"I'm sorry"
Chan apologizes as he just watched Seungkwan tear up. He never knew how to comfort someone since it's been a long time since he last did it.
"It's fine, though I hated my family"
Seungkwan chuckled bitterly has Chan looks at Seungkwan confused. "Why?"
"They never visited my sister to get out of their debt, So I promised to kill them with my own hands soon."
Seungkwan explains to Chan. Chan stares at Seungkwan with his face filled with guilt. He feels bad for him and disappointed at the society he grew into.
He felt disgusted honestly by how people judged and thinks. Their mindset are trash in Chan's opinion.
"I can help you if you need someone seungkwan"
Chan spoke making Seungkwan laugh "Call me hyung, we're family now"
Dino froze at Seungkwan's words as he was surprise by it. Family? He never felt to be in nor wonder how it felt.
He never really wanted to get attach to anyone, though he frightens that this twelve men might change his mind.
"Your choice of red paint is beautiful"
Chan changes the topic as he didn't really want to speak anything about family or something related to that word.
"Who said it was red paint?"
Seungkwan laughed. Chan Stares at him confuse as He patted Chan's shoulder
"Chan, that isn't paint, it's blood"
Chan Eyes widen in surprised as he didn't expect it. It seems like ordinary pain to him, so he does wonder how they processed it to make paint.
"Seungcheol hyung will give you a chance to paint, but you'll use only red paint by the blood of your victims. So your paint supply will be based on the blood of your victims."
"How did you get the foul smell to disappear?" Chan asks "Well Soonyoung Hyung would usually make chemicals with Jihoon Hyung since they're in charge in making bombs and shits"
Chan Nodded in understanding as he just stayed quiet in amusement. He was amazed by the way their mind's work.
They're Crazy at the same time Beautiful. They're broken people wanting to be fix. They were neglected by the society and once they seek for satisfaction, they came out wrong. Is it their fault for seeking satisfaction because of the scars and bruises these people left?
"Why aren't you sleeping yet? You seem to explore"
Seungkwan chuckle making Chan nod. "Yeah, Insomnia hits hard"
"Oh, 4 of the people in this household suffer from it, I guess that makes 5 now."
Chan was surprised by his words. I mean, he never knew there were more that 2 people suffers from insomnia in this house hold.
"I'll get you some sleeping pills tomorrow, I'm too lazy as for now"
Seungkwan muttered as Chan just nods in agreement. He didn't want to disturb Seungkwan since it seems like Seungkwan is tired from crying.
Chan watches as Seungkwan falls to sleep before he walks out of Seungkwan's room.
As he walked out, he was held by this american guy that made him look confused.
"Vernon?"
Chan asks. Vernon then removed the grip from Chan's hand as he looked at Chan straight to his eyes.
"What did you do to him?"
Vernon asks making Chan confused. He was confuse on what Vernon mean by what did he do to Seungkwan.
"What do you mean? He was the one who dragged me to his room"
"So you know something about him?" Vernon asks him making Chan sighs. He honestly feel uncomfortable being questioned at this time.
"He voiced out by choice, not by force"
Chan answered before walking away from Vernon. Vernon stares at Chan's walking figure as he smiled at thought.
"Who knew we chose the right one"
Vernon sighs at his thoughts before entering Seungkwan's room.
- - - - - -
Chan locks the door as he proceed to the bathroom. It was currently 4 am and he wouldn't mind going a day with no sleep. It's no use trying anyways.
He was honestly confused by everything and annoyed. He was angry at himself all the sudden but there isn't a reason.
I grabbed the razor at the side as he began to cut his skin. Every time the blood flows to his skin, he doesn't feel pain. He was numb whenever he hurts himself.
As he was satisfied by the amount of blood that was flowing, he cleanse the bathroom as he hid the cuts he made. He then wore a large hoodie as with some jeans before walking out of the bathroom.
He sometimes wonder why couldn't he just commit suicide. He guesses that he needs to get satisfaction first before dying but he knew life has different plans.
A sudden knock on the door made Chan sigh as he walked to the door opening it. He then saw Seungcheol Entering as he stare at Seungcheol's figure confuse.
"Yes?"
Chan asks as he stares at Seungcheol. "Meeting room, now"
Seungcheol then walks away as Chan followed him from behind. As he entered he saw ten out of the twelve members.
He guesses that Vernon and Seungkwan are both resting. He knew Seungkwan's situation so he understood his reasons.
"Chan, let's have an agreement"
Seungcheol spoke as Chan stared at Seungcheol confused "We'll let you finish highschool but be careful"
Chan smirked at his words as he already had a plan in mind. "Nah, Just let me attend just one last time and I won't come back there."
Everyone look at Chan weirdly as they just shrugged it off agreeing unto Chan's shits.
"We'll be around the place just in Case, I know you're gonna do shits"
Seungcheol spoke making Chan nod "Your decision, as long as you guys won't interfere"
Everyone nodded as they all agreed unto The Leader's and the youngest words.
The group was curious and excited what Chan is planning to do tomorrow. They will also be observing his skills as they will finally see his weakness and strengths.
As they began to leave one by one, He was held by Soonyoung. He stares at the man confuse making Soonyoung chuckle at the man's reaction.
"Good luck"
Soonyoung spoke before leaving Chan confused. He never knew why Soonyoung was wishing him good luck but he guesses he'll just learn why in the further future, as for now he needs to focus on his plans tomorrow.
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Delinquents : The Thirteen Contenders
Fanfiction"We weren't born without a heart so how can you easily judge us without even knowing us?" - - - - - Thirteen men. Thirteen killers. Thirteen delinquents. Despite having different personalities, these men had something in common, and that is their...