KILLING ME SOFTLY [ BEOMJUN / YEONGYU ]

chapter 01

3rd person’s pov

tis’ the season for rainstorms and acorn caps, cuddles and joys and warm afternoons spent indoors.

fall comes just as designated to the province of ilsan, painted red and brown and orange and yellow as nature dies out whilst the humans continue hustling. the otherwise fluorescent city is in its final stages in preparation for a grueling winter. the temperature has taken its drop and the sun now resides somewhere behind a thick layer of clouds.

the annual fall festival lies just around the corners.

it’s a fun little seasonal tradition with wheat mazes, pumpkin carving, hot cocoa stands and really just  a cheap excuse to get in the holiday spirits. the children love it, the adults can be argued.

except this year, decorations hang in the form of missing person posters.

the annual seasonal depression is now mingled with another uncomfortable element. it makes the air so heavy it’s practically impossible to breathe in.

paranoia.

serial abductions and disappearances.

a grim mystery-novel fantasy that’s become unreal reality.

and at its center core stands a lone man in the deserted field of a forest, biding back the cold with a spade in his hands.

yeonjun marks out the spot on the ground- sixty centimeters wide and a hundred and fifty tall. he’s going to be digging until he finds the bonely (or fleshy- the soil here’s dense as a swamp.)  remains of his last failed confession.

the girl’s on the ground’s bare arms are tinted blue from the icy weather, still dressed in nothing but the white tank top from before.

she lies as stilly asleep as were she dead.

she isn’t actually- yeonjun doesn’t kill his failures. he’s not a murderer. the bodies and the memories and the evidence just stands in his way of achieving his next.

he digs and digs through hardened mud- a tactic that only works because this patch of land has been undug dozens of times, kept beneath a layer of protective tarpaulin. it takes an hour of hustling until yeonjun hears the ear-splintering sound of metal screeching like nails on a chalkboard.

bingo, he’s hit his mark.

the hole fits her body like a glove, she’s a small person, he remarks. the unconscious lump is given another dose of anesthetic before yeonjun starts shoveling dirt back on top. it’s a much faster process than digging it out of the ground.

not disposing of the evidence proved a fatal mistake he’d conducted on his first attempt at fifteen years old.

he’s forgotten her name by now- too irrelevant to matter in the long run of the years- but she was the first girl to ever show him kindness. ever so timid and ever so curious he’d brought her back home and made love to her the same way he did all his contenders now.

but halfway through she’d started screaming and crying and spitting profanities in his face.

yeonjun back then did not understand- and he also did not grasp the unfortunate consequences of letting her leave.

it’s not like he gets nitpicky with his options. she just so happened to be a girl.

the police showed up at school during the next day and placed him under temporary arrest before a lack of evidence fell through and resulted in community service and a warning. the worst of it came after, when the girl cursed him to his grave, turned the entire community on him and saw him hunted out the prefecture like a witch from a mob. (there had been mentions of fire)

it’s since then he’s learned his lesson of being a good boy by cleaning up after himself.

it’s strange.

yeonjun always picks the people who are the nicest- the one who spare him so much affection, who throw away whatever they’re holding to give a helping hand. in theory, they should love him the easiest.

and yet as soon as he takes the next step, they show their true colors.

foul ones.

yeonjun shoves the spade into the ground in a vehement motion. it sticks up vertically, to mark the spot of the fresh grave.

he sighs and claps the superficial dirt off his hands best he can- wiping his sweat with the backside of a freshly cleaned palm. He sets foot back towards his cottage.

the temperature will turn the ground solid in a matter of hours.

from here it’s a simple matter of planting the bitch’s belongings somewhere far away from here and sending a fake message reassuring her friends she’d be on her way back. it’s a meticulous process, he’s repeated it many times before.

yeonjun’s starting to give up hope he’ll ever find love in this endless horde of disposable bodies.

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the next chapter will be longer than this one.
:D