What Time Forgot | Minsung

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Just kill him..

Just get it over with, Jisung.

We know that you want to..

He's not good for you..

The voices whispered so loudly in jisungs ears that he couldn't help but listen to them. They played so loudly and on repeat.

You just wanted to fuck him right?

Yeah.. of course you did.

It's so easy..

Grab the knife from the kitchen, Ji..

You know the one sitting in the drawer..

Now imagine it:

The blood dripping from it.. the satisfaction of it cutting the skin on that pretty boys face.. imagine the look in his eyes.. the glaze of death that would come over him after you cut his throat.. seems so good right..?

Go do it.. go..

It's what's good for him.

Jisung let out a soft breath as he stared at his closed bedroom door.

He heard shuffling down the hallway that he could only assume was Minho going to his room.

He felt like he could be sick with the things his mind was telling him to do. With the things that would only ultimately end in death for him.

The thing was.. he wanted to do it.

He wanted to see that look on his face when the life left his eyes.

Some people craved food. Some people craved love and attention, but Jisung craved death. He'd killed many people in the past and had enjoyed every second of it.

Many of his obsessions had ended up dead within a matter of weeks. Most times, he'd kill them during sex. He'd strangle them and finish what he'd started while they were unconscious and simply dispose of their body face down in the river so they'd die off drowning.

In a way he was thankful that he hadn't killed Minho during their sex but old habits died hard. Though the hunger for death was only getting to him day by day.

The more he looked at Minhos face the more he just wanted to see him dead.

Which as fucked as it was, he felt like it was what he was destined to do.

"I don't want to hurt you like I have others.."

That's not true right?

When you told that pretty boy you wanted him.. you wanted him dead.. you wanted to fuck his pretty mouth and dispose of him like he's meant to be disposed of right, Ji? 

But did he..?

Minho was different. He had never looked at him strangely after any episode he had. Even when he had tried to drown him in the river he made out with him after. Even after they'd bonded over their dead mothers they'd still kissed and touched on the couch.

Over the weeks, Jisung had been going crazy.

Slowly but surely he'd been going more and more insane with the attachment to Minho he had.

Back in the ward, it had been nothing but constant voices telling him to go for it. To fuck him and kill him. To strangle him while he slept and to obsess over him until he could bone and leave.

That was where it had first started.

With in the first week Minho came in, Jisung had done sickening things that he had enjoyed so much.