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Dear Human,
I am going to eviscerate you.
This is not a request, nor is it a warning, it is simply my most carnal desires presented to you as simply as they present in my own heart.
I have lived a very long life, and my collection is full of very special odds and ends. I have memories of a fight, a child’s first soccer ball to the face, a woman’s consequences from too many years of cigarettes. My casings are lined with rows upon rows of the shiniest pieces, the most putrid of losses, and yet nothing has ever made me hunger quite like you.
I do not simply wish to crawl into your bed at night while you sleep, though I imagine your skin is as soft as it is pleasing to admire. The wishes of lesser and base creatures to creep into mortals’ beds while they are unawares for the mere sake of imposing has no interest to me, for my personal motivations have expanded beyond petty indecency.
The moment I laid eyes on you, radiating with the heat of brimstone from one beautiful, beaming smile, I knew that you had to belong to me entirely.
How will I acquire your precious offerings?
Will I rip them out, one by one? Or will you be more inclined to lose them valiantly? I’d be more than willing to watch you fight with the strongest man in the room until your bloody and pulpy remains are scattered across chipped concrete, if only to please you.
By whatever means necessary, I will acquire each and every one of your teeth and place them on my most prized shelf, amongst the very likes of royalty and fame.
I know nothing of you, other than that you are mine alone, and alone I shall have you.
Your Admirer,
Chenle
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Dear Human,
Have you ever heard of the origins of the myth of the Tooth Fairy? There are many theories, many stories that intermingle into one outlandish tale.
Pagans had their preferred version, as did the wanderers in the east, and the desert dwellers in the south.
In my opinion, as the sole proprietor of these myths, I find the French tale to be the most amusing. How ridiculous and wonderfully gruesome to imagine a fae creature shrinking themselves down into the likes of a mouse, only to steal the King’s teeth? If anything, it should have been much simpler to remain as fae, because rats feel a bit conspicuous.
Whatever the reason for such a tale, it brings me joy, and I must admit its one I don’t mind associating with. Perhaps I am some woeful scavenger, doomed to spend eternity picking up the broken fragments of a life I can never enjoy.
At the very least, I find profound joy in being so, and that can not be taken from me.
Please leave your house more often, it is exhausting to sneak in,
Maybe I will try becoming a rodent to catch just one more glimpse of you.
Chenle
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Dear Human,
You are so beautiful when you laugh. Like poison you wound me, like a plague you invade me.
I am beside myself with a need I can’t name, an itch I can’t scratch.
There is a freshly polished place on my shelf just for your teeth. The sharpest one I will wrap in metal twine and wear around my neck, though I require deeper inspection to determine which that is.
I once again implore you to come out more.
Your Humble Creature,
Chenle
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Dear Human,
Upon further consideration, I think that I would be willing to acquire your teeth by acquiring you as well. I could keep you in my home, have you smile for me whenever I please, and spend my nights with my fingers in your mouth, asking you to bite my flesh so that I may map out every spike and dip of your molars.
It is your singularly sharp canine on your left side that intrigues me most, but I have places to be I’m afraid, so I can not go into detail now.
Your Little Mouse,
Chenle
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Dear Human,
I have finally learned your name.
Jaemin Na. Jaemin Na. Jaemin Na.
It rolls off the tongue quite nicely, as clean and sharp as each little tooth in your mouth. I have been following you more these days, and it has made me slightly less mad with want, while simultaneously reaffirming my desires. You are perfect in so many ways that not even my mind that has lived many years can comprehend.
You are so very witty, human. Every time you make a joke the entire room lights up with smiles that pale in comparison to yours. When a thought occurs to you that is pleasant, I see it on your features, especially in your brow. When I watch you from afar while you study, your hair shimmers in the sunlight, the unnatural silver only forgivable because it is upon your head like a crown.
I am determined now more than ever to see this through, Jaemin Na. I wish for your morsels to be mine, and so I shall have them, even if the idea of bloodying your perfect casing is a bit hard to bear.
With Devotion,
Chenle
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Dear Jaemin,
I very much enjoy the way you bite into food, and the way you chew on your pens, and the hem of your sleeve. As if knowing I am there, you are always showing off, and it… consumes me.
Chenle
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Dear Jaemin,
My sweet, sparkling Jaemin.
I have done something I can not reconcile with, and I require that you hear me with an open mind.
Tonight I watched you through a window, your limbs entangled with another man, your lips perpetually parted in pleasure.
I was bewitched the moment I saw you, covered in a layer of sweat that made your entire body shimmer. And your teeth—good God your teeth.
It is clear that you are a biter in the most primal of ways, your sharp teeth sinking into plush flesh like an intoxicating drug to my poor senses. How must those teeth feel? What kind of mark is left in their wake? How satisfying is the slide of your mortal saliva?
You nip at cockheads and tug on foreskin, leaving bruises to soft thighs and teasing at nipples. Everything you do with those pearly and perfect specimens drives me beyond a point of no return, and with each passing day I have to wonder if I even desire returning.
I will have you, Jaemin Na. One way or another I will steal you from your bed and take you to where you belong—in mine.
Perhaps the mouse had motive in his changing form, because I know you will not find me desirable as I am. My skin is too ashen, my bones too sharp, my eyes too black. You will look at me and see only what your mortal eyes allow, and I can not risk such a thing.
Fear not, my perfect Jaemin, for I will be worthy enough of your ravaging mouth.
Agonized,
Chenle
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Jaemin,
I have spoken to you for the first time, and my heart weeps now that you are gone.
Your eyes are round and perfect, like reflections of the moon, and your lips are plush enough for me to sink my teeth into.
You laughed at my joke, and I stared for a moment too long.
Tell me, human, is it so easy to fall for you? Have I always been susceptible to such things, or are you simply overflowing with all things made to tempt me? Your words are like sweet jam, the movement of your body like textured honey. I wish to drown in you until my lungs crystallize, covered in bite marks and bruises that tattoo me in the shape of your mouth.
Never have I lost myself to a human, and definitely without such swiftness.
When will this end? How do I survive you?
With Aggrandized Hopelessness,
Chenle
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My Sweet Human,
It has been many days since I last wrote to you, and in those days we have become incredibly close.
I no longer feel an upending need to scribble my desire on paper, because you listen to my tangents with a smile on your face, your perfect morsels on display just for me. We stay up far too late discussing things like the universe and the ideas of far off places. You never question my vast knowledge, and you impress me with your own.
Sometimes when I am alone at night, I picture that you are also something unexplainable, that we are somehow fated equals who need each other to survive. Even now I am digging myself a very deep grave, covering myself in the heaviest of dirt in the hopes that images of you will stop surfacing.
This… feeling, this obsession, it is consuming me, and I know I will not be satiated until I have had every part of you.
Your Desperate Mouse,
Chenle
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We have kissed.
You grabbed my face and we kissed.
You even bit my lip.
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Never have I known pleasure.
Even when I was so sure that my soul was satiated and my insides fulfilled, I realize now that falling for you, Jaemin Na, is a far sweeter gift.
We spend every waking moment together, and when I close my eyes, there you are in my dreams. Those agonizing teeth of yours leave marks in my flesh that last for days, and when I shove my fingers in your mouth, you bite on them in just the way I want you to.
It has been months since I last watched you through a window, but only hours since I forced your jaw open, minutes since I last marveled at the sharpness of your left canine.
Every day I feel as if I am closer to owning you, and others it is I who is an object for your pleasure.
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My Lovely Jaemin,
I Love You.
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Dear Jaemin,
It has been far too long since I last stole something that did not belong to me.
I became so enraptured in stealing bits of you to keep for myself that I have completely diverted from my purpose.
Sometimes my instincts rattle when I stare at you a moment too long, and when I blink I see your skull where there should be flesh. I am madly, deeply, truly in love with you, and I would never hurt you, but sometimes I itch.
You have crawled beneath my skin, and I wake in the middle of the night with the urge to dig you out, if only to swallow you whole.
You are sleeping in my bed only five feet away, and you are perfect.
I will never hurt you.
Your servant,
Chenle
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Dear Jaemin,
I am sorry. Happy one year anniversary.
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Dearest Jaemin,
I have become content in keeping you forever.
Overcoming my madness was simple, like putting on pants, or counting sheep. I simply forced one foot in front of the other until I had no choice but to continue on. Of course you smile at me every day, so proud of me.
Your teeth are as perfect as ever, shiny and bright in a perpetual grin. I sit and stare at you from the end of my bed at times, watching each fleck of dust fall into the socket where your eye once sat. Sometimes I have to brush your teeth for you, because it pains me to see them untouched.
Every night when I touch my cock I make you watch, and when I drink my morning coffee you listen to the stories of my day.
The spot I cleared for you was perfect, you fit right in.
Though I wish I could have kept you whole, my love, it is just as sweet to wear your canine around my neck.
With Unending Remorse,
Chenle