Donghyuck, 20 years of age was standing in front of his only target, who was running away from him, in the woods.
The only thing that he adored, A Raven-haired male. Mark. He could never let go of this person in his life.
He had no mercy since then, nor did he care if anyone cared for him. That no one did anyway, he thought. He smirked, taking the rifle up, squinting one eye, and closing the other.
the only sound of one clique.
His target was shot. He smirked again and walked on the lonely dim yellow-lit street, that he claimed was his as he walked. He walked with the hood, and kept the rifle close to his chest, playing with the trigger dangerously...
He went around the corner, over there, was his bus. A bus, which stayed there for years. No one even went towards that area, expecting it to be dirty, and disgusting, filled with nothing. From the outside. He entered the bus, and there he was. The place, where he lived, all these months.
From the inside, there was a computer and a few snacks that he had stolen...
And pictures... lights of all kinds bright colors... He switched on the led red light and sat on his swivel chair, which faced a computer, that was currently processing some kind of data. He typed in a few things, and sat back in his chair, taking a sip from the coffee he stole earlier...
hyuck takes a look at the big glass window, into the dark woods. He sighed and sat back, closing his eyes. A whiff of wind from a broken glass window by his side made him open his eyes again and look around. He looked at the soft board, that was beside his computer, and looked at the pictures- and one of them caught his eye.
He and another child. The other child was pale and light-skinned, was giggling, while he, beside him, beaming from ear to ear a hand around his shoulder. His honey-glazed skin shone in the sunlight. while the other child, looks at him, with eyes, that show nothing but love. He loved him. the brunette's eyes started tearing up at the sight of his picture, with his loved one. The only person who loved him back, he remembered as he recalled the precious memories...
They met at a park. The other Raven, haired child, sitting lonely. In a corner with a book in his hand, writing something down. The tanned-skinned child, that was me, went up to him and asked him
"Hey. Nice to meet you. What is your name? would you like to play with me?" a pout on his lips as he asked this.
The raven hair could only smile slightly at the brunette.
"Sure. Why not?" but hyuck found it odd as to why he didn't seem happy.
