identity: renjun, jeno & jaemin [on hold]

twenty three; his pretty, little flower

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"Renjun! Stop it! RENJUN!" Aria desperately shouts as she struggles to let herself free from the doorknob.

Renjun has her wrists restrained and binded to the knob of the art room's door while he takes his lovely time straddling and bashing Kimin with whatever art material he can get his hands on.

The canvas.

WHIP! SMACK!

The easel.

CRASH! CRACK!

The clay head sculpture.

CLINK! BASH! SPLOSH!

He does this activity tome and time again until his 'masterpiece' has reached ultimate perfection, dyed in his favourite colour of all- red.

Renjun pants heavily, chest heaving and he drops the tainted sculpture carelessly onto Kimin's torpid figure.

He wobbly stands and slowly makes his way to the pale girl who's turned mute and limp- knees on the bare, cold tiles as visage is in a frozen terror.

Eyes bulging, bottom lip quivering as well as her whole figure to the point that the doorknob rattles audibly from her vigorously trembling hands.

Her admirer grins lopsidedly with a dazed, flushed face that nearly matches with the splattered paint from his head to toe.

And Aria gulps, fear only intensifying from the look of pure gratification on his face.

When did it all go wrong?

Rewind back to half an hour ago, not a very long period, honestly.

Kimin received a text from Aria saying that she needed to meet him at the art room in the old school building. It was an odd request considering that they don't really use the old school building anymore.

But at certain times, they do. Such as for the school event.

So, he decided to go with it. Of course, it was partly because of his one-sided crush on Aria. The whole school knows about it but still, he never made a move because she's always with Renjun.

The old art room's door creaked open and instantly, his nose and mouth seem clogged up with dust.

He coughed jarringly and flapped away the dust in front of his face- heart thumping nervously yet, excitedly. Moments later, in came the girl he had been anticipating, Aria.

"Kimin," she sounded, neither surprised nor ready and it confused him. She called him here so why did she look so uncertain?
"So... what's up?"

She smiled and Kimin stared, in awe but quickly blinked himself awake.

"Not much. I've been busy with helping my class set up our booth," he answered and studied her face. Maybe she just wanted to have a talk. Or...is she going to tell me to move on?

His hands clenched into fists. Was he going to get rejected without even confessing yet?

No.

"Wait. Let me say something first," Kimin began and spared no second for her to refute.
"I like you, Aria. I like you a lot."

Her eyes widened subtly- she knew but she didn't expect him to confess at this moment.
"Kiminㅡ"

"Please, give me a chance. I don't it to be over before I even get the opportunity to explain," he desperately requested and she took a step back.

"What are you talking about, Kimi- Hey!"

His hands that abruptly seized hers instantly raised her fright. As if she wasn't anxious enough when she got a text from Kimin saying that he wanted to meet her at a secluded, silent space.

"Kimin, let go of me. You can talk without having go hold me," she tried to persuade as she tried to pull her hands back but his grip only tightened.
"Pleaseㅡ"

BANG!

The door violently swung open and a seething Renjun appeared- his eyes seeing red and veins popping from his temple and neck.

"Rid your hands off of her before I do it for you," he hissed but Kimin remained stubborn, causing his wrath to overflow.
"You...!"

And that was when it began- him ruthlessly ripping Kimin off Aria, her trying to hold Renjun back so he had to take matters onto his own hands by restraining her to the door.

Being so far from the new building, no one was able to hear them.

And a young life was stolen away.

Back to the present, Aria's still shivering on the ground as Renjun's tall shadow loomed over her like an abyss ready to swallow her whole.

"Aria, my pretty, little flower..." Renjun coos in a hauntingly gentle tune as his bloody hands cup her face- lifting it so she would face him.

He stares down at her brimming wide eyes, tear stained cheeks and quivering lip.

A hot, heavy breath leaves him as he runs his thumb on her mouth, leaving the putrid, metallic taste before he wipes her tears, painting the deadly whiteness of her skin with Kimin's dark, contrasting blood.

"You'll always be mine," Renjun assures as he strokes her cheek with his sticky thumb and an overwhelming feeling to vomit rushes up her throat.

Her lack of vigour, however, only allows her to gag before her senses slowly begin to shut down and Renjun slowly undoes the tie around her wrist.