#상자 안의 남자|Man In The Box. | Gayeon

MITB. | 3

THIS  CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE & TRIGGERING THEMES LIKE:
sexual themes, extreme violence, depictions of ptsd & depression, self harm, sex, stalking, and murder.
mentions of mental disorders.

The night sky was shimmering with soft glints from the scattered stars as the bright moonlight lit up the streets of Seoul.

Hyeongjun was walking along the sidewalk quietly when he heard some rustling in an alleyway that he had just passed by.

Curiously, the spry boy stopped in his tracks and slowly turned; from the dark shadows of the alley emerged a sketchy taller man. His right sleeve was disguising something in his hand.

Seemingly, the man must've been waiting for a target to pass by and assumed that was going to be Hyeongjun.

Which was wrong to assume, of course.

Hyeongjun had immediately picked up on the suspicious behavior and lunged toward the man, tackling him onto the ground.

Luckily, at this hour people weren't usually in the area to see this happen.

Hyeongjun snatched the dagger that he was hiding out of his hand and took a few quick jabs to the man's chest, watching as his chest began to seep with blood and form a puddle in the middle of his chest.

It was such a thrill and Hyeongjun loved it so much.

Nothing could quite match the same sensation murder had. It was delicious.

As Hyeongjun stood back up on his feet, he frantically cleaned the dagger with the fabric of his coat before dropping it by the man's head and listening to the metal clatter against the pavement.

He then gracefully made his exit and finished his walk back to the elegant apartment building he'd been residing in.

Hyeongjun had gone out quickly to the gas station no more than a block away for a snack run; he had company over and just wanted to get something for the two of them.

His hand gripped onto the silver metal handles of the glass doors to the building when he noticed a bit of blood on his fingers, to which he quickly fixed his sleeves to cover his hands and then entered the building quietly.

The boy sent a wide smile over to the doorman who was sitting at the front desk like usual as he headed into the elevator up to his apartment.

The elevator stopped and opened straight into the penthouse he had been renting recently.

Six months now.

It was the most permanent place he'd lived in for a long time.

"I brought snacks~"Hyeongjun announced as he waltzed past the large couch in the middle of the room, the elevator doors automatically closing behind him.

"Perfect!" Gunil cheered as he emerged from the kitchen, a glass bottle of beer in his hand as he approached the other.

"Were you fine by yourself?" Hyeongjun teased as he stared at Gunil, a small smirk on his lips as they made eye contact. "Yeah, Just lonely," Gunil nodded at him as he teased him right back and grabbed the small bag from Hyeongjun's hand as he maintained eye contact with him.