it's you//2jin

twenty nine

im planning on killing yuta and asking hyunjin to help.

"hyun. um, can you help me.. perhaps, assist me in, killing someone?" i asked, hoping she would not get a shock but obviously she did.

"you want me to what now?" hyunjin asks as her eyes widened in shock.

"please." i begged.

"how do i assist you?" hyunjin asked, i explained the plan to her and since i know he will be somewhere around this area because he might me stalking me.

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HAH he just exposed himself, free ticket to hell. i know where he is now. i immediately prepared all the materials, the knife, the gun, everything.

i pull my hood up and wore a mask and indicated to hyunjin that we are going to kill him now. she pulled her hood up and wore a mask too.

she prepared by pouring the medicine into the handkerchief and we headed out. we slowly and quietly followed behind yuta, who is whistling and seems like he's enjoying life.

we got closer to him and at one point i snatched the handkerchief from hyunjin and immediately ran as fast as i could to yuta and put the handkerchief over his nose and mouth, suffocating him.

soon he lost consciousness and i pulled him into my car and drove to a secluded area. i tied him up to a chair and sat in front of him, waiting for him to wake up.

soon later, he regained consciousness and looks at me and then look at the surrounding.

"yuta.. yuta.. yuta.." i said as i walked around him with the knife in my hand.

"what are you doing?!" he shouted and i stuffed the handkerchief into his mouth.

"shut up before i slit ur throat." i hissed as i pressed the knife against his neck.

"hyun, pass me that." i said and moves my head to the direction of the gun.

she took the gun and tossed it to me.

"stalking me? stalking jinsoul? hurting jungeun? no no no. that's not what you should be doing. especially with me as their friend." i said with emphasis and pressed the knife deeper into his neck. his muffled screams could be heard.

suffer suffer suffer. seeing people suffer is my joy. killing people, fun. death, immediate death? no. i like to torture.

i glide the knife across his neck and removed it with blood dripping and flowing down his neck, staining his shirt and my hands.

i walked in front of him and used the knife to lift up his head. i rolled up his sleeves and starting to slit his arms, painfully slowly.

his muffled screams, him struggling trying to break free from the chair because of the pain, him leaning his head back because of the pain. damn, it's been long since i've tortured someone.

i decided to end it here because it was taking too much time and there is school tomorrow.

"good bye mother fucker." i said and switched my knife with my gun and shot him right in the head with a big smile plastered on my face.