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Yoo Joong-Hyuk's life was perfect and peaceful as can be
a nice car, a lovely cozy 2-bedroom house in a safe neighborhood, a respected job as head detective of the crime division and to tie it all up an absolutely gorgeous husband
a perfect life indeed if it wasn't for his drive to kill is unwavering, resolute and all-consuming.
Yoo Joong-Hyuk, with his white-picket fence, wonderful husband and steady job...is a serial killer.
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well, he wasn't always a killer back in high school when he and kim dokja were just dating he was normal a tad bit cold and aloof, but he had friends and was a model student with a gaming career planned.... then his beloved sister, his only family yoo mia was killed in cold blood on her way from school worse of all the killer got away with some fancy lawyer and money.
something went completely cold inside him from that day, and it was also the first murder he ever committed, he gave up his gamer career and prepared to become a law force but not to catch and throw these disgusting murders in jail but to make sure he's killings were flawless and hidden.
well, that was his life now. wake up, pretend to solve the murder he committed himself last night and come back home to his sweet husband and plan the next murder
of course, he kills only once a week, different ways each time so no one can ever connect the dots and since he's the best detective in the city, no one ever notices the few murders of scum people that go unsolved next to the huge pile of solved cases on the other side
Yoo Joong-Hyuk was both the perfect killer and detective.
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The body appeared on a Thursday.
Detective Yoo Joong-Hyuk stared down at the corpse beneath the harsh white alley light, expression carved from stone. Around him, officers moved in restless currents. Radios crackled. Rainwater threaded through the gutter in thin pink ribbons.
Male. Mid-fifties. City council member.
Corruption charges pending.
Three sealed assault accusations.
Untouchable until now.
The victim’s throat had been cut with surgical precision.
“Detective Yoo?”
He looked up. Jung Heewon stood beside the tape barrier; arms crossed against the cold. “You look like you recognized something.”
“I didn’t.”
A lie delivered smoothly as oil.
He crouched near the body again no blood splatter no fingerprints it was a perfect crime he nodded and got up
The rain intensified.
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By the time Joong-Hyuk returned home, it was close to midnight.
Their house windows glowed gold against the dark city skyline.
Warm. Soft. cozy.
For one suspended second, standing outside the door with another man’s blood still ghosting his hands beneath latex and soap, Joong-Hyuk felt peace.
Then the door opened before he touched the handle.
Kim Dokja blinked sleepily at him, oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder. “You’re late.”
Joong-Hyuk stepped inside automatically. “You should be asleep.”
“You say that every time.”
Dokja smiled.
It was small. Gentle. Familiar enough to unknot something vicious in Joong-Hyuk’s chest.
The apartment smelled like ginger and broth.
“You cooked?” Joong-Hyuk asked.
“You forget to eat when you’re working.”
Dokja took his coat before he could protest. Fingers brushed briefly against his wrist.
Joong-Hyuk watched him move around the kitchen under dim light and felt the old terrible thought settle into place again:
Too soft.
Kim Dokja was too soft for this world.
That was why Joong-Hyuk did what he did.
Some people deserved to disappear.
Some people deserved protecting.
And Joong-Hyuk had long ago accepted what kind of man that made him.
“You’re staring,” Dokja murmured without turning.
Joong-Hyuk slowly got up and went closer to dokja hugging his gently from behind, his huge frame wrapping over his petite husband, he buried his nose in kim dokja's neck breathing in the comfortable scent of new books and home. kim dokja giggled at the tickling breath and leaned back on his husband and turned to face him, Joong-Hyuk swore on his life his husband looked like an angel of heaven in very way.
kim dokja is a man with soft skin and beautiful features he has the prettiest kind eyes that in the soft lighting looked like they held all the stars of the universe in them and that small teasing smile was enough to make Joong-Hyuk forget all the evil of the world and made him remember why he still kills - he **HAS** to keep this man safe, this beautiful man he didn't deserve, this man the reason he hasn't joined his sister and the reason he hasn't burned down the world.
"Like what you see?" kim dokja teased and Joong-Hyuk really is a weak man in front of his husband he leaned in the captured his small husband's soft lips, Joong-Hyuk wrapped his hands around kim dokja's narrow waist as the smaller man looped his arms around his husband's neck they swayed softly like that a little enjoying the moment and only parted to breath, dokja chuckled and gently pushed his husband back down in the dinner chair and served him hot soup and sat next to him supporting his hands on the table.
"so~ how was work",
"The usual", Joong-Hyuk replied gruffly sulking on ending the kiss and being forced to eat "you still don't use tomato's" he noted off-handed.
"I never use those things" dokja huffed amused at his husband's sulking then pecked him softly on the cheek "you say 'the usual' like you want something more than murders and missing people", he said eyes narrowed "...do you want something more ..mh interesting".
Joong-Hyuk still happy from the peck didn't hear anything after it
"Yea maybe", he said staring at dokja's lips
"Mph ok I'll do it" dokja said chirpily then smirked wider at his husband's obvious interest "Come to the bedroom after your done eating I..." he smirked "...might have a sweet surprise for you",
after kim dokja left with that lovely promise Joong-Hyuk finished the soup in 2 gulps, washed up and before entering the bedroom messaged his partner Jung Heewon saying he'll be late for work tomorrow well because he knows he's husband really gets ... creative in the bedroom.
let's just say he certainly wasn't disappointed.
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It's been a week since his last murder Joong-Hyuk was planning on who to choose when he got a frantic call from his partner of an emergency case and only when he came to the crime scene did, he understand.
The body was strung upside down on a telephone pole the body was mutilated beyond recognition a plank stuck to the body on it written was all the crime committed
rape and murder of an 18-year-old girl
got out of all charges cause he's father was a rich businessman
Joong-Hyuk just stared at the corpse with cold eyes, the desire to solve the case went out the window.
but he had to pretend to be interested and went along knowing he won't solve anything,
The very next day another body showed up the exact same manner of killing but different crime plank but there was something else on the building wall written in blood
ꨄ︎ ~IS THIS INTRESTING ENOUGH BABE~ ꨄ︎
Yoo Joonghyuk's blood turned to ice as he froze, he remembered a distant memory at a dinner table but he threw the idea as fast as it formed no way it could be, he relaxed cause of course there way no was he's innocent sweet husband could ever be capable of anything close to something like this it was just a coincident.
back home he walked through the door and found kim dokja on the sofa sitting comfortably reading one of his novels and as soon as he spotted Yoo Joonghyuk he rushed to hug him, his stary eyes gleaming softly and Yoo Joonghyuk relaxed completely feeling silly he even considered suspecting this sweet angel of a man Yoo Joonghyuk picked up the smaller man as he was giggling and collapsed on the sofa with him .
"What is it are you in a good mood babe?", dokja asked laughing as Yoo Joonghyuk was nibbling his neck softly,
"A new nut job in town", Yoo Joonghyuk relied as dokja turned back to his novel as he cuddled against the bigger man. Yoo Joonghyuk hugged his angel of a husband and breath in his scent again the same scent of new books and home and....he froze and smelled again ...blood? no way Yoo Joonghyuk stiffened a little, dokja noticed and turned around confused,
"What is it honey?", he asked softly Yoo Joonghyuk forced himself to relax and hugged his little husband again "nothing just...something stupid anyways what are you reading", dokja light up in a second and he started rambling about mc's and dragons but all Yoo Joonghyuk could think of was the smell of blood on his husband but he tries to brush it off maybe he just has a cut or it was just a weird perfume or something
after half an hour of the smaller man's rambling he fell asleep on Yoo Joonghyuk's chest meanwhile Yoo Joonghyuk was gently holding the smaller man and really thought about it
...so, what if his sweet husband is a killer, so what if he has a new hobby, it doesn't change anything for them Yoo Joonghyuk still loves the angel in his arms so what if he's an avenging angel it just makes him hotter if anything Yoo Joonghyuk hugged his small husband closer and fell asleep so who cares if his angel is a bit of a killer the little angel is completely his after all.
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Kim dokja woke up first only to find out his was being held by his husband and felt elated and nuzzled closer into his chest looking up dokja felt like the luckiest man alive his husband was absolutely gorgeous, a perfectly chiseled body and a face carved by gods perfect in every way, he's quite happy he killed all the whores who were throwing themselves at this man, HIS man when they were in high school. all of it was worth it of course now he had Yoo Joonghyuk all to himself his idol. dokja didn't have a happy childhood at all. His parent’s cruelty had carved deep hollow places into him long before he ever met Yoo Joong-Hyuk. Back then, Dokja had lived quietly. Invisibly. The kind of boy teachers forgot existed two seconds after attendance ended.
Then Yoo Joong-Hyuk sat beside him in class one winter afternoon and suddenly the world had color.Dokja smiled faintly at the memory, fingers curling into Joong-Hyuk’s shirt.
People always misunderstood obsession. They treated it like something ugly. Violent. Twisted.
But wasn’t love simply another form of devotion sharpened to a dangerous point?
Dokja would do anything for Joong-Hyuk.
Anything.
His gaze drifted upward toward his husband’s sleeping face.
Even asleep, Yoo Joong-Hyuk looked severe. Brows slightly furrowed. Arms locked protectively around him like iron bands.
Dokja melted a little.
Cute. Very cute.
Especially because Joong-Hyuk thought he was hiding things.
Dokja carefully slipped out of his husband’s hold and padded toward the kitchen. Morning light spilled pale gold across the counters. He hummed softly while making coffee, entirely relaxed.
Until he sensed it.
The shift in the room behind him.
“You’re awake.”
Dokja turned.
Yoo Joong-Hyuk stood in the hallway, tall and silent, dark hair slightly messy from sleep. Watching him with unreadable dark eyes.
Dokja smiled easily. “You stare a lot lately.”
No answer.
Joong-Hyuk walked closer.
One step.
Then another.
Dokja tilted his head innocently, though inside his pulse skipped with delighted anticipation. There was something different today. Something sharper beneath the surface.
Joong-Hyuk stopped directly in front of him.
“You smell like bleach.”
Dokja blinked once.
Then laughed lightly. “That’s your opening line this morning?”
“You were cleaning something.”
“A stain.”
“What kind?”
Dokja lifted his coffee cup calmly. “You sound like you’re interrogating me, detective.”
For one suspended second, neither moved.
The air between them tightened like piano wire.
Then Joong-Hyuk reached out.
Dokja’s breath caught when rough fingers slid beneath his sleeve, exposing the thin healing cut near his wrist.
There it was.
The that wasn't there till yesterday, and was identified to be possible by the forensic department.
Joong-Hyuk’s thumb brushed over it once.
Slowly.
Dokja watched his face carefully.
Suspicion.
Recognition.
And beneath it all...
Excitement.
The realization made warmth bloom in Dokja’s chest.
“Joong-Hyuk,” he said softly, “if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to misunderstand~.”
Silence.
Then Joong-Hyuk asked quietly:
“Did you kill them?”
No anger.
No horror.
Just certainty seeking confirmation.
Dokja stared at him for a moment before smiling. Small at first.
Then brighter.
Terrifyingly fond.
“I was wondering how long it would take you.”
The kitchen became very still.
Outside, rain tapped gently against the windows.
Joong-Hyuk should have arrested him.
Should have called the task force.
Should have reacted like any sane detective discovering his husband was a serial murderer.
Instead, he stepped closer.
Closer.
Until Dokja was trapped lightly against the counter.
“You wrote that message for me,” Joong-Hyuk murmured.
Dokja’s cheeks tinted faintly. “Maybe.”
“You copied my methods.”
“You looked like you were getting bored.”
A pause.
Then, to Dokja’s complete delight, Yoo Joong-Hyuk laughed.
Not loudly. Not warmly. But real.
Low and dangerous and alive in a way Dokja had almost never seen.
“You’re insane,” Joong-Hyuk said.
Dokja beamed. “You married me.”
Their eyes locked.
And somewhere in the distance, buried beneath storm clouds and city noise, another siren wailed.
Yoo Joong-Hyuk had once thought he married an angel.
Turns out heaven had sent him something far more dangerous.