black dahlia. | yeonbin.

seven

soobin bit down onto his fingernails as he watched the boy before him slip into unconsciousness; his eyes closing softly as he watched yeonjun limp.

"what did i do." he whispered to himself, slightly agitated with having to hurt yeonjun. it wasn't his intention. none of this was his intention. yes, he killed people but he never wanted to hurt yeonjun.

"y-yeonjun." soobin stuttered out, lightly tapping his hands against yeonjuns thigh in attempt to wake the boy up. "yeonjun, please wake up." soobin pleaded, his eyes starting to tear up as he looked at how small and weak the boy was.

anger was flooding through his body, "how could you do this to him?!" he yelled out in frustration, his fingers gripping tightly onto his hair. "you hurt him."

soobin stood up from the ground, and harshly wiped his hands against his lips. at the time of him hurting yeonjun, it just felt right but now that it's done he can't help but feel guilty.

he walked over to the metal table, grabbing one of the chairs and throwing it against the wall in a rage manner.

"FUCK!" he yelled, punching the concrete wall. blood trickling down his knuckles and up his arm. "if only you were normal...if only it didn't feel so fucking good." he sighed out, a desperate sigh leaving his cracked lips.

soobin laid his head on the wall in defeat, the concrete cooling down the heat that was spreading throughout his body.

he turned around, and slid down the wall. his eyes lingering at the boy in the corner. soobin truly loved yeonjun, he couldn't lie to himself; maybe to others.

"you're so fucked up." he mumbled to himself, a light smirk dancing across his cheeks.

soobin looked back over to yeonjun, a defeated look washed over his face. "how long have you been awake?" soobin asked, watching as the boy sat himself up-wincing in pain.

"long enough to witness you punching the wall." yeonjun replied, keeping his eyes away from soobins. he was not about to allow himself to feel bad for a murderer.

soobin raised an eyebrow, and let out an ah sound with his mouth. "can i see your neck?" soobin asked, moving himself closer to the boy. yeonjun lifted down his shirt, despite not feeling bad he didn't think he could go through any more pain if he didn't comply with what soobin said; because yeonjun knew the male could switch in a heartbeat.

soobin furrowed his eyebrows, and gently pressed his fingers against the dark purple outline of his fingers that laid against yeonjuns porcelain skin.

yeonjun flinched.

soobin pulled back, "i'm gonna go." soobin said immediately standing up and walking away.

"soobin! p-please. let me go." yeonjun pleaded, holding onto his body in an attempt to cease the pain a bit.

"bye yeonjun. i'll be back tomorrow." soobin mumbled, not being able to look the boy in his eyes.