Fics like a song of longing.

There he is, right in front of him. The person that he’d never thought he’d find. He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful person Yunho has ever seen. His hair is dyed the red of a fresh pool of blood, with soft curls falling around his cheeks and brushing over the back of his neck. As Yunho stares, the man tucks a clump of hair behind his ear, which draws his attention to a pink birthmark near his left temple, his perfectly sculpted brows, and black pearl eyes lightly lined with makeup. And in those eyes, reflected back at him like stars glimmering under the surface of a pond, is the same kind of restlessness that Yunho sees every single time he looks in a mirror. The same kind of gut-wrenching boredom that plagues his days, that is only satiated by blood and muffled screams. Somehow, no one else seems to have noticed, but to Yunho, the man might as well be announcing it in screaming technicolor. I am like you. In which Yunho, CEO by day and serial killer by night, falls for Yeosang, one of his employees, who happens to have dark desires of his own. Luckily for Yunho, Yeosang falls right back.

Fics like a song of longing.

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