Joker (18+)

Joker: Unleashed the madness

I looked at Hoseok and he looked at me. I know he regrets today. The events of him pulling me to the woods again. For us to visit this place again, together.

Why wouldn't he? I do too. We were sitting at the top of the cliff. A step and we're blasting on the ground far away 2 to 3 km. The sunset, laughing at us, this bitch.
We used to sit here hand in hand, heads on shoulders, the sunset was humble back then, it used to smile on us.

Well people change or rather situation does and the situation includes nature too.

"Hoseok?" He looked at me.

"Do you ever felt like wanting me back?" He chuckled at my question. "Who wanted to leave you in the first place? I still want you and I'll ask for you everyday."
My eyes welled up.

I opened my mouth to blurt my head but he hushed me to say the same.

"Hoseok." He hummed.

"Kill me too, please." He shook his head folding his knees closer to his chest. "Please I can't bear anymore. I am weak and now I'm tired."

"Remember? Jeffrey Dahmer ? Who ate his victims?" He nodded.
"Can you eat me too?" Hoseok snapped his neck towards me. "What the fuck do you mean?" He asked.

I looked at my crossed fingers on my lap and blinked at the sunrays. "I know we can't be together as long as we live. We're both misfortune at love. Can you behead me and eat my heart after I die?"

He looked at me with his wide eyes. Even if it's his hobby to kill, it's always me who is psychotic.

"I won't ever June. You know I can't even scratch your skin." His genuine words healed my wounded soul. "Then take me back."

"I can't."

"I'll kill myself."

"I gave you a swear on my life. Would you still break it?"

"There's no purpose to live anymore and if breaking a swear on your life means you're going to die? That's even better let's escape from this disgusting world to hell together."

He looked away and stood up from the cliff. He's walking back to our world. I smirked at sunset, this bitch can't laugh anymore.

I looked away and my vision got black due to my stare at the bright rays by the past 20 minutes.

My head spun and i almost tripped to death when a hand grabbed my waist. "My devil's not dying so soon." I laughed and he threw me on his shoulder.

He walked back into the woods with me on his shoulder, my upper body dangling on his back.

I saw a knife in his back pocket. This scaredy motherfucker. I pulled the knife out of his pocket and tore his t-shirt apart. "Ooh la la." I traced his back muscles and he shivered.

I laughed and he kept walking. I pouted and pointed the tip of the knife on his back. He didn't even shiver. "Ain't scared anymore daddy?"

"Not anymore." He replied.

I pierced his skin with the knife and not a sound came out of his godly mouth. I was surprised, not even a hiss.

The blood dripped from the open wounds to the waistband of his tight black jeans. I kissed the bleeding cut and licked his blood, that's when he groaned, clearly not out of pain.

"June."

"Yes papi?" He laughed and I admired my art.

"Nevermind." He said and spanked me. I laughed along him.

"Can you help me with my art competition tomorrow?" I asked.

"Anything for my darling." My heart swelled up. He just called me by one of the many nicknames he called me by when I was little.