Meet me in the middle (of life and death)

[heonynchans]

 “Baby, we can’t keep meeting like this,” Haknyeon tsks, hands gingerly holding yet another passed soul. Hyunjoon grins, fangs dripping with blood as he pushes himself up. His siren tail flickers in the water, brushing off droplets of water as his turquoise scales glimmer under the moonlight. Another ship lies wrecked on his shores, residing on an island sailors call Siren’s Hold.

But Hyunjoon didn’t hold any of the souls he collected.

No, the souls are just for attention, so Haknyeon would show up and be Hyunjoon’s for a few, short-lived minutes. It’s psychotic. It’s sick.

Haknyeon can’t stop himself from coming back.

“Then stay with me,” Hyunjoon retorts, curling his fingers on Haknyeon’s forearm.

“Stay, and be mine,” Hyunjoon pleads, voice hoarse from singing all night. Not even wax in your ears could block out Hyunjoon’s song. It’s raw, unhinged and absolutely addicting, dancing in Haknyeon’s ears like a symphony. He can’t resist it, even if he had been the one to cause it.

“I can’t be yours, baby,” Haknyeon mutters, trying to tear his eyes away. Hyunjoon is beautiful in every way, smooth black hair glistening in the moonlight. His eyes are deep like midnight’s brightest twilight, burning with desire as blood glistens on his beautiful plump lips. Haknyeon’s eyes involuntarily drift to them.

“Then take me with you!” Hyunjoon argues, “if you can’t be mine because you’re the grim reaper, then take me with you in that lantern of yours! Just please—“

A choke.

“Don’t leave me,” Hyunjoon pleads, tears slipping down his cat-like features. Haknyeon feels his resolve cracking, the thread that hung his immortality so close to snapping as he reaches out, swayed by the siren’s command.

Haknyeon stops himself.

“You’re immortal,” Haknyeon comments, “I can’t take your life.”

Hyunjoon growls. “Yes you can. You could kill me, right here and now.”

Hyunjoon surges forwards, grabbing Haknyeon’s wrist.

“I can’t handle being away from you,” Hyunjoon whispers, so broken and Hainyeon’s resolve shatters. He abandons his lantern and scythe, shedding his reaper form as the world descends into panic, unprepared to lose their reaper so fast. The ground shakes violently, protesting the choice but Haknyeon doesn’t care. He surges forwards and closes the distance, finally allowing himself Hyunjoon’s tantalizing taste as his immortality fades, leaving Haknyeon as the twenty-two year old human he was before he took on his, ah, job.

Hyunjoon smiles into the kiss, sighing as he kisses back. He tastes like the sea breeze and the blood of the land-dwellers, a taste so foreign to the grim reaper, the one unable to love for fear of losing his immortality.

Haknyeon would trade that for the beautiful siren in his arms anyway.

“I love you,” Haknyeon whispers, ignoring the storm pooling in the distance. He knows what it means. It’s a punishment for both of them, for daring to fall in love when their entire existence forbids it. They have a few minutes, tops, and Haknyeon is going to make the most of it.

He grabs Hyunjoon’s waist and pulls him onto his lap, still making out with him as he allows himself to drown in this languid yet addicting feeling. Hyunjoon groans into the kiss, a song bubbling in his throat. Haknyeon sighs.

“I love you,” Hyunjoon murmurs back, pressing their cheeks together as they finally open their eyes.

Lightning strikes and takes it all away, but it doesn’t matter.

They die in each other’s arms, finally content in their millennias spent dancing around one another, meeting only when Hyunjoon had killed yet another sailor.

Now, Haknyeon can be his only sailor, forever and ever.

And ever.

Drive the blade through me, baby.

Shoot a bullet through my head.

Rip my heart out of my chest.

Give me the sweet release of death.