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bones and all
Major Tags: Cannibalism, major character death
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
[FILL] bones and all
Major Tags: MCD, gore, cannibalism
Additional Tags: ambiguous relationship, the inherent intimacy of eating someone whole and raw, canon-typical woncheol protectiveness
Permission to remix: Yes
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the fever is getting worse. sweat is beading on seungcheolâs forehead, his skin pale and clammy with it, his eyes nearly black with delirium. wonwoo can practically hear his brain cooking in his skull.
âyou canât go,â wonwoo murmurs, crouched next to the naked mattress, pressing his own cold hands to seungcheolâs face like they might put out the fire. âyou canât leave me, hyung, what will i do without you? what can i do now?â
seungcheol reaches up to touch him too, or at least he tries; his hand doesnât get more than a few inches off the side of the mattress before it falls back helplessly. âyou can eat,â he says.
no. âno, i canât, no.â desperately, wonwoo shoves up seungcheolâs shirt; the ripped towels heâs been using as bandages are already soaked through again, with blood and whatever else used to be inside him. wonwoo can smell that heâs dying, that the infection is too deep already. âi canât go search for someone right now and leave you alone.â
âyouâre hungry,â seungcheol slurs. this time both of his hands make it all the way to wonwooâs neck, and tug him down with the last of the strength left in them. wonwoo squeezes halfway onto the mattress, one leg slung over seungcheolâs, combing through his hair with his fingers.
âit would hurt you.â
âeverything is already hurting me.â heâs shivering against wonwooâs side now. âi want it, wonwoo-yah. i want you to be full.â
wonwoo doesnât want it. but he needs it, he knows that, the hunger is like a yawning pit in his stomach and it will swallow him whole if he lets it. âyou canât eat an eater,â he says pitifully. itâs his last defense. he feels stupid for being so fragile right now when seungcheol is the one dying. âthatâs what seokmin told me.â
âthat was one of his rules,â says seungcheol. âevery one of us has their own rules, but this is us, wonwoo, itâs just us. itâs me. i want to feed you. i want to make you a little happier than everyone else.â
he sounds clearer than he has in days. for a moment wonwoo thinks heâs getting better, that the fever has finally fought its way out of him, but when he pulls away to check, seungcheolâs eyes are still glassy and unfocused, his lips are still dry and cracking. the bottom one has split, little beads of blood seeping out of it. wonwoo leans in and presses their lips together, an impulse driven by the fact he knows he wonât get another chance. he can taste the sickness in the blood as it smears between their mouths.
âiâd starve for you, if you asked me to,â he says.
âi'm not asking you to.â seungcheolâs head lolls to the side, baring the skin of his neck, his long dark hair stuck to it with sweat. âiâm asking you to eat. carry me in you, wonwoo. love me.â
the first hot gush of his blood across wonwooâs tongue is like a dam breaking. wonwoo can feel himself crying as he eats, the salt of tears and blood mingling in his mouth, and hear a distant sweet lowing like cattle being slaughtered; it takes him a moment to realize itâs him making the noise. seungcheol is silent beneath him. he doesnât make a single noise when wonwoo bites into the soft pocket beneath his jaw, doesnât do anything but lie there and let wonwoo swallow him.
âyouâll be the first,â wonwoo says through a mouthful of seungcheolâs cheek. âthe first one i eat bones and all. youâre special, hyung.â
he is specialâthis is specialâwhen else would a predator eat another predator? who else would ask wonwoo to love them?
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you have way with words <3 thank you for writing this! honestly brought me so close to tears.
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[Fill]: In the Heat, It Searched For You
Major Tags: Major Character Death, Cannibalism
Additional Tags:
Permission to remix: No
A/N: I finished the book today and Iâm worse now
***
Soonyoung is not the first, but heâs the first person Wonwoo regrets. They sneak out of their hotel, run around on the beach, fall back against the sand and reminisce about their last year of high school. The rhythm of the waves lulls Wonwoo into a comfortable calm.
âI really like you, Wonwoo,â Soonyoung says. His eyes shine in the moonlight. Wonwoo can smell the salt on his skin.
Waves crash into the shore. Whoosh. Whoosh. Like the beating of a heart.
The normal spike of panic he feels isnât there. The sand is cool, Soonyoungâs hand is warm against his, and Wonwoo tugs their bodies closer together.
âMe too.â
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whatever sounds Soonyoung makes are drowned out by the waves.
Junhui is the first person Wonwoo meets that is just like him. He is nineteen years old, on a bus to nowhere, when Junhui sits in the seat across from him. Their eyes meet and Wonwoo feels like heâs been hit by lightning.
Junhuiâs eyes widen, a knowing smile on his lips.
Introductions lead to Wonwoo following Junhui into the woods. They camp under the stars and heat up cans of food over the fire. Junhui is like him but he is not like him at all. Thatâs the feeling Wonwoo gets the longer theyâre around each other. Whatever compels Junhui to eat, itâs not the same feeling he gets.
And what feeling is that, a small voice in Wonwooâs head taunts. What really makes you hungry?
âWho was your first?â Junhui asks him. Curious. He asks a lot of questions. Wonwoo doesnât have a good answer for most of them.
âI donât remember.â
âI donât believe you.â Junhuiâs smile is sharp in the firelight. âEveryone remembers the first one.â
âI was a toddler.â
âYour parents must have told you about it. Even if they didnât think you were the one that did it.â
Wonwoo remembers flashes of it. Long hair shining in the sun, the lacey curtains pulled back from the window. It seems impossible, even now, that a little boy with baby teeth could eat that much.
But he did. He couldnât eat the bones then. Heâs never told anyone that. He remembers them in a pile on the floor.
âThey only told me we had to move. Theyâve never wanted to admit it.â
âBut they let you stay with them,â Junhui says. He falls back against the grass, his eyes fixed on the stars. âDo you think they were afraid of you?â
There is a dream Wonwoo has sometimes, when heâs sick or stressed or so anxious he canât breathe. Heâs back on the wood paneled floor in his living room, a toddler staring into his motherâs stricken face. She reaches for him but recoils. His father shoos her into their bedroom. They share a look, but Wonwoo is too young to understand what it means.
In the dream, Wonwooâs father unhinges his jaw like a snake and swallows the bones, his eyes on Wonwoo but looking through him.
He looks at Junhui that way now, seeing but not seeing.
âThey loved me. That was worse.â
Junhui is gone when he wakes up. There is no bad taste in his mouth or shreds of clothes caught on bushes. He wonders if theyâll ever see each other again.
Wonwoo meets Seungcheol in a convenience store. They are both buying the same brand of mouth wash. Seungcheol keeps looking at him like he wants to make conversation. Sometimes, when Wonwoo feels especially bad, he thinks about walking up to strangers and telling them what heâs done.
I ate the first boy who told me he liked me. How can a person hold that much inside of them? Where do they go when Iâm done with them? I still have his ipod in my bag.
Seungcheol leaves before he can say anything to him at all. Itâs not until two days later, when Wonwoo walks out of a rest stop and into an almost abandoned parking area, that he even learns his name. Seungcheol is wiping blood from his mouth, truck door open, the dome light making him look particularly monstrous.
âYou headed anywhere special?â he calls, beckoning Wonwoo closer.
He shakes his head. He canât stop looking at Seungcheol. They both know what heâs done but neither of them really cares.
âHow did you know that I ââ Wonwoo starts. The words die in his mouth when Seungcheol shrugs.
âI just knew. My name is Seungcheol. Do you wanna head west with me?â
The sunlight is warm in the truck. Wonwoo loses track of how many days theyâve been traveling together. There is a plastic bag tucked under the seat. They could just throw it out, but Seungcheol doesnât want to litter. Theyâll find a place, he assures him. Wonwoo isnât sure if he realizes what heâs saying could mean many different things.
âHow do you choose?â Wonwoo asks him one night. Theyâve scrounged up enough money for a room in a large cabin rental. They wash their clothes in the sink, hang them to dry next to the window, and settle into a bed thatâs barely big enough for them both.
âBad people,â he says. Itâs the easiest, nicest answer in the world. Wonwooâs stomach drops. âPeople who deserve it.â
âThen add me to your list. Iâm the worst of them all.â
Seungcheol shakes his head, reaching between them for his hand.
âYouâre not bad, Wonwoo.â
âIâve eaten anyone thatâs ever cared about me.â Wonwoo whispers it in the dark. He wants Seungcheol to ignore it. There isnât room in the life theyâre forced to live for these kinds of truths.
âEven your parents?â
Wonwoo shakes his head. âThey must have loved me, but ââ
âBut not enough,â Seungcheol finishes for him. âSome people believe that when you eat someone, they live on inside of you. Maybe youâre just keeping them safe, preserving their memory.â
Wonwoo lets the words settle over him. Is that why he ate Soonyoung? Mingyu? Jisoo? His babysitter?
Is that what love really is? Devouring until thereâs nothing left?
Seungcheol kisses him in the bed of the truck theyâve parked on the beach for the night. The waves are soft, rhythmic, an easy pace they match with their mouths. Wonwoo can smell the lingering smoke from the fire on Seungcheolâs skin. He shoves him away and wraps his arms around his middle.
âIâm sorry,â Wonwoo says. âWe have to stop.â
âYouâre afraid.â Seungcheol reaches for him but Wonwoo moves away. âWhat did I do?â
âItâs me. If we keep going, what if IâŠâ Wonwoo takes a shaky breath. âI donât want to do that to you.â
âHave you ever been with someone like us?â Seungcheol asks.
If Wonwoo concentrates, he can hear the strong, healthy pound of Seungcheolâs heart. Ba-bum. Ba-bum.
He shakes his head.
âI really like you, Wonwoo. Iâm not afraid of you.â
âYou should be.â
Wonwoo lets Seungcheol move closer, lets him uncross his arms and take his hand. His breath smells like cinnamon mouth wash.
âIf you eat me, Iâll still be with you. Iâm not afraid to die like that. Itâs a pretty nice way to go.â He cups Wonwooâs face, thumb smoothing over his jaw. âCan I kiss you again?â
Wonwoo is in love with Seungcheol. Heâs not sure when it happened, when sleeping under the stars and eating cheap canned food and sneaking into abandoned vacation homes to shower became something he wanted to do with Seungcheol forever.
Wonwoo loves Seungcheol and Seungcheol loves him. That is the truth, but two things can be true at the same time. Itâs also true that Wonwoo hasnât eaten in weeks. His body is quick to remind him of this.
He wants Seungcheol and he wants to eat Seungcheol. Wonwoo tastes the salt of his own tears when they kiss, hands roaming over Seungcheolâs body with every type of hunger.
Heâs not sure how far they get by the end. Wonwoo tastes blood. Seungcheol doesnât scream. The only sounds are the pounding of his heart, the rush of the ocean. Bones against teeth.
People like them, theyâre the monsters. Monsters donât get happy endings.
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