3 Works by httplotto
Listing Works
-
Tags
Summary
“Your car.” Minho says slowly, deliberately, punctuating the night with his words.
The world’s quietest bullet shot straight through Jisung’s chest.
Silence.
“I said, I want your car.” Minho tilts his head, flicking ash onto the street. Then, like he’s explaining something to a child, “Winner takes the loser’s car. I’m sure you’re used to that kind of thing, right? I’ve heard you’ve got quite the collection.”
-
J.0ne has always remained untouchable.
Until now.
-
Tags
Summary
He turns. Looks at the camera.
Old static hisses across the screen. The tape kicks back a few times, Minho’s movements repeating themselves, his head turning, turning, turning. The sound sputters and chokes on itself, shudders around the room.
Then Minho is looking right at him, and Jisung is looking right back. Locked in time. Frozen in place.
Something is wrong. He can feel it in his bones, ballooning in his chest.
Something is wrong.
Minho isn’t smiling in this tape. He just stares at him. Stares, and stares, and stares.
It’s just Minho’s unmoving, blank, pale face on the screen.
It’s just him and Minho and the dark. Something like a knife sinks itself into Jisung’s stomach.
.... .- -. / .--- .. ... ..- -. --.
-
Han Jisung finds a bag full of VHS tapes at his favorite thrift store. Naturally, he watches them.
-
Tags
Summary
Felix craved him in some sort of carnivorous way.
Candied delusion. So sweet like sugar floss on his tongue. The rush of fantasy that urged his body to work, work, work in hopes for some sort of reward that may or may not exist for him.
Felix glanced down at his phone, the screen dark and reflective. That morning, he had made sure to style his long, chocolate colored hair extra carefully. Made sure to dab rose petal blush across his sharp cheekbones, and made sure his lips were extra glossed and extra pink. He even decided to wear his glasses more often to work instead of his usual contacts, simply because Chan wore the same type of glasses too, as if that would make Chan like him. He woke up so much earlier than usual to do these girly, almost middle school like things, because—
Well. He wanted to be extra pretty for Chan.
He wanted him to want him. Wanted to see his eyes linger and his mouth water in some sort of raw, unraveled way.
-
Lee Felix wants his dad's best friend and business partner to raw dog him.