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The Painting

Pairing : Jonghyun x female reader (there isn’t any pairing in it actually.)

Genres : Horror, angst,

Summary : The painting of the monstrous man had always enthralled you. But what if he was enthralled by you too?

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death,

Collab: This is for the Don't Breath collab hosted by @junjungsunwoo. Thank you for letting me take part. This is the first time I'm writing horror so I enjoyed! yeah it flopped

Collab description: In the town of Gongpo, there has been a series of deaths every last day of the month for the past 100 years. Every time the body was examined, the cause of death was always different. From stab wounds, to ripped limbs, to blood drained, what could have happened in the town? On the 31st of October 2021, horror stiked. The beautiful forest was on fire, buildings were being bombed and destroyed, and children were crying for their parents. People were killed left and right, by murderers, serial killers, and monsters. There were monsters roaming here in this town now, from zombies to banshees to even sirens, they were everywhere. There was no safe place here anymore.“Don’t talk, don’t look, don’t move, don’t breathe- unless you want them to find you.”

A/N: I don’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable with this story. Neither do I mean to insult Jonghyun in any way please don’t come at me. I’m sorry if you didn’t like the fic or it wasn’t scary enough. This is the first time I’m writing horror so it was a completely new experience for me. Big big thanks to my fic buddy @yukh3ic0re collab host @junjungsunwoo my babies @exoxobsession and @chaoticdreaminisode also my legendery unnie Mia @aquamarinenymph

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She stood in front of the painting, the same one she had stood before years ago.

It was tucked away in a corner hall of the museum.

No one wanted to see such a gruesome painting and so, it had to be kept away.

She remembered the first day she saw it.

She had been just five, cradled in her father's arms.

The print of the horrifying-looking man ripping human limbs had been scary, but something had attracted her to it.

And she came back there, again and again. First with her father, and then all alone when he had gotten tired of taking her there again and again, despite him warning her about it.

And she would have stared at the painting for more years to come hadn't it been for the rumour about their town.

A rumour which was unfortunately true.

Every last day of the month, people were killed.

Just one.

And each time, the cause of death was different.

And that ugly rumour had led the family to move away and she never saw that painting ever again.

But now she was back again after many years, but this time as a journalist ready to solve the mystery behind this.

She had waited eagerly for the whole week. Waiting for the last day of the month.

And now here she was back again, on the 31st of October, staring at the painting once more.

She hadn't meant to come here tonight. She had intended to stay in town and find out the mystery behind these horrors.

But something, something inside her had told her to come here first.

At first, she thought it was nostalgia.

But now she could only feel horror as she stood in the semi-darkness. She could feel the hair standing at the back of her neck as her stomach curled in fear.

The painting was still the same. Exactly the same.

But the monstrous man from the painting was missing.

And she could see him standing in the shadows of the corner of the room.

Taking a deep breath she turned around and began walking away, praying that she was just hallucinating and nothing more.

She walked towards the exit which was still many halls away, not daring to breathe.

She could only hear her footsteps and her thundering heart beat in the empty museum.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, she reached the last section of the museum, the Maze of Mirrors.

She hasn't been there in years, but trusting her memory of it which had been shoved in some corner of her mind, she walked into the Maze.

The first few turns were fine, and she was beginning to feel better.

She still remembered the right turns to the correct exit. Breathing normally now, she calmed herself down.

Surely she had been hallucinating? Yes that must be it-

She felt heart stop as she came to a cross road.

Through the mirrors she could see to her far right, standing in front of the turn she needed to take, the man from the painting.

He looked horrid.

Blood was splattered all over his clothes and he had a mad look in his eyes.

Still unable to breath, she took the left turn. She would figure out a detour later. Right now, she needed to escape from him.

She walked on, feeling the mirrors when she realised she came to a dead end.

Now her heart was pounding frantically.

Rubbing the sweat from her forehead, she tried collecting her thought.

Why had she come here? To solve the mystery right? If she freaked out like this, how could she solve it?

Turning back, she retraced her path once more.

Once she came back to the fork again, she carefully peered into the correct direction.

It was completely empty.

Slowly she walked through the mirrors for some time in complete silence, the only sound being her heart beat.

She sighed in relief as came closer to the exit.

Relief flooded her and out of happiness she turned sideways to look at her reflection.

A scream tore through her throat as she stumbled back in horror.

There, beside her reflection in the mirror, stood the man from the painting.

He grinned at her and she ran backwards, only to crash against a mirror.

She felt herself fall back, and she screwed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact.

But she never felt the pain of the glass. She felt herself hit the ground but she never felt the glass cut through her skin.

Before she could open her eyes, she heard an exploding sound followed by the sound of millions of glass mirrors shattering.

She screamed in panic and covered her head to protect herself but she couldn't feel a single shard of glass hitting her.

After some time the sound stopped. Slowly, she lowered her hand and opened her eyes.

She was sitting on a pool of broken glass.

The whole Maze of Mirrors had been destroyed completely and the man was gone once more.

Slowly, she picked herself up and looked around.

He was nowhere to be seen and amazingly, she was completely unhurt.

Not a single scratch was there on her body.

Looking around one last time, she ran towards the clear exit, this time not looking anywhere else.

Running out of the museum the first thing she noticed was the horrible burning smell reaching her nose.

Hoping it wasn't something serious, she kept running away from the museum. She kept running until she reached the main town square but now she had to stop to accept the horror in front of her eyes.

The city was in shambles. She could see the fire raging through the buildings, the smell of blood was too strong to be real, and in the far horizon she could see the whole forest had been set ablaze.

As the smoke stung her eyes, she could hear the police siren, drowning the screams of the people and cries of the children.

She could feel people bumping into her as the whole town was in a state of confusion.

Yet, she seemed to feel nothing. It was like she had gone numb with fear. She had gone so numb that she couldn't feel a thing.

What had happened? Wasn't it one person every month? How had the town turned into a replica of hell?

And then she saw him.

Her insides turned as fear gripped through her heart once more.

People were too busy to notice him. To notice the monstrous man from the painting had actually escaped from the painting.

Turning blindly she began running again. Her lungs were screaming from lack of oxygen because of all the smoke and her legs were hurting.

But all she knew was that she had to get away.

Get away from him as fast as she could.

Clearly, the man was after her.

She bolted down the road, the only destination in her mind being her home. And finally, after what felt like crossing thousands of miles, she reached her destination.

She fumbled with the key, her sweaty hands and panicked brain making things harder for her.

Finally, she managed to open the door and flew inside, slamming the door shut.

Her body crumpled to the ground, as she sat with her back against the door, panting hard. Her mind was rushing with thought; she couldn't think anything clearly.

What had happened? How had that even happened?

It seemed impossible.

And yet, here she was, being followed by the man in the painting.

Slowly, she got up despite the fact her legs were shaking from fear and from the amount she had just run.

Walking towards the kitchen, she grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down in one go, which helped her calm down her nerves.

It's your imagination. She kept saying.

But no matter how much she tried to drown away her thoughts, the memory of the night didn't seem to be going away.

Finally, she trudged herself up towards the first floor of her house, into her room, and put herself to bed.

She was still scared, she could hear her heart hammering.

Only she lived in the house, and it was so empty that the only sounds she could hear was the hammering of her heart. She dearly wished for someone to be with her, but after what she saw in the town she didn't dare to step out of the house either.

Lying there all alone, she realised something.

There was no safe place here anymore.

And she remembered what her father had told her about these last days of the month

Don’t talk, don’t look, don’t move, don’t breathe- unless you want them to find you.

Pulling the blankets all over her, she tried to get some sleep, convincing herself that she was shivering due to the October cold, and not because of her fear.

She was sure she had managed to drift off to sleep when she heard a sound.

It was a soft one, but it was unmistakably that of a footstep.

Her breathing hitched.

Footsteps? Was she imagining? It wasn't possible that someone had broken in, was it?

Slowly she got up, adrenaline rushing through her veins as she tried inhaling some deep breaths to calm herself down.

She crept out of her bed, stepping as quietly as she could and peeked out of her bedroom.

The house was pitch black and she couldn't see a thing.

I really am imagining things, she thought.

And right when she was going to turn back to her room, she heard the sound again, this time from the stairs.

She gulped.

She squinted through the dark, unable to see anyone and yet, she could unmistakably hear the creaking of the wooden stairs.

Slowly, she walked towards the stairs, switching on the lights. Yet, she was unable to see anyone.

Switching on the light she took one step down.

"H-Hello?" her voice was trembling with fear.

Again she heard the creaking sound, causing her to take another step down.

She continued down for a few steps, right until she could peek into the living room properly.

"Is anyone there?" she asked, feeling a bit bolder. She was sure she was safe in her home, that all of these had been just figments of imagination.

Then it came again.

This time behind her.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She gulped and she could swear she could feel someone's breath on her neck.

As slowly as she could, she turned back.

Her eyes met his, and a scream tore from her throat as he jumped on her.

She screwed her eyes shut as she felt his body make an impact with hers. They fell down the stairs and her head banged against the floor.

Pain flooded through her body before everything disappeared.

She woke up with a pounding headache; her eyes hurt even opening them.

Groggily, she looked around, and tried raising her hand but couldn't. Frowning, she looked down, and found out that she was chained to a chair.

She tried pulling at the chain, but it was tied too tightly.

"There's no point." she heard a voice say.

Panickedly, she searched for the sound of the voice, her heart hammering fast in her chest.

"I'm here." the voice came again, from somewhere in her front.

She squinted through the dark and finally he stepped out.

She gulped.

He looked the same. The twisted grin, the scarred face and the torn clothes.

"W-What do you want?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

He looked at her surprised. "What do I want? I want you. I want you Y/N."

She could only hear her heart hammering as all of a sudden she felt dizzy.

"But why?" she croaked. "Why me? I haven't done anything to you..."

"Jonghyun." he introduced himself. "And no. You haven't exactly done anything to me. But don't you love me?" he asked, coming closer this time.

He placed his bony fingers on her cheek and she flinched, feeling hot tears stream from her eyes.

"What- No! I don't love you!" she said, moving her head away from his touches.

He tsked.

"Of course you do. Why else would you come and stare at me every time?"

"I was five!" she screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks faster.

Why couldn't her neighbours hear her?

"Five or not, you surely understood my pain. Tell me Y/N, do you know how I ended up like this? Or why I kill people every month?" he asked, his voice too gentle now.

She closed her eyes shut until she felt his hands grip her jaws once more. She could feel his breath on her face, as he leaned in closer.

"Because I was ugly. They tortured me and tried to kill me because I was ugly. But do I deserve it?" he asked.

She didn't say anything and so his grip on her tightened. Quickly she nodded a no.

"Exactly. So they deserve death too, don't they?"

"B-But they didn't do anything to you." she sobbed.

He wiped the tears from her cheeks before beginning to speak again.

"Wrong, my love." he whispered. His hands slowly moved downwards and they stopped on her neck.

She gulped.

"Please spare me." she croaked, as more tears came rushing out of her eyes.

She was going to die. She knew it.

"I'm going to spare you. I'm not going to kill you. But I'll make you see a better life."

Before the words had even left his mouth his hands tightened on her neck incredibly fast, crushing her windpipe.

She tried kicking him as she struggled to take in air, but she was tied too tightly.

Everything started turning black, she was dimly aware of Jonghyun's smiling face disappearing...

All of a sudden it became clearer, yet everything else in their background was dimming.

She could even breathe again.

When she looked up at him again, she realised something.

He was right.

She wasn't dead.

Her mind, she knew, was working differently.

But one thing was for sure.

She would punish everyone with Jonghyun.

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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