Title Sequence Of Hausu (1977) Dir.Nobuhiko Obayashi

— Title sequence of Hausu ハウス (1977) dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi

Some Ninja PCY and BBH 😳

People saying they've always hated chanyeol and thought he's cringy and I'm just like "damn! Y'all really have so much energy to waste on hating someone that doesn't know your ass exists. Amazing"

Baekhyun officially king of everything 👑

Haunted|| BBH

CW: Gonna keep it 100, if zombie dick isn’t your thing then don’t read. Happy Halloween.

Word count: 1.6k

Fluff/Angst/Smut/Horror. Sort of.

Accompanying song: Love Song by The Cure.

I’m not going to lie, I proofread by using Microsoft’s ‘Read Aloud’ option and now every time I read ‘Baekhyun’ I hear it as ‘Bake-Hi-Yun’. It’s really sad. ~

“I’ve missed you.” Baekhyun pouts as he stands by the foot of your bed. “Did you know this?”

He tilts his head and undoes the last button on his blouse with an “Ahhh,”

Baekhyun smiles suggestively as it falls to the ground with a slight thump. Stalking closer, he works to undo the tie. “Have you been faithful to me, babe?”

You’ve learned to pretend the smell of rotting flesh does not bother you. You shift beneath perfect, white sheets.

“You better have been. I might be mince meat, but my dick’s still fully functional.” He scoffs, before kicking out of his slacks. “Anyhow...”

He leans over and rests his cheek against the valley of your breasts with a delighted hum, especially as you reach out to tousle his hair. Baekhyun’s smile is so bright, you’d never guess he died five years ago.

“How’s your year been? I missed you. Did I say that yet?”

“You did.” You nod before sitting up on your elbows. “It’s every other thing that you say, actually.”

Baekhyun nods pensively with a jut out lip. “Ah, well. I’ve missed you~” He sings.

You nearly smile at his cuteness. Nearly. You shift and his forehead lands on the swell of your belly.

Baekhyun nuzzles you with a giggle.

“And you wore the nightdress I like! I knew you wanted me.”

“Of course I want you, Baekhyun.” You reply, hoarse and emotional, touching his cold cheek with the pad of your thumb.

Baekhyun’s tongue darts out to give your fingertip a lick. His spit is cold and slimy. You shiver. He pouts. You push your thumb further past his lips so that he doesn’t feel unwanted. Baekhyun’s dead, not emotionless.

Baekhyun smiles and moves up on his knees. “I’ve missed you too.” Though you’re hesitant, you’re sincere. Baekhyun knows this so he closes his eyes and smiles wider.

He begins to roll the sheets down your thighs, letting the cold and his skin bite you as your undressed bits hit the air.

“I probably miss you more than you miss me. I’m awake all year, you’re asleep for most of it. Do you know what that’s like, Baek?”

“Nope!” He replies simply, before pushing his head up the hem of your nightdress and popping back out the neck hole. “Hiii...” His grin is goofy.

“Hi.” You reply with your own, more conservative, smile.

You shiver, teeth clattering as Baekhyun wraps himself around you. “Baby, you’re so warm.” He breathes, knees hitting against your sides as he straddles your lap. Your body works overtime to warm you both back up to the standard 36.6.

With trembling arms, you hold Baekhyun like a vice.

“It’s kinda turning me on, actually.” He giggles, voice going husky as he gracelessly peels the thin fabric away from you both, leaving it discarded somewhere only the rats know to look. Fuck it. It doesn’t matter anyway. Baekhyun slides his boxers off with all the primness of a virginal school girl before licking his top lip. You laugh again.

You hold him until his body is purring and red. He squirms between your legs, something like a newborn, or maybe an earthworm. “My lips too, baby.” He breathes, displaying his perfect mouth, marred only by its blueish tint.

“Of course, how could I forget that?” Your muse with a small murmur before leaning in to rectify this too. The warmth against his cold lips make him sigh, shoulders relaxing in your touch.

It was only two Octobers ago that you worked up the courage to place your mouth on his. You know you’re going to have an upset stomach the next morning but for now, it’s well worth it. Baekhyun tastes like nothing, maybe a little sour. If he finds out that every time he kisses you, you get sick, he’d probably cry and forbid you from ever kissing him again. The thought makes you smile grimly.

It’s not just Baekhyun’s mouth though, having sex with him will undoubtedly lead to disgusting, putrid infections. Boils, abscesses. Rank, agonizing and painful. You are not equipped to handle your dead lover.

So, you lie. You lie to Baekhyun, who can’t stay for November first even if that’s what he wants. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him and you welcome the way he rots you as proof this encounter isn’t just grief-fuelled mania.

His delicate fingers reach out to cup your jaw as he slides his tongue past your lips. It curls, like a snake, against yours as your fingers reach out to grope his chest. Baekhyun pushes himself into your hands with a coo. He’s weak against you, keening when you lean down to wrap your tongue around a taut nipple.

He was a lot brattier in life. Now, he’s so hypothermic that every touch is a blessing. You miss his demanding nature but you’d be lying if you said the way he’s become so docile isn’t charming in its own right. Your lips trail up his pec, to his prominent collarbones, then, you nestle into the curve of his long, slim neck and attack the skin there. “You know what else is cold?”

With an exasperated laugh, you grapple his shaft and warm it up in your soft hands. He bucks into your palms with a moan and leans back on the pillows.

“I’m sorry I’m gross.” He breathes. “You’re right. Seduction isn’t your strong suit, Baek.”

He rolls his eyes at you but takes the flattery. “So I’m not a nasty fuck?”

“No, you are. You get pretty perverted quick.” You respond with the same stupid voice. Baekhyun huffs before slapping your fingers away from his flesh.

“Fine then!” He raises his chin indignantly. “Ride me.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Come on. Giddy up.”

You brace a hand against his thigh before mounting him. Baekhyun winces at the heat radiating between your legs. “Baby, I don’t think you can take it.” You coo, touching his cheek. With a growl, he grabs you by the hips and slams you down on him.

And then Baekhyun screams.

He screams so loudly that you scramble off of him. Baekhyun doesn’t allow you, he wraps his arms around your lower half and pushes his face deep into your chest.

His shoulders tremble as if he’s crying. “Baekhyun!” You shout, your teasing turning into panic. “Baekhyun, if it hurts then pull out!”

He shakes his head and ruts against you. You bite your lip as you feel him move. Beneath your palm, his stomach is a concave plane. With his body wracked by tremors, he finally speaks. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

“B—”

“What are you waiting for? Next year?” He snaps. Hesitantly, you lift up before sinking back down.

Baekhyun falls back with a groan, teeth digging so deep into his bottom lip that it splits around him, drawing thick, black blood. You stop again.

“No. Keep going.” He begs, taking a sharp inhale, his thumb pressing into your hipbone. So, you do, and his mouth falls open, eyes rolling back as he takes it. “Fuck!” Baekhyun’s voice raises an octave. “That’s it!”

He claws at your skin in desperation. “Baby, I need more. Faster! Fuck me faster!” His hips rise to meet with your movements.

The sounds that slip through his ruined lips are guttural and dirty. You reach down to wipe the coagulated mess and, deciding that you can’t give him the intensity he needs, Baekhyun flips you over so that you’re between him and the mattress.

His pace is harsh and unrelenting, skin against skin as he somehow finds a way to push places he’s never been before. It ruins you, rots you, destroys you. His kiss tastes of old blood and he cums inside of you with a bruising thrust, before pushing his fingers inside of you when you don’t reach the same end.

It squelches— the sounds of his nails pushing his seed further and further into your body. You tremble, cry and then collapse in finality. Afterwards, Baekhyun doesn’t whisper how good you are, he doesn’t tell you you’re a good girl for taking it as rough and dirty as he needed. He lies there spent with a set jaw because any sex, even bad sex, is still sex.

You take it upon yourself to place the blanket over your bodies. “Post coital tristesse?” You offer and he nods with a faraway look to his eyes. “‘Course.” He shrugs.

His fingers touch yours. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For being me. For not letting you move on. For a lot of things. I’m dead. We need to stop pretending that I’m not.” You shake your head.

“Maybe I don’t want to move on. Maybe I don’t want anybody else.” Baekhyun sighs and laughs, a hollow, dry sound. “I’m just sayi—”

“Who was it who asked if I was faithful and told me that I better be? Where is this energy, Baekhyun? I’m in this for life. I will always love you. I will always be faithful to you. Stop telling me how I should feel.” You flip onto your back and stare at the ceiling, your throat pregnant with emotion.

His lips touch your shoulder. “Of course...” He mumbles in resignation. You are too stubborn to argue, and Baekhyun is too weak to go back to sleep when he wakes up in his coffin once a year.

“Thank you.” “For what?” You scoff.

“For loving me.” He replies, voice small. You turn around and see that there are tears in his eyes.

“Even though I left you here all by yourself. You still love me and I don’t deserve it.” His gaze avoids yours.

“It was an accident.” You comfort, hand on his wrist. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know it would happen. No one could’ve known.” Baekhyun shakes his head with another defeated laugh. “Just tell me about your year.”

“Baek—” “Do it. In as much detail as possible. I want to feel like I’ve lived it with you.”

You want to espouse a line about how he did, just in his heart and-or in his own way, but you think it would just make Baekhyun feel worse.

Taking a deep breath, you begin from November first of last year.

Baekhyun finally smiles again whilst listening to your antics. He relives it with you well into the night.

When you fall asleep, it’s because he sings to you and the next morning, you wake up with a stinging fever and swelling.

Despite yourself, you wrap your arms around your burning wounds, and crawl into the empty space Baekhyun once lay. You savour the pain as proof of his visit, praying the hurt lasts until the next year, if not kill you altogether.