Annyeong, Soojin! [Ateez Fanfiction] ✓

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A/N:

Here to give y'all warnings: Death, tragedy, mentions of homophobia and mentions of rape in this chapter.

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The Wise Monkey's POV:

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And 1!...

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Soojin had finished reciting her tale of misery: for the first time since she had been unfairly taken by the State and put into the alms of the torment of eternal banishment from the earth, and for the last time as well.

The prisoner, Kang Yeosang as he had introduced himself, had his ears on her all the while. He did not utter a word, did not reciprocate a reaction or emotion, just the blank stare along her way as he heard it all. If he was feeling anything at all, he did not show, and it wasn't like any of the other two would notice anyway. Soojin had gently caressed her protruding abdomen as she told her tale, strangely no tears were shed as she reminisced( it was never predictable whether she would care to shed one at a particular moment in time). 

The executioner, Choi San, had regret crossed over his face. But he hadn't much choice; Just like Soojin had quoted moments ago: the lower class and the weak were denied numberless commodities in life, but freedom of choice would sit at the pinnacle of them all. San would feel the relentless urge to express his sympathies throughout her narration, but his words would never leave his mouth. He was to end her life, after all. How ironic! And did she know? Did she know yet that he himself were to bring an end to her as a puppet of the corrupt wealthy? She didn't!

"Bastards!" Yeosang said, his only remark to the tale he requested. But the single word carried more power than any wordy sentence either of the listeners would have spoken. He had gritted teeth and an intensely dark, unsettled, bottling whirlpool of anger in them. Genuine rage! Yet, the very next second, he had calmed his facial attributes, like he had accepted the fate and thus the injustice. There was no hope in his eyes too, just like Soojin.

Soojin bitterly smiled. "You seem to have a tale of your own," she said. "How did you end up here? I do not know why, but my heart tells me you have been wronged too, that you don't deserve to be here."

For a moment, a look of disbelief yet gratitude flashed in his cold eyes. But he replaced it with a cold, bitter, chuckle. "You wouldn't say that if you knew," he laughed out, clutching his aching jaws. "I deserve it! I do! You'd say so too!" And the laughs immediately came to a halt as he bit the inside of his lips and slowly gulped, his eyes now morbidly weary.

"Were you caught in between a spy mission?" Soojin asked, eyes roaming his womanly attire and then the bloodstains on it. "Were you wounded when you were caught?"

He sadly smirked, eyes not meeting hers or that of the executioner. "I wish I were a spy. I wish I had rather been punished like this for that. The only reason I'm here is because I have been myself. Because I was born. Because I existed."

Soojin didn't ask a word further because she sensed his replies shouldn't come forced. But when Yeosang swept his eyes up after the moments they spent in silence, he realized Soojin still looked at him. There was worry in her eyes, there was sympathy, curiosity, comfort and what his intuition recognized as kindness. His eyes widened just a fraction when he saw the pregnant woman getting up to slowly walk to his end. She then sat against the wall just beside him.