Un-un-undead (Renhyuck)

Chapter 3

It seemed to be a slightly longer time, before those familiar knocks came at his door again. Sure enough, it was Renjun with his red, woolen scarf standing and smiling. Perhaps a blindfold would've been useful this time; looking at a round-two corpse with eyes thoroughly chewed out was rather startling.

"You did a sloppy job on that burial, huh." His mouth seemed to be working perfectly fine, however. He hung up the scarf behind the door, Donghyuck closing it behind him.

"And yet it took you ages to get out? Dumbass." Click.

"Nah. I made a couple visits first. You got the special treatment last time so it's only fair, isn't it?" The corners of his eye sockets creased, in the weirdest smile Donghyuck had ever seen.

"That is fair. You're right."

Perhaps Donghyuck's high hopes hadn't been for nothing: other than the new scars and visual increase in holes, nothing much seemed to change. Which was good- it meant he could keep Renjun around for longer.

So, starting the poison in small doses would be the best course of action. First in his morning coffee (with some sugar and milk too, to be fair), then in the cup of water left on his bedside, which Donghyuck let out a giggle when he discovered it empty the following morning.

"Anything else you remember, then? Whilst you're still here. Are you planning any more visits?" Renjun snickered at that, letting the razer teeth show. His head physically wobbled a little, as if trying to gauge where exactly Donghyuck was to avoid replying to a wall (this had happened before).

"Depends on how long you keep me here for. And as for the stories..." The rusty cogs in his mind creaked and turned, processing what information he'd come back with this time. "You liked your best friend, in middle school. Being the coward you are, you never confessed. And by that point it was too late." Unfortunately, not wrong. Donghyuck had the grace to laugh at this one- at least it was delivered in a less shocking manner. By less shocking, it meant that he'd gotten used to the gravel in his voice, with its awkward rhythms and glassy inflections.

"Can't deny it, can't deny it," he rubbed eyes until he saw stars.

"Of course you can't," Renjun laughed at him.

Almost predictably, being suddenly woken up to a pillow smothered onto his face at 2am was no surprise. And it might've actually worked this time, had it not been for Donghyuck actually being awake anyway. What looked like Renjun's void of a mouth made a pouting shape and stalked out the room upon this realisation, hugging the pillow to his chest, to which Donghyuck simply flipped over.

Then a couple mornings later, Donghyuck opened his room door to Renjun holding up the same kitchen knife he'd used to kill him the first time. Both of them stood, blinking (though Renjun blinking was an extremely odd sight now), before he sighed, dropping the knife without another word.

"Pussy," Donghyuck grumbled, picking up the knife and fake-lunging at Renjun's chest. He didn't flinch, instead flicking a piece of dried leaf from his knee.

Renjun stayed this time for roughly a month, accidentally. Had it not been for Donghyuck spilling the rest of the poison in one cup of water whilst half-asleep on a winter sunrise, he might've stayed for another month. Which was why even he was surprised when Renjun collapsed that evening, after some swaying and uttering something along the lines of "I'll be right back". Of course, he wasn't wrong- Donghyuck made sure of that.