𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐦 || 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐈)

6 - Seungcheol

Damn, he pisses me off.

But I can't get enough of him.

The balls on him wanting to kill someone. He thinks he has it in him?

He doesn't, not in the slightest.

He wants to pretend because he was able to do it once that he has the ability to do it a second time, or a third.

He thinks he's as demented as I am.

And the worst part is, I think he is.

The darkness which has seeped into his eyes is apparent. His soul has darkened over the years, only further darkening once he met the masked man—me.

But I don't think I made him this way. I think it's how he's been all along. It's been hiding, lying dormant. And I've awoken it.

The real question is, do I allow him to fully open the gate into the darkness, or do I protect him from it?

He isn't wrong, this girl from the video needs to die.

He'll be pissed as fuck if I do it without him.

But I don't know if he can handle killing without losing herself completely.

There's this fine line of being able to take a life without becoming a monster. Still being a human and living among people normally without being a complete psychopath. I do it daily, no one would've ever assumed I was the masked man if  Vernon wouldn't have been there when the door opened.

But he was, and I was revealed.

The death of Hyungwon is stained across Jeonghan's face like red paint. It's obvious he's killed someone. It's in the haunted look in his eyes. The way his soul has stepped into the shadows. He doesn't have a scar, yet he appears to wear it like a badge of honor.

I fear if I give him the loaded gun, he'll take down the world.

He could do it. Easily, he could do it. But how will it affect him? How will it change him?

I don't know, but I know he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. That's how Jeonghan is, it's how he's always been.

I pull my phone from my pocket as I head through the woods. It isn't that far away from town, but Jeonghan doesn't know this part of the woods like I do. Head straight north and you'll end up in Canada. Head south and you'll be in Hellcrest Heights.

We're stuck somewhere in the middle, hiding from the world in hopes we won't get caught.

Unlocking my screen, I see a missed phone call from my father.

With a sigh, I realize it's time to call him back. He's the one that sent me out here. And now the world knows I'm the serial killer, I have no idea how he's going to react.

Pressing his name, it starts ringing, and I head through the woods as I make my way to town. It only rings twice before he answers.

"Seungcheol," he barks.

I run my fingers through my hair, irritation already rolling through my veins. "Yes."

"What in the fucking hell have you gotten yourself into?" he roars through the phone.

I pull the phone away, listening as his voice carries through the woods.

"What exactly are you talking about?"

He laughs, though there's no humor. "I don't know, son. Why don't we start with why your name and face is plastered all over the local and national news?"