Short Stories

What the-

The atmosphere was as quiet as it can be at 2 am as he trudged towards his apartment. He knew it was a bad idea to say yes when his best friend, Hyunjin asked to join him for a club party.

He knew these kind of parties never end and go through night, also let's not forget the musty smell of alcohol and sex that seemed to be a necessity of these parties to be 'lively', which he hated with his whole body. After all he had a peculiar sense of smell.

He loved trying new scents, or the smell of fresh rice or the smell of the first rain hitting the soil just after a scorching hot summer, or just a good smell which brings him immense form of comfort.

It was the start of winter which meant the end of the year, when he was walking down the side walk. His nose was clogged due to the cold surrounding but he was glad since he wouldn't have to be faced with the musty smell inside that club.

He had a few glasses of alcohol but since he had a high tolerance he was somewhat sober unlike his best friend, who was completely wasted and didn't have a sense of direction as he walked 2 steps forward and 1 step back along with few back flips and cartwheels.

" Hyunjin... " He sighed as he watched his friend asking a street lamp for a dance. " Let's get you home. "

He once again sighed and hailed a cab.
" Please text me when you get home, if you are alive that is. " He closed the taxi door once his friend has sprawled in and gave the driver an apologetic look for what he would have to deal with. And just like that he had sent his problem home.

Since his own house was just a few blocks away, he decided to walk while taking in the fresh winter air. Let's forget the pollution and his clogged nose for that moment.

Suddenly his peace was disrupted as heavy footsteps approached him from behind and zoomed past him, turning into a corner.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as the man, which he assumed to be in his 40s, ran like a murder was running behind him.

Well he was right about that as his ears once again picked up some rushed footsteps, but this time not on the ground but on the roof of the buildings surrounding him.

" What the- " He couldn't finish his statement as he saw a boy covered from head to toe in all black clothing running over the buildings like some sort of ninja and soon he had jumped down from a building towards the same alley the previous man had taken.

- Mention of murder, nothing too hefty though -

Han Jisung

" Target locked. Blue colored suit and blonde hair walking out of the backdoor. " His in ear buzzed as he locked his eyes on the target.

Kim Songjoo
43 years old
Serial killer
Recent mission to kill S. Cb

He looked at the small screen projected by his watch and read the information given. Once he had confirm his target he leaped down the building he was hiding at.

The man, presumably Kim Songjoo seemed to notice the sudden appearance of the boy since he immediately started running in the opposite direction.

" Yah! Stop! " He shouted as if it would stop the running man before he himself started chasing the man. But would you blame him when even the police shouts 'stop' when chasing a criminal?

" Oi Kim Songjoo! I just wanna talk! Stop! " He once again yelled unaware of the fact that other 'humans' could hear him and if someone informs the police then he is done for. But is he concerned about that? Nah. His only concern is the man in blue suit running away from him.

He glanced at a dumpster placed at the end of an alley and decided to jump on the building because of course jumping on the building is a much more faster way to catch someone running on the ground.

Soon enough he saw the man running into an alley and clicked his tongue in victory. He was where he wanted.

" Ahh.. A dead end, I see. " He snickered and jumped down the roof, blocking the only exit of the alley where the man was stood, huffing and puffing due to the lack of oxygen in his lungs.
" How sad. "

" W-Who are you-u? " Songjoo questioned as he took a fighting stance. Jisung just snickered in response. " Someone. " He replied with a shrug.

" What do you want? "

" Your life? " He said as if he wanted a chocolate from the man.

" Aren't you little dumb to say stop when you're clearly chasing someone, as if they would stop if you say so. " Songjoo scoffed in an attempt to distract the boy but the truth is, he was just trying to calm his scared heart.

" I was just stretching my vocal cords. Y'know I recently wrote a new song so I have to prepare my cords before singing it in front of my brothers. " He said with a shrug while removing a dagger from his belt.

The man visibly gulped at the sharp knife in his hand. He was trained to tackle such situations but the way the boy walked and talked exuded a different confidence, which sent a shiver down his spine.

" W-Why are you telling me a-all of this? "

" Because I'm sure you won't tell anyone, or will you? " He asked with wide, threatening eyes which caused the man to shake in fear.
" Well I'll make sure that you won't tell anyone. " He smirked at the end of the statement.

Songjoo had kept his emergency dagger in his back pocket and realized it's time to use it. He quickly removed it and charged towards Jisung.

He quickly ducked out of the way and held his hand before twisting it to hear a crack. The man let out a loud scream and immediately dropped the dagger.
" Oops sawwry? " Jisung apologized with a smile tugging at his lips.
" How about you try again? "

He kicked the dagger towards the man who quickly picked it up with his good hand and charged towards him. Once again, Jisung had predicted his moves and sent the man flying to the back of the alley where he hit the wall loudly.
" Tsk.. I expected more from someone like you. "

He kept his dagger back in his belt as he realized the man was too weak to be fought with a dagger. " What did my father even see in you? " He rolled his eyes and took slow steps towards the man who was hunched up in the corner of the wall.

" P-Please don't kill m-me. " He begged while crawling as far as he can from the boy walking towards him. " Will you not kill my brother if I let you go? "

Jisung scoffed when he saw the man freeze in his spot. " Exactly. " He said before swiftly taking the dagger from the man's hand and piercing through his neck.
He saw his eyes roll back and his body going limp.

Once he was sure, he stood up, stretching his arms while yawning loudly. He turned around and flinched a little at the unknown man.

" Y-You.. " The purple haired boy let out scared of what he had just witnessed.
" Calm down baby boy. It was just a.. Nightmare? " Jisung said with unusually calm voice. Well he knew he made a mistake of not checking his surrounding when he was doing the.. Thing but the boy didn't seem harmful enough to take care of.

The purple haired boy, Minho, had his eyes wide while staring at the chubby cheeked boy who had just killed someone in front of his eyes. " I-I.. " He stuttered and before Jisung could say anything he had already ran off towards his home, scared for his life.

Jisung sighed as he watched the boy ran out of the alley, his legs too tired to chase after that boy. " Lix, please take care of that boy. I'm too tired. "

He heard an affirmative sound from his in ear and decided to call it a night.

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04.07.2023

I srsly hate my tonsils for acting up evrytime they come in contact with cold water T^T