Un-un-undead (Renhyuck)

Chapter 5 + A/N

Donghyuck had met Renjun well into highschool. Both quite alright students, with their own small, but tight enough friend group. In fact, most of them had stuck together throughout college as well, including the both of them. They even shared a house for half a year, before Renjun had to move away for work reasons.

It had always been for work reasons- whenever he'd wanted to spend time with him it was always "wish I could, man," with a rash smile. Eventually the group drifted away from each other, one or the other (Donghyuck had forgotten) probably becoming really successful at what they do and the odd one who simply had bad luck. Arguably, Renjun was the first and Donghyuck had been the latter.

Renjun's death had been apparently a murder by strangulation, and it was reported a couple days later in the news. Something or the other about rivalry, some things that Donghyuck would have no clue about, or give a care about. His family mourned for a bit, then continued with their lives. Other close friends at the time followed suit, maybe other than the one or two who might still be grieving to this day. As far as Donghyuck could remember, the whole original group had been invited to the funeral, and only he showed up. The others had allegedly either "moved out of the country" or were "busy that day, sorry :(". Of course, there was the other unsaid reason of "I simply don't care anymore."

And that's human nature for you.

Which was why the feeling of killing was addicting to Donghyuck. It was addicting to an amount so insane, that it felt completely sane to him; in other words, second nature.

The water in the bathroom sink quickly grew muddy brown with dirt flakes and god knows what else floating around, finally being let loose from its decomposing owner. Bubbles rose to the surface in an unnaturally inconsistent rhythm, meanwhile the moss around Renjun's shoulders and feet seemed to visibly claim the rest of him, as it drank up the splashed water. What was left of the skin at the bottom of his neck on the other hand, shrivelled into a tissue paper-like texture. His body eventually crumpled, succumbing itself to the Earth for the last time.

Donghyuck wiped the dirt from his hands.

But of course, he waited for nights on end; waiting for Renjun to return with that familiar knock. Waiting for him to return with the same tilted smile as the first time, the second, the...no. Not the last, it couldn't be the last, not just yet. No, Renjun was going to come back, and he was going to return with that damn red, woolen scarf, in all of its tattered glory. Renjun was going to come back to him, like he always had, and the cycle was going to continue again, Donghyuck was sure of this. His mind lit up with new ideas; new methods of murder; new ways of driving himself off the edge.

Renjun was going to come back to him, and if he didn't, then Donghyuck would have to take himself to him instead.

So went that thought, as Donghyuck tied a blue scarf around his neck and tied the other end to his ceiling fan and kicked away the stepping stool from his feet. He held onto the part of the scarf directly hanging on the ceiling, and leant his head into his arm. He gave a tilted smile, before closing his eyes. 

-A/N-

Jesus christ even I can't believe i wrote this monstrosity of a story. 

Hello!! Thank you for reading!! I know I said I wouldn't be writing in 2021 (which is true) but I last minute decided to just finish this WIP at the end of december so I could release it for late new years. So yeah, this is probably my last fic for a whileeeee. 

Again, thank you for reading :)