Serial Killer Problems (San)

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Choi San had been watching you for some time now, taking note of your habits and your schedule as you lived out your life in ignorance bliss, unaware of the predator hiding in the shadows. He had killed hundreds of people without an ounce of regret, believing that each one had it coming to them. Honestly, they were the scum of humanity as far as he was concerned - he was doing the world a favor! And now it was your turn. Why had he chosen you? What offense had you committed that was so terrible that it warranted a death sentence from this pink-haired serial killer?

Your crime? Being a kpop super fan.

He was disgusted by how you fawned over idols you had never even met, treating them like gods and throwing your money at them as if they were high-end hookers. Your room was like some twisted shrine dedicated to your biases with albums stacked up against one wall, forming a mountain of wasted money. Photocards and posters filled the walls to the point you couldn't even tell what the color of the paint was anymore. And you were so shameless about it all, too, wearing clothes with your bias's face printed on it out in public without a care in the world. When he first saw you, it drove him mad!

But Choi San was not an impulsive killer and as badly as he wanted to destroy you then and there, he restrained himself and began the hunt. Two weeks was all it took to learn your schedule and he was finally ready to take action. The night was warm, the neighborhood quiet and calm. It was the perfect night for murder.

San stood under the faint glow of the streetlight, dressed in all black so he could easily slip through the shadows like a cat on the prowl. The corner of his lips slid up, his eyes glinting as he crossed the street to your house, twirling a lockpick around his finger. "I hope you're tucked into bed all nice and snug because Choi San is coming for you~"

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A relaxed sigh passed your lips as you relaxed on the lounge chair, shaded by a large palm tree. The breeze was cool, the sky filled with fluffy white clouds. Seagulls squawked as they danced in the sky and the waves washed up against your bare feet. It was the most at peace you had felt in a long time and you never wanted it to end.

A cold glass was pressed against your cheek and you glanced up, smiling at your ultimate bias as you took the drink, sitting up so you didn't spill it. "Thank you~"

"Of course. For you, I'll do anything, jagiya."

Your heart fluttered at the words, a content sigh passing your lips. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

You smiled brightly and then you noticed something strange. Your bias's face was growing distorted, like a glitch in the matrix. A pained scream echoed somewhere in the distance and the sky started to darken. "What's happening?"

"Wake up, Y/N."

"Eh?" You frowned in confusion, standing up as the world around you started to crumble. "Don't tell me... this was just a dream sequence?!"

"Yah, wake up!"

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Your eyes snapped open, taking in the sight of your ceiling. A frown tugged at your lips and all you wanted was to go back to sleep and continue that glorious dream. What had even woken you up?

"You sleep like a brick."

You blinked, propping yourself up and looking to the side of the bed where a man stood, dressed in a black sweater and black jeans. His pink hair was slicked back away from his face, a smirk on his lips and amusement dancing in his dark eyes. You should have been scared by the appearance of a strange man in your home, just chilling by your bed, but there was only one thing that crossed your mind. "Damn you're hot."

His smirk fell and he sent you a look of disbelief. "Are you dumb?"

"Only on Sundays," you replied, stifling a yawn before looking down at the sheets covering your legs. "Is this another dream sequence?"

Shaking his head, San reached forward to pinch your cheek.

"Ow! What was that for?" you scowled, bringing your hand to your cheek.

"You're not dreaming."

"Oh... well, damn. What's a hottie like you doing in my room, then?"

He chose to ignore that comment, his smirk sliding back onto his lips. "I've killed your family and I'm here to finish you off~"

"But... my family doesn't live in Korea. You went to a different country just to kill them? That's some serious dedication."

"What? No. The family you live with."

"I live alone, though?"

"Alone?" his brow furrowed and he glanced at the open bedroom door, bringing his hand to his chin. "Who the hell were those people in the living room, then?"

"Eh?" Your eyes widened and you shot up to sit on your knees. "There's people in my house?!"

"You can not be serious..." he deadpanned. What was he, chopped liver? Why were you so concerned about other people being in your home when he was standing right there ?

"Yes, I am!" you frowned, crawling closer so you could grab onto his arm. "We have to call the cops! I can't believe there are people in my house! Oh god, what if they came to steal my kpop collection?!"

"Get a grip!" He scowled, yanking his arm away from you before slapping his palm against your forehead to push you back. "You are not going to call the cops, no matter what happens from here on out. And there's no one in your house anymore because I killed them."

Your eyes widened further and for a moment, you just stared at him in wonder, your mouth hanging open. He felt uncomfortable under your gaze and he just couldn't understand why you were looking at him like that. Where was the fear? The discomfort? Before he could question you, you launched yourself at him, your arms around his slim waist.

"Y-Yah!" he cried out in surprise, his body stiffening beneath you and his hands suspended in mid-air because he was unsure of what to do with them. Choi San was not a man that got caught off guard often, but he had also never been hugged by his soon-to-be victim either.

"You saved my life, thank you so much!" You looked up at him with such adoration and warmth that he felt his face growing warm. No one had ever looked at him like that before. People had always looked at him in fear before he claimed their life and he had always believed that to be the best feeling he could possibly experience, but this... this was a whole new experience for him and it terrified and thrilled him at the same time.

Getting a hold of himself, he pushed you away roughly, hoping the darkness would hide the flush of his cheeks. "You're seriously dumb, aren't you? Do you even realize that I came here to kill you?"

"I do."

"Then why aren't you freaking out?"

"That's easy," you replied, tilting your head to the side as a small smile came to your lips. "You may have come here to kill me but you didn't and you even stopped the people that broke into my home. You're my hero!"

"H-Hero..." If his face was warm before, it was on fire now. In his life, Choi San had been called a lot of things - delinquent, troublemaker, trash, monster, murderer, psychopath - but never a hero. Why did his heart rate suddenly increase? Why were his fingers trembling around the knife he held in his left hand? How easy it would be to just fling his hand forward, ending your life with one stroke of the blade, and yet... he couldn't bring himself to lift the knife. It was the first time in his life that he hesitated to end someone and he didn't like it.

"Thank you." You reached out, taking his right hand between your own and bringing it to your chest. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name." You didn't catch it because he hadn't given it.

"My... name..." He knew he shouldn't tell you, it was a risky move that could put him in a lot of danger. He knew this fact very well. "Choi San." He just didn't care.

"San-ssi," you tested his name on your tongue and smiled brightly. "Thank you for being my hero, San-ssi!"

All he could do was nod.

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"And that's how I met my husband!" you chirped happily. Your friends sat across from you, looking equal parts terrified and worried by the tale you had just told them.

Naomi was the first to recover, setting her drink down on the table. "That's a, uh... interesting story, Y/N..."

Ryuu cleared his throat. "And probably not something you should go around telling people..."

"Hm? Why not?"

"Because he's a -" Ryuu promptly shut his mouth when San appeared, dressed in a suit and looking fierce.

The man in question pressed a kiss to your forehead before settling down beside you, crossing one leg over the other. "Sorry I'm late, darling."

You gave him a lovely smile, eyes shining with love. "It's okay! I was just telling my friends how we met."

"Y-Yah," he scowled at you, completely caught off guard by your statement. "You can't just go around telling people that."

"Why not?" you frowned, taking his hand in your own and lacing your fingers together. "It's the day I met the love of my life, how can I not share that?"

His cheeks darkened the tiniest bit and his gaze softened. "What am I going to do with you, hm?"

"Love me forever?"

"I already do," he murmured softly, bringing his forehead against your own.

Naomi and Ryuu exchanged a look, not knowing how to process this situation. They were worried and rightly so, but you seemed perfectly content with this man and he seemed to be gentle with you.

San's sharp gaze fell on them and they tensed up, feeling a shiver go down their spine. "This story stays between us. You tell no one, understand?"

Both of them swallowed nervously, nodding to show their compliance.

San nodded, glaring at them for a moment longer before returning his attention to you, his expression softening as he tugged you into his arms.