Acceleration [Book 1]

22: Raging Bloodlust - II

⊱⋅ ─ 22: RAGING BLOODLUST - II

🚫⚠️VIOLENCE, BLOOD, DEATH & CURSING AHEAD. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.⚠️🚫
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"You're the coward!" Felix growled, doing his best to get out of Yugyeom's arms, "Try killing Chan and you're going straight to Hell, you piece of shit!"

Yukhei chuckled deviously, turning his head to Felix with a devilish snare, "As if that would be enough to scare me." He cackled, pressing the blade a bit onto Chan's neck, drawing out a bit of blood, cutting his skin ever so slightly.

Yukhei paced around on the marble flooring of the wide house, his eyes either looking around the paintings that held no particular meaning to him or up at the chandelier where it hung on the high ceiling of the mansion. He checked the time on his phone and noticed it had been about eighteen minutes since he waited, he walked around the living space and examined every painting, even though he seemed to memorize all of that, he seemed to not have any interest in particular to any of them. His eyes were peeled off of one painting, which was known to be Mona Lisa, and he looked up at the top of the stairs, his eyes meeting with a new, yet beautiful face.

"You must be Wong Yukhei," the man said as he walked his way down the stairs, fixing his own tie as he did, "I hope you remember what your mentor has taught you about the mechanics of being my bodyguard."

"Yes, sir, Jungwoo," Yukhei nodded, recieving a chuckle in return and a lazy wave of a hand.

"Please, you're just a year younger than me," Jungwoo said, shaking his head as he repeated in his head what Yukhei just called him just now, "but I don't mind if you add the formalities, it's clearly up to you."

"Then you will never be loved," they all heard a voice from a distance, his figure in the dark revealed as he stepped into the light, "all you will ever be is a murderer, a terrorist, nothing better than that."

"Sungchan?" Yukhei shortly shook as he saw Sungchan a cpuple feet before him, to think that the younger male would face him like this, to talk so leisurely to him like this, to glare down at him with eyes as cold as the Arctic, the hatred evident in his eyes.

"I love you, Jungwoo..."

"I love you even more, Lu." Yukhei's heart swelled at that, hearing his nickname from the man he loved, all of what just happened earlier, in that room, in that bed, it all seemed so surreal, and as if to make sure, he leaned down, planting his lips gently over Jungwoo's, leading it to a sweet and passionate kiss, later on lying down beside Jungwoo after parting from the kiss.

"Yukhei, would you kill someone for me?" Jungwoo asked, shifting in the bed sheets as he moved closer to Yukhei, resting his head on top of the younger man's chest, drawing random shapes on his skin.

Yukhei chuckled, blinking his eyes before pulling Jungwoo closer to him, if that was even possible, "If it's for you, maybe I will."

"Please, tell me you'll kill someone for me," Jungwoo looked up into Yukhei's eyes, that innocent facade making Yukhei throw all his sanity and dignity out of the window there and then, kissing Jungwoo after hearing what else Jungwoo had to say, "You'll kill someone for me if you love me, right, Lu?"