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Dead by Daylight - Killer Kiss

Pop star Sunshine’s first night in Seoul does not go the way anyone could have planned. Unable to rest, she slips from her hotel, and walks right into a horror movie... With a face she really should have recognized as her murderous ‘co-star’...

AKA I wrote another Trickster x OC fic and I’m not ashamed of it. You might remember Sunshine here from the other fic I wrote. Well, I got hit with this plot bunny a few months ago, and I liked it a hell of a lot. So I wrote it... got stuck on it... and finished it last night. Not entirely pleased with the ending, but, fuck it. It’s done

Side note: I half-invented a song for Trickster for this, complete with Korean lyrics. I do not speak Korean so I have no idea how well it works. Please correct me if you see any errors

CW: a lot of blood, Trickster being a scary boy, mild sexual content on the dubcon level, ask to tag if I missed anything

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Seoul and its people were so beautiful, it made her feel a little insecure. Not a new feeling, just a new reason for it. Fuel for her music, her producer would chirp, and the woman wasn't wrong. But it still got exhausting sometimes.

They'd made it to the hotel without any fuss or fanfare. For the first time in months, Sunshine walked from a car into a building without seeing a single camera flash. No one knew she was here, somehow, except for the people that needed to know. Secrecy was the most important thing, she'd been told. No one could know anything.

Yeah, she was used to that.

Outside her hotel window, the city glittered, electric stars reflected by glass and steel. She sat at the table, hands folded together, staring at the view. Well past midnight now. Wasn't jet lag keeping her awake tonight. The tea she made to soothe her nerves had gone cold.

He'd texted her thirty minutes ago.

Hey, Sunshine! It's Ji-Woon. How was your trip? I bet you're asleep but I'm too excited, I had to say hi. I can't wait to work with you ❤️

She didn't text back. She was supposed to be asleep, after all. But how could anyone sleep? Her first real collaboration with another artist. Her first time working with someone else on a song. Taking a ride on the Korean Wave, with one of its most infamous solo artists.

"He's really cute," her agent said with a grin. "You should look him up."

Sunshine did not look him up. If she did, she'd lose what little courage she had left.

"Fuck it," she mumbled, tossing the phone back on the table. Pushing away from the table, Sunshine stood and stretched her arms over her head. Two am, the clock read. No one would know if she slipped out. She needed to do something. She needed to stop thinking.

Black facemask. Black cap over ponytail. Red hoodie. Blue jeans. Unrecognizable.

Into the city she disappeared.

---

It took her two seconds too long to realize she'd stepped in blood.

"Oh, God--"

Sunshine recoiled, her hand covering her mouth. She'd ducked into an alley to avoid a crowd. One thing led to another, and she found herself in an empty building, walking right into a horror movie. The trail of blood led further inside.

She needed to call the police. Her fingers scrambled for her phone.

A warm hand wrapped around her wrist from behind.

"What's a cute little lady like you doing out here all by yourself?" A smooth voice said in Korean, and Sunshine regretted everything that led to this. Developing an interest in kpop, learning the language for fun - If she hadn't she'd never have been invited to work with Trickster - would never be in this situation.

"Don't you know it's dangerous to walk around alone after dark?" The man continued. An arm wrapped around her stomach.

"Let me go!" She shouted back at him.

"A tourist?" He said in audible surprise, in English. A hand shoved her back. Sunshine stumbled forward, hitting the dirty ground. "Somebody sure got lost tonight."

Sunshine rolled over to look at the man. Her mouth went dry. She didn't see the fashionable clothes, just the blood on them, and on the smirking face that looked down at her. And on the bat. The horrifying, slasher movie weapon bat.

She scrambled backwards.

"Take it easy, sweetheart." His long legs followed her, the bat dragging on the ground beside him. "Don't be scared. How about I give you a tour of my beautiful city? I bet once you see it for yourself…"

He raised the bat. Smacked the palm of his other hand with it. His grin twisted.

"You'll never want to leave," he said.

A grim certainty washed over her. I need a weapon, Sunshine thought.

Already back on her feet, she ran. The man laughed behind her, and heavy footsteps followed her down into the building.

I need a weapon, she thought again. Sunshine dodged past the blood stains - she didn't want to see where those led - and kept moving. Whoever owned the building was remodeling it. Walls knocked down, empty spaces where objects used to be, dust on the floor kicking up as she ran past. She gasped for air behind the mask.

Behind her, the man began to sing.

"Mannaseo ~ bangawoyo~ eodi gase~eyo?~"

Seriously? She thought. He's one of Trickster's fans? What a fucked up coincidence. She came to Seoul to collaborate with the man, and now she might die at the hands of one of his fanboys.

"Shut up!" She shouted over her shoulder. Sunshine turned a corner.

"Oh, you shut up, you little bitch." There wasn't a trace of anger in his voice.

She grit her teeth and turned another corner in the long hallway. The rooms opened wide, exposing fresh painted walls, and empty door frames. Staircase in the middle of the room, untouched by the renovation. If the upper floors weren't safe, she could die anyway. Was it worth trying to go up?

Her gaze landed on it, where it lay at the foot of the stairs. A pipe. A weapon. Sunshine sprinted for it.

Behind her, the man continued to sing.

"Mannaseo~ bangawoyo~ Jebal, na-egeseo domangchiji ma~"

Pipe in hand, Sunshine turned.

"You think you're funny, singing that?" She snapped.

From the shadows of the hallway, the man stepped out. The bat hung over his shoulder, his lazy steps echoing through the room.

"What?" He shrugged, tossing her a smug smile. "I thought it worked just fine. Little Red and the Wolf - you and me, all alone - don't you think it fits?"

Trickster… Ji-Woon made a lot of songs. Sweet Little Red was one of many, one of his singles, actually. Despite the unconventional sound, it got pretty popular. It was one of the songs her agent played to get her on board with the idea.

"You stay away from me," Sunshine said, backing up.

He sighed, rolled his eyes, still smiling, and stepped forward.

"Mannaseo bangawoyo," he said. "Eodi gaseyo?"

Nice to meet you. Where are you going? Language far too informal for strangers. At least he wasn't talking to her like a child.

"What's your name?" He said. "Why are you here in my hometown?"

She backed up a few more steps.

"Jill Cortez," she said, gripping the pipe tight. "I'm here on a business trip with my family."

He raised his eyebrows. "Does your daddy know his little girl is wandering Myeongdong at three am?"

Her eyes narrowed, her knuckles turned white.

"Nobody needs to know everything I do," she said.

"Mm-hmm," he said. He lifted the bat from his shoulder, and placed the wide end of it on the ground. He leaned on it with both hands.

"You know what I'm going to do to you, right?" He said.

"You're not gonna do anything to me," Sunshine said. "I won't let you."

The man laughed. A strand of dyed hair fell in his face, and he pushed it back behind his ear.

"And how are you going to stop me, Little Red?" He said. "Your daddy isn't here to protect you, and his money isn't gonna save you either."

Like my father would've helped me in the first place, Sunshine thought.

"I don't need either of those. I just need to be faster than you."

He grinned. "Well, then." The man pushed up off the bat and lifted it off the floor. "Start running."

She didn't need to be told twice.

They'd worked more on this part of the building. There were doors now, buckets of paint and tarp laying haphazard on the floor. The mask pressed against her lips. Sunshine ripped it off and shoved it in the pocket of her hoodie. Fuck anonymity, she couldn't die like this.

"Mannaseo~ bangawoyo~," his voice echoed around her. "Little Red, sweet Little Red, Bad Wolf-ya naneun neol gidaligo iss-eossda~"

She'd really liked that song before tonight. It was so catchy and dark. It made her think of her own music, dark and melodic and nothing like what was supposed to be on the radio. If she survived this, she'd never be able to listen to it again.

If I'm going to survive this, she thought, I need to kill him first.

… Yeah, that wasn't happening. But maybe a hard enough hit with the pipe would make this bad wolf reconsider his hunt.

The door up ahead had been left open. Sunshine ran for it and let the darkness of the room swallow her.

At the sound of the door slamming behind her, the man stopped singing.

"Playing a little game with me, Red?" He tsked. "I think you're gonna regret that. I'm the one who does the tricking around here."

She held her breath, and the pipe. This was not going to work.

"Now, what's that American phrase?" His footsteps closed in. "Let's see what's behind door number one!"

The door swung open. His figure stepped inside. He scanned the darkness.

Sunshine struck.

He let out a yell of pain. His free hand gripped the back of his head.

"Bitch!" He shouted. Sunshine took off. "You fucking-"

His footsteps pounded behind her. Faster than before. He'd just been playing with her. Something gripped her ponytail. Sunshine screamed.

He said something in Korean but she didn't catch it. The only sound she heard was the flesh of her back hitting the wall. Long fingers wrapped around her neck, cold metal pressed against her skin.

Sunshine's eyes refused to open from where they grit shut with pain. That's a knife, she thought. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.

The man did nothing, but his body heaved with his breath against her. His hand loosened.

"Oh," he said.

She didn't open her eyes.

"You're… cute," he said.

It took her a moment. Her eyes opened.

He was pretty cute himself, now that she had this good a look at him. A handsome face, one that now looked at her with an expression she didn't recognize.

It took her a moment to speak.

"Wh-what?"

He tilted his head. "What did you say your name was again?"

"J-Jill," she said. "Cortez. I'm from-"

The hand unfolded from around her neck and a cool finger pressed against her lips. She flushed, stomach turning.

A small smile rested on his face but in his eyes, darkness flowed.

"Jill," he said. She didn't like the way he said her real name. "Jill…"

His smile widened. A knee pressed between her legs, and she glanced down, blood draining from her face.

"If I let you go," he said, "are you going to talk?"

Her gaze snapped back up to him.

"To who?" She asked.

"Anyone. The police. Your daddy. The man selling you coffee. Are you going to tell them about the Big Bad Wolf who almost ate you up?"

Is he doing what I think he's doing? She thought. Is he offering me a deal?

"Of course not," she said, voice soft. "No one would believe me. I'd probably get in trouble for leaving my hotel."

No one was supposed to know.

"So you'll be a good girl, then?" He ran his thumb over her cheek, and she shivered.

"I don't want to die," she said.

"Nobody does," he said, gentle and sweeter than honey. "But if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you. I know you don't want that, do you?"

She swallowed.

"No," she said.

The knife pulled away from her throat. He tucked it away, and from another pocket, pulled out his cell phone. After fiddling with it using his thumb, he raised it to her lips.

"Say it," he said.

"Are you blackmailing me?" Sunshine asked.

"Tell me you'll be a good girl and won't tell anyone what you've seen."

Evidence for a trial, she thought. So he can screw me over if I turn him in.

"I won't tell anyone," she said, making eye contact. "No one will ever know."

The man licked his lips, and pulled the phone away. A few presses to the screen, and he tucked it away in his pocket.

"Now wasn't that easy?" He said, the smile returning to his face. "You know, for someone who gave me so much trouble, you can be a very good girl. Who would have thought?"

The cool back of his fingers brushed over her cheek. Sunshine shuddered, looking away from him towards the darkness of the end of the hall.

"What are you going to do to me now?"

"Hmm."

The man's fingertips slid down over her cheek, down her jaw. Down her throat. Anxiety fluttered in her gut.

His eyes stared at her with hunger she could feel.

His fingers brushed over the curves of her breasts.

His knee pressed up between her legs, hard. Sunshine arched.

She looked down, tried to, but he pressed against her, one hand curling around the curve under her hoodie. The other rested on her hip, his thumb slipping under the fabric to stroke her bare skin. He was all she could see, all she could feel.

There's no one I could tell even if I wanted to, she thought.

Sunshine looked at the stranger, but could only focus on his grin.

He doesn't even know who I am, she thought.

The leg pressing into her bounced. Her body lifted up onto its toes. He did it once, twice, again-

"I'm going to let you go," he said.

His hand traveled back up, goosebumps blooming under his touch, and cupped her chin. He lifted her head, and Sunshine let him do it.

"But," he said, "if I ever see you again?" He smiled. "You're mine."

Her stomach churned. Please don't turn into a stalker, she thought. Please just leave me and Ji-Woon alone.

"Got it?" He said.

She nodded.

"Good."

The man stepped away, but his hand still grasped her shoulder. His smile never faded.

"Let me be a real man and escort you out of here," he said.

"Are you going to follow me to my hotel?" Sunshine said, voice tight.

"I bet I'm better than any man you've met back home," he continued.

She squinted her eyes at him. He just smiled, sweet and mocking.

"Come on," he said. "Let's go."

Sunshine didn't fight. She let him pull her away from the wall. He picked up the bat off the floor, his fingers dragging down her arm as he reached for it. When he straightened, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"I bet you have a lot of questions," he said, the bat scraping against the floor behind them.

"Are you a murderer?" She asked, lips numb.

"I'm an artist," he said. "I make beautiful things out of ugly people."

Christ, Sunshine thought. He's fucked up.

"Why would you do that?"

"Isn't it my responsibility to bring beauty to the world?" He looked down at her, and she winced. This man was at least a foot taller than her. "Not all of us can be as lovely as you are."

Sunshine looked to the ground, pulse quickening.

"That's why I'm not going to kill you," he said. "Your existence makes the world better. And mine, through it. Maybe I'm selfish that way. You don't mind, do you?"

She tried to swallow down a whimper. She failed.

"And anyway," he said. His voice lowered into a purr. “I like the way they scream.”

She shuddered.

“It’s almost like performing on stage!” He said, voice brightening again. “But the audience and the performers are one in the same.”

Sunshine didn’t look up, her lips pressing together so tight, they hurt.

They stepped past the trail of blood, out into the night.

“Hey,” he said. The man stopped, stepped in front of her. His grip on her shoulder didn’t relax, even as his other hand cupped her chin. “You aren’t going to forget, right?”

With a twitch, she stared at him.

“Forget?” How could she forget something like this?

“Not all this,” he gestured with his head towards the building. “Me. You aren’t going to forget me, are you?”

“I -” Sunshine gaped. A chill coated her heart. If she answered wrong, would he kill her anyway?

“No,” she said. “No, I could never-”

“Not like this,” he said, and his eyes - they were yellow, he was wearing contacts - burned. “You’ll try and forget me, if you just leave it like this.”

He smiled.

“But you’re going to remember. I know how to make you remember.”

His eyes, burning yellow, focused on her lips. Sunshine’s stomach flipped, eyes widening.

The man’s arms slipped around her as he leaned down. His eyes closed. Hers did too.

Of course, she’d been kissed before. Of course, she’d had boyfriends. Of course, she’d done a few music videos. Kisses were just part of the job, like drugs were to other people.

This killer’s kiss couldn’t have been any different from those. His tongue burned in her mouth, he tasted like copper and cinnamon. Sunshine clenched her hands together, shut her eyes tighter, and her body lit up electric in a dozen places. What was she supposed to do, with her arms trapped, her mouth trapped, her life in the hands of a maniac?

She kissed back.

When they pulled away, Sunshine looked him in the eye. Something in them told her what she already needed to know. It was too late.

He let go. Stepped back away from her, putting his bat on his shoulder. The man licked his lips, opened them to speak, then smiled and looked away, shaking his head. Without a word, he waved his hand at her, blew her a kiss, and retreated back into the darkness of the building.

Sunshine ran.

At her hotel, she scrubbed the blood on her hoodie in the bathroom sink until the entire thing had been soaked through. She wouldn’t be able to explain it to her manager. Putting it in the trash was too risky, she shoved it in a plastic bag and hid it in her luggage. She’d find a way to get to a laundromat somewhere on her own. Her jeans followed. Her shoes were the worst, but she couldn’t get rid of those as easily. Sunshine washed them best she could, spilled her cold tea on them, and washed them again. If anyone asked, she spilled her drink.

Sleep did not come. She thought it’d never come again.

---

Her stomach didn’t settle. Breakfast didn’t sit right. Her agent’s grin bounced around in her mind’s eye.

“Have you looked him up?” She kept asking. “You really should look him up.”

No, she wasn’t going to look him up. Her eyes stayed glued to the news app on her phone. What was she waiting for? An announcement about a body? Would that even make the news to this level? They would have to know she’d been there, would have seen the shoeprints in the blood. It didn’t matter if she didn’t talk, somehow they’d know she was there.

Her career was ruined - if not by the police, then by the maniac she’d encountered by chance.

The tears never came, however. When they arrived at their destination, Sunshine put her phone down, and her smile on. Whatever the future held, it was time to impress.

And impress she did. Yu-Jin, Ji-Woon’s producer, seemed pleased, at least.

“I see why Ji-Woon was so enthusiastic about meeting you,” she said as they walked down the hall. “You’ve been all he can talk about for the past few weeks.”

Sunshine looked away from her agent’s smug grin. She hadn’t even returned Ji-Woon’s text yet, poor bastard. Did he think she hated him? Would he be disappointed in her? A bad way to start off a business partnership - friendship was probably out of the question.

“I’ve been very nervous,” she allowed herself to say. “I’ve seen nothing but good things about him. And his music…”

Yu-Jin smiled, though it tensed at the edges.

“Ji-Woon is good with people. He’s one of our best for a reason.” She turned to Sunshine’s agent. “By the way, could I have a word with you? Ms. Sunshine, if you don’t mind sitting here for a moment…” Sunshine nodded. “It’s fine.”

She sat on the couch indicated by the woman, and watched as the other two vanished behind a door. With a sigh, she leaned back, and let the tension ease from her shoulders. First meetings were always a pain…

Footsteps from a door down the hall. Sunshine glanced towards them.

A monster stepped into the room.

Her muscles went cold. The blood drained from her face.

The man wore different, expensive clothes. His yellow eyes, from contacts, landed on her. He pulled down the mask - the black mask, her black mask - and smiled at her.

No, Sunshine thought. No. This can’t be happening.

“Jill,” he said, stepping towards her, and in the echo of the hallway, she knew that voice. Not just from the nightmare she’d gone through. From the songs. From Trickster’s songs.

He knew who I was all along, she thought.

“Hi, Sunshine,” Ji-Woon said. “Big Bad Wolf Trickster-ya, naneun neol gidaligo iss-eossda.”

I’m the Big Bad Wolf, Trickster, I’ve been waiting for you.

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