SCRIPTUM | DRABBLES.

serial killer // im jaebum

prompt : i don't know why i just woke up to you cooking me pancakes but i'm not complaining,

genre(s) : fluff, humor

cast : im jaebum as the r00d af intruder who's worse than a serial killer, lee eunsook as his (not so) poor and innocent victim, and im jaeun as the unimportant hoe

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Lee Eunsook liked to pride herself on the fact that she wasn't easily surprised. Of course, that wasn't really true ㅡ but hey, a girl can dream, right?

So when she woke up with a pounding headache to hear the clattering of pans in her kitchen, it made sense that the first thing she grabbed was her handy dandy baseball bat before going to inspect the commotion.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn't have even been going to investigate, and in fact should have ran in the (hypothetical) other direction as fast as she could. After all, in horror movies, the first person to enter the haunted house was always the first person to die. (Or were they? Eunsook didn't like watching horror movies, so she wouldn't really know.)

She crept out of her bedroom door, her toes whispering against the soft carpet beneath the feet as she moved stealthily in a way she hoped was similar to a ninja ㅡ because let's be honest, who doesn't want to be a ninja?

The further into her apartment she went, the more she began to hear a buzzing noise, which slowly phased into a discernible tune of someone singing a familiar song that she couldn't seem to name.

Right before she turned the corner into her kitchen, the source of the noise, Eunsook halted outside.

What if it's a serial killer?

She thought about it for a while, truly contemplating the idea of a mass murderer standing in her kitchen, but the possibility seemed so unlikely, she sacked it almost immediately ㅡ

and decided that, yes, it was totally safe to enter her kitchen, where the someone who had broken into her house was.

After all, she did have a baseball bat.

(The strange aroma of cinnamon only made the prospect of entering all the more enticing.)

So, she tightened her grip on her only weapon, and nudged the door open.

"HYAHHHH!!" Eunsook screeched out her patented battle cry, before blindly smacking the intruder on the back (rather violently, actually) and extracting a deep yet somehow feminine yelp out of him.

"Ouch!"

And it was at this moment, when the trespasser's (very well defined) back slowly faded from her view as he turned around and revealed his (infuriatingly hot) face, that Eunsook knew she fucked up.

Honestly, she wasn't expecting this. She stood with her mouth gaping, letting the baseball bat clatter to the ground from her grasp to the linoleum tile floor as she just... stared.

"Yah!" He exclaimed, a bit angrily.

"I know I'm hot, but staring is a bit rude." A smirk was already playing upon his lips, and Eunsook was already anticipating the cringe worthy line she knew he was going to say.

"Take a picture; it lasts longer."

But, like always, Eunsook was completely unaffected by his words, and she continued to stare at him.

"J-Jaebum," she stuttered out, her eyes as wide as the lenses of a magnifying glass.

"Im Jaebum!"