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#inpeullueonseo - indie dead by daylight oc as adored by cazcaine. • 18+ only • writer is trans (he/him only) & has borderline personality disorder • • law • about •

            “ HOME  SWEET  HOME,  hm ? ” He couldn’t help but smile, strolling along the indoors of what he calls his home ( though real soon their home ). There’s a pleased hum, carrying the influencer all the way to the bedroom, placing him down gently on the bed. Ji-Woon stayed hovering over Nam-Gi as he was still held onto, a soft chuckle leaving him due to the offer given.         “ Are you sure you don’t want me to clean myself up first ? ” On the account of his own person almost coated in blood — and not to mention he doesn’t want to stain his bed with the blood of others. No no, not just anyone’s blood can just coat his precious bed. That’s reserved for people he adores ( with their permission ).

     “ MM. OKAY. ” NAM-GI relents, though he’s still smiling softly. His arms come away from Ji-Woon, but stop at his cheeks, holding his face again. Nam-Gi affixes him with an adoring gaze, a soft smile. He leans himself up, slipping his eyes closed to press his lips once again to Ji-Woon’s. He’s soft, and he lingers. When he finally breaks contact he slips back to laying on the bed, his hands slowly slipping off Ji-Woon’s face and coming to rest at his chest.       “ You’ll be quick, right ? ” He asks; his gaze simply inquisitive. He doesn’t mean any demand, it’s a check. His hand reaches out to grace gently against one of Ji-Woon’s. Contact. “ 사랑행 ~ ” It’s sang out softly, before his hand returns to his chest. To speak his feelings aloud, to know it’s meant and returned - there’s a soft smile that doesn’t go away.

                  A  GENTLE  HUM  left him as the kiss was exchanged, lifting him up with so much ease. There’s a grin on his lips as he looked up at Nam-Gi. A dream come true ; if only it had happened sooner. But it’s better late than never.        Ji-Woon moved lightly, right until he managed to hold the other in a bridal style. “ We’re going to my realm. Perhaps it might feel a bit more home-y to you. ” he began to walk, carrying him away from the campfire and into the fog where he would end up in his realm. Always better-looking than the others, if he do say so himself.

     BEING PICKED UP was a joy. His eyes slip closed and a smile appears across his face. He holds onto Ji-Woon, cuddled up to him. Love. Something that never did fade - even if the changes he’s seeing now still terrify him to his core. Changes he’ll do his damndest to ignore.      When they arrive, that’s when Nam-Gi’s eyes open. Recognition filters across his face; a warmth blooming in his chest. Familiarity. Remembrance of all the times he’d visited to continue to coach what he could, even if he knew he wasn’t needed anymore. Being asked back, to stand with Ji-Woon, it had been something he’d held close in his heart.       “ Home. ” He states it simply, still keeping a hold of Ji-Woon. He’ll be damned if he wants to be let go of. Here it’s safe, it’s warm. He can stay here for hours on end if given the chance. He leans his head against Ji-Woon’s shoulder, eyes slipping closed again, soft smile never once fading. “ Lay down together ? ” He offers it up. “ I want to stay in your arms for a while longer. ”

             HE  WATCHED  AS  Nam-Gi disappears into the shadows of the hatch, a soft hum leaving him as he twirled his bat around idly. He gave a light sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair, stepping away from the hatch and walking away. Back home he goes as the trial around him fades.

                “ Nam-Gi, Nam-Gi, darling dear ~ ” He sang, finding the other waiting. There’s that smile on his lips, acting like it’s just old times ; just casual.

     “ JI-WOON ? ” NAM-GI RESPONDS to the voice, moving over to Ji-Woon. Spotting him, Nam-Gi’s face lights up. There he is. His arms drape around Ji-Woon’s neck.       “ Where are we going ? ” He offers a small smile, before leaning in to press his lips softly to Ji-Woon’s.

             “ YES,  I  WILL. ”  Softly spoken, a hand extended to the hatch. A motion for the other to go through, to go back to the campfire and out of this trial. A peaceful place compared to this. There’s going to be a lot of comfort to be had.      “ I will. Go on, I’ll see you on the flipside. ” 

     “ YOU BETTER HOLD to it. ” Nam-Gi offers a smile, before he leans in and presses his lips to Ji-Woon’s again. His hands trail gently over the idol’s cheeks before coming away. “ I’ll be waiting for you. ”      There’s one last look toward Ji-Woon, one more smile, before he takes to the hatch. Darkness, cold - and then the familiar feeling of the ground. The sound of the campfire. Nam-Gi walks away from it, close to the edges of it, where he waits to hear a familiar voice.

            “ C’MON.  OF  COURSE  the superiors would be upset, but you know the fans adored us together. ” He smiled with a wink. “ And I teased because I like you. Perhaps I wasn’t too clear on my advances. ” At least it was clearer now, and it’s a great damn blessing. There’s no more need to wonder if it was going to go anywhere or not.       He rested his head against the other’s hands, savoring the touch before the kiss. How soft, how loving. It’s all his now and that’s what counts, right ? Of course. He gave a soft hum as he pulled away, still making sure his cheeks were still resting on Nam-Gi’s hands. A familiar feeling, and it’s nice.

     “ YOU’LL PICK ME up ? ” Nam-Gi asks it, casting his gaze toward the hatch. Surely not being in a dirty place like this trial would do good. Away from the blood. Away from the overall ugliness, bleakness of it all.       “ I’ll wait for you. Promise me you’ll come and get me. ”

            A  SIMPLE  HUM  in response. Of course he promises, there’s no reason not to for Nam-Gi. His darling beloved, the man that had captured his heart since the very beginning of his career. What wouldn’t Ji-Woon do for him ? Aside from telling him a few things… Things he doesn’t need to know.        He leaned back to take a better look at the other, it’s clear that his face lit up immensely. “ So the feeling has actually been mutual this whole time ? ” Nam-Gi officially sealed his fate, and there’s just going to be no more fooling about.

     “ I DIDN’T THINK it would be. ” Nam-Gi admits it, looking away momentarily. “ It would have been bad for your career; I didn’t imagine things would have ever worked out. I stayed quiet. You teased me - I thought you had known. That was why you would do what you did. ” Clearly a few things are wrong in his mind about them both, but he’ll put the misconceptions aside.       Quietly he reaches for Ji-Woon’s face, taking the idol’s cheeks in his hands. His touch is gentle, almost fearful of being shoved off. There’s a moment of apprehension on his face, the questioning of if this is real, before he leans in to lightly press his lips to Ji-Woon’s, letting his eyes close as he does so.

     “ BUGS ARE GROSS. ” 

            ARMS  IMMEDIATELY  WRAPPED  around Nam-Gi in return, a soft sigh leaving him as he lightly rubbed circles on his back. Reassurance, comfort. He’s doing his best to try to ease the crying from Nam-Gi. It always hit when he hears his cries in particular. And it was the apology that brought a barely audible hum from Ji-Woon.       “ Go through the hatch, I can pick you up to bring you to my realm after. I can fix something up to help out. ” 

     “ YOU PROMISE ? ” THE words come out soft, as he refuses to let go. I still love you. It echoes around in his head, and the breath he draws in is shaky at best. I wish things had been different. The ache is sharp, taking his breath away. He clings on; the only lifeline he’s got standing before him.      “ ...I’ve been in love with you. ”      The words fall from his lips, unable to hold his tongue on it. It weighs too heavily on his heart to keep it inside. Being this close - it’s too much to bear. 

             JI-WOON  KEPT  HIS  distance from Nam-Gi, though he kept a close watch throughout the whole trial. He tried to keep even stray, flying knives away from his darling beloved. The last person are always presented with an opportunity to leave through the hatch, right ? Ji-Woon is wondering why Nam-Gi isn’t leaving.          … What’s the problem ?       Their gazes meet, and the Trickster stared for a moment before gently waving. It always sting to see him and not communicate ; but Ji-Woon bottled it up the best way he could. Ignore his own emotions, and pretend it’s mostly fine. And seeing tears spilling from Nam-Gi brought a reaction, and Ji-Woon, out of old habits and impulse, began to quickly make his way towards the other.

              “ Hey- hey, no no. None of that. ”

     JI-WOON IS THERE, almost within seconds. There isn’t hesitation in coming to Nam-Gi’s side, and he notices that. The tears don’t stop, and Nam-Gi on impulse moves forward, putting his arms around Ji-Woon and leaning his head into the idol’s shoulder.       It starts to all come to the surface, the other few trials since they’d last seen each other, the pain, the fear, it all comes forward. This is a cruel joke, with the ‘ special perks ’ the Entity handed him. It was all too much, the way he was supposed to be.       “ 죄송해요. ” The words are whispered on shaking breath as he holds tight to Ji-Woon. 

     UNTOUCHED, ALL TRIAL. Nam-Gi had watched the others go down. One by one. Yet not a mark was left on him. He was able to pull them down from those wretched hooks and even heal them without issue. Knowing eyes were on him, he would be able to help, and left alive. Untouched.       It stung like hell.       When the last one dies, he wanders the realm. No point to the generators, that little hatch is his way out. He hears it before he sees it, and stops in front of it, staring at the black smoke pouring from it. It’s cold, from his own experience. A cold drop through the darkness before being back where he started.       He feels the gaze on him, and he turns to see Ji-Woon. He meets the others gaze, and the way Ji-Woon looks at him seizes his heart. There’s hurt there. Longing. Ji-Woon’s expression is gentle, and it hurts to look at.

     His breath hitches when Ji-Woon waves. The world goes blurry before him, and he blinks. Something wet rolls down his cheek and he realizes it instantly - he’s crying. That ache won’t go away, the longing he feels doesn’t go away. It hurts, and now it comes forward. 

              JI-WOON  FELL  QUIET,  staring almost blankly. Everything was real, or so Ji-Woon believed. His love for the other, how much he adores him. “ You think after all this time, I would ruin your flesh with cuts and your own blood ? ” Well, unless he really wants it — but that’s something to think about for later. The idol gave a ( rather dramatic ) sigh, removing his hands from Nam-Gi’s cheeks.       “ Well, you’re free to go. ”

     “ THERE’S STILL SOMETHING between us ? ”      Nam-Gi doesn’t move, his words come out softly. The answer toward not harming him catches him off guard. Was there something there ? Did it stick ? Could he look past the murder ? His heart aches, and he finally moves. His hand reaches out, as if to touch Ji-Woon, but falters and eases back to his side, his gaze falling away.       “ I’ll go. ” It comes out almost broken, Nam-Gi’s heart heavy in his chest. There’s no denying the hurt that crosses his face, or the way his hand comes up over his chest, over his heart. What am I doing ? He has no answers; he was told he could go, maybe that’s the better thing to do.

             NOW  THAT  DIDN’T  answer the question, did it ? Of course not. Ji-Woon clicked his tongue for a moment before brushing it off. Though the question Nam-Gi had asked, oh ho. It brought the smile on the Trickster’s face to widen. The thoughts and memories of what he had done rushing by, and it was bliss.       “ I’ve made the best music, my love. ” He chuckled, his hands never leaving Nam-Gi’s face. There was a moment that Ji-Woon was quiet, examining the other’s face as he let his smile fall. He was thinking before he smiled once more. “ Are you afraid that I’m going to hurt you ? ”

     NAM-GI’S GAZE FALLS, those words strike him; the last sentence. He’s never been afraid of Ji-Woon once before in his life - but now ? Now he fears him. Knowing that he had this in him, this capability, the whole time and Nam-Gi saw none of it. If this was really who Ji-Woon was; what did Nam-Gi fall in love with ? He doesn’t like to think it was all fake - but it claws at the edges of his mind.       “ Yes. ”

               JI-WOON  ALMOST  DIDN’T  notice the lack of embrace in return, as he pulled away with a soft hmph. His hands moved to cup Nam-Gi’s cheeks gently. How interesting that his feelings for the other never faded ; and the fear is only fueling the fire so much more. His thumb caressed the other’s cheek, a soft hum leaving him.       “ I missed the both of you so much. The only limitations of this place was being unable to stop by and visit. ” There’s a light sigh that left him, keeping his gaze on Nam-Gi’s eyes. His heart feels as if it’s going to beat out of his chest at any second. A lovely gift indeed, and yet… he’s curious.                  “ What has brought you here, my beloved ? This is a rather a situation you’ve gotten yourself in. ” 

     THIS ISN’T RIGHT - this isn’t right. It echoes in Nam-Gi’s mind. It’s too casual. Too normal. As if Ji-Woon isn’t covered in blood. As if he hadn’t just disappeared without a trace. As if any of this isn’t weighing heavily on Nam-Gi.       “ Blood. ” The word barely comes out in a whisper, his voice wavering. He’s rooted to the spot, staring. “ There’s... blood - ” He’d never thought he’d see it real. It’s up close, in his face. It’s there.       “ What... what have you done... ? ”

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"Stay with me." I'll keep you safe hangs off her bottom lip but it's implied. She won't let anyone else slip through her fingers.

     THE ‘ WHAT HAPPENED to you ? ’ hangs in his mouth, but doesn’t make it out. He can make guesses, oh, how he’s made guess after guess. It stings, knowing she ended up here, that she had to go through hell over and over. It stings he wasn’t there to help her. The guilt eats at him; wasn’t she always there for him ? Why wasn’t he there for her ? How didn’t he see any of it ? Why was he so blind ?       “ I’m sorry. ”       The apology comes out as his arms are around Yun-Jin, Nam-Gi burying his face in her shoulder as he starts to cry. 

             “ WHAT  A  LOVELY  surprise gift that the Entity brought me. ” He hadn’t notice the reason why the other was so put off. Ji-Woon was used to it ; covered in blood from the trials, walking around before he gets home soaked in the pretty shade of red.       Ji-Woon began to approach Nam-Gi, arms held out as the smile on his lips widened. “ Reunited once more ; isn’t that lovely ? ” Once he was close enough, the idol pulled the influencer the rest of the way, holding onto him lovingly. “ I hope you didn’t leave our dear Nuri alone. ”

     BLOOD. THERE’S BLOOD, and it’s now going to transfer onto him. Whose blood is it ? Why is Ji-Woon coated ? Why... What did Nam-Gi miss ? He doesn’t return the embrace - he stands paralyzed. His body starts to shake, ever so slightly. Terrified. Absolutely uselessly terrified.       Nuri. His Nuri. His dog. When was Nuri ever more than Nam-Gi’s ? Didn’t you disappear on us ? How can you call Nuri yours when you disappeared from his life. His and mine. I’m only here because I couldn’t let you and Yum-Jin go. How dare you.       Thoughts that don’t come to words. He’s terrified, his mouth opens, and barely anything comes out besides a shaking breath. Tears prick at his eyes - how he wants to cry. This is all wrong. None of this is right. He wants out. To run. To go home. Maybe a life alone would be better than this as his reality - he can hardly put it together in his mind.      “ Nuri’s with Do-Hyeon. ” It’s all he can manage to get out, almost sounding like a whimper. He’s not hiding the fear; no sense in it.

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     IT’S IN SILENCE Nam-Gi stares. The blood. It’s the blood that puts him off. The weapon, the knowledge that Nam-Gi is the survivor and Ji-Woon... Ji-Woon is the killer. What had he missed ? How could he have been this far off the mark ?       He’s nothing short of terrified - standing in complete silence with wide, fearful eyes.