𝗕𝗜𝗡 | yeonbin

sixteen

soobin sat in front of yeonjun stiff body, scared that if he moved yeonjun would run away from him, just like beomgyu did.

"my names choi hyunae." soobin spoke, "when i was 14 years old, i met beomgyu. i loved him. i loved him more than anything in the whole world! i WAS the best for him!" soobin spat, anger coursing through his body.

yeonjun furrowed his brows, how could he not see the similarity between hyunae and soobin.

"he decided he wanted to be with a boy named yang jeongin," soobin added, a smirk displayed on his lips as he thought about the blonde boy who he killed the same night as beomgyu.

"but i knew...i knew beomgyu was meant for me..not that fucking yang." he mumbled lowly, "so i killed him. i killed yang jeongin." soobin said, holding back a laugh.

"and beomgyu found out; quite a similar situation to this." he lowly spoke, pushing the knife close to yeonjun's shaking body.

"but i couldn't let him go, so i killed him. fucking slit his throat, and yeonjun. let me just say." soobin said with a smirk, "i don't regret it." he whispered, his black eyes piercing into yeonjun's crying ones.

"you're fucking sick." yeonjun mumbled, anger flooded throughout his body. how could he have not known, bin. soobin.

the purple hair.

how soobin was never available at night.

everything was starting to click.

"i wouldn't say i'm sick, just...a little fucked up." soobin added, stepping away from yeonjun. putting the knife back into his back pockets

yeonjun took the opportunity to look for an escape; they were in soobin's home. he could take the chance of striking him, and running for it.

but yeonjun knew soobin was stronger. if he didn't hit him hard enough he could easily lose the fight between them.

yeonjun let out a shaky breath as soobin walked back, "i'll be back love. gotta piss." he said, leaving a shudder down yeonjun's spine.

as soobin disappeared, yeonjun immediately started untying the ropes on his foot, grunting as he had trouble untying the knots.

he felt the frustration pent up inside of him, and with no luck he was slowly starting to give up. "come on yeonjun." he whispered softly; he heard soobin flush the toilet.

at that time he had gotten the ropes undone, but left them hanging loosely to fool the purple haired male to think he was still tied up.

yeonjun felt the anxiety lace in his bones as his breath deepened with fear, "you got this." he whispered to himself.

he heard soobin's footsteps come down the hallway, and prepared himself to see the male that took away his whole life.

yeonjun watched as soobin stood in front of him, his back turned at the blonde boy. yeonjun took the time to stand up quietly, "so yeonjun." soobin started, turning around.

yeonjun grabbed the chair, and knocked soobin across the head. he heard the boy grunt, and watched as he fell to the ground.

yeonjun let out a gasp, and ran.