Title of Gift: Made In Heaven

Pairings(s): Navi

Number of Words: 1,645

Genre: Low-Key Thriller, Fluff

Warnings(if any): Death mentioned, slight gore (nothing too serious)

Note to my Giftee:
I sincerely hope you enjoy it! I was originally going to go a completely different direction, and make it more nail biting, but my mind wouldn't let me do so. I hope it's goo the way it is. I am very proud with how it turned out, and I hope you're not disappointed!
 

Made in Heaven

They met in high school. Hakyeon was sixteen, Wonsik just a bit older. One was a transfer student, a trouble maker from the start. He liked to start fights in the cafeteria. The other was smart, straight a’s, and a perfect attendance record. They were opposites, yet they came together in gym class, when both decided to sit out because basketball was stupid, and overrated.

They started dating a few months later. It began with a shy kiss after winter formal, when Wonsik dropped Hakyeon off after his date bailed on him. Within a week, it turned into much more. Fevered kisses in the bathroom, sly touches in the hallways, long nights in bed when one set of parents weren’t home.

It was a match made in heaven, it was just a wonder when their heaven became everyone else’s hell.

Wonsik was nineteen when he first killed a man. Hakyeon will never forget the day his lover came to his house, two in the morning, with blood all over his hands. It was Wonsik’s father that was the victim.

The man had hit him, the older cried to Hakyeon. He didn’t remember doing it, but the next thing he knew, a kitchen knife was through his neck. It had taken an hour to calm Wonsik down, and then they loaded up in his car and drove back to the crime scene.

Hakyeon was the brains, Wonsik was the brawn.

It was in that house, with all the lights on, at three in the morning – the witching hour – a monster was born. While Wonsik seemed distraught at first about the killing of his drunkard, single father. As Hakyeon sat – with bleach and other cleaning products around him – on the floor. The older laughed about it.

He laughed at how he was finally rid of the old man, about how he’d never have to deal with his bull again. Hakyeon couldn’t help it, but he found the way Wonsik spoke… endearing.

Fast forward eight years later, and Hakyeon had Wonsik whispering in rushed tones to him as his fingers worked quickly to pick the lock.

“Hurry,” Wonsik pleaded, and the younger couldn’t help but roll his eyes. His fiancé could be so impatient sometimes, even if they had all the time in the world.

“I’m almost done, can you be quiet, so I can concentrate?”

Brown eyes met another set in the form of a glare, and Wonsik effectively shut up, raising his hands defensively.

Wonsik may be the brawn, but Hakyeon held all the control in their relationship.
There was a faint click a moment later, and the door opened the slightest. Hakyeon raised his chin in victory, unable to stop himself from sticking his tongue out at the older.

A smirk was his only reply, as Wonsik walked past him and into the house.

Murder was the devil’s crime. The taking of another’s life was strictly prohibited in any law – yet – there was something so purely amusing about it. To hold power over someone’s life, it was blissful. To see the struggle, the light fade from another’s eyes… It was, satisfying.

It brought chills to Hakyeon’s spine, even now, after so many years; and he knew Wonsik felt the same.

“Be quick,” Hakyeon called after Wonsik now, as he watched his lover moved out of the entry way, and towards the stairs.

He simply received a thumbs up. Wonsik was a man of few words, but he did his job effectively. It was just how Hakyeon liked him. Since they were sixteen, to even now.

While Wonsik was taking care of business in the form of a thirty-two-year-old banker, who wronged quite a few people, Hakyeon’s mother in particular; said man laid down a duffle bag on the floor, and began to pull out supplies. Cleaning supplies, in various labeled bottles. While Wonsik made the mess, it was Hakyeon’s job to clean it up.

Wiping down everything that they touched, to the doorknob, to the walls, to the floors their shoes touched. It was all to ensure they safely had no chance of being found. They couldn’t risk their lives being ruined, just because of a simple slip up.

Bodies after bodies have been found in their town, and thanks to Hakyeon’s work, not one person suspected the dynamic duo.

“Yeon!” Came a shout from upstairs.

Hakyeon’s head raised, eyes wide. It was obviously Wonsik, and his voice sounded very panicked. Wasting no time, knife concealed in boot as always, Hakyeon made his way up the stairs when he heard another yell.
This time, it wasn’t Wonsik doing the yelling.

There was a crash, maybe something falling off a nightstand, and more sounds of struggle.

“Wonsik!” Called Hakyeon, as he found the banker’s bedroom.

The sight that greeted him was more headache inducing than anything.

The banker was dead, his body laying face down, tangled amongst the duvets of his bed. Blood was already beginning to stain the fabric. A lamp was shattered on the ground a few steps away, white ceramic littering the hard wood floor. It didn’t stand a chance when it fell.

“What the hell happened?” Hakyeon asked, voice gritting through his teeth as his eyes finally settled on Wonsik.

“Bastard,” started the other, voice coming out pained. “He stabbed me!” He complained, eyes wide, as he met the younger’s. “He had a damned knife under his pillow. Who the does that?”

It was reassuring that Wonsik sounded so calm, when Hakyeon was anything but. It was very rare that they would get hurt on the job. Even more so since a lot of the time, they kill their victims when they sleep.

“Lemme see,” stepping towards the older, Hakyeon reached for the hand that was covering the wound. He pulled it back, receiving a low hiss from the other, which made him let out a laugh as he observed the shallow wound.

“Don’t be a baby,” he spoke. “It’s not that bad, just a graze. Did he come at you with a swinging motion?”

When he received a nod as a reply, Hakyeon raised his hand and patted the taller’s cheek. “Such a child. You’ll be fine. Come downstairs so I can slap a band aid on it, and then I can begin cleaning up the mess you made.”

Wonsik followed orders swiftly, picking up the murder weapon, that was a curved hunting knife, and making his way back towards the stairs. Hakyeon paused for a moment, surveying the room once more. It would take some time, but he could get the room cleaned before morning light.

With that thought in mind, he followed after Wonsik downstairs.

They dumped the body a half hour outside of the town, somewhere they haven’t placed a body before. It was a patch of trees, that extended for about an acre and a half. It had plenty of shrubbery, and underbrush to conceal the banker.

They would not bother digging a grave for the man.

“That’s done,” heaved Wonsik, who was the one who carried the deadweight from their car to the man’s final resting spot. “How bout we go and get some breakfast?” He suggested, a mischievous twinkle residing in his brown eyes.

Hakyeon gave a shake of his head, as he stepped towards Wonsik, wrapping tanned arms around his neck. The height difference between the two sometimes bother the younger, but he wouldn’t dare tell Wonsik that.

“I smell of bleach and blood. I’d rather wash up before we went anywhere else,” he informed the older, pressing a swift kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Wonsik made a humming sound, eyes closing at the feeling of Hakyeon’s lips just barely against his own. “A warm shower does sound pleasant, especially if you’re involved.”

A roll of brown eyes, and a shake of Hakyeon’s head. Of course, that’s where his mind went.

“What?” Wonsik complained, his tone coming out as whiny. “Don’t judge me like I know you are. Do you know how I was when you were patching my wound up earlier? God, you’re so hot. I can’t believe I’m so lucky to have such a smart, and y boyfriend like you,”

Hakyeon was use to hearing Wonsik’s endearing words. They had been together for so long, that Wonsik wasn’t afraid to act like a teenager around him. The younger couldn’t be inclined to do the same. Somebody had to be mature, more often than not.

“Fiancé,” Hakyeon corrected, pressing another kiss to the corner of Wonsik’s lips.

He was teasing now… So maybe, he could be immature as well.

“You proposed to me a month ago,” he reminded.

Finally growing annoyed with Hakyeon’s antics, Wonsik forcefully pressed his lips against the others, hugging the shorter man close to his body as he stole whatever words were about to follow Hakyeon’s statement.

Breathless when he pulled back, Wonsik grinned.

“I know.”

It was their own personal heaven. Their relationship was seamless, beautiful in their own words. They loved each other unconditionally, and one made up for the other’s faults; and vice versa. The brains and the brawn. Two high school sweethearts, that were murderers by night. It was laughable, in hindsight, the ridiculousness of it all.

But they were determined not to get caught. It was a thrill in their mind, and possibly, the main thing that kept Hakyeon and Wonsik together. They would terrorize the people of their town in the dead of night, for as long as they were capable of doing so.

“I love you,” came Wonsik’s breathless whisper a moment later, as his head leaned against the younger’s shoulder.

“Now it’s my turn to say, ‘I know” Hakyeon replied, a soft smile gracing his lips.

They were a match made in heaven, and they were determined to keep it that way, despite the body count.