#yandere girlgroup | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

badwithten · 4 years

Text

Midnight Doesn’t Last Forever | Ten

PAIRING yandere!Ten x fem!reader

GENRE horror, angst, idol au

WORD COUNT 16.5k

SYNOPSIS His love for her started as a sweet admiration but quickly grew sour. She looked up to him as her senior and was blinded by his persona to see what was underneath. Friendship turns into unrequited love which soon turns poisonous. He can’t take the pressure of being ignored and snaps. Can she handle the fallout of his insanity? Or has he already tainted her with his deadly love?

FEATURING ‘Demiurge’ - a made up girlgroup that Y/N is in as well as Lami, Helen, Jimin and Ningning (this was written before ‘aespa’ was announced, some characters in this story are from that group although i had just researched sm rookies and pulled names from there. i had no idea they would be debuting so soon. they have nothing to do with aespa nor did i associate the group with this story while writing)

WARNINGS violence, murder, gore, kidnapping, swearing, drinking, yandere behaviour, guns, abusive and toxic behaviour

BASED OFF of ‘misery’ by Stephen King

COLLAB originally part of a Stephen King collab hosted by @starryqian & @takitaro, although both are now inactive and the masterlist is gone lol

Ten had possibly watched your video more times than the number of times he had met you in real life. Despite his recent comebacks and spending a lot of time in the dance studios, he had only managed to walk past your group when they were practising for events, which was nothing compared to the hundredth time he had clicked replay on your most recent dance practise, which wasn’t that recent. He didn't mind, he could watch this video a million more times. Why? It gave him a clear shot of your dance solo in the midst of your new song. It's not that he didn't enjoy your other songs, or that he wasn't interested in the other members. But the way you moved was so fascinating, it lured him in and he couldn't look away. He wished he could just have your part playing on repeat forever, but someone else wasn't too happy about it.

“If you play that video one more time I'm going to scream.” He had honestly forgotten that Hendery was in the same room as him, trying to sleep. He hadn't even noticed how late it was.

“Sorry.” He shuts off his phone and slides it under his pillow, turning around to get more comfortable for sleep but he can't seem to. Thoughts of you replaying in his head. But the feelings are conflicting. “Hendery?”

“Ughh,” He hears the other boy move around in his bed. “What is it?”

“Nevermind.”

“Just tell me, I'm already awake.”

“What do you feel about Demiurge?”

“They seem alright, I haven't had a chance to listen to all their songs but I ran into one of them the other day, she seemed nice.”

“Which one?”

“Oh my god, can you sleep already? Why are you so interested in them all of a sudden?” Ten goes silent, he didn't even realize he was interested in them, sure he was fascinated by you, but to be categorized as your fan wasn't what he wanted. “Helen, I talked to Helen.”

“Oh.”

“Seriously though, something must have piqued your interest.” He heard Hendery move around again and when he opened his eyes he saw Hendery also facing towards him. Ten sighed and turned back over to face the roof.

“I mean I've watched their other music videos, but their most recent one with the dance solo really blew me away. Her name's Y/N, she's really talented.” Although he was complimenting you, his words don't sound nice.

“Are you jealous?” Henderys laugh echoed across the room, he wouldn't be mad if Ten was because he understood how he felt. Demiurge was barely half a year old and was already doing better than what WayV was, he knew it wasn’t your fault but he had to admit it did sting a little.

“No, it's just,” He groaned, unable to put his feelings into words, when looking into you, he saw a lot of comments about him. It surprised him to be compared to you, but once again it hurt. You weren't the new him, you weren't the female version of him. The both of you were your own person. He had been an idol a lot longer than you, it wasn't fair for you to be given such great opportunities already. “I don't know, let’s just sleep.”

“Ok, whatever you say.” Hendery wasn't going to argue, more than happy to just sleep. Yet Ten couldn't seem to shut off his brain. Why was he so obsessed with you? He barely knew you, he didn't need to know you. Thinking about you made him angry, it boiled his blood but it wasn't fair to be angry at you. But he couldn't get those feelings out of him. He turned back over to see Hendery already fast asleep, his hand slipped under his pillow and unlocked it to have your video pop up ready to watch again. One more time wouldn't hurt.

“Get up man,” You feel the covers come off of your body before you can do anything to stop it, the blanket that was once protecting you from harsh bedroom lights now hurting your eyes. You groan and look up at the culprit, Lami. “We have to leave in like twenty minutes.”

“What?!” You scramble out of bed, hitting your head on the way up on the bunk above you, you groan and hold onto your head as you stand up properly. “Why did no one get me up earlier?”

“We tried to!” She chucks your blanket back onto your bed and moves out of the way as you frantically get ready for the day, grabbing your supplies and dashing off to the bathroom to clean up a bit. Luckily today's schedule is pretty chill, but you still don't want to be seen as a mess in front of your seniors.

Eventually, the five of you scramble into the van, managers in the front as you head to the SM dance studio. You finally catch your breath after running around for the past few minutes. “Did you see what Ten posted on his story?” Ningning was the first to bring it up, something all of them knew but you had managed to miss out on.

“As in Ten? From WayV?” Everyone nodded excitedly. “Was it about us?”

“Have a look” She pulls out her phone and flips it around so you can see what the hype is about. A screenshot of your dance practice is posted alongside a few emojis, ones that seem to be positive.

“Holy shit!” You sit there mouth wide, you hadn't had much of a chance to interact with WayV but to see a senior group praise you so openly was a huge honour.

“If we see them today, we should go over.” Lami, despite being the youngest, was always the boldest in the group. In a million years you would never have the courage to do so.

“I ran into Hendery the other day, he was super sweet.” Helen sips on her water as if it was normal.

“You did what?” The rest of the ride is shared stories of meeting these idols, sometimes it was hard to believe that you yourself was one. After looking up to all these people for years, suddenly working by their side was an unreal experience.

It isn't until you arrive in your designated room that you get a call from the dance instructor, they are running late. “Are you kidding me?” You laugh as you collapse in a chair in the corner, every wall filled with mirrors that reflect your defeat while the rest of the girls just laugh. “I rush and for what?”

“Go get breakfast then, you have time to get now.” You nod at Helen and place down your things before heading down to the cafeteria on the floor below. This is a path you've walked many times, you're sure half of your money goes towards buying your food when you don't have time to make breakfast. The lady at the cafeteria checkout smiles as you walk up.

“Running late again Miss L/N?” She laughs to herself as she heads over to get your regular order.

“Yup.” You let out an airy breath as you reach into your pocket for your wallet, paying for the drink and rice bowl you get whenever you're late.

“That's a bad look for a newbie.” You flick your head around to the voice that came from behind you, shock comes over you as you see who it is.

“Ten?” You stutter out your words before seeing a few members by his side, you feel blood rush to your face as you try to compose yourself.

“Tsk leave her alone man,” Lucas steps to the side of Ten reaching out his hand for you to take. “Don't worry about him, he's just being a dick.”

“Oh it's ok,” You laugh awkwardly as you shake his hand. “It's nice to meet you, I’m Y/N, I'm from-”

“Demiurge,” Ten cuts you off, smiling at you. “We watched your stuff last night, you're really talented.”

“Thank you.” It's the only words you can get out, your heart beating out of your chest. Just as you think embarrassment is going to eat you alive a voice calls you from down the hall.

“Y/N hurry up!” You look over and see Helen from across the room.

“It was nice meeting you kid but you better not be late again.” Tens tone is not as aggressive, his joking side coming through with his smile.

“I’ll try not to be.” You smile at him and Lucas one more time before grabbing your food to go. When you catch up with Helen you lock arms with her, trying to steady yourself. “Holy fuck.”

“What?” Helen giggles although she already knows what's up.

“Ten is such a bitch,” You whisper to her as you finally step into the elevator. She laughs harder and you continue. “Dude I’m being serious, ThAt'S a BaD lOoK fOr A nEwBiE.”

“Stop it!” She wheezes trying to catch her breath as the elevator comes to a stop. “That's our senior.”

“I know I'm only joking, Lucas seems nice though.” Dance practice starts with a good laughing fit as you recount the horrors of what had happened downstairs, which happens to be just as much of a mess as you all are right now.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Lucas was mortified at Tens actions, never has he seen him be so rude, especially to someone so nervous.

“Nothing,” Ten battered his eyes, acting clueless to what Lucas was talking about. “I was only joking around with her.”

“Next time make it more obvious that it's just jokes.”

“Ok, that's all for today guys.” You all thank the instructor, out of breath as you head over to your bags to clean up for the day.

Your voices filled the halls as you walked down, normally you would be a bit embarrassed to be so loud, but these people made you feel comfortable. Although as your eyes meet Tens from across the room, your mood drops. Your laughter goes quiet as his gaze follows you despite you looking away. They were cold dead eyes that you couldn't stand to look at. He singled you out with his gaze and made you feel alone in a room full of people. But suddenly the chills over your body disappear, you look up, to see what had changed only to discover nothing had, apart from the smile now present on his face. This time when you look at him he acknowledges your presence, gesturing you over to him. Without saying much, you break away from the group, your disappearance goes unnoticed as you make your way towards him, you're not sure why you're even going, it's like he's put you into a trance and you're only walking because he's commanding you too.

“I know you have to go so I’ll make this quick but I was unaware that my humour didn't really come off as humour earlier.”

“Oh right.” You nod and press your lips together, not sure what to do with yourself as he didn't really give you much to work with, it wasn't an apology nor did he say it won't happen again. Only saying it was a joke which didn't make it any less hurtful.

“Yeah well if we see each other around again, don't be afraid to say hi, I’d love to see more of your dancing.” The confusion you were previously feeling melts away as you smile towards him, praise from others always made you feel good but coming from someone as talented as him made it more meaningful.

“Will do but uh,” You turn around and see your manager waiting at the door for you. “I gotta go so I’ll see you later Ten.” You wave briefly and turn around to make your way out of the building.

“Call me Chittaphon!” He calls out behind you.

“Bye Chittaphon.”

“What did Ten say to you today?” Ningnings' question catches you off guard as you stuff another piece of sushi in your mouth.

“I um,” You try to speak with your mouth full but you're unsuccessful, all eyes are on you for a second before you swallow. “He just said sorry for being rude, apparently he was trying to joke but I don't know, it seemed pretty genuine to me.”

“And you got first name privileges.” Your manager smiles at you and you almost choke again, the rest of the girls also going wide-eyed.

“How?” Yami scouts closer, eyes filled with hope of wanting to befriend those she admires.

“I honestly don't know, I don't really think first name privilege is a thing is it?”

“It's because he thinks your hot.'' Your mouth goes agape at Jimin's comment, you reach over and throw your chopstick wrapper at her which doesn't get fair.

“Enough.” You put another piece of sushi in your mouth and sink into your seat, stories thrown around the room of you and Ten. Your face heats up and you try to move the attention to something else and eventually as the night goes on it does. But even after you've said goodnight, showered and laid down in bed, you can't get what Jimin said out of your head.

She was only joking, right? He doesn't actually think you're hot? You've never been good at reading people. But you trust your gut when things are going wrong, and he seemed nice. You shut your eyes and try to block it out, begging for sleep to overcome you. Eventually, it does, you dream of a bigger stage, of something more. Just in the building opposite to you, similar dreams are being dreamt.

Performing on a stage, being able to do more, because he has someone more. His hands run over yours, sliding down your arm to your waist, your body moves in sync with his and the feeling of being complete comes over him. But the picture-perfect feeling only lasts for a moment, it slowly distorts and his vision is too blurry to make out what happens next. His hands go numb, yet he's still able to feel the blood dripping off of them and suddenly he's alone on the stage again. It's no longer a roaring applause but laughter of disgust. But he doesn't feel anything, he isn't embarrassed, he isn't guilty, he still feels complete.

It's a mixture of his heart pounding and the buzzing of Henderys' computer that wakes him. He feels wide awake, sitting up in bed and wiping the sweat off of his brow. He hunches over trying to catch his breath and it's only then that Hendery notices that he's awake. “What happened to you?” He only glances at him before going back to the game flashing on his screen.

“Just a bad dream,” Once he calms down a bit he lays back down, and the room goes dark, Hendery also packing up for the night. “Goodnight.” He lets out a breathless whisper, a hum coming back in response. Hendery has the ability to fall asleep right away leaving Ten awake in an empty room. Even with his eyes shut and mind empty he can't seem to go back to sleep. The whole night is left with him tossing and turning. The night feels excruciating long but at the same time not long enough because before he even starts to feel tired the sun rises and his alarm is blaring in his ear.

He drags his body out of bed and heads into the shower before anyone else is up to do so. Standing in the shower with the hot water hitting his body is when the tiredness hits him, all being dumped on his head. Today is going to be tough but what can he do about it now. He gets out before he falls asleep, seeing Hendery is up and dressed as he goes back to his room takes him by surprise.

“Are you not showering?” He sits on the bed, finally getting a chance to check his phone.

“Nah I had one last night,” He's about to leave the room but hesitates, despite his attention being on the phone Ten notices and looks up at him.

“You look like shit.” He grunts and the grip on his phone becomes tighter.

“Was that all?”

“I mean that bad dream must have been pretty bad, what happened?” Ten shuts his eyes and flashes of light and blood go through his mind, he opens his eyes and removes them from his brain.

“Y/N.”

“Oh,” Hendery looks away, desperately wanting to get out of there. “Xuxi told me about what happened with her.”

“It wasn't that it was just,” He rubs his eyes, he can't bring this up, he knows he can't but it's causing so much pressure in his head. “I think I like her.”

“Oh, that kind of dream.” The awkwardness increases and Ten can't help but laugh.

“No, not that kinda dream, you pervert. Get out of here.” Hendery chuckles a little before finally leaving the room, as soon as he's out of sight, the smile that was plastered on Tens face drops. Regret instantly fills him, why did he say anything? That dream wasn't normal, he isn't normal. What scares him the most is knowing it wasn't a nightmare, but he enjoyed it.

“I'm just gonna run to the bathroom ok?” You alert the girls of you leaving before making your way out of the dance room while on break. You know you can't be gone for long but you still take the long way around, hoping to see the cat that oftentimes sat outside the window that you could only see taking this route. But a stab of regret moves into your stomach as you run into someone you weren't hoping to see.

“Ten.” You smile as he makes his way over to you, he smiles back and it feels more genuine than the time from last week.

“I told you to call me Chittaphon, remember?”

“Oh right sorry,” You awkwardly nod your head. “Well good afternoon Chittaphon.”

“Are you guys done for the day?” He makes himself comfortable against the window showing he isn't planning on going anytime soon. You cringe a little, feeling trapped already.

“Nah we’re still going, it's quite a difficult dance, well I’m struggling anyway.”

“Aw don't say that I'm sure you're doing great. Between the two of us, you're definitely the dancer out of the group.”

“Oh thank you.” The smile you were forcing forms into something real, he must see the eyes light up as his strong posture drops.

“We're finished for the day, is it ok if I come watch you guys for a bit?”

“Uh yeah, I don't see why not.” Before you can say anything about using the bathroom he starts heading off towards the direction of your dance room. At first, you think it's a lucky guess but he gets to the right door and stands waiting for you to enter first. You go to open the door but stop, hand resting on the handle. “How did you know this was our room?”

Panic enters his system, he hasn't really been there for practice that day, instead just picking up some gear he left behind. When he was heading out he walked past your door and saw you guys practising. “This is the room we had when we first debuted so I assume that's where they put all the trainees.”

“Oh right.” You clear your throat and open the door, you walk in first with Ten trailing behind you. The eyes of your girls go wide as they greet him respectfully.

“I've come to watch, if that’s ok?”

“Of course, we're honoured to have you here,” Jimin speaks for the rest of them, while you're still standing awkwardly at his side. Everything moves into motion as you get scolded for spending too long on your bathroom break and then eventually you'll get ready to run through the dance one more time. You don't feel his eyes on you until you actually start at that's when the pressure begins to arise. You can tell the rest of them feel it as when the beat starts, everyone is dancing a lot harder than they were earlier.

Your nerves eat you alive as you try to focus your mind on anything other than him. One step, two-step, three-step, four. You repeat that over and over again, planning out each move as to not fuck up yet it makes your movements feel so unnatural and stiff. The next thing trying to focus is breathing, you can't seem to push your breath out, and when you do, it's like it's blocking your nose as you can't bring the next bit of air in. By the time the dance has come to an end, you're struggling to breathe, panting as the girls praise each other and get praised by Ten. Everyone is feeling good, but you can't help but shake at the uncomfortable feeling from your stomach. The couch is the only place you can sit at this moment, but that happens to be across the room, right where Ten and the rest are standing. As you try to walk over there with wobbling legs a hand grabs your arm to guide you over. You're too desperate to sit to notice who it is at first but as soon as your body hits the soft couch, your heart sinks further.

“Are you feeling ok Y/N?” His face is closer than you ever want it to be, hand still resting on your shoulder as you're painfully aware how tight his grip is.

“Yup.” You smile through it, trying your best to stay composed. Your smile must break a little because soon Jimin is at your side.

“I’ll take it from here,” She smiles at him and he seems reluctant to let go but eventually he does, making his way back to the group to continue chatting. As soon as he's stopped looking at you, ease washes over you. It's as if he was only creating that act for you. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I'm good.” Helen brings you a water bottle to let you rest on the seat a little while longer, watching them converse from afar. It's not long until you are all needing to go back to your dorms, Ten included. He sticks by your side on the way out, still wary about your condition. Just as you're about to say goodbye he pulls out his phone.

“Can I have your number? Not in a weird way but I’d like to stay in contact.” As much as you dread giving your number away to him, the pressure of everyone watching means you can't turn him down. “We should collaborate on a dance sometime, you were amazing today.”

“I’d love to but I’m pretty busy with practice and then promotions so maybe after that?” His smile falters ever so slightly, his force stronger than necessary when taking the phone back out of your hands. His comments about your dancing is off-putting, you know that today wasn’t your best so for him to say you were amazing changes how you feel.

“Of course, I’ll text you some time.”

“Bye Ten.”

“Chittaphon.”

“Bye, Chittaphon.”

Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the lack of food or even the lack of sunlight but he couldn't shut his mind off. It was going haywire yet he was too exhausted to keep it going. His body was in overdrive when all he wanted was to go to sleep. But he couldn't get you out of his head. It started as an interest, then slowly grew into a harmless crush but now it’s all he ever thinks about, all that consumes his mind. Yet he doesn't know why. Especially when you keep turning him down. Every other day he asks you to join him in the dance studio and every time you come up with some bodiless excuse that he can see right through. He could read you like a book, each lie being broken down even over text.

His unhealthy behaviour doesn’t go unnoticed by those around him. They were constantly trying to get him to rest or eat. Yet he couldn't keep his eyes shut without seeing more blood nor could he stomach any food. It wasn't what he wanted but at the same time, he wasn't really making any attempt to get better. His thoughts are broken away by knocking at his door, not only does it bring him back but it wakes up Hendery. Tired from staying up with him the nights prior.

“Come in.” He sits up and rubs his eyes, trying to look a little bit more alive. Hendery does the same, adjusting to the light as Kun comes in and flicks them on.

“Since our schedules are clear and some of us definitely need a break,” He eyes up Ten but he's too dazed out to notice but it at least gives Hendery a chuckle. “I’ve booked us into my parents lake house this weekend if you want to join us. All of you are invited but if you'd rather stay here and relax then that's fine as well.”

“You're asking if I'd rather stay at a lake house or this place?” Hendery's eyes go wide at the offer, suddenly wide awake. He jumps out of bed, rushing past Kun and into the living room to talk about it with the others.

“You gonna come?” Kun remains leaning in the doorway, his whole plan was to bring Ten out there to help clear his mind. He can't stand to see him in this condition, especially when he won't tell him what it's about.

“Can I have a plus one?”

“Guys,” Although you were planning on going to sleep early, exhausted from promotions only just finishing, you rush out of bed with your phone in hand. Everyone who's in the lounge turns to you, eyebrows raised waiting for you to talk. “He invited me to a lake house this weekend.”

“Wait really?” Helen rushes out of her seat on the couch to read over your phone.

“Well, are you gonna go? I could definitely use that type of break after all this.” Lami sinks further into her seat and you would have to agree. Getting away for the weekend isn't the worst thing in the world.

“Well I have to don't I? I keep brushing him off, I don't even have an excuse anymore.”

“If you’re not comfortable going, don’t go Y/N.” You look over at Jimin, she was always very caring and at your side. That’s the advice you would have given her as well, but honestly, you felt bad for being so hard on Ten. You had no reason not to like him, he was a nice guy and maybe you just needed time to get to know him properly. Become friends in an environment outside of work.

“I know but I want to.” She just tuts her tongue, turning her attention back to the TV screen.

“Yeah, it would be kinda dog to say no after all that, don’t break his heart anymore.”

“Stop he doesn’t have a crush on me!” You reach over and slap Lamis arm. Her giggling only getting louder.

“Hmm, I beg to differ.” Helen finally looks up from your phone and you give her a doubtful look. “I wasn’t gonna tell you guys but me and Hendery have been talking and he’s roommates with Ten.”

“Oh my god,” You drop your phone onto the floor and crouch down with it, head in hands. “This is a disaster.” You look up and laugh at everyone.

You pick up your phone and send the text, at least this would give you time to determine your thoughts on the situation.

y/n: id love to :)

“Wow Kun, you said this was yours?” Your first impression of the place has you blown away, you're a bit taken aback by how nice it is and you suddenly feel underdressed and out of place despite everyone around you being dressed the same.

“Well, my parents” He places down his bags right in the front entrance and flops on the couch, ready to relax after a few hours of driving to get here. Everyone else moves around to put their stuff away and also calm down. But they've been here before, not shocked by how nice this place is. The high ceilings, the large open fireplace, the expensive rugs, marble benchtops and polished wooden falls carry on up until the second floor where a chandelier sits.

“Come on Y/N.” Tens calls you out of your trance from up the stairs, wanting you to show around. He's acting like an over-excited kid, excited that his parents finally let him have friends around. You pick up your bag once again and head up the stairs to where he was waiting for you. After being stuck in a car with him for hours on end, you realize he's maybe not as bad as you once thought. Seeing him outside of a work environment gave you a new perspective of him. He was no longer stressed or sweaty, no longer focused on dancing and dancing with you.

“Our rooms are next to each other, I kinda planned it that way, I hope you don't mind.” He sheepishly admits with a light chuckle, placing down his bags and opening the door for you to enter your room. You're just as blown away by your room as you were with the main area. A large bed with plush pillows and a wooden frame, large windows and mirrors covered the walls and a TV which seemed too modern to sit in the space above the end of the bed.

“Of course not, it’ll be fun.” You smile at him and collapse on the bed, the soft mattress is a nice contrast compared to the uncomfortable car seat.

“I'm gonna unpack but I’ll meet you downstairs in a few.” He lingers at the door for slightly too long, eyes icing over your body before smiling again and shutting the door to head to his own room. You take your time setting out your stuff and taking off your jacket. Lavishing in the time you have a way to properly relax, even if it's only for a few days.

When you finally make your way downstairs everyone is already occupied doing their own things, Yangyang and Xiaojun playing pool, Lucas, Ten and Kun mixing drinks in the kitchen while Hendery and Winwin set up the fireplace, knowing that the night that's shortly going to come will be rather cold. You make the choice to go over where Ten is, taking a seat at the island bar. They barely take notice of your presence apart from Lucas flashing you a smile while they continue to make up eight drinks. Eventually, he slides one over to you and waits for you to try it. But you hesitate.

“I don’t think I’m allowed to drink this.”

“Come on, we won't snitch.” Kun smiles as he walks past, holding more cups in his hands to pass out to the rest. Everyone now has their drink, all of them already taking sips. You look down at the one in front of you and eventually give in. Taking a mouthful and coiling away from the drink.

“Holy fuck that’s strong.” You hiss and get a laugh from everyone in the room as you try to adjust to the alcoholic burn.

“But it's good right?” Ten leans over the table and gives you a cheeky grin and you can't help but agree with his statement. Despite the insane amount of disgust it brought you, you can't help but want more. For the first time, you genuinely return your smile and have another drink.

As the night grows old, the more alive you all become. The alcohol in your system buzzes in all of your heads. And as much as you enjoy watching Lucas trying to strip for Winwin with Ten and Yangyang bickering in the background, you need to have some water. Already feeling the burn out from the drinks. You walk into the kitchen, which is barely separated from the lounge where the rest of them are to find Hendery standing over the sink. You hadn't even noticed he had left yet here he is.

“You ok?” His head flips around, unaware that you had entered the kitchen where he once thought he was alone.

“Yeah, I just needed a breather,” He still seems a bit shaken but you brush it off as the alcohol rather than anything else. “You?”

“I just need some water.” His mouth makes an ‘O’ as he steps away from the sink, making room for you to grab a glass and get a drink. He continues to watch you as you do so. “You talk to Helen right?”

“Oh yeah,” His roughed up energy becomes calm as thoughts of her come over him. “Did she say something to you?”

“Oh yeah, I guess.” You take another sip of water, scared to bring up the next part but you manage to blabber it out. “She said that you said Ten, I mean, Chittaphon likes me?”

“Tsk.” He laughs a little and shakes his head. “Yeah well, we all think he does. He's obsessed with you. Not in a creep way but he really is fascinated by you and your work”

“Oh,” You smile and laugh a little too, grateful that what Helen had said was an exaggeration of his words. “That's good I guess, I was worried that he liked me and I don't even know if I’m allowed to date so that would just be bad.”

“It would be bad if I liked you?” Both of your heads whip around to see Ten standing in between the space of the kitchen and dining area. Head tilted to the side with dead eyes.

“Um,” You swallow hard and look back at Hendery for help but he's just as lost as you.

“You know what nevermind.” His voice cracks at the ‘nevermind’, too upset to want to focus on his emotions as he turns and heads back into the lounge.

“Wait Ten!” A wave of guilt washes over you as you follow his path only to see all the boys sitting there wide-eyed with the front door now unlocked. “Did he leave?” Although everyone else is shocked, no one else seems to be as worried as you. It's dark out and it doesn't seem safe for someone as drunk as him to be wandering around.

“He does that when he's upset” Winwin speaks up, clearing the air. “I wouldn't worry too much, he won't be gone long and he’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Oh,” You walk forward and lock the door again. “I'm going to head to bed then, but this was fun”

“Goodnight,” They all say almost in unison as you head off up the stairs. As you get ready for bed you can't help but cringe at what you said. You didn't mean for him to hear that, and what you said wasn't true. Sure you didn't like him back but it wouldn't be bad if he did like you. You didn't mean to invalidate his feelings, only trying to express yours. The guilt doesn't let you sleep, eventually, you roll over and send him a text, a simple one trying to explain yourself and apologise.

The next morning you wake up nice and early, the sound of the door next to you slamming shut. It takes you a while to process it but the room next door is Tens. You sit up and let yourself wake a little before getting out and heading to his room. Knocking on the door only lightly but it's enough for him to hear and call you in. You shut the door behind you and watch him take off his shoes for a second, he only just came back from leaving last night.

“I know you only just got home but did you see my text?” He looks up with brows furrowed, confusion clear on his face.

“What text? And I've been here for a while. I was just walking with Xiaojun outside '' He stands and brushes out his shirt, placing his shoes in his bag.

“Oh uh, you should probably check your phone first then” He pulls out his phone from his back pocket and plays around a bit before even more confusion washes over his features. “I just wanted to say sorry for my words last night”

“I'm still so confused, what text?” He turns around his screen to face you and you become just as shocked. The text you could have sworn you sent last night is not there. “And what were you saying sorry for?”

“Oh, nothing,” Embarrassment floods over your body, checks heating up. Was he just avoiding this to make things less awkward or did you really just make this whole scenario up in your head? “I'm going to go get ready now then”

You shuffle your feet out of his room and back into yours, mixed emotions flooding your brain as you try to think about what just happened. Once you're finally dressed for the day you brace yourself for more confrontation as you go downstairs. Only to find that everyone else is also acting as if nothing happened. Now you're convinced it's all in your head. “What's the plan for today?” You slide into the island bar once more, grabbing a pancake off of the pile Yangyang had been making.

“Probably go for a swim in the lake if you're up to it? It's kinda a tradition for all of us to do but you can just come chill by the rocks if you want.” Kun walks up and takes the seat next to you, also stealing a pancake from Yangyang. He receives a death stare and a little curse under the breath. “How come Y/N can take one then?”

“She's cool and you're,” Yangyang hesitates for a moment, waving the spatula around trying to empathise the word he doesn't even know yet. “old?”

“Hey,” Kun goes off on some rant as you just laugh, sliding off the seat and letting them be as you still take small bites of your pancake. Eventually, everyone joins together outside, swimsuits on and towels at hand. There's no doubt the water will be cold so it's a quick dip before heading back inside.

You let the boys go in first, testing out the water for you before you really decide if that’s a good idea. Your eyes stay on Ten to see his judgement, maybe to see some real emotions. His eyes go blank, which seems real but also chilling.

He can't concentrate on anything other than the water dripping from his hair onto his face and shoulders. He lifts his arms to try and wipe the water off of his face yet it only causes more water to fall off his arms. He shuts his eyes to rub off his face and opens them to find that it’s no longer water dripping off of him, but rather blood. He turns and meets your eyes at the shore to see that the blood isn't just on him, but it's congealed in your hair as you stand there innocently smiling with piles of bodies around you, the bodies of those he loves. He can't say it feels wrong or out of place despite the shock factor of it all. You call out his name and he shuts his eyes again, opening them to see the water being water and the rest of the boys still very much alive.

You slowly make your way to the water, choosing to stay around the main group, scared of what might be out there. It's not as cold as you would have thought, although it's still not pleasant. You're able to see the land properly in the daylight now and you're really in the middle of nowhere, the side of the house has a long dirt driveway which eventually leads out to an old highway, the back of the house and lake is wrapped in a mountain while the rest of the land is hills and forest, thick forest. As your eyes scan the place you notice a small building up the mountain where it connects with the forest, the long chimney bringing your attention to it.

“Hey Kun what's up there?” You point over in the direction of the building and he swims closer to squint at it.

“Oh” He wipes his face and turns back to you. “I don't really know, it was there when my parents built this place and they've only been up there a few times cause it's so difficult to get to, from what I hear it's an old cabin. It's in good condition and still has supplies in it but no one ever uses it cause it's in the middle of an impossible place”

“Creepy”

“You think so?”

“I know so”

“Goodbye lake house” Lucas dramatically cries to the front of the door as he locks it for the last time, passing Kun the keys after his little show is over. Although it's sad you're heading back, you appreciated the break you got. Knowing you had work the very next damn made it a challenge to want to leave, but alas you pile your stuff into the back of Tens car and hop into the passenger seat. Watching the house disappear from your peripheral.

“What's Demiurge up to when you get back?” You groan at the mention of work.

“Preparing for a repackage”

“And that's a bad thing?” He chuckles, looking over at you.

“Well no, but after having a break I don't want to go back to work” The conversation continues on with no hitches, your eyes mainly watching the scenery outside, occasionally catching a glimpse of Hendery's bright blonde hair and Lucas’ taller frame arguing. That's until you notice that your surroundings are no longer familiar and the two cars in front of you are gone. “Ten did you take a wrong turn or something?”

“Hmm no, I just wanted to take the long way round,” You thought it was a simple mistake but his reply definitely makes you know it was intentional. The panic inside grows more when he turns to smile at you.

“We both don’t know these roads well, I don’t think that’s a good idea” The whole drive coming here you followed behind Kuns car for directions, so suddenly being alone isn't ideal.

“It's fine don’t worry” His eyes remain on the road this time but his hand finds a way to rest on your thigh.

“Ten turn around please, I’ll tell Kun to wait for us” You reach to grab your phone but his hand leaves your thigh and snatches it away from you, bringing it to his lap before returning his hand to your leg.

“No,” His manner calms and little but his grip on your thigh tightens. “and its Chittaphon”

“Chittaphon please” You pull your legs up to your chest, bringing your feet to rest on the dashboard as a way to apply pressure and comfort to your body. The surroundings become more familiar as you realize you're heading back towards the house. “Ten what's going on?”

“It's Chittaphon!” He slams down on the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve slightly. A wave of nausea comes over you, your vision spinning as you try to calm down.

“Let me call Kun please” You try to sneak your hand over one more time to grab your phone but he goes more feral.

“I said stop!” His hands leave the wheel to reach over to you but just as his anger flashes away he realizes his mistake.

“Ten!” You scream louder than you ever have before as you see the car head straight into a tree, your knees press harder into your chest before you feel a snap and everything goes black.

White flashes through your eyes as you try to open them, even when you manage to pry them open everything is incredibly blurry, making your outlook on the world scarier. You feel arms grab underneath you and you think you're being saved, but the person above you talks and you suddenly have straight from the fear to open your eyes long enough to view what's happening.

“We’ll be ok now, Y/N” Ten is smiling from above you, holding your body up as he limps away from the car which is still blaring. You try your best to stay awake as pain overtakes your body and all you want to do is shut down. The last straw is when he looks down at you, blood dripping from his head to yours. The last thing you see before everything goes blank a final time.

Despite your consciousness, the heaviness in your eyes don't go. And the feeling of the bed under you is too comfortable for you to want to wake up properly anyway. But soon the throbbing in your ankle becomes too much to ignore and slowly you force your eyes open. The panic that comes over you is enough to bolt your straight awake. Where are you? Your memories of the previous events are fuzzy but slowly come back to you. But even then you can't pinpoint where you are. The building is definitely old, the roof has water damage, the carpet is rotting and the window is covered in what looks like black mould. It's a small room, a bed in one corner, a small table and chair not too far over with only a bench on the other side of the room. Everything is incredibly dated. The door is in the middle of the wall at the end of the bed, a window decorates the spots next to it. It seems to be the only lighting in the place, the lightbulb blown. The outside doesn’t tell you much, as all you can see is forest.

Your eyes finally meet your ankle, it's swollen and twisted in a way that's certainly not naturally. Your shoe and sock have been removed giving you a full view of the damage. Eventually, it becomes too much to look at and you turn away, trying your best not to pass out or vomit or both. But as you come to your senses and open your eyes again an even bigger shock awaits you. Tens dead eyes staring into yours, that unsettling smile still plastered onto his face. How long had he been sitting next to the bed watching?

“Morning,” He leans back in his chair, the creaking following it. “I say morning but it's closer to night really”

Your chest heaves up and down as you try to calm down a little, you want to get up and run away but even trying to adjust yourself brings pain to your leg. You scrunch your face and lie back down, withering in pain.

“Ten what the fuck happened?” You pant trying not to cry.

“We crashed, remember? Someone wouldn't sit still and distracted me” He sits up and stands over you, forcing you to look over him as you hold back tears.

“So where are we now?”

“You know that little cabin Kun was talking about? He said it was hard to get to but I managed to navigate my way here with you on my back and a concussion” He laughs and points to the dried blood on his forehead, you can't have been here for long if he still hasn't cleaned up.

“Why not wait for help?” You think you know the answer but you need to hear it to confirm your suspicions.

“They would take too long a doll, besides we get to spend some time together don't we?” He makes his way around the bed so that he's closer to your legs than your upper body, his hands lightly brush over your ankle and that is enough for you to let out a whimper. “Let me fix your leg”

“Ten I don't think that's a-'' Your words are interrupted by a scream as he lifts up the leg to examine as if you're not feeling everything. He walks away giving you a second to calm down but it doesn’t last long as he comes back with a red bag in his hand. He searches for a moment, pulling out a roll of bandages. You prepare yourself for more of the pain. He wraps the bandages tightly around your ankle, keeping it in place and ‘stopping swelling’ yet all you can focus on is not passing out. Sobs come out of your mouth at an unstoppable rate, snot flying in and out of your nose as you try to get enough oxygen in. This cannot be happening. He grabs your foot and tries to straighten out your leg and that's when it becomes unbearable. Your vision goes dizzy and the pain melts away. Eventually every fades to black, his grin the last thing you see before it all goes.

You can’t have been out for long because when you wake up it's still dark out and Ten is standing by the kitchen area, wiping away some of the blood from his face. “Ten?”

Your voice is hoarse as you try to gather your surroundings again when you look down at your foot, it's not nearly as munted as it once was but that doesn't stop it from being bruised as swollen. His attention goes away from the paper towels covered in blood as he makes his way over to you.

“Let’s get some rest” He reaches down and his arm goes under your knee and under your back, lifting you up only a little to move you over. It moves your ankle and you shriek out in pain, the tears you were fighting back no longer able to be contained. You want to fight his arms off of your body but you're too weak to be able to do anything about it. He shifts you over so that he has room to fit in the bed next to you, although he didn't leave a lot of room. His body pressed against yours.

“Ten please get off” The tears are now full sobs as you try to fight the throbbing in your leg and the tornado of emotions that you're unable to process in your mind.

“Shhh, just sleep Y/N, you’ll feel better in the morning” He snuggles in closer to you, his breath against your neck as you slowly lose your fight, allowing him to sleep next to you. But your sobs only get harder. “Don't worry I did call for help, they know where we are”

That makes you feel slightly better but you can't help but still feel distressed. Eventually, the exhaustion takes over your body and you drift off into sleep.

“Have we heard anything yet?” The members of Wayv and Demiurge sit patiently in the SM meeting room, sleep weighing down on all of them as they wait for one of their managers to update them on your situation. When you hadn't arrived home after an hour of the rest of them being home they knew something was up.

“They found his crashed car but nothing else so far” The manager sighs and rubs his hand through his hair, more representative and lawyers behind him as they begin to deal with this situation more seriously. “They're sending out a search party as soon as they can, they said that we’re welcome to join but you guys should really get some rest first”

They all break away to their respective doors for some much-needed sleep, with Hendery and Helen trailing behind them. “Do you think they’ll be ok?” Her grip is tight on his hand, needing it for support.

“Ten's a smart guy, I’m sure they've got it sorted”

The sun shines through the window at the side of your bed, the light bringing you out of your slumber. Despite having slept for hours, you still felt exhausted, wanting to shut your eyes again. But your name gets called from across the room. “You're awake”

His voice was too excited for the scenario you are in but you try to brush it off. You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of your surroundings and where Ten is. He sat by the table with a little gas cooker going. “There's food here?”

“Yeah, mainly canned stuff but it's still food” He looks away from you and continues to stir the pot of whatever he is heating up. “There's actually a lot of things here, I found some pain medication in the first aid kit, it might help with your leg”

“Please” You've never begged for something before, but if he was going to play dirty you would give in right away. Your ankle felt like it was splitting into two from the inside out, cracking almost. With the skin burning as it twisted unnaturally. He must have heard the desperation in your voice, tipping what you now saw was beans into a bowl and bringing it over to you.

“There's no cutlery so just” He shrugs, placing the bowl down on the seat next to you before placing his hands under your armpits and hoisting you up in the bed. You cry out, your ankle moving across the blankets. “Shhh” He looks at you disappointed as if your ankle wasn't snapped in half. He gives you the bowl and as soon as you stop the tears you dig in, tipping the bowl up to get the food to the edge. He comes back over without you noticing, holding a few pills in his hand and a plastic water bottle in the other.

“We only have a few bottles of water so we need to be careful” He gestures for you to open your mouth and you do. He places the pills on your tongue and proceeds to tip some of the water in after. Not enough to quench your thirst but enough to swallow the pills.

“Thank you” You wipe your mouth as a way to cover up your embarrassment, you can't help but feel ashamed at your dependence on him nor can you shake away the feeling that he enjoys having you so dependent. He takes everything away from the bed and you shut your eyes again, waiting for the pills to work as you hear him put stuff away, you see him reach and put it in the high self that even he struggles to reach. “Shouldn't help be here by now?”

Your words make him shudder as he freezes. “I told you they're on their way, how am I supposed to know when they arrive?”

“Oh sorry, I was just asking”

“Yeah well drop it, stop worrying about that and just enjoy this time” He turns back around with a smile on his face despite his cruel words. He joins you on the bed, this time just sitting next to the space by your legs, his hand resting on your knee. You tense at his touch but it's not like you can move away. “Is your ankle feeling better?”

Although it had only been a few minutes, you have to admit, the pain in your leg has subsided into something more numb. You're sure it's just a placebo, but you're still grateful for the relief it brings. You nod, too scared of what's to come to use your voice. “Well since you don't have to worry about the comeback anymore, do you want to work on our dance?”

“What?” You choke out your words, confused at what he meant. Neither of you are in the right headspace to be working on something like this, both not really in physical condition to do it either.

“You heard me, come on” He reaches out his hand for you to take and you look at him in disbelief. The anger that you know is hidden inside him begins to show as he loses patience with you. “Come on,” He says with a grunt as he takes matters into his own hands and grabs your shoulders. heaving you out of bed despite your attempt at resistance.

You scream out at the sudden movement, the shattering pain of your bones crunching coming back, you become painfully aware of how the bones move as you try desperately to avoid any weight being placed on it. You balance on one leg, your hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life with your eyes begging him for mercy. “Ten”

You're not even sure what you're asking for, him putting you back isn't going to ease the pain, it's not going to cure you but at the same time, you want it all to end. Yet your pain doesn't phase him, it's as if he doesn't even notice the tears streaming down your face, one thing is on his mind, dancing. “Please Y/N, just give me this, you already have it all,'' His face scrunches as he struggles to hold the entirety of your weight, the longer they stand the weaker your leg becomes. “Do this for me”

“I can’t!” You cry out your final words before he steps away from you, moving away until your arms can no longer reach him. You don't have the strength in you to even try to stand any longer, falling straight to the dusty floor with a thud. You catch your breath, rubbing the spot on your head where it collided with the wood. As you pull yourself you hear rustling, Ten at the door, pulling on his jacket, a rip on the shoulder. “Ten wait”

His head whips around to face you and you feel your heart stop for a second, the pure anger on his face doesn't seem to match the event that just happened. “My name isn't Ten!”

“Chittaphon I-” Your cut off when he slams his foot into the floor, baby raging at its finest. He gives you one last look and makes his way out of the door. Now what? You sit there for longer than you know, trying to calm your breathing and focus on the pain becoming more prominent as it travels up your leg. You can't stay on the damp floor for much longer, a tingling feeling taking over from the burning pain. Although you'd like to say it feels better, you know it can't be a good sign. Light leaves the sky and it's the last sign you need to attempt to move.

You brace yourself for the pain that is undoubtedly going to come. But the mental preparation doesn't do much for you as you move from a sitting position to crawling, hands and knees now taking the damage. Your breathing gets heavier but you still have to move. You figure it's like a bandaid if you do it all at once the pain will be easier to deal with, rather than dragging it out. With the final decision made in your mind, you move as quickly as possible. Applying pressure to the not damaged leg, hoisting yourself up just enough for your upper body to be higher than the bed, pushing forward and landing on the edge with a scream. While you've got the momentum, you pull yourself up, finally resting on the bed once again as the effects of your actions settle in. Tears stroll down yourself and your ankle feels worse than it ever has. But what are you to do about it? Trapped in the woods, a busted ankle with a psychopath as your carer. All you can do is wait it out, this won't last forever, will it?

“The Seoul police department and department of communities continue to search for two missing persons with the help of a community-based search party in the mountains south of central Seoul. The two people in question are 24-year old Chittaphon Leechaiyapornku and 22-year old Y/N L/N or better known as Ten and Y/N from their respective bands, WayV and Demiurge. Both idols come from SM Entertainment who reported them missing only a night ago. They were last seen coming back from a cabin in that direction when their car crashed. The car was found empty and it is expected they went to look for help but got lost in the surrounding area. Details will be kept private from the public until more is known about the situation for the safety of the two. If any information is known please contact local police authorities.”

Two days since the two of you had gone missing, two days with empty dorms and weird looks from his seniors. Two days of unbearable quietness in his room and Hendery couldn't stand it any longer. He flicked off the TV and stood up with such aggressiveness that it startled the poor boys next to him.

“Where are you going?” Yangyang stood and followed behind him, Lucas and Kun tagging along as well.

“I can't sit here and do nothing”

“Think about this” Lucas reached out and held his arm, stopping him from heading any closer to the dorm doorway, but he knew looking into his eyes that he had thought about this. In fact, it's all he could think about for the last two days. His hand slipped away and let him go, but he wasn't alone, the rest of them followed suit.

The next day your head is just as fuzzy as before, the room spinning when you just woke up and your body flushed with sweat. The last thing you remember is Ten walking out on you, but here he is, sitting at the table with food and water prepared for two. He doesn't notice you're awake, or maybe he does, it's hard to tell how unresponsive he is. Your push up with your arms so that you're sitting with more of a view, your body must be getting used to the pain because although it hurts, all the same, you're able to control it. “Ten?” Your voice is hoarse and quiet but compared to the deafening silence of the forest outside it's enough to bring him out of his trance.

“Oh good, you're awake” His robotic face drops into a smile and continues eating out of the can of soup in front of him, looking disgusted by its contents.

“I'm glad you got back alright” You try to make conversation with him, hoping kindness will bring you food, water and more importantly pain medication.

“What do you mean?”

“When you left last night, you seemed upset, it's good to see you back in one piece”

“I'm still confused, I didn't leave last night. Are you feeling alright?” He brings his attention back to you, genuine concern on his face, more real than anything you've seen from him so far.

“I- uh” You try to wrap your brain around what he's claiming, you're so sure that's what happened yesterday, you know that that's what happened yesterday. So why is he saying otherwise?

“Come on, let's get some food into you” He lifts up the spoon and smiles at you, yet makes no move to stand and actually bring it to you.

“Ten how am I supposed to...” You gesture with your head and hands the distance between the bed and the table.

“Well, I saw you were able to walk on it yesterday yet you continue to lie to me about it. I suggest if you want food you get over yourself and get over here” Your head spins even harder, did you experience the same yesterday? In what version of the previous events were you able to stand and walk on your leg properly, what version of his reality was this happening? Despite the disbelief on your face, he makes no move to change his mind, instead staying put and continuing to eat the soup, shrugging at your struggle.

You stay put for a little longer before your hunger becomes stronger than the pain in your leg and you can no longer take it. You do the same as yesterday, take a deep breath and prepare for the short amount of unbearable pain you need to endure. It's a leap of faith when you place your good foot onto the floor and apply pressure, a leap of faith you have to live in as you push off the bed with your arms. You feel yourself quickly lose balance standing only on one foot, then dash over to the table is madness. Jumping on one foot several times until you can pull yourself onto the chair, huffing with relief. You first down the pill and as the pain slips your mind you could finally eat, with your body constantly dealing with pain, it's draining. You stuff what is left of the food into your mouth, chewing faster than necessary to try to get it down.

“So it really wasn't that bad was it?”

“What?” You look up, trying to swallow the food.

“Your leg. If you made it over here then you can dance with me can't you?” His eyes look hopeful this time, less upset than he usually looks.

“Ten that was a really shitty walk, did you even see me bounce across just then?” You laugh lightly, hoping for him to catch on but he continues to stare at you. “I don’t think I’m up to it”

“Stop lying” He slams his fist into the table, his voice getting louder. You freeze in place, terrified of what’s to come next. He’s delusional but you’re not sure if it’s just him or from his brain injury that he’s seemed to forget about. “Get up right now”

He pushes his chair back and stands up, reaching out a hand to you. “Ten I ca-”

“I said get up” You swallow your fear and do as you are told, shaking as you push up and one foot, immediately putting your weight onto him to support. The painkiller you had just taken makes it bearable but it’s still not comfortable and you definitely can’t dance in this condition. Not that Ten seems to care about that. Moving his body so that it’s swaying with yours. He begins picking up the place, trying to actually dance rather than just swing in one place. But you can't keep up, your good leg burning as it becomes too tired to support your body. You need relief now, without thinking you place your bad leg down. But it’s too weak, unable to provide any balance. Instead, you just hit the floor, head smashing into the wood.

You hold onto yourself, hands grasping at your head to stop the pain and legs curled up. “Are you serious Y/N?!” You look up at him through teary eyes, shaking as fear overtakes the pain. “There’s barely enough food and water for one person and I still feed you, yet you can’t even dance with me?”

“Let me try again please” You know you’re in no condition to be out of bed but you can’t disappoint again, you’ve seen him angry and you can’t let that happen again.

“Stop wasting my time” He reaches up and smacks his own head repeatedly, it's an obscure scene and you can't bear to watch any longer.

“Ten stop please!” You scream out between sobs, yet you're powerless, lying on the floor crying as this man stands over you. Beating himself up because of you. He finally stops when he feels blood from his own wound trickle down his eye.

He finally steadies his breathing and realizes what has happened. Without a second thought, he moves towards the door, immediately running out and not looking back. He leaves you on the floor helpless, but not completely as you try to adjust to what has just happened you realize he’s left his jacket. His phone is still here.

You wait a moment more to make sure he’s definitely not coming back but to also soothe your leg. You dread the feeling of getting up and walking but you need help and help is only metres away. Maybe it is because your body has already been through so much shock today. But when you pull yourself up onto the chair it's not nearly as bad as you thought it would be. Your heart beats faster as you stand up and make your way to his jacket, this is your only chance to get help, to go home. You pray his phone is in here, legs shaking and heart pumping as you reach into the jacket pocket.

Your hand meets a cold rectangle, it’s here. You let out an ugly laugh, eyes scrunching with the phone clasped to your chest. But it’s not over, although relief is beginning to sink in it quickly disappears when you open his phone to see there’s no reception.

“No no no” Your heavy breathing comes back and you sink yourself to the floor, letting your good foot rest as you try not to cry. You just want to check one more thing, one last thing that can give you hope. You check his call history, if he really did call for help there should be a call from Sunday. But his last call was to you on Friday.

Fear sinks in as you truly begin to panic. No one knows you’re here, no ones coming to save you from this madman. You’ve almost accepted your fate of being stuck here. This is where you’ll die.

“Ok let's not waste any more time here” A tall man stands by the edge of the lake, looking displeased to be up so early. Less than a hundred people stand in front of him, most of them search and rescue volunteers with a few familiar faces.

“We have taken a scan of the surrounding area from overhead and we have mapped out the area we are searching today” He holds up a print out of the photo taken, a rough outline of the area sketched onto the print.

“Do not go past this area, you all need to be accounted for before you head out and sign in to say you're leaving. Be gone a max of three hours before coming back and signing back in. This land is dangerous terrain and we need to make sure we don't lose any more people'' Once everyone has been handed the prints of the map they are left to their own devices. The regular volunteers of the search and rescue team already begin to start the search while the inexperienced stay to chat.

“Officer Aizawa” Kun calls out to the man running the whole search organization, Kun was familiar with him providing information about the land when you and Ten first went missing. He turns away from his coffee to find Kun half jogging over to him.

“Good morning Mr Qian”

“Thank you for allowing us to, you know, join the search. I know it's not usually ok for this to happen but it would really help bring peace to the boys mind” Aizawa looks over his shoulder to the area where the five boys were standing, all of them fidgeting nervously with something in their hands. Aizawa wished he could do what he normally did in these cases and bring them comfort, but the rate of survival was decreasing with every second that passed.

“It's alright, we could use all the help we can get.” His eyes stay on the group behind, watching as they do anything to pass the time. “Keep them in line, don't let them get too close to the case alright?”

“I don't know what that means?”

“You’ll know what I mean when the time comes”

As the day goes on, the search continues and everyone becomes more familiar with the land, becoming comfortable with going off on their own. Even the remaining members of WayV decide to break off, covering the most land as fast as possible was the best plan they could come up with right now.

As the hill gets steeper and muddier, Yangyang regrets leaving Hendery and going by himself. But he's gone too far to turn back now. Besides, having some time to think isn't always the best thing. He can't help but think about how weird this situation is. In the past few weeks, Ten had been acting strange, almost possessive of you. And for the two of you to suddenly disappear? He knew he was overthinking things but it didn't help that he was now standing in the middle of the woods alone, the only sound was his breathing. His fear began to eat him alive, his head spinning from the lack of oxygen. His breathier got heavier and heavier, hyperventilation soon taking over.

“Hello? Is anyone out there?” He wasn't sure if he even wanted to know, what if someone was out there? Then what? Paranoia ate him up, thoughts of serial killers and run away criminals beginning to fill his imagination. What if he really wasn't alone? The forest consumed his senses. The sun was beginning to set, animals scurrying back to their homes, crows yelling into the wind and the crunching of dry leaves on his feet.

He needed to calm down and quick but the only thing he could do in this situation was run, he wanted to run back from where he came from but all sense of direction became blurred. He ran until his feet burned and lungs felt dry. Although he stopped running he still felt a sense of danger lurking just around the corner. But something caught his attention, the sound of running water. He began to feel hopeful as he made his way towards the sound.

Even more, hope came over him as he saw a familiar figure sat by the edge of the water. “Ten!”

He excitedly called out. But his blood ran cold when he saw the dead look in Tens eyes as he turned around and stood up. Ten wasn't happy to see him, he didn't seem pleased that he was being rescued, instead, he seemed angry. “Ten?”

Yangyangs hard breathing came back but this time the fear was real, he starting slowly walking backwards as Ten headed towards him. “Ten, it’s ok, we can go home now”

“No!” The mention of home made him angrier and his walk turned into a sprint, this is the first time Yangyang fully registers whats happening, he didn’t want to believe before but the scent of murder is thick in the air. Yangyang only has a second to try and start running before Ten is on him, his body hitting him causing Yangyang to fall to the ground, his head barely missing a rock.

It's a struggle that doesn't last for long, Tens hands grabbing onto the younger boys head. Thumbs pressing into his eyes and gripping hard enough for Yangyang to cry out mercy. Yangyangs own hands are clawing at Tens arms, this can't be happening, not like this. Ten is his friend, his bandmate, his brother. And he's ending things like this? Yangyang doesn't want to die, not here, not now. But Ten doesn't have time to think about what he's doing, only one thing goes through his mind. You.

He finally ends it all, pulling Yangyangs head up and bringing it back down onto the rock with all the force he has left. A satisfying crack echoes throw the now silent forest as Yangyangs cries for help disperse into nothing.

Ten steps away from the body, blood soaking his hands and clothes as he tries to catch his breath. He almost feels guilty, he knows Yangyang was a good kid but things were finally going his way and he couldn’t let him interrupt. With Yangyang in the forest the rest of WayV must be here as well, a search party perhaps. He knows his fantasy isn’t going to last forever so he needs to use his time wisely. Leaving Yangyangs body to be found would only cause more issues. With the last of his energy he has left, he hooks his arm underneath Yangyangs armpits and drags his body back with him. His dead weight finally sinking in as a reality of what Ten had just done.

By the time you see Ten approaching the hut from out the window you’ve manifested all of your anger and you’re finally ready to confront him about not making the call. You were ok being stuck with him, you could put up with his fantasies as long as you knew help was coming. But to find out you’re stuck here with no hope of rescue changed your whole perspective on the situation. You were almost ready to just give up and die. But dying under his protection hurt your ego too much.

Except as he got closer you noticed his hunched over back, the way he struggled to get a breath in and most of all the red stains of blood standing out so clearly on his pale skin. Instead of coming to the door, he leads around the side of the cabin, finally standing upright and heading back into the hut. It’s more blood than what you first noticed. It's dripping off of his arms, a scene that seems so familiar.

“Ten what happened?” You begin to feel the same fear you first felt when you got here, the fear of the unknown. You didn’t know his intentions and you no longer knew what he was doing. He looks at you, his pupil dilated and he gives you an unsure look. He doesn’t know either. He goes back to doing whatever it is he is doing, tearing the place up looking for something. He gets more frustrated with every drawer and cupboard opened. Eventually settling with whatever is available. A hunting knife and a black plastic bag. He gives you one last look, but this seems more like an apology, you can see the sorrow in his eyes as he heads out and back around the side of the hut.

Curiosity and fear battle inside your head as you decide on do you want to say ignorant to whatever he's just done or should you know what you’ve got yourself into? Eventually, you decide to go over and investigate, taking the pain that will come with it. As you hobble over the window you slowly regret wanting to see more. Blood splatters onto the window as you see Ten huff and pull at something below. A million scenarios come to your head, your imagination running wild and what he could be doing. But never would you expect to see him dismembering Yangyang. Your heart sinks to the bottom on your stomach. You feel your blood run cold at the thought of him killing such a kind soul, killing someone who was trying to help you. You become dizzy and lose your balance, falling to the floor. You’re really in danger now.

“You let Yangyang go by himself?!” Hendery and Kun stand outside the now ghost house of Kuns parents getting scolded by Officer Aizawa. Hendery hadn’t thought much about Yangyang wanting to go by himself until he didn’t come back, Kun being there just because of the guilt of bringing them here in the first place.

“I’m sorry sir” Hendery tries to stutter out an apology but only tears come out, he crumbles in on himself as he sobs words of sorrow. Aizawa eyes him up and then turns his attention to Kun.

“He probably went off track and got himself hurt, we’ll start again tomorrow with him on our radar.” Aizawa rubs his eyes, he can't lose another one, so he makes a call all of them are dreading to hear. “The five of you are no longer involved in this search.”

“What? Detective Aiza-”

“Kun, I've made my decision, it's safer if you are all here, accounted for'' Kun feels defeated, he can’t stand himself that he keeps losing people, although he knows it's not really his fault. As the night grows older he knows that they have to head off and leave it up to the professionals to find the three of you. You can only hope they have enough time.

“Ten?” You speak up from the edge of the bed, watching him sulk at the table. He doesn’t turn to you, keeping his attention on the wall.

“I don't want to talk about it” Instead of being angry like you would have expected, he just sounds defeated. Maybe he knows what he did was wrong, or maybe he's just worried about the outcome.

“Ok” Your voice feels tiny compared to the silence filling the room. But what else is there to do? You try your best not to think about what you saw yesterday, but the image of a bloody and bruised Yangyang remains in your mind. You hope that isn’t how you remember him, you want to remember the happy kid. Not a bloated corpse. Yet there isn’t much else to think about, it seems Ten is thinking the same thing.

“Do you want to do something?” His voice breaks the silence, startling you.

“What?” He sighs and walks over to you, feeling a lot more like a real person than he has for the past days.

“Dance with me”

“Ten” You lip begins to quiver at the thought of trying again, sure your leg is a lot more stable now but that doesn’t lessen the pain. He doesn’t budge, a hand outreached for you to grab. Despite wanting to refuse, you don’t have the energy to fight back anymore.

“Come on we don’t have that much time left before we get caught”

“What?!” You lean back onto the bed, dread fills your body. “So you didn’t call for help did you?”

“Don’t say that, you don’t know that”

“Stop lying to me Ten! I saw your call history, you’re full of shit. You’re just keeping me here to play out your sick fantasy. Get some fucking help would you?” Your mouth snaps shut but it’s too late, the words already left you and he heard. Loud and clear. His eyes gloss over and a smile scrunches onto his face.

He pulls you up by your arm and you try your best to stay upright without putting any weight onto your bad leg. Usually, when he pulled these stunts he would give you some sort of pill to help with the pain, but this time there was nothing to help. “Ten wait”

“Shut the fuck up and dance would you” The pace at which he spins you round is to fast for you to keep up with. Focusing on staying upright with only one leg is too much for you to handle. Eventually, your bad foot touches the ground and you yelp in pain. But your cries are ignored as he continues in his blind rage. It feels as if everything is breaking again, skin bruising again as it twists unnaturally.

Then suddenly it's gone, everything. The pain, his touch and even his face. It all fades away as you float into nothingness.

The WayV dorms used to be filled with laughter, cats meowing and dogs howling. But it now sat silent. It wasn’t fun anymore, nothing was. Everyone mainly just sat in the lounge, where it felt less empty. They couldn’t stop thinking of the worst possible outcomes of this scenario and no one could blame them. It was a tough thing for anyone to go through, let alone those shoved in the spotlight.

There they all sat, in silence, spread across the various couches and chairs. Bella and Louis playing in front of them. What used to be an entertaining thing to watch, was now just another mindless way to pass the time. All of them were brought out of their trance by the sound of Kuns phone. He pulled it out and his heart dropped at the caller ID.

“It’s Aizawa” This either meant they were about to hear the best or worst news. Without wasting another second he picked up the phone.

“Good afternoon Mr Qian”

“Officer Aizawa”

“Now just alongside a small stream, we found a trail of blood. It hasn't been tested but we're assuming it's either Y/Ns or Tens. We’re going to follow up on it shortly but I just thought you’d like to hear it”

“Oh” Kun doesn't know what to say, sure this is closer to finding the three of you, but what if he doesn't like how they find you?

“Now when you first gave up information about the land you mention a hut that they would be unable to get to-”

“I doubt they would be there”

“Yes, I know you already said that but with evidence heading up into the direction it's worth a search. If I was lost out here I’d definitely be looking for shelter” Kun doesn’t want them to waste time looking but then again he needs to put trust into the professionals.

“Thank you”

“Y/N” A rushed voice came from beside your bed, it took a couple more calls of your name to realize what was happening.

“Ten?” You groan and sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, it's still early morning, the sun barely risen. When you wake up a little more you finally noticed that panicked state he's in. “Are things ok?”

“No, they're coming, we have to go right now” He takes your arm and helps you out of bed, unlike the times before where he was rough and aggressive. This time he moved at your pace, allowing you to move at your own speed.

“Who's coming?” It's still a struggle for you to be able to walk properly, but with a bit of limp, you're generally ok on your own.

“I don't know, the police?” You can feel his arm shaking as it supports you to walk, his voice breaking and matching his tone. But the police, they found you but do they know the danger going on. You can't run away from it now. But how do you stall him? “We have to go, please Y/N”

He must feel your resistance and has started to beg you to go with him. It's a mixture of fear and guilt that makes you go along with him. But it just doesn't feel right. The man you've been trying to escape from for the past week is finally getting caught and you're going with him?

He still holds your hand as he tries to run further in the forest, but the rough terrain and busted leg makes it impossible for you to keep up with him. Your hand leaves his as you try to stumble along at your own pace. But he doesn't have the patience for that. He almost trips trying to run back to you, the rotten leaves sliding under his feet on the steep hill.

“Come on, we don't have time for this” He bends down and exposes his back for you. Hesitantly you climb on, you don't trust his strength but it is his plan, not yours.

The two of you don't make it very far, running for a max of ten minutes before Ten can’t move anymore. He places you gently against a tree so you can rest, your ankle still irritated by the movement. “We should be safe here for now” He pants heavily, standing over you trying to catch his breath.

“Not like I can make it any further anyway” He groans as he sits down next to you, trying to get comfortable on the ground. He uses your thighs as a pillow and soon drifts back to sleep. You're not sure how he does it, you're too struck with fear to feel anything else apart from your heart pumping and the weight of his head on your legs.

“Sir we’re approaching the hut” The static of the young officers mic echoes in Aizawas headset, waiting for further information. The officer is joined by four others, all of them making their way up to the cabin where you were only thirty minutes ago.

Although they don’t find you, they find everything else. Empty water bottles and cans of food, a bed with strands of hair and blood staining the floor. “No sign of Lee or L/N”

“Guys” Another voice calls from outside the cabin, the few that were inside make their way out to investigate. All their hearts sink as they see what’s been pulled from under the hut. A pile of bloody jewellery, jewellery which once belonged to Yangyang.

“Um sir” His voice is shaky as he calls down his radio, he wasn’t prepared for this today, all he was ready to do was a recuse. But not this. “I think we need to move the case to a manhunt”

As the day goes on, Ten is still fast asleep on your leg, it gets to the point where you can barely feel it anymore. The whole time you've been contemplating whether or not to get up and make a run for it. There's the possibility that he’ll wake up as soon as you move, or even that you won't be able to make it far enough with your leg. But at the end of the day, if you don't even attempt to get away from him, you’ll die. So it's now or never.

You wedge your hands under his head, trying your best to keep it level so he doesn't notice your legs moving out from under him. With your legs free, you gently place his head on the ground. You slowly stand up, so as to not disturb the crunchy leaves, but as soon as you get a few metres away your slow hobble turns into a mad dash. You're sure he could wake at any moment and you need to get as far away as you can. You're running downhill which is both harder and easier due to your leg. It's easier to go faster but it's a challenge to stay balanced with only one foot.

Fear builds up with every step you take, so does the burning sensation in your bones. Every time you move forward the fire gets hotter and hotter inside your leg and it becomes impossible to go on any further. You slow to a stop, well slip to a stop as you slide on the wet leaves, landing on your ass with a thud. You pant heavily, for once you don't feel like you're in any immediate danger, your body senses it and for the first time in days you relax. Hunger, thirst and pain hits your body all out once. Your mouth is drying up and your muscles shake. Your head becomes light and your eyes begin to roll back, you fight it as hard as you can, begging for consciousness as all air leaves your lungs.

“Y/N” The sound of his voice echoes through the forest. It brings you back to the present, your head flipping in a hundred different directions trying to figure out where it came from. You hear it again, he sounds panicked, he knows this is it. You pull yourself off of the ground and beg for more time, for more strength as you start running again. More maniac than before, you can't die here.

You can't tell if you are making things up or not, every leaf crunch and wood snap sends a wave of shock through your body. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, yet every time you turned there was no one there. Hope surges through your body as you see a flash of yellow in front of you. The cabin, it's here, the police they're here.

It gives you the energy you need to continue on your run. You practically burst through the door, falling onto your knees in front of a startled officer. He draws his gun, you can see his hand shaking.

“Please” You sob, tears bursting out of your eyes as your body collapses. All your strength is gone. You cry out feeling your leg finally settle into pain. “He's coming please help me”

“Who's coming?” He puts his gun away crouching down to be at your eye level.

“Ten!” His face goes into shock, eyes wide. Did they not know Ten was a threat yet? “Please call for help, anything!”

“Um” He clears his throat and grabs into his radio, he clearly is unsure to say and you can't help him, brain fogged by fear. “I need backup at the cabin right now”

A muffled voice replies back, you barely understand what it said but the officer seemed to. “Y/Ns here but Ten..” He looks down on you, thinking about his next words. “he’s still on the run and poses as a threat, I need back up immediately”

“Thank you” Your emotions begin flooding out as you continue to cry, it's finally over. You're safe, you can go home. When you don't hear a reply from the officer you look up and see him looking past you, fear wide in his eyes. He slowly reaches for his gun, attempting to shuffle away from you. Your heart sinks to your chest as you realize what's going on. But before you can do anything about it you feel a hand grip onto your ankle, giving you a tug and pulling you back out the door. You fall back onto the soggy forest floor with a scream, Tens body leaping over yours into the hut. He lands in front of the officer, quickly moving to be on top of him. It's a struggle of strength and although Tens body is physically worn out, he has nothing to lose.

“Ten stop!” You cry once again, stumbling back into the cabin, your hand grabs his shirt and attempts to pull him off or even distract him from the poor guy below, who's catching most of the punches. Tens elbows fly back and land on your ribs. Winding you and sending you flying backwards. Your lungs burn more desperately than ever as you dry heave.

The sight in front of you plays out like a horror movie, the bloodied up officer reaches down and draws his gun but he’s too weak to do anything when Ten snatches it out of his hand and aims it at his head. He cocks the gun and fires. You gasp out and turn your head, feeling the warmth of blood splatter along your check. But soon tears wash them away. The ringing in your ear stops you from hearing Ten approach you, only noticing when he strokes your face. You flinch away from his touch. He's already taken two lives and he's at the end of the line, what's stopping him from ending it another?

“You're shaking” It's weird hearing concern in his voice after all that you've been through with him, because as convincing as it sounds. He doesn't care. “It's ok now, we're safe again, let's go back yeah?”

He steps away from you and you finally have the strength to look up at him, your body is curled in on itself. “Come on we still have a dance to do” He hand reaches out, the other still holding the pistol. Without a second thought, you swallow your fear and take it.

“Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul drop the weapon and put your hands in the air!” A stern voice comes from the entrance of the cabin, joined by harsh footsteps. It makes the both of you tense up, looking past him you're able to see a tall pale man, long black hair pulled into a hair tie behind his head. Your savour.

“Put the weapon down!” His voice turns into a yell and it makes Ten flinch. It's almost as if it knocks him back to reality, his eyes meet yours pleading for help. Your mouth falls open, trying to blabber out words that could possibly help him. But before you can do anything it falls into motion. The gun gets snatched out of his hand as several hands grab his shoulder, throwing him to the ground to restrain him. He keeps eye contact with you as if you're the only person in the room, and just like the first time you meet, he singles you out. He doesn't put up much of a fight but it's still a sad sight to see. Defeat. You want to help him, to give him hope that everything will be ok. Tears flow out of his eyes and he begs for you to save him.

“Y/N please!” It breaks your heart seeing him like this, although the relief of being saved is starting to sink in, he looks like a little kid, begging his mum for help and who are you to walk away?

As they pick him up and move him outside the focus turns to you, not that you can concentrate on anything other than him.

“Please Y/N, don't do this to me! Tell them what we did, we danced together yeah? We loved each other right!” Your heart sinks more and more at every word, he's rambling on garbage but you're twisted into believing any word.

“Miss L/N” You look at the officer in front of you, a small scar placed under his right eye. Maybe he's gone through this as well. You pray you're not alone. “Let's get you out of here”

As you are carried out on a stretcher, Tens yelling disappears into the void. All you can hear is the sounds of the forest and for once all fear is gone. You can appreciate the beauty of all around you. The light shining through the trees, small birds chirping, the sounds of leaves crunching is satisfying rather than fear-inducing. You take in the fresh breeze, filling your lungs with the air you've been chasing all week. It's the first time you've felt satisfied. First time you’ve felt safe.

Because after all this, you’re coming home, you are safe.