Twisted: Murder House - SeongJoong

A mess

"This one is very different from any normal
murder."

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"My ass hurts!"

"I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not!"

And just like that, the couple kept bickering away while Seonghwa sipped his piping hot tea.

Park Seonghwa, a man of rich tastes, had the face of an angel but the heart of the devil itself, well at least that's what most people thought.

This was just a day in his shoes, just his right and left hand chewing his head away. Some might dare to call them his best friends.

Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi were their names.

They were no ordinary men. In fact, they were some the of the most dangerous kinds of men.

They were mafias.

And Seonghwa? Well, he was a king.

Gosh, not that type of king, silly.

He was the mafia king Mars. Through generations, this has been a family business and now he was King.

After years of being pushed around, he was in charge. But his heart never fully accepted who he was. Power felt great but so toxic at the same time.

"Yah! Shut up you two." He said as if he were jokingly angry.

"Aww, is little Hwa jealous you don't have someone to pleasure you?" Yunho teased.

"I will not hesitate to decapitate you, Jeong!"

Venom dripped from Seonghwa's tongue but the boys knew he loved them. From a young age seeing blood was made a norm.

Forgetting your own emotions and fears was a must. In order to survive in this life, he had to become emotionless.

But even at this state the Yungi couple never felt like Seonghwa didn't love them. He didn't choose this life, this life chose him.

Although it looked as if violence coursed through his veins, he was just a bubbly kid who wanted to make music, that was trapped inside the body of an emotionless killer. But people forget he is human as well.

Music was his hobby, but becoming a mafia ruined it all.

He began to loathe music and made a new definition.

His definition of music was hearing people screaming in pain while dying. Just like how his parents did in front of his eyes.

He lost his hobby, the thing which made him feel alive and sane. He lost his love for music. His peace. So he manipulated the situation and used murder as his comfort.

"Hwa, leave him alone," Mingi said.

"He literally sounds like he is your wife already," Hwa chuckled.

"Soon, Hwa, soon."

"Oooh. Tea is served boiling hot today!"

Mingi just rolled his eyes. "Order me a milkshake, Yun."

"Wait. So you're for real gonna let him order you one like that and actually listen? Wow, if only you listened to me like that."

"It's not like he can walk right now." The smirking man said as he walked away.

As Yunho was coming back he tripped over a chair leg causing the whole milkshake to pour all over Mingi.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Mingi screamed from the top of his lungs.