Webbed Up Hearts // WooSan

XXI - Sticky And Bloody, And Definitely Not A Hero.

June 30
Unknown
Guesstimated location: somewhere in Busan
15:00

The door opened. I held my breath, thinking it was Ren, but I was surprised when an unfamiliar man entered the room.

"W-Who are you?" I croaked out, my voice weak from screaming and yelling almost every day.

"No one special. Just someone who wants revenge on Ren, just like you."

The man stepped forward and sat down in front of me with slow, careful movements, almost as if he was afraid of scaring me. Now that he was close, I could see his features a bit more clearly; fluffy orange hair, a rounder face with full lips and front teeth that mimicked those of a bunny, and big eyes that reflected the dim lighting in the room.

"I've changed my mind."

"What-"

"No need to fret, kid. What I meant was: I've changed my mind about keeping my identity from you. I'm actually someone very special."

"W-What do you mean?" I muttered, mentally cursing myself for stuttering.

The man dipped his head respectfully. "My name is Lee Minho, and I have a proposition for you, Wooyoung-ssi." Minho paused, thinking over his words for a moment before looking up at me. "My boyfriend would never let me do this myself, so I've decided to ask you instead. Would you be willing to take my curse and seek out revenge on Min Ren?"

'What the fuck?'

"Your... curse?"

"My mind, body, and soul have been cursed. At will, I can produce a sickening substance that seems like the result of mixing old tar with a blood clot. I've brought it onto other people before, but what happened always differed based on the person. I realized recently that it takes the form of you or your soulmate's soulmark, and it turns into a dangerous beast that is difficult - nearly impossible - to control."

"What does that mean..?" I asked cautiously, unsure if I really wanted to hear this Minho guy's answer.

"I've seen your soulmark. I can't tell exactly what would happen, but I can predict a huge spider, dripping with blood and tar, tearing down the city, seeking out the one it resents most."

I looked down and avoided looking at Minho at all costs.

"That's..."

'I'm not a villain.'

"Tempting..."

'I'm a hero, I shouldn't be saying this.'

But then a voice in the back of my mind pushed forward and spouted out the words I've been trying to keep back.

"He spied on me, he eavesdropped on my mom and I, he snuck around like the first and best fuckboy-" I started off with a hushed voice, but it slowly rose the angrier I became. "He lit a fire to try and kill us and admitted it right to my face, practically laughing about it! He took me here and thought it funny to beat the ever living shit out of me everyday!"

I think I've finally snapped.

"I WANT THAT MOTHERFUCKER DEAD!"

A quiet "As you wish..." sounded from Minho as he grabbed my hand, showing off a small black paw on his left thumb, and suddenly, I couldn't breathe.

The smell of tar and iron filled my nostrils, while the rest of my body felt like it was being pumped full of the sickening substance Minho had mentioned a few minutes before. I could feel myself choking on it and gagging from the horrible taste that filled my mouth.