Yellow - in darkness can be found || Minsung fanfic🌻🍋

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The urge of killing. The best feeling, really. It all, in a matter of fact, just consists of self control.

Simply walking outside at night, hood covering your eyes, the footsteps of a simple man walking behind you. Not showing any of his intentions just yet, but you know what he's planning to do.

The night's quiet, cars are driving by, sometimes. Not all the time of course. Especially not when it's night in a deserted place like this.

People and their dogs walk by, sometimes, just like that man behind you. And you think, for just a second, how great it would feel, to just take that knife into your grip and swing at him with it? How strong you'd feel when doing so.. Men like him, did they deserve to live? Did he deserve to die? Most likely. Why?

The night's quiet. A small, flint knife in my pocket, the edges of it are sharp as my finger softly stares the stone blade. It wasn't just every day that you had an opportunity like this.

No one would hear it anyways as you walked through the quiet, left behind area. Moving away from the rest of the people.

There's really not that many different dynamics in killing. There are those who have control and those who don't.

Those who enjoy and those who go absolutely insane after doing so.

If killing is that wrong then why are human lives so easy to end?

I might seem a little crazy by this, obsessed you might even say. But there isn't be a better victim than the man who has been following you for minutes as you quietly walk, maybe he wants to abduct me instead, maybe he's the one who will end up killing me.

We'll see how the control that may or might not be in my hands, will handle this situation.

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"He's not a bad kid, really. Just a little mentally unwell. It's quite common these days."

The lady sitting on the chair seemed huge in Jisung's perspective. He was quiet, he didn't speak a word, he didn't dare. Her chin was up high and she had a very deep voice.

"Jisungie, are you well aware of that you will be staying here for a while?" Her eyes were piercing holes in his head as he tried his best to hide his face behind his quite long hair.

He nodded, not looking up at her nor his mother.

"Okay. You can go Mrs. Han. We'll take it from here."

His mother stood up. Coming over to Jisung to softly stroke his hair once more before turning around and walking away.

It was as if all the fear of that strange woman had gone away in an instant, just the fear of his own mother abandoning him.

A door closed, a loud buzzing sound following to secure it after her.

He saw her turn a quarter back, just not quite enough for Jisung to actually see her face.

"No! Mom don't go, please!" He tried to yell but one of the men appearing beside him kept his mouth shut.

A tear escaped his right eye. He pushed, and he pulled but he never came loose.

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Ok so I'm trying to get more persistent updates rn since it almost seems as if I'm on a hiatus or sum lmao. Anyways I'll try to update more.