The Artistic Murder (ChanBaek)

VII

"I'm very... hopeless human being" I say to myself as I stand right in front of his house.

This is a suicide.
Why did he even need someone for him to fall asleep?
For god sake.

Hmm... should I ring the bell now?
Well, he didn't tell me the time to come so, I can just come by anytime I want right?

I can do that right?

Uwahhhhhhhhhhh

*Ding Dong*

Park chanyeol ssi comes and opens the door... and he looks as handsome as always.
Whenever I am with him, that's all I could think.
I sometimes.... I mean from time to time.. forget that he.... Is a serial killer

"Welcome" he says ... ah.... That voice.... May be I'm having a lot of gender envy a lot to this person.

"Park chanyeol ssi.."

"Yes?"

"Can you.... Promise that .... You won't harm me?" Fuckkkk..... I finally asked

"So, it is true that you are scared. Admit?"

Well...... *mentally sigh*    "Nae"

"I can promise."

"And.... What if I refuse? What if I refuse to help your request... for you to get nice sleep?"

"Then" he says as he gives out his hand for a handshake and "It was nice knowing you. Good luck with your thesis"

So.... If I refuse.... This will be... a goodbye...huh.
Of course, he can turn his back on me easily and go back being strangers... as if our paths never crossed.

And he's not even asking me to think again.
What if I refuse his request?
Who will he ask again?
Kyungsoo Hyung?
No doubt .... Right?

"Byun Baekhyun ssi?"

"Ah ..... I'm so hungry, what do you have for dinner?" I say and step into his house

"Will you be scared?" He asks

"Since you gave me promise, I won't be anymore"

"Dinner is salad. Because I don't usually eat a lot of meat or dishes which has a lot of flavours" he says

"Ehhh... and you are so well-built and tall??? How's that even possible?"

"So you have been envious of my body right?" He says and have that small grin on his face

Every time he flashes a smile, I always get the feel like..... he really suits on with his bright self.

" *tch* as if"

"Please feel free to order food deliveries for yourself. You won't be able to eat what I eat anyway"

"Sure... I will do from next days onwards. But please let me eat your salad for tonight"

"Okay"
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After dinner... I sit on the living room couch and starts doing my assignment

"University work?" He says as he sits down beside me

"Nae.. I have exam next week too"

"Good luck" he says as he sips on his tea

"You live like this everyday?"

"What else can I do?"

"How many years is your sentence? How many years have you finished?"