To See The Moon

The Grand Plan

     This chapter is a bit info-heavy, but it's really important. Hopefully the length of this chapter and the scene at the beginning (which I really enjoyed writing) will make up for it :)

     The man on the ground looked just as vulnerable as Jeongin remembered.

     The knife in his hands practically glowed in the dark room. Its sharp edges stood out to Jeongin like glitter, but such a dull grey at the same time. Jeongin wondered how it would look like decorated with red. A dark haunting crimson to make right all the wrongs in the world.

     Wait, no- what was he thinking!? The knife in his hands didn't belong. He didn't belong. He should get out of here-

     No, this knife was his. The blood it would shed was his right. He deserved this, he craved it-

     "Jeongin, no."

     A voice? That didn't exist before. Jeongin waved it off as an illusion.

     "Innie, please. Don't do this."

     That name would never be an illusion. Jeongin looked to his right and almost jumped when he saw a person in the room.

     No, hardly a person. His pale skin was translucent, his hair flying in the wind that wasn't there. His hands seemed to be made out of smoke, like a ghost.

     Seungmin was here but Jeongin felt like he would disappear at any moment. But the words he said stuck in the air, branded onto Jeongin like hot steel.

     "Don't take this path. Don't hold that knife," Seungmin said, his voice too real, too soothing of a timbre to be a dream. "You deserve so much more than this. You're better than this."

     Jeongin faltered, the knife in his hand losing its gleam. Why was he seeing Seungmin here? Was it because Seungmin had been his first friend; the first person who had given him happiness with no strings attached? Maybe Jeongin did deserve more than this...

     But the despicable man in front of him deserved nothing. He deserved a knife to the heart, a world of pain, and screams as he saw his own blood on the hands of another.

     His parents had deserved so much more. The least Jeongin could give them was this. He took up the knife again.

     "Jeongin, no!" Seungmijn's eyes were desperate. They held no life yet held every emotion at the same time. The most prominent ones being fear and despair. All for Jeongin.

     "Seungmin hyung-"

     "Don't- don't do this," Seungmin said with a pleading face. As if Jeongin's actions meant something to him. Maybe they did.

     "I-" Jeongin's hands fell limp to his side, He- shouldn't do this...

     The shadowed man in front of him whimpered. Jeongin felt elation rise in him at seeing his helplessness. He was nothing but a toy and Jeongin could use him however he wanted. The knife weighed on him again. He needed to use it. He had no choice but to use it.

     Jeongin looked at Seungmin. "Hyung... I'm sorry."

     Seungmin didn't argue. His head just slumped down, his lifeless eyes holding so much pain. Then, he slowly faded away with the wind that was never there. In a way, that hurt far more, like the lingering remnants of doubt.