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Summary :

A large-scale joint training exercise in the middle of summer.

An old van.

A forgotten mountain road.

And an abandoned house that nobody in the village dares approach.

What begins as a harmless test of courage quickly turns into something far worse.

Some doors should never be opened.

Some things should never be touched.

Does a large-scale joint training exercise even make sense in this kind of summer heat?

"Ugh.... Let's go."

We still had a long way to go, and the vehicle we'd been assigned was an old van that it wouldn't have been surprising to see break down halfway there. As the fat pigs climbed aboard, the van's worn-out seats let out screams, and the inside was full of the smell of dust.

Even though I had just gotten in, the air inside felt so stale it was hard to breathe. When I pressed the air conditioner button to circulate some of that suffocating air, the van let out a thunderous noise that sounded like a fart and the engine died.

Rattle. Rattle-rattle-rattle— BANG!

"Ah, shit. Are you serious?"

"Hongjin, the AC doesn't work?"

"Wait a second."

"Just start the engine again first."

Sweat was dripping down from the top of my head, and with people giving advice from the backseat too, irritation was already starting to creep up.

Ah, fuck.

"Shut up. I'm doing it."

"Try hitting it with your fist."

"Not everything gets solved by punching it. Think before you speak."

BAM! BAM!

Click—

After punching it a few times, the engine didn't start.

Instead, the glove compartment opened limply.

"..."

"...Are we even getting there today?"

"Hongjin, it's hot!"

"Nobody here isn't hot, dumbass!"

"Ugh."

König was already noisy enough to drive me crazy, and now even Oni was chiming in. My irritation was reaching the top of my head.

After struggling with it for quite a while, we finally got the old van started and set off. The destination was some countryside far from Seoul. There were barely any rest stops on the way, and we'd have to take regular roads instead of the highway.

I checked the rattling van in the side mirror once, then looked at the two people sitting in the back through the rearview mirror.

"It's gonna be a while until the next rest stop. If you need to piss, use a plastic bottle."

It was a joke I was pretty proud of, but the two of them, whose irritation levels had already risen, didn't give me any good response.

At least after putting in an old cassette tape from the glove compartment and playing some trot music, the atmosphere wasn't too bad.

[미안 미안해~ 미안 미안해~]

"Hongjin, is this all you've got?"

"Quit complaining. This is a really famous song in Korea, you know."

"It sucks."

"Hey!"

The country road stretched ahead with all the windows rolled down, filled with the heat of summer and the smell of manure.

Still, if we kept driving down that road without stopping, eventually the sun hanging in the middle of the sky began to sink lower and lower, and the wind started to cool.

"Hmm hmm hm~"

[Ding ding— Speed limit: 80 kilometers per hour. Ding ding—]

"It so noisy!"

"어쩔티비."

"What does that even mean? I don't like it."

"Yeah, I'm not telling you~"

[Continue straight until further notice.]

While listening to the navigation, I glanced at the map.

We were somewhere near Jirisan.

Ah. If you take one of the mountain roads around here and head farther up, there's a really good mountain herb bibimbap restaurant.

"Ah. Did you guys know?"

"There's an abandoned house around here that only people who really know the area know about..."

"...An abandoned house?"

[Crk— tzzzt. Tzzzt—]

"Hongjin, stop telling weird stories."

"No, no. Just listen this one time."

"If you follow this road and go into the mountains past that valley, there's an abandoned house even the locals don't go near. It's a place that's been famous for having bad land ever since long ago."

"I said I'm not listening!"

"Tch...!"

[Tzzzt....]

"I heard it originally belonged to a really rich family, but some disease hit them and people in the household started dying one after another."

"What disease...?"

"How would I know? After that, they tried several times to tear the place down, but every time construction started, accidents happened. So they couldn't demolish it."

"H-Hongjin, stop."

[80 kilometers per hour. Ei— eighty. Ei— eighty kilometers per hour. Ding. Ding. Ding.]

"Ah, shit. What's wrong with this thing?"

BAM! BAM!

[Tzzzzzt— crack. Turn right in 500 meters.]

"Ah, there we go. Anyway, after hearing the rumors, Taoist priests came several times saying they'd send the ghosts on, shamans came too, and even monks with powerful spiritual abilities came. Every single one of them gave up and left."

"S-So?"

"So what do you mean, so?"

He grinned.

"It's hot out. Wanna go check it out?"

"Go there?"

"Yeah. Summer's for courage tests."

Brrrr—

"Hongjin. Turn off the AC."

"What are you talking about? The AC doesn't even work. It's hot as hell."

"Huh? That's weird. It's cold..."

"Quit talking nonsense. Are we going or not?"

"...I'm not going."

"Scared?"

"Who says I'm scared?!"

"Then we're going there."

As soon as Hongjin finished speaking, the noisy navigation system fell silent.

He'd said it was his first time here, but he sure knew how to find the abandoned house.

'Bad Hongjin.'

After driving up a winding dirt road into the mountains, an old wooden gate came into view in the distance.

Even from far away, it looked ominous. Yellow papers, the kind I'd only ever seen in Eastern horror movies, were plastered all over it.

I should have asked if it was really okay to go in there.

I should have told them we should just leave.

But the words wouldn't come out.

I didn't want them to find out I'd gotten scared over something this stupid.

The moment Hongjin got out of the van, he twisted his waist and stretched.

"Ahh. I feel alive again. Who's going in first?"

"Weren't we all going together?"

"I'm not doing it. Places like this aren't abandoned without a reason."

"Oi oi, Oni-chan. You scared?"

"It's not that I'm scared. I just don't do dangerous things in the first place."

"That's what being scared is."

Even after Hongjin's childish provocation, Oni didn't bother answering and simply walked back toward the van.

"Then... is it just us going?"

"W-Wait, Hongjin...!"

"Let's go~!"

Following the two of them, I forced my unwilling feet forward.

Strange.

The three of us had been so loud inside the van, but the moment we arrived in front of the abandoned house, everything became quiet as a lie.

The moment I noticed that strange silence, it felt as though the dry ground beneath my feet had turned into soaking wet mud, sticking to the soles of my shoes.

"König."

Before I crossed beneath a rope strung with colorful cloth strips, Oni called out to me.

"Don't touch anything."

With those words, the window closed with an unpleasant sound.

Don't touch anything?

What, was he keeping an eye on a child?

Pouting slightly from the strange irritation, I stepped inside the abandoned house.

It was more ordinary than I'd expected.

Weeds grew everywhere inside. Dust and spiderwebs had gathered in every corner.

After passing several old and filthy doors, I finally reached a small house.

Unlike the front entrance, there wasn't a single weed.

Not a speck of dust, either.

And the strangely blowing wind was cool.

"...I don't like this."

"Hm? What?"

"Doesn't it feel colder here?"

I rubbed my arms with my palms at the goosebumps rising across my skin, but Hongjin only tilted his head as if it were nothing.

"It's getting close to sunset. That's why."

"Let's go farther inside."

"N-No...!"

Before I could even finish speaking, Hongjin ran forward and threw open the door of the small house.

Creeeak—

The eerie sound made my legs tremble on their own.

A faint sunset glow seeped through the open doorway.

Hongjin had clearly said this was an abandoned house where nobody lived.

Yet the inside looked as though someone still did.

It felt as if time had stopped in this room alone.

A small Eastern-style wooden table and a black wardrobe gleamed so cleanly that it was hard to believe they were sitting inside an abandoned house.

The doors of the glossy black wardrobe were shut so tightly that not even a finger could fit between them.

And yet, somehow, it felt empty inside.

"Oh. This looks pretty expensive~ A mother-of-pearl cabinet and a soban. You don't see these very often anymore."

And on top of the small table sat a brass bowl.

The same kind I'd seen once at a Korean restaurant with Hongjin.

"The brassware looks like good quality too..."

"Th-This... what is this? Korean shamanism...?"

"Think so?"

"Hss..."

With a sound like air escaping, Hongjin crouched down in front of the table and rubbed his chin.

The longer Hongjin stayed silent, the more my anxiety grew.

This is weird.

This meal setting that looked like some representation of Eastern shamanism inside an abandoned house...

This was exactly the kind of thing you saw right before something happened in a movie.

"H-Hongjin! Let's go back!"

"Wait a second. I think I'm figuring something out."

After staring at the brass bowl for what felt like forever, Hongjin finally moved.

His rough hand slipped out of his pocket and reached toward the bowl.

My stomach churned with instinctive fear and rejection.

My head buzzed.

And in the gap of the glossy black wardrobe door, something reflected for a moment—

Then disappeared.

Piiiiii—

The moment my eyes met it, a piercing ringing exploded inside my ears.

And suddenly, I remembered what Oni had said inside the van.

[Don't touch anything.]

"D-Don't touch it!"

'Don't touch it—'

For a moment, a voice that wasn't mine overlapped my own from somewhere behind me.

No.

Was that Zimo?

I turned my head.

But the only people in the room were Hongjin and me.

Fsssshhh—

BANG!

"Scheiße!"

Hongjin's pinky finger dipped into the clear water inside the brass bowl.

Then he pulled it out.

And stuck it into his mouth.

Slurp.

"This is... salt water."

"H-Hongjin, what are you doing?"

My heart was pounding so hard it felt ready to leap out of my chest.

Hongjin only smacked his lips calmly.

Disgusting bastard.

At the same time, a strange smell of burning wood filled the room.

And the faint sunset glow disappeared.

"Hmm... I think we're fucked."

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Summary :

After losing the one person he loved most, Soap MacTavish is left with nothing but grief, guilt, and ghosts he cannot outrun. As betrayal comes to light and the past refuses to stay buried, vengeance and mercy begin to blur—until someone must finally answer for what was done.

London nights were cold and damp. Especially after you were gone—even standing before a fire, I couldn’t get warm. I was always cold—so cold I couldn’t endure it without alcohol.

To chase the chill away, I tipped half a bottle of strong whisky into my mouth and stared at the stained wallpaper across from me. For a fleeting second, the blotches almost looked like your face—but the image bled outward and blurred before I could hold onto it.

My hand fell slack around the bottle in disappointment. Whisky sloshed softly, and I heard it spill onto the floor. Listening to the empty sound, I turned to the window of the cheap motel room. Outside, rain poured in thin, endless sheets, smearing the red and blue neon lights until they burned my eyes.

Staring at the tangled glow of neon for a long while, I thought I heard your laughter again, smelled warm food drifting faintly through the air. Yes. When you were there, everything always felt like this—soft, warm, gentle.

With a long sigh, the scents vanished like mist.

Right. That paradise was no longer mine to enter. What right did I have to trespass there?

A single tear slid down Soap’s dry cheek. It had already been over six months since he began drifting from one cheap motel to another. His life had collapsed long ago, leaving him buried beneath its ruins, barely breathing.

Looking back, perhaps it had been inevitable. As a soldier, tragedy had always shadowed his life. He had simply been blinded by a light too bright to hold in his hands, forgetting the darkness for a while.

Yes. It had rained that day too.

The day you—my light—slipped from my hands.

Soap shut his eyes, his expression hollow. Memory was a guest that arrived whether invited or not—a cruel one that always found the sorest place to press. Without alcohol, it came more often. Each time it brought a stabbing pain through his heart and headaches that felt like his skull might split open. Without drink, he couldn’t even sleep.

And yet… he loved the image of you waiting at the end of that pain. He wanted to stay in those dreams forever. If he drowned himself in liquor completely, would he see you forever?

We first met so long ago, back in school—so long ago the memory had begun to fade. In those dull, repetitive days, you were always my shining goddess. I used to wonder how someone so small could carry such confidence. I’m sure I wasn’t the only boy who loved you.

How could anyone not?

You were light itself.

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Summary :

They meet again by the river. He withholds his name, yet cannot stay away.

She holds on to what little hope remains.

The next morning, it was harder than usual to get up. Perhaps it was from standing in the cold wind and washing clothes in icy water the day before, or perhaps because she had lain awake deep into the night thinking of the nameless man.

It was shameful, she thought, for a grown girl to lose sleep over someone she had only just met. If her mother or father had known, they would surely have scolded her.

Flustered, she hurried outside and crouched before the hearth where the fire had gone out overnight, warming her frozen hands with her breath. Starting a fire was still difficult for her; after struggling for some time, she finally saw a small spark flicker to life within.

Soon the pot began to bubble softly, the smell of scorched rice thick and comforting. Her stomach, empty since the night before, cried out for food, but without her stepmother’s permission she could not eat. She simply curled in on herself and waited for the hunger to subside.

I should have kept that rice cake for myself…

Regret would change nothing. She was hungry, yes—but she had seen how happy he looked. That was enough.

The blackened charcoal beneath the faint flame reminded her of his dark hair, and a small smile slipped out before she realized it. She could not remember the last time she had smiled like that.

Perhaps she might see him again by the river. If so, she thought, she should work again at the magistrate’s house and try to bring back leftover rice cakes. Dried persimmons would be good too.

Would he like persimmons?

Next time, she would ask his name.

Busy with chores, she barely noticed the sun climbing toward the ridge of the mountain. She had not eaten even a single potato all day. Scraping the dry pot yielded only a handful of burnt crust.

Still, it’s something.

She crouched before the hearth and raised a piece to her lips when something thudded softly behind her. A faint breeze stirred her hair—and then a large hand covered her mouth.

“Mmph—!”

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Pierrot x Reader

inspired by: [Luvcat • He's My Man]

𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹.

“So… it’s all because of love.”

A towering figure in a ridiculous clown costume, the faint sound of bells following every movement he made. A silent clown who always lingered quietly around me.

From the moment we first met, he had clung to me with a strange obsession, starving for affection. Sometimes he looked like a pitiful dog that had lost its owner. Sometimes like a child searching for its mother. I simply couldn’t leave him alone.

I wanted to look directly into those eyes that begged for love. I wanted to hold his cold hands, to embrace the trembling back that feared being abandoned by me.

I already knew he wasn’t someone who thought the way ordinary people did. Blind love, obsession, jealousy—and a broken sense of morality. I knew all of those things could easily destroy both of us.

The love Pierrot spoke of was something close to that kind of brokenness.

He loved and respected everything about me— yet he was jealous of everything that stood close to me.

He existed wherever I was. And anyone who grew close to me, or dared to harm me, disappeared without a trace.

It should have been horrifying.

But because it was him—because it was the way he loved me— it felt strangely welcome.

And so, even knowing what awaited at the end of this twisted love, I was willing to walk into the flames beside him and burn away completely.

Because I love you just as much as you love me.

So…

I’ll become your salvation.

Pierrot, clinging to me and whining for affection, looked nothing like the man who had stabbed a knife into Harlequin’s shoulder earlier.

The cruelty from before felt like nothing more than an illusion. Right now, he looked like a gentle angel.

Has anyone else ever seen this side of him?

Y/N closed her eyes and recalled what she had witnessed at the circus that day.

The illusions in the House of Mirrors. The stories the jester had told.

Was there someone before me? Am I just a replacement for the woman who came before?

…Even if I am.

I can’t let Pierrot go.

I need him.

His attention. His love. His obsession.

All of it.

But I know this much. I love Pierrot more than she ever could.

So that he would never remember that woman again—

He’s mine.

And I’ll use anything necessary to make sure he stays that way.

Y/N deliberately averted her gaze and slowly stopped the hand that had been stroking him.

The head of the man she loved lifted little by little.

Those eyes, usually overflowing with affection, trembled in hurt— then twisted in anguish before dropping helplessly toward the floor.

Beneath her collar, against the pale skin of her neck, faint teeth marks remained.

He didn’t need to ask who had left them.

A grinding sound escaped his teeth as his large body began to tremble.

“My lady… May I disinfect it for you?”

His voice quivered as his sharp nails lightly brushed the side of her neck.

As his breath drew closer, the air in the room grew heavy.

Her own breathing trembled with excitement at what was about to happen, but she swallowed it down and shyly nodded.

The moment she gave permission, the cold mask brushed against her neck before falling away.

Soft lips followed. A long, wet tongue traced across her skin as if dancing.

Just as her mind began to blur from the strange sensation of that unusually long tongue—

A sharp pain struck.

“Ah—!”

A moan escaped her lips as his hand slipped beneath her clothes.

But she pushed it away, her body trembling.

No. Not yet.

Not until he falls deeper for me. Not until he forgets everything except me.

No one needs to understand us.

As long as the two of us walk through hell together, hand in hand, loving each other—that’s enough.

He’s happiest when he’s with me.

And we only need each other.

“I love you… I love you, My lady.”

I love you too.

Even if we burn in the fires of hell— I’ll love only you.

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Summary : ❄ Every time it snowed, he remembered her.

A winter story about regret, devotion, and the girl who never left.

Whenever it snowed heavily in winter, there was one person Kim Hongjin couldn’t help but think about.

Back in his twenties, when he was soaked in dopamine and addicted to gambling, he had a girlfriend who seemed untouched by the world—innocent, almost painfully pure.

Whenever he got even a little money, he would immediately blow it at the gambling tables, then drink and chain-smoke. And yet, that kind-hearted girl—Y/N—never once complained. She never nagged, never scolded him.

If anything, she worked more, saved more, and quietly pressed what little money she earned into his hands.

And Hongjin, who had neither pride nor conscience back then, accepted it all without hesitation and spent every last bit on himself.

One winter day, thick snow was falling from the sky. The pipes had frozen from the cold, so they couldn’t even stay inside the house and had to wander outside.

Out of nowhere, Y/N said she wanted bungeoppang.

“Hongjin… that smells so good.

Should we buy just one and share it?”

The sweet scent had brushed past his nose too. But in his pocket, there was only 2,000 won.

With that money, he could buy instant ramen. Or sell a few empty bottles and get cigarettes. Maybe soju.

He turned to look at her.

Her cheeks and hands were red from the cold, cracked from the wind. She was blowing warm air into her palms, trying to thaw herself.

For a brief moment, he thought about buying her one.

But he hated the idea of spending that 2,000 won on his girlfriend.

And he hated himself for even feeling ashamed about it.

So he lashed out instead.

“Where the hell do you think we have money for that?”

“Just go home.”

He grabbed her wrist roughly and dragged her back.

That night, they lay on a cold, yellowed vinyl floor with no heating, sharing a single thin blanket.

Through the cracks in the window frame, cold wind seeped in. He could hear it.

He could also hear her crying quietly beside him.

But he turned his back and pretended not to notice.

Ten years had passed.

And that memory was still painfully clear.

He regretted it more than anything.

If only he hadn’t bought that drink.

If only he hadn’t bought those cigarettes.

If only he had just placed one warm pastry into her dry, red hands.

If only he had swallowed his pride and hugged her thin shoulders tightly.

But regret meant nothing now.

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Summary : They say if you speak of the tiger, it will come.

Y/N was born with a fate marked by claws.

Promised to a man beyond the mountain, feared by beasts and people alike, she wonders if being taken by a tiger would be kinder than marriage.

One winter afternoon, a stranger answers her wish.

Summary : Task Force 141 has faced war, betrayal, and near-death experiences. Nothing prepared them for Y/N.

She was recommended.

They would very much like to know by whom.

posted my first fic on ao3 🖤

late-night reunion + christmas soft ghost, tired ghost, domestic fluff.

quiet moments, imperfect plans, and coming home just in time.

I've posted this on X before, but… I like this kind of story.

If Y/N gets pregnant, I wish the COD Characters would handle morning sickness. Even if it's a shotgun wedding, the wedding has to be held before Y/N's belly gets bigger, so they're busy reserving the wedding hall, getting dress fittings, and so on. The smell of food and water makes the COD Characters gag, and they can barely eat lemon candy, which is supposed to be good for morning sickness, so the COD Characters' cheeks are getting sunken and the dark circles under their eyes are getting worse. Meanwhile, Y/N herself doesn't have morning sickness, so she eats whatever she wants, sleeps well, and gains weight, but every time Y/N opens the fridge to eat something, the COD Characters run to the bathroom. I really want to see this in Ghost or Konig. If it's Ghost, He'd cover he's noses with tissues, wear masks to block out the smell, and then buy, carry, and make all the food Y/N wants to eat. But Konig? It seems like he's going to be so sensitive that he'll run around like a mad dog inside KorTac, but when he gets home, he'll bury his face in Y/N's stomach and act pitiful while whining and getting cute.

I hope pierrot has a good Christmas with Y/N!!