosened. That was enough for you to push him as hard as you can, making him land on the pavement outside, clutching at his groin.

You grabbed the key from the key hole and booked it. You jumped out of the seat and began to run, until you felt a hand grab at your ankle, dragging you down to the pavement.

You fell down and turned your head toward him–his expression was like earlier but laced with pain, his right hand was gripping your ankle–hard, but you kicked at his hand with your other foot continuously, before he finally let go. You scrambled to your feet and ran, not thinking–just bolting toward the woods.

Jay was still on the ground in pain but he forced himself onto his feet. He was enraged, he stumbled over to his car’s trunk and popped it open. He was desperately searching through the variety of weapons he stashed in there, until his hand found what he was looking for, a knife.

He slammed the trunk shut before making his way over to the edge of the woods where you entered. He began running–full on sprinting, he winced in pain but that didn’t matter right now, he just needed to catch you.

You were running practically blind–the only light source was the moon above you. You could feel your feet hitting rocks, sticks, and shrubs, but the adrenaline pumping through you didn’t make you stop. 

Your lungs burned, you haven't run like this in forever, exhaustion was starting to creep in. You stopped, frantically looking around–until you spotted a big and thick enough bush to crouch behind. 

You made your way over, kneeling and catching your breath. You were breathing so heavily that you felt like you were about to throw up—

“y/n!” 

That distant shout left you frightened– it sounded terrifying. You crouched even lower while you brought your hands up to your mouth, muffling your breathing. You prayed that the shouting wouldn’t come any closer.

You stayed silent…until you suddenly heard it again—closer now.

“y/n…I just want to talk with you. Please, come out. Don’t make this difficult!” he yelled in a booming tone.

You didn’t move, frozen in place. You could hear the sound of footsteps but you were so scared—you couldn’t even pinpoint where they were coming from.

Until suddenly, it went quiet…dead quiet. 

You slowly lowered your hands but didn’t move–still paranoid he was in the same vicinity as you. You waited for minutes…until ultimately deciding it was time to move—maybe he did pass by you.

You slowly began to stand up until a hard force pushed you down onto the ground. You landed on a bunch of sticks, they were poking at your abdomen. You cried out in pain, until a heavy weight was pressed onto your back and butt.

“Y’know y/n…you’re one of the prettiest girls I’ve seen–and I’ve had my fair share of plenty.” he calmly stated.

You began to thrash under him, before you felt something sharp pressed against your neck. You gasped–

“I wouldn’t move too much if I were you. You wouldn’t want a knife plunging into your throat.”

You began to sob, “P-Please…just let me go!” you begged, your whole body trembled, afraid of what he was going to do.

Suddenly he flipped you over onto your back, you shut your eyes out of fear. When you opened them, you saw him—hovering over you with a knife dangling in your face.

“Why would I? You’re the most beautiful little thing I’ve seen all night.” He chuckled, “I got real lucky, didn’t I?”

He examined your pitiful face, tears soaking it, along with snot. He couldn’t lie, he was starting to get turned on.

His hand snaked its way back up to your boob–squeezing it harshly. You whimpered, “N-No…stop it–” you sobbed, “D-Don’t kill me please!”

“If you just behave, I won’t.”

You quietly sobbed…”O-Okay! I w-will.”

He smiled before laughing, “See? It’s not that hard when you–”

Suddenly, he felt you try to knee his groin area again, but he dodged it this time. Without thinking he suddenly plunged the knife into your abdomen.

You let out a blood-curdling scream, you could feel him twist the knife inside you. You begged him to stop.

“Try that shit one more time and I will kill you.” he eerily stated.

You sobbed even harder, the pain was unbearable–it felt like you were about to die.

He abruptly pulled the knife out and you could feel his hand grab at your jaw, forcing you to look up at him,

You could see him dangling the knife in your face, it was covered in your blood…and what made you gag was when he brought it up to his mouth and licked it.