Doctor Demon

The corridor was engulfed in a deathly silence which chilled his spine. There was no one in sight but the quiet world was unsettling him more than its lack of people. He took a sharp breath, his foggy breath visible in the desolate corridor which was haunting him. Taking one step, he tried to find a source of sound. Any sound.

"Hello?" he called out. 

His voice did not echo but stayed in one place as if trapped. He looked around but was not sure what he was supposed to look for. There was not a soul in sight but the strange world was overwhelming him. He continued to walk along the corridor but it seemed to be endless. There was nothing ahead but a pitch black darkness which was inviting him to its midst. 

"Urr...ehhh...ur…"

Startled, he turned around and was shocked to see a strange creature crawling on the floor. It was like a spider but to his horror, the limbs were made of human hands. The creature had thousands of eyes which were sewed shut and a mouth which made the croaking noise. It did not face him but slowly dragged itself across the floor as if in immense pain. He knew that the creature did not feel the pain because it was a Mindless. They did not feel pain.

He continued down the path, following the creature. Even if it was a hideous sight, the creature was the only thing in sight and he was glad to have at least something in that deafening world which was making noises.

"Looks like you're trapped in here forever, huh?" he muttered.

The creature did not pay heed to him but kept on crawling. They were now in another corridor which had several doors on each side which looked like apartment complexes. He slightly frowned.

Why did this place look familiar?

"Urrr…" the creature croaked. It had stopped and seemed to have sensed something. He also paused in his steps as he felt the atmosphere thicken with a cold fog which was slowly creeping up on them. A white mist was curtaining their view and a dark figure was slowly appearing in front of him.

He did not move nor did he react but his heart was gripped by a dread. Time had stopped at that moment while the world around him had gone even quieter. 

The figure was moving towards him. It watched him carefully, as if gloating of its existence. He did not know why he was scared but his heart knew who it was.

"Watch your back, brother," the figure chortled. It could not reach him nor touch him but it could scare him. Even in that state, it knew that it held power over him.

"Who are you?" he asked in a hoarse tone.

"You know who I am but you'll never be able to find me," it said. "But I will find you. I know your weakness, Ohm Hobin and I'm coming for it."

The cold voice should have made his spine chill but his fingers clenched into a fist and the fear was ebbing under the threat the mysterious being gave him.

"Don't you dare hurt her!" he gritted. "I'll-"

Suddenly, the figure disappeared and the whole world was thrust into complete darkness. The creature and the shadow had vanished. The ground under him slipped and he felt himself falling into an abyss.

"AHHHHHH!" he screamed as he fell but no one could hear him. He tried to hold on to something but there was nothing to hold. Instead, he was thrust into the darkness, engulfed in its dangerous arms.

…

Hobin woke up with a start. For a moment, he was blinded again and he felt as if he was back in that strange world but to his relief, it was daytime. The sun was shining brightly outside, its rays entering his apartment through the open window. He slowly sat up and tried to recall his dream but he completely forgot what he saw. The only thing he recalled was total silence.

"What the hell?" he muttered but shrugged off the thought. Hobin looked at the mirror beside the bed and realized that he was completely naked. The events of last night rushed back into his mind and he flashed a dorky smile. 

He turned to his side to find Jina but she was not there. The smell of fresh waffles hit him and he could hear coffee brewing in the kitchen. Putting on a shirt and a pair of pants, he went to the kitchen.

Jina was there, preparing breakfast while humming to herself. She was wearing the white shirt he was wearing last night and happily flipped the waffles. Her face lit into a bright smile when he hugged her from the back, holding her close.

"Smells good," he murmured, kissing her neck.

"Waffles are my specialty," she giggled.

"I was talking about you."

He kissed her blushing cheek, enjoying its rosy tint. Jina playfully hit his palm to drive him away from her. Hobin smirked and helped her to put the waffles on a couple of plates before serving them on the table. Jina was about to sit on a chair next to him but he pulled her close, making her sit on his lap instead.

"What are you doing?" she laughed.

"Having breakfast of course!" he said, feigning innocence. 

He held her close with his left hand and cut a piece of waffle. Picking it up with a fork, he held it in front of her. Jina, still blushing, ate it. She repeated his action, holding the waffle on a fork to feed him. He occasionally stole kisses from her while they finished their breakfast in that manner.

"And now for dessert," he murmured against her back, gently kissing her shoulder.

"You just had waffles!"

"Not that…"

Jina giggled when she felt his naughty finger gently stroking her thighs. Her skin was already full of red marks thanks to him but he was not done with her yet. He wanted to hold her closer and keep on loving her all day long. She shuddered in his arms as his fingers slid between her legs. Hobin smirked when he felt her moist flesh underneath.

"Commando?" He teased her.

"I couldn't find my panties!" She replied. He grinned and kissed her neck while she purred when his fingers began to massage her clit. Jin parted her legs even more leaning against his chest while he fondled her down there. Her breathing was shallow and ragged. She turned to her side, facing him. Their eyes were full of longing again.

She kissed him, letting their lips slowly explore each other while he inserted one finger in her. Jina moaned against his lips as he thrusted his finger deep into her, rubbing her walls. His thumb was still rubbing her clit when he inserted another finger inside her. She gasped in pleasure, her walls squeezing around his fingers and she parted her legs even more.

Hobin sped up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of her in rapid manner. His thumb rubbed her vigorously, making her shake in delight under his touch. He could feel her flesh getting wetter and he sped up. 

Jina was almost bouncing and moaning as his fingers tormented her. She grasped his arm which held her, feeling his touches. He was kissing her neck, leaving more hickeys on it. She mewled as her climax peaked again. His fingers moved faster until she arched her back and let her juices explode.

"Ahhh…" she gasped. If his arm was not holding her, she would have fallen off the chair but he kept her steady. Hobin pecked her plump lips several times to make her feel relaxed. Jina was too weak and wobbly to walk so he carried her in his arms. She hid her face in his chest as he laid her down on the bed.

"Are you alright? Are you in pain?" he asked her. She lowered her head and slowly shook it.

"No, just a little sore," she admitted. Hobin patted her head. He found it cute whenever she blushed like that. Who could have thought that this blushing bunny was a tough detective?

"I'll run a bath for you," he said. She watched as he went to the bathroom to fill up the tub. Hobin filled the tub, checking the temperature until it was perfect. He came out to find that Jina was on the phone. Her earlier bliss was now replaced with a serious expression.

"Got it Jiwoon," she was saying. "Where's the place?"

Jiwoon was saying something from the other end and Jina nodded. "We'll be right there," she said.

"What is it?" Hobin frowned.

"There's been another death," Jina replied in a serious tone. "In Street H. A teenager killed himself. He was found dead in front of his laptop by his mother."

"Another one?" Hobin frowned. They were now truly worried. Was this kid also the victim of a contract? But who could have signed it? And why?

"We don't have time to spare," Jina said.. "Let's get going."