Youth | Gyuhao

- 61

| Chapter Sixty - One — Hao did I get here |
| attempted s/a warning |

Minghao's washing his hands in the bathroom after doing his business, letting the warm water run across his skin, hoping to calm any sense of anxiety he had today.

There's a low hum of the air conditioner ringing through his ears, and the few other people in the bathroom around him are even more muffled.

He hasn't been able to think straight. It feels like his brain has turned to mush and that the only coherent thought he can think is that he'd rather be buried in the ground than rotting in here.

He jumps when he feels a hand begin to caress his shoulder, but he doesn't push it away— too tired and exhausted to even let it bother him.

"What?" He says instead, continuing to wash his hands.

"Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?" It's a man. It's a disgusting man with yellow teeth and hair long enough it could be braided down his back. Minghao presumes he's just a white man with nothing on his mind other than—

"Get off," Minghao huffs out in English, shoving the guy away once he rubs at the hem of his pants.

"Babe, don't be like that." The guy grins, reaching for his body a second time.

"Don't fucking touch me," Minghao turns off the sink, rolling his eyes as he walks away.

"You want me." The guy takes his lip between his teeth— Minghao's never been one to judge a person based off looks, but this guy was truly ugly.

"I want you to get away from me," Minghao sighs, "I'm already in hell, I don't need more shit to pile up on top of me."

"I could be on top of you." Minghao almost gags at the guy's words.

"And I could join." Another inmate's next to Minghao, presumably a friend of the first one.

Minghao's a bit frightened now. But there's no way in hell he's letting it show, "Keep your dicks away from me or else I'll saw them off in your fucking sleep," Minghao grits his jaw, watching the 2 guys tense, "Think about why I might be in here."

And with that, Minghao rolls his eyes, whirling around to walk out of the bathroom.

But a hand catches his wrist and before he knows it, he's being tugged backwards until he's hitting a hard chest. He gasps at the suddenness, the first guy gripping his arms to hold him in place and the second sliding his hands down to his waist.

"What a fuckin' mouth on you," One of them chuckles, "Don't worry, we'll be putting that to very good use." He says, grinning disgustingly as he begins tugging his own pants down.

Minghao goes to scream but any sort of noise gets drowned out by the hand that's being slapped over his mouth. His shout comes out muffled, and he's squirming away and trying so hardly to push the hands away but he can only watch in horror how his pants begin to get pulled down.

So, out of rage, he bites the guy's finger, elbowing him harshly and kicking the second guy before he even has time to comprehend what just happened.

Minghao doesn't waste time continuing, taking the first guy and throwing him so hard into the mirror the glass shatters everywhere. And while he waits for them both to rise again he tugs his clothes back up.

"Goddamn," The long haired guy presses a hand to the back of his head, hissing at the crimson coating his palm, "Look at you."

Minghao chokes when a hand is wrapping around his throat, the second guy having risen to his feet and put him into an immediate chokehold.

He's quick to move though, all the police academy training finally catching up to him.

He lifts a leg, kicking the guy so hard in the shin he goes flying back to slam against the wall. Minghao turns around just in time before the other one can even land a single hit, kicking him in the chest and punching him in the face so many times his lip starts to split.

In a spur of the moment, having the ability to relish in the pained cries around him, Minghao swipes a stray piece of glass from the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs before slamming the weapon forwards, sinking the glass into the guy's chest.

He whips it out quickly, groaning as he punches the second guy, twirling him around and gripping his hair so tight he's begging for mercy.

Minghao just laughs like an insane person, tugging the man's head back and slitting his throat with absolutely no remorse.

He kicks the guy down, falling to his knees to stab him in the back just for good measure. Blood shoots up and paints his face, right on his cheeks and a little on his lip that he licks up like ice cream on a hot day, basking in the sweetness of death.

He's grinning so widely, more than he's done in months.

He pushes the dead body away, out of breath as he rises back to his feet, turning around to look at the guy he'd fucked up first.

Minghao looked evil.

"Please—" The guy begs, holding a hand to his chest to stop the blood as it continues to ooze from the stab wound, "Please d-don't kill me."

Minghao's shoulders rise and fall as he giggles, blood splotched all over his skin, "Don't kill you?" He repeats, raising his voice as if to mimic the beg that had been thrown at him, "You're telling me not to kill you when I told you not to touch me even though you still did?" He snorts, wiping the glass on his clothing to rid of the blood, red mixing in with the eye catching orange, "How in the world could I not return the arrogance?"

The guy gasps when the glass impales his throat, coughing so harshly blood almost makes it into Minghao's eyes.

Minghao squeals like this is the happiest day of his life, pushing the weapon in deeper until it goes all the way through, grinning like a madman when the life finally leaves the guy's eyes.

Everything feels so surreal as he watches the man's body fall to the floor, hair covering his almost decapitated head.

Minghao's cheeks hurt from smiling so much. And his hearing is muffled as multiple guards finally enter the room, screaming at him and kicking the back of his knees until he hits the floor, the glass falling to shatter against the floor as his wrists get cuffed together so he won't make another move.

Did murder always feel this good?

Could this be what Mingyu had felt on the daily?

It's been years after all, he could've forgotten.

But as he's dragged away from his beautiful artwork, he promises himself that he'll never lose the thrill of ending a life ever again.

It was too good a feeling to lose a second time.