KILLING ME SOFTLY [ BEOMJUN / YEONGYU ]

chapter 05

3rd person’s pov

the front door opens and beomgyu’s flung down the entranceway stairs with zero regard. the resulting sound is a horrid mixture of snaps and cracks and screams of agony and terror. it gets yeonjun’s heart pumping too much as soon as he gets physical with his victims. he hates it. 

hates how pathetic the boy he devoted part of himself to looks right now, staring up at him with wide puppy-dog eyes. 

that’s what yeonjun would liken him to currently. a dejected puppy, kicked by the foot of its master.

he never cared for pets. 

something curls up the hatchet of his throat. he looks at beomgyu without acknowledging the hurt smeared across his person. the wimpers he exhales. the abrasion in his eyes.

“why beomgyu? i thought better of you. i really didn’t want to do this.”

even though yeonjun’s the superior one here- the one who gets to look down on how pathetic beomgyu is being, he feels bested. his own knife’s been twisted and strung and pressed against his own back. why does the sore excuse for a human beneath his feet enable that feeling?

it’s new- uncomfortable. frightening, even.

he hasn’t felt fear so genuine in years now. it sits right beneath the surface of his skin, prickling and squirming around like maggots. it’s so bad and intense yeonjun wishes he could cut it off with his knife. 

beomgyu is on his knees. yeonjun waits and waits to see what he’ll do. the younger boy whimpers and takes a second to collect himself. 

and then he starts crawling back towards the doorstep with his hind legs sludged uselessly behind him. his entire body is shaking. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry okay!” he cries, “ i’m so-sorr-y! ” beomgyu is barely coherent. too much snot in his face.

he’s lost use of his legs- probably a result of the cracks he heard earlier- 

beomgyu’s coming towards him.

so willing and desperate.

in that moment, yeonjun freezes in place. his pupils have inflamed and gone impossibly still. he stares on in disgust as his mind screams at him don’t let him touch you. but he finds himself paralyzed at beomgyu’s efforts.

the younger boy reaches the top of the stairs with nothing but his hands. his nails dig painfully into the concrete rungs of the stairs- his arms force his body up painfully, step by step. 

it takes him minutes of huffing and wailing. the torment lasts hours inside yeonjun’s head.

beomgyu grips the bottom of his trouser legs. he’s panting like he’s climbed a mountain. his facial fluids drip onto them and yeonjun retches in disgust. he lands a direct kick to beomgyu’s face, sending him tumbling all the way back down- strenuous work gone to ruin. 

the kick leaves a blue mark as red blood dribbles from his nose. it paints beomgyu’s face purple. 

yeonjun conjuncts, “you’re not- you’re not the first to say that- they all say that-  were you really lying to me?”