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This is my story of how my long time childhood friend had broken and taken control of me..

AFTERNOON - 12:00 pm

My mother told me we were moving to south korea after a incident that happen back in our hometown. "Dear, did you pack everything you need?" My mom ask me upstairs while i was packing upstairs in my bedroom. "Almost done, mom! Just give me a minutes!" I shout at her downstairs.

"Okay. Just finish up so we can leave early and won't miss our flight, okay?" I said yes and continue packing, my bedroom gives me memories before everything was broken. My old books whom my dad used to read me to sleep, my toys he gifted me, everything around it remind me of him. I finish packing and sling my bag in my both shoulder as i go to the door, I took a one last look at my bedroom before saying: "Goodbye old memories.."

I close the door and go upstairs to find my mom with suit case ready, "Mom, I'm ready." My mom look at me and smile before kneeling down to caress my cheeks.

"Good. Look at you, your almost look like your father.. I know it must been hard to lose your father but you must stay strong just like him." She wasn't wrong, i have always been look like my dad, a caring father, a loving husband just like me but I'm not like him. I'm different.

It didn't take long for us to get to the airport to flee in south korea to start a new life. A new memories. A new school.

We move to a neighborhood, the house was simple but its enough for us, for my mom. "Honey, go unpack upstairs to your new room and help me here, okay?"

I nodded and go upstairs to my new bedroom, inside was a small bed and a nightstand at the left side with a small window too, a desk and a chair in the right side beside it was small closet, i took a deep breath and started to unpack.

After i finish i go downstairs to find my mom unpacking, so i helped her while unpacking i could sense someone watching me, i look at the windows but no one is there. I didn't think of it and continue unpacking, 'Its probably my imagination since I'm not used to being new in our new house..' i thought to my mind.

Evening came, the sun came down meaning its almost night day. In the kitchen my mom is cooking to give some on our neighborhood next door as a way to be good with them, i wanted to laugh at it but i held my urge of it. Mom don't know it but not every people is nice and very welcoming, there all sick and asshole to get what they want.

"Can you give this to them, honey? After you come back we have dinner." I wanted to refuse but i didn't want to make my mom get angry so i took it and left the house, the neighborhood house was quiet as if no one is there. I wanted to leave but it be a waste to throw my mom cooking.

I knock, silence, i knock again, silence. I groan, 'what the hell? Is no one here? Mom said there is someone here. Ugh, I'm leaving. This just a waste of time.' I turn to leave but suddenly a voice spoke up.

"Who is it?"

A girl voice. "Your new neighborhood, we live next door." I told whoever is in there, the door open and a little girl was inside, same age as me?

"My parents aren't home yet.." What kind of a parents leave their only daughter alone in a house, well not my problem but this girl.. has a small bandages in her cheek as if she was hit..

"My mom cooks a food as to welcome us to you, i guess? It's kimchi." I told her as to not make things awkward. "I'm not hungry."

"Why? Look at yourself, you look like you haven't eaten." her body is fragile.. Skinny.. She hasn't eaten..? "Why do you care." Her voice look like it's normal but i can sense she mad for questioning her. "Just one bite and i leave." She look at me as to confirm what i said. "I meant what i said, if you took a one bite i will leave, i promise." she looks down before nodding and took it, she took one and eat it.

After chewing and swallowing, she look at me and said. "It's good." I smile a little. "That's good, then as promise i will take my leave now. Goodbye." As i turn away, she suddenly hold my wrist, it made me suprise, i slowly turn to question why she stop me but before i could say anything. She spoke up first. "Can you stay until i finish this..?" I wanted to go home but its boring being in home so i nodded and we took a sit at their porch stairs.

NIGHT - 7:00 pm

After dinner i came back to her to intertain her while waiting for her parents. "Your parents sure take a while to get home." She stays silence and so am i.

After silence, i decided to speak first. "What's your name?" I ask her, she turns to me blank and empty. "We been hangout for 5 days and haven't said our names so i would like to know yours."

She stays silence and said. "I'm Baek Ah-Jin, 9 years old." She said in no emotion. "I'm Kim Ashlyn, 9 years old too." I smiled as i stared at her. For the first time i didn't have a one friend, But now i have one.

But meeting her was my biggest regret.

PRESENT

I transferred to Singwang High School to continue my study in south korea, After my mom insisted on moving back at our hometown when i was 10 years old. I haven't heard anything of Baek Ah-Jin nor what she doing, is her parents still abusing her? Was she eating well? I don't know. I don't know anything.

After i got to class, i avoided the stares. Can they just find someone else to look at? I took a sit beside the window, I arm cross in the desk and put my head to take a nap to lose time.

After an minutes has past, someone was twirling my hair, i look up and saw.. Her.

Baek Ah-Jin, my long time childhood friend, she was wearing the same uniform, a white shirt and a dark blue skirt except she wearing a black jacket. "Ah-Jin?" I said her name as i hadn't said it in a long time. She only smile and whisper to my ear. "Meet me at the rooftop after class." she turns away and left the classroom.

I couldn't believe it.. My childhood friend i never thought i would never again was infront of me, And was asking to meet up at the rooftop? For what reason? I will only know it if i go there.

Class started as i expected the lesson was easy but my mind is still thinking something. After class was over, I took the stairs to the rooftop and there i found her looking at the edge of the building. "It's been a while, Ashlyn." The way she said my name was intimate. "Yea, it has." Silence. "Look I know you must be mad because i left all of the sud-" I was cut off by her. "No no, I'm not mad at you."

That took me by suprise, I was expecting her to be mad, She turn around to face me and there i saw a bandages in her cheeks just like the same i saw back in our childhood.

"Ah-Jin, Your cheek.. What happened to it..? Did your parents.." She shake her head saying its a no. "Don't worry about me. You know i was angry that you moved away.." I wanted to reply but i let her continue, "But I'm not mad at you." She added, "Your own mother took you away from me. My friend whom i always wanted.." Me? She always wanted me? What does that mean..? She took step closer to me as our breasts touch. "Now that your here, I can finally have you again. All to my myself."

"What do you mea-" I was cut off when she press her lips on mine, i froze as my hands froze too. She slide her tongue inside my mouth making me gasp, i didn't know what to do in that situation but suddenly she bit my lips making me push her away.

"What the hell, Ah-Jin! Why did you bit me!" I shouted at her while touching my lips that is now bruised and bloody. She only smirks and put her both hands behind her back. "You have a boyfriend back in your hometown, am i right?"

Huh? How does she know that? "You might be wondering, How did i find out? Well it was easy considering your friends with Le-Na." Le-Na was my friend in Instagram, the one who first talk to me, the one attends the same school as me but didn't mention anything of Baek Ah-Jin. Ah-Jin continue. "So, after i know it, i decided to stalk your instagram too and there i saw that you had a boyfriend but it didn't end well, didn't it?" She giggle as if its normal conversation between a childhood friend.

"So, i bit you, to mark you as mine."

'She mine to break. She is mine to destroy. Everything of her is mine.' Baek Ah-Jin thought in mind.

"We are.. Already broken.." I lift my white shirt and on my stomach was a bruise, i got from my mom. The reason was, I told my mom i wanted to go back to south korea but she refuse, so i decided to sneak out but i was caught. And i saw her got angry at me and abused me. She told me she was sorry but i didn't know what to say to her.

Ah-Jin didn't look suprise instead she hugs me. "We really are meant to be together. A two broken soul, hugging one another." I don't know anymore.

I don't know what happened but ah-jin had me pinned me in one of the desk in a empty classroom that wasn't used. She slid her finger under my skirt. "Your getting wet, aren't you?" I don't know what to say anymore, she push my panties aside and slowly slide in one finger.

I gasp, covering my mouth in my hand. Her one finger start to thrust and again until she puts another. It made feel weak in knee. What is this.. Why am i feeling this way..

Ah-jin then unbutton my shirt a little, pushing up my bra before sucking my breast.

"Ah! Ah-Jin, This is weird. Please stop.." Please make it stop.. Stop..

"No, I want you."

She said something but i didn't hear it. She didn't stop instead she continue on her things on me until i felt something coming on me. "Something is coming..!" She pulls away in my breast "That is your first orgasm." She told me. "My what- Ahh!" I came, i breath not from this but glad it was over.

She then hug me, gripping tightly as if i disappears again. I couldn't help but hug her. I wasn't scared any of her.

We couldn't be fix. Our childhood. Our school life. Our parents are asshole.

If me and her are both crazy and pyschopath then I don't care anymore. Even if i regret meeting her. The truth is I regret not killing her that day...

TIMESKIP

"Are you ready, Ashlyn?" Ah-Jin ask me, the two of us are wearing a elegant dress. After a long time ago, we became actress but i didn't want it, But Ah-Jin forced me into being one.

We step out of the car and cameras flash on both side. I hate it.

"Let's just get this over with it." I said, annoyed at the crowd, Ah-Jin held one of my hand and smile because she got what she wanted, being on top of her career as a actress especially me..

Yea maybe this is where we belong together. On this world of hell.

Fin

A/N: The story felt rush especially the smut part and the ending too😭 i could't think of anything for the story to be longer😓

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Today, as you sit against the headboard and stare at him, your habitually empty face gazes upon him with an odd sort of disgust. He breathes, slow and deep, dreaming.

Do you know what 'Kenjaku' means?

For the Buddhist, it is a lasso which ropes stray spirits. The catching and binding of souls. To save them.

Sometimes, when the room goes eerily quiet, and when the wind whistles silently through like it's begging to be noticed, and when his heartbeats slows into relaxation...you can see something erratic in nature trying to escape. His bones appear to move beneath flesh. And his heart rate spikes up again, bumping and bumping about by his lungs. And he shifts, struggling against his slimy, pale skin. And his lips quiver, as if trying to mumble.

Suguru Geto tries very, very hard to mumble. And when you look so horribly upon the man before you, Suguru looks back somehow, you know he can, underneath all that flesh, and heart, and skin, and lips, and he tries very, very hard to escape.

A soul.

Caught.

Waiting to be freed—

"You stare relentlessly."

You continue to blink your eyes at him. The movement beneath his skin has been subdued. You are alone with its shadow.

"I wish you would die."

Kenjaku huffs out a laugh, opening his eyes to see you, the polite frown of distaste on your mouth as the words leave your tongue. He blinks too, testing. He pats the bed softly, encouraging you to lie and sleep with the beast. He looks very much like Suguru when he does that, their expressions so very close in nature.

Still. Not quite close enough.

You let out a slow breath, hand resting over his before it squeeeezes, just shy from being too tight of a grip. "I wish I could take your brain...and feed it to the immortal birds that have watched you sin…time and time again." You tap his hand, sliding it upon his face and reaching for the stitch marks across your old lovers forehead. Your voice lowers to some sweet whisper, something breathy that doesn't exactly reach that dead skin of his. "Would you let me?"

"You know, I could eat you whole—"

"I've been asking you to. Haven’t I?”

He makes a perverted face, one that is tender in impossible sorts of ways. He takes your wrist without a need for strength, kissing along it gently. His lips are cold and dry, but they look like Suguru's in the winter time, when you'd begged him to wear chapstick or lick your Burts Bees off of your lips. You wonder if the body next to you remembers that too, like he seems to remember everything other virtue and vice from before. You wonder if he thinks about that pomegranate smell, or the sticky feeling of your lipgloss remnants. The memory is somewhere very deep in the back of his mind, and very close in the forefront of yours. The memory, like everything else of fate, has kept you both miles apart from each other.

"Do you imagine him when you ask me?" His tongue glides along the warm and lively vein of your forearm—he is jealous, you think, of this warmth, and these veins, and the fact that you breathe differently than he does. His breathing is rehearsed. It is fake, a lie. Yours is necessary, almost dangerously so. Yours is very easily taken away, especially when he bites down softly upon the skin of your bicep. "Do you imagine his head between your thighs—"

"I hate you."

"The bites against your neck—"

"Kill yourself."

"The way he ate your home cooked meals all those days he couldn't bring his weak body to stand from his bed—"

Your hands are quick to wrap around the man's neck, straddling him and staying firm, precise fingers curling into the soft and fragile skin that sits there, waiting so impatiently to dissipate and deteriorate from existence. Your face is blank again, it has been for years now, and you wait for the smallest sign of life that you know will never come. You use every bit of strength you have, imagining your fingers sucking into meat and muscle, tickling bone marrow and the thick liquid of blood. It makes your heart race like something terrible, like something very evil. And you had never been evil, you’d thought. But Suguru had never been evil either. Perhaps he had been wrong. Perhaps he had been confused, hurt. Perhaps he had been overwhelmed with the suddenly volume of pointlessness that the world had to offer.

But never evil.

Kenjaku smiles.

He smiles so fucking lovingly.

His hands reach up to squeeze yours hips, rubbing softly upon your bare skin, nodding delicately. He looks like someone you know just then. Someone you loved very dearly, maybe too much. Suguru's face is looking up at you, you're staring at it and hoping that the life fades from his eyes despite the slow shattering of your heart in its cage. And Kenjaku knows that, he always knows who's loved and who isn't. The ones who are loved are much more fun, he'd once admitted, the ones who are loved fight more. But there is hardly any fight left in this dead man's soul, hardly anything left of his at all. Still, that expression, something about it freezes you up. Your fingers loosen without meaning to.

Somehow, even with your body atop of his, and your hands at the arteries of demise, he seems to have the upper hand.

Well, how do you kill a body that's already dead anyway?

There really is no point in crying, and yet, it's almost impossible not to. He raises himself into a seated position, pulling you into his cold arms, and shushing. This particular movement frightens you, it always does, because your nights always seem to end like this. He coos against your temple, rubbing your back and trapping you into his embrace, humming softly to calm you. The tune he hums is familiar, a song that he probably shouldn't know, but does anyway. And rocks you from side to side, one hand slipping beneath your shirt for some sort of skin-to-skin, and the other pressing your head into the crook of your neck to stop you from crying any longer.

And it's working, you think you're more upset that it actually works on you.

The world is ending because of the man beneath you, and here, he's holding you like a baby, and you're letting him, because what else can you do?

Kill him?

No.

Not only because you can't.

But because his eyes are someone else's.

"Why won't you just die?" you manage to sputter into his chest, squeezing at your now wet shirt. "Please, just let him die. You’re ruining his body. You’re dirtying him up. Please. That's all that I'm asking—I'd do anything, anything you want if you just let him go." You lift your head up quickly, wiping your face like a toddler so that your eyes aren't blurry, so that you can look at him clearly. "You can have my body. You can have my brain instead—you said you liked being able to make children! You said—God, your fucking womb envy—you said the boy you created, how spectacular it was, how extraordinary! You could use me! You could use me all you want—hell, I'll kill myself now and let you do it right here!"

"Stupid child—"

"I'm not stupid!" You shove at his chest despite his firm and steady grip on your arms, trying to free yourself like some rabid animal. "I'm not stupid, you're a thief! You took him from us, from me! Take me! Me, please, me, take me and release him! You don't need him anymore, I know you don't need him. I'm just as good as him—I can be perfect for you! I would do anything you ask, without fighting, without resistance. I could be perfect."

Kenjaku shakes his head and it shuts you up almost entirely. "Dead people are perfect. No resistance at all."

"Suguru resists—I've seen him resist—"

"And you see it less and less everyday, don't you?" He tilts his head at you, brows in question. His hands slide up to reach your face, holding your head in his palms gracefully and then with that same firm and serious caress. "Do you know what I really need from you, little dove?" He holds your shaking head, forcing it to nod. "I need you...to stay right here. And to stay for a long time."

His fingers tap against your cheeks as he stares across your face, examining the figure before him. You have always fascinated him, he always says that and means it. You wouldn't know why, he'd always seem to leave that part out, but he'd kept you around when you had no real plans of leaving. And he frequently sat before you, just to watch, just to explore and inspect.

"I have...ideas," he grins. "Plans. For this new world. We're not so sure what it'll look like, with all the useless monkeys gone, and humanity at its absolute highest potential. But I think we will need more experimentation."

He lifts one finger to press against your heart, his nail creating a faint line upon your skin. It burns, just slightly, before he reels it back, sighing. "This...intrigues me. Yours specifically. I would like to know more about it. Without...ripping it out of your body and seeing for myself."

He smiles again. "Yet."

The room is silent again. Cold, and gross, and void of life in every way possible. You suppose to only actually living thing is you, and even that part seems to dwindle. Kenjaku tries very hard to keep you going, keep you in tact, but he never really has the same affect as Suguru used to. His trying is often in vain.

And yet. You're still here.

Living with some ghost.

"You'll sleep." He nodded demandingly, lifting you up and placing you beside him, burying you both beneath the covers. He places his palm against your chest, where your heart still beats fiercely, lying down comfortably beside you. "You'll give me one more day."

He always says that. Your nights always ends like this.

How many days had it been?

He drifts off into slumber at the sound of your steady breathing.

You wait patiently for Suguru to poke out from beneath him. To replace the figure next to you.

But it's just a ghost.

well hello friends :)

more of my jjk stuff because the third season hurt me terribly.

there will be more parts because I really like this sort of plot line, but they will most likely be the same length and may alternate between the reader's past relationship with suguru and her current "relationship" with kenjaku. let me know if you guys are liking this idea!

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