‼️DISCOUNTINUED: SIREN: a yeonbin ff

Chapter 5

Returning back to the depths of the ocean below, he suddenly felt extremely exhausted. Face palming himself, he checked himself out in the pearl coverd mirror in his room. Seeing his drooping eye bags, red cheeks and nose, tired eyes, dull scales, and messy hair, he rubbed his temples in attempt to stop the pounding in his head.

Feeling the prickling coming back in his eyes again, he let out a scream in fustration. Throwing things from his table and bed onto the floor he screamed and screamed until his throat felt raw. Picking up the glass jar mext to him he slammed it onto the floor, broken glass scatterd everywhere. Feeling helpless, he collasped to the ground and put his head into his knees, and wrapped his arms around them.

Hands over his ears, he screamed, and screamed, and screamed until all he felt was the numbness of him and his throat, the broken shards of glass sticking into his tail, chest, stomach and hands, and the pain of his throat being ripped out.

Rocking back and forth on the ocean floor, he sobbed. He sobbed until he felt like dying, sobbed until morning, sobbed until night fell again. How could things end up like this? He didn't sin. He did nothing to deserve this pain, agony, and torture. And worse of all, it would never end.

It would never end until he killed countless men, fucking them and then drowning them to thier deaths. Is this the person he was meant to be? Was this who he was all along? He choked on his sobs, not being able to breath.

He rocked, rocked, rocked, and rocked.

forwards,

then back.

forwards,

then back.

forwards,

then back.

He tried to bear it, he tried to. But how much could he endure it? How longer must he hold in the pain? How many more people would be need to kill to bresk this stupid fucking curse?

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5 years ago...

Sobbing his eyes out, 18 year old choi yeonjun ran to the edge of the beach, hands over his ears running away from the man he thought he loved the most. Shutting his eyes as thight as they could possibly be, he continued to sprint to the edge of the beach where the sand met the ocean.

Screaming, he threw himself down into the sand, knees rubbing raw with the harsh grains from the beach. He fell to his knees as he sobbed, wind blowing his hair this direction and that.

18 year old choi yeonjun had just gone through his first heart break.

When he had confessed to his then crush, the boy had rejected him, and slapped him across the face, cursing and yelling at his face until yeonjun broke down in tears. The boy then continued to yell at yeonjun, asking him things like: whats wrong with you? why arent you normal? i never loved you anyways. and go to hell.

Yeonjun couldn't bear to hear those words coming from the boy he thought he loved anymore, so he mumbled and apology and flashed a bittersweet smile. "I still love you" he whisperd. "I forgive you." he said so softly, noone would catch it. But the boy did.

He caught all of it. When he had finished processing what yeonjun had said, his face boiled red with anger. Striking him again on the cheek, yeonjun gasped from the sudden sting of the slap and backed away, stumbling as he walked backwards, trying to hide from the boy.

He ran to the shore and fell to his knees, begging for him to stop. He tripped and fell to the ground, bidy aching from crying and running. "you little-" the boy said, kicking yeonjun in the ribs, once, twice, three times.

Wincing in pain, yeonjun lay there, shriveling up as he sobbed into the sand. Listening, the boy then walked away, leaving yeonjun quaking on the floor in agony, as he cluched his ribs and stomach, trying not to show his pain and weakness.

He just rememberd lying there, feeling so helpless, world against him, air suddenly feeling twice as heavy, pushing on his chest. He felt like the ocean waves were the only thing that never did him wrong.

Thinking this, he touched his cheek, feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. Giving up kn wiping them away, he curled up into a ball, shut his eyes, and tried to fall asleep.