Hellscape High

Anything for you pt 2

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...blood.

Pooling on the kitchen floor, expanding like it wanted to conquer it all. It touched their fingers and she retracted them in a flash, hands shaking.

Minho was sat on top of the guy and he was panting with exhaustion. The knife layed abbandoned near his left hand, slick with red to the handle.
He rose then violently kicked the...the corpse one last time before turning to Ji.

Their hands flew to her mouth.
Minho was soaked in blood. And his eyes... they were so dark it looked like his humanity as a whole had been sucked out of them.

"Min...w-what have you done..." they croaked as incontrollable sobs shook her whole body.

"It's ok" he said with a flat, emotionless voice:
"You're safe now..."

He reached a hand out and Ji took it: sweat on blood, messy trembling in a firm grip. Minho touched their cheek lightly, tinting it red.

"I'm sorry..." he said:
"I should've gotten here sooner..."

Jisung shook his head. Their brain was short circuiting and she didn't know how Min was so calm in a situation like this.

"W-we have to call t-the cops"
their teeth clattered, a mix of adrenaline, shock and pain still coursing through his veins:
"It was s-self defence they-"

"But it wasn't"

Jisung turned her pleading eyes to Minho.

Please stop.... I can't take it anymore...

But Min continued.

"He didn't have his knife when I tackled him. I could have knocked him out and called the police. But I didn't"

"B-but he was ra-" their voice broke.

<<He was raping me>> isn't a sentence you say easily when you have just been raped.

Minho's body got rigid with anger. He eyed the remains of the guy and considered stabbing him a few more times but before he could do that, Jisung dropped their head onto his chest.
Minho tried his best to clean a hand well enough and started petting his hair in an attempt to make her stop crying.

"They won't care, Ji... I chose to kill him and I'll still go to prison. For life, probably"

"No...N-no... nononononono-"

Jisung sobbed, clutching Minho's shirt in their hands as if she was desperately trying to keep him with them.

"You need to sit down... drink some water and get ready, Ji." he explained gently:
"You'll call the police and tell them it was all my fault,mh? I don't want them to pull you into this mess too..."

But it was as if Ji hadn't heared him. They were still mumbling a string of desperate <<no>>s as their tears mixed with the blood staining Minho's shirt.

He sighed and picked them up then walked to the living room, depositing their body on the couch.

"I c-can't think l-like this... there's a-a-addys upst-stairs... could you..?"

Minho just nodded.

While they were apart they both tried to think.

There weren't many options. The more time passed without anyone calling the cops, the more incriminated they both were.
They needed to do something and do it fast.

Min handed Ji the box and they popped out a handful of pills one by one with her shakey hands, swallowing them with care.

"I won't let you go to prison"
the words weirdly came out firm.

"Are you suggesting..."

"Noone has to know" Ji mumbled as terror and disgust at what she was saying filled them:
"And if noone knows...they can't take you away..."

Minho stared at them: slim, tiny, scrunched up against that couch like he wanted to drown in it.

"Ji... you could have a good life... find someone else to love... you don't have to do this..."

"B-but I want to. I hate it trust me, I hate myself so so much right now but I don't want to lose you... I can't lose you, not now not ever"

"Are you sure? A million per cent sure?"

Jisung nodded.

"Let's go clean the kitchen then"

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Bruh I have two ideas for two different outcomes of this- AGH SO CONFLICTED FJSKFHEN