A killers kiss

Part 14

Sorry about the poor quality of the most recent chapter and my extended time away. Hopefully this makes up for it.

Heavy mentions of self harm.

"Fucking inconsiderate asshole.." Jong Woo muttered while taking a sip of coffee.

"Excuse me?" Moon Jo swung his head around immediately. "Little rat has a problem does he? Why don't you speak up?"

Jong Woo tightened his grip around the coffee mug. His face was flustered. "You think you own me, and for now you do. But once-"
He was soon interrupted by Moon Jo standing up from his chair. "Once what? I've already told you, you're free to go."

Silence filled the room. It was a tense atmosphere to say the least. Jong Woo could leave, he was now granted free will. However, a part of him wanted to stay. What was left for him in the outside world? Ji Eun was dead, he hadn't contacted his mother in months, he'd lost his job due to the sweaty morons death and there was rising suspicion that Jong Woo had something to do with it.

There was nothing left for him anymore. Moon Jo had isolated him, broken him at the core of his being. And now that he has grown bored of Jong Woo, he had discarded him, or was at least trying to.

"Do you know what it's like for me?" Jong Woo cried. "To feel so cornered and alone, that I'd rather live with a cold blooded killer than live with my own thoughts."

Moon Jo gulped. It was the first time he had shown any emotion towards Jong Woo in days.

"I showed you who you really are.." "If you can't deal with the person you are, that's an internal issue. Not something caused by me."

Jong Woo tutted. "You really think you're the good guy in this situation?"

"There are no good guys in this situation." He replied with a smirk. He always had a snide response at the ready. He walked out of the room to avoid Jong Woo's answer. But as he stepped out of the doorway a loud smash could be heard from the kitchen he'd just exited.

He turned back to check what it was. The floor was covered in smashed porcelain, the remains of the mug that Jong Woo was previously drinking from. He looked up to find Jong Woo charging right at him. He grabbed Jong Woo's arm and twisted it over his shoulder, flipping Jong Woo's frail body over his back.

Jong Woo hit the floor and within a split second he was out cold.

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." Moon Jo sighed, pushing his hair back.

He lifted Jong Woo up from the ground, carrying him like an infant. He carried him up to the bedroom and gently placed him on the bed.

"You're gonna hate me for this.."

Moon Jo pulled out a box cutter from his back pocket. He held out Jong Woo's limp arm and started to carve into his skin, blood poured out from the wounds.

Jong Woo shot up. The pain was agonising.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He screamed out in pain and fear. His vision was slightly blurred.

Moon Jo quickly tossed the box cutter onto the bed. "You were trying to mutilate yourself."

Jong Woo looked around surprised. "I was..?"

"Yes. I stopped you before you could hit a vital vain." Moon Jo smirked, as if he believed his own lie. He had to find a way to get credit, even in a made up situation.

Jong Woo blinked. He didn't know what to believe. Maybe he self harmed in a stress ridden daze. He could've taken his anger out of himself, it wouldn't be the first time he'd let his temper get the best of him. He felt so out of control. He was trapped, but at the same time he had a way out. He just didn't want to leave his captor.

"Thanks, I guess. Although, I'm not sure I should be thanking you." Jong Woo muttered.

Moon Jo nodded and left the bedroom. Leaving Jong Woo alone with his thoughts, something that Jong Woo hated.

Moon Jo had successfully gaslit Jong Woo. Convinced him that he had attempted to inflict pain upon himself, when Moon Jo was the one behind it. It was like he had a superpower when it came to manipulating people. He could convince anyone of anything, and he didn't feel any type of way about it. It was normal to him.

Maybe his upbringing with Mrs Um had something to with it. She was a particularly sinister woman. It takes a special kind of evil to murder your own relatives for personal gain, personal gain being insurance, which is something Mrs Um was an expert at...