black dahlia. | yeonbin.

five.

yeonjun walked alongside the path of darkness, the sound of his feet hitting the ground resonated with his ears. he hummed silently to himself, thoughts crowding his very own mind as he peered into the darkness.

the thought of soobin on his mind, where was he? how come he hasn't came to find him? yeonjun pondered to himself, his teeth biting into his lips; striking blood.

he furrowed his eyebrows, and felt his body tense up suddenly. stopping in his tracks, the leaves rustled ever so lightly causing him to whip his head back.

fear settled in his bones, the feeling of being watched traveled down his spine.

"s-soobin?" he croaked out, his voice cracking as the name rolled off his tongue with disgust.

yeonjun let out a deep sigh, and stared back straight ahead. walking to his home once again; the fear obviously there.

yeonjun pushed this fist into the depths of his jean pockets, huddling his arms closer to his body to protect himself from the winds.

truth be told; yeonjun was scared. the feeling of not knowing where soobin was, terrified him.

why was he walking outside alone? he had no idea; he wasn't going to ask taehyun to walk with him.

-five minute time skip.

yeonjun let out a sigh, he had made it to his home. he pulled the keys out of his pockets, and realized the door was creaked open a bit. he felt his heartbeat drop, anxiety crowding through his body.

"why did i have to fall in love with a murderer." he whispered to himself, slightly angry for not being able to see the signs with soobin.

he etched his door open, and hesitantly stepped in. his breathing was loud, and it filled up the silent room.

could you quiet down? he asked himself in his mind, rolling his eyes at his stupidness.

he flipped the light on, staying close to the wall. "did i forget to shut the door when i ran out?" he asked himself, examining the room.

he let out a hefty sigh, "no one's here yeonjun, you're just going crazy." he said, shutting his door. he slipped off his jacket, and threw it on the couch.

he walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a knife. definitely not because he was scared, just for a bit of protection. he shakily walked back into the living room in a hurry, jumping onto the couch.

he clutched the knife close to him, clutching onto the knife tighter when a noise came out of nowhere from behind him.

before he could simply turn, a hard knock landing on his head. sending darkness throughout his body, "about time you got home love." the familiar voice spoke as yeonjun slipped into unconsciousness.