Deja Vu // Ateez

One

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It wasn't supposed to happen this way. He wasn't supposed to be living his life by killing people. The life he grew up imagining, having small fantasy adventures, turned into the life he wished was a dream and that he was going to wake up at any given moment and realize it wasn't real. All of it seemed fake.

But that wasn't the case.

Instead of waking up every morning just to go hang out with friends he ended up killing them for reasons he never wanted to happen. Like it was some kind of sport; killing until he was the last one standing.

The life that he was living now was not the one he remembers before the Surge was formed. A group of people who wanted to overthrow the world for selfish empowerment reasons.

To be rulers.

Kings.

Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if they called themselves Gods.

They took what they wanted and tore down the cities piece by piece, leaving the citizens nothing but dust and their leftovers. The people who didn't fight them and followed them blindly, were granted a home in the city that the Surge built.

And the people who stayed behind fought every second to stay alive.

The people outside the wall didn't have rules to follow. There were people who roamed around in groups and if you were lucky, the groups would take you in, but if you weren't then you should hope and pray you last three days on your own.

Then there were the people who traveled alone.  Braver than anyone, only because when they took a life, it wasn't a burden on their shoulders.

Hongjoong wasn't in either of those categories. He traveled with his best friend Mingi. The shorter male has known Mingi since he was a teenager.

They were together at Hongjoong's having a nice family dinner with the Song family when the attacks started. He wished he could remember that night clearly, but it was all a blur. One minute he's running away from his home, being dragged by Mingi, and the next he's waking up in an abandoned home. He tried to ask the red head if he remembers, but it seems Mingi can barely remember as well.

They were only sixteen years old.

Hongjoong looked down at the gun that was in his hand. It was like the object was glued to him, never leaving him as it sits in the same hand everyday. He looked over at the lifeless body that laid in front of him. The shorter male hated that it had to happen, but the guy was trying to steal from him, and if anything, the guy pulled his gun out first.

It was self defense.

Or that's what he wanted to believe.

It was self defense, Hongjoong. Self defense. He had to remind himself over and over again.

Mingi stood next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as Hongjoong looked up and met his eyes. The look of guilt also washed over his friend, but they also showed the look that said they had to leave. The two got up and walked away from the small run down town that the accident happened in, not bothering to clean up the mess sense bodies littered the streets.

Their home was just on the outskirts of town. It sat on a small hill, creating a great view of foggy mountains peaking out in the distance, and a good way for them to see if anything happens to the village. The home had two rooms and two bathrooms. The living room was opened and connected to the kitchen. It wasn't the best booking place, but over the years Hongjoong and Mingi fixed it up the best they could.

Hongjoong huffed as he walked into their home and headed straight to the sink. The clear water instantly turned red.

"Hey." Hongjoong looked in the direction the voice came from.
"Mingi, if you're going to give me the 'don't feel guilty talk' again, I'm going to punch you."