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so in the idol au, all 3 of us have our own separate bedrooms, and our own separate habits, of course. i think our beloved stalker has long since made a game of memorizing every habit we have.

every part of our bedtime routines, especially. what time we usually brush our teeth, which of us falls asleep first, which of us is most likely to wake up if they hear something... he knows all of it by heart.

and so, he knows exactly what time haoyu pops in his headphones to listen to music in his room, knows that andromeda's a light sleeper so he has to slip past her door extra carefully to not alert anyone, and knows that you've juuust dozed off as he silently cracks your door.

and, well. haoyu and andromeda have, of course, spilled one or two of your secrets in an attempt to escape their own demise at his hands, so... he's more than aware of how much you like his knives. he's touched by it, really; he's already started looking into pretty ones to gift us. but... looking down at you sleeping so peacefully, biting his lip with an excited little grin and a manic glow to his eyes, that's not what he's here for tonight.

you rouse slowly, as you subconsciously feel a weight carefully settle over your hips. it's almost comforting, really. you're tempted to drift back into rem sleep, right before you feel something gently cover your mouth, another something cool touching your neck. your consciousness drifting back to you, you blearily open your eyes.

and lohen's hand clasps more firmly over your mouth as you inhale to shriek.

"shhh, now now, kitty, don't scream. you don't want to wake the others, do you?" his voice is low, barely above a whisper. you register the knife pressed to your throat, the way he's straddling you, the way your door is unlocked. you were so sure you locked it...?

a slow, lovesick, sadistic grin spreads across his face at the nervous look in your eyes and the blatant blush across your face, dreamily illuminated by some fairy lights across the room. "i considered drugging you again, but... well. i figured i'd be nice. what was it you said, hmm? "i want to be awake so i can feel it"?"

(we might've spilled about more than just the knives. so sorry about that!)

cel.ees.