TW: Graphic description, swearing and insults.
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The sound of cutlery scraping on plates joined the cheerful conversation the couple were having.
"But why would you want to be a rock of all things! You could be literally anything in existence and you choose a rock!" Jisung waves his hands around as he questions the ridiculous notion.
"Well, rocks are peaceful! They don't have to do much and can just travel around." Minho ate another bite of his dinner and put the fork to the side. He watched as the younger started hurriedly eating his food.
"Woah, slow down, it's not going anywhere." The elder chuckled as he scraped the last of the kimchi into his mouth.
"But you're done, so I was trying to be quick!" He exclaimed. Jisung froze when Minho reached a hand out to swipe a bit of sauce that had gotten stuck on the corner of his lip. He pulled back his hand with a smirk and licked his thumb.
The younger felt his face grow hot as he turned away before standing. The elder followed, wide grin on his face at how easily he could make the other flustered. Jisung grabbed a few clothes from the floor, sniffed them and threw the ones he deemed okay onto the bed.
Minho went to the small wardrobe and pulled out sweatpants and a tank top. Both changed and climbed into bed. The younger curled up close, throwing a leg over the other and almost laying on top of him. The elder laid an arm over the top of him, holding him closer.
The glistening stars and sounds of cars lulled them into a sleep. Outside, partygoers drunkenly stumbled down footpaths. People in suits with fancy briefcases walked home from their late and tiring jobs. Streetlights blared down at the travelers.
One man climbed the outside of the factory, knife in hand. He struggled with ascent but was able to use bricks that jutted out as hand and footholds. He reached a particular window, seeing the sleeping couple slightly lit by the moonlight shining above.
He put the handle of his weapon between his teeth and quietly open the window. The lock easily giving out with the amount of rust it had gained over the years. He crept in and towards the bed, shadow looming over the two.
His gaze landed on the younger's face, peaceful and relaxed. It filled the anger inside of him, a big, fiery pit of emotions. He lifted the knife above his head, tightening his grip on the handle as he stared down at the other man who embraced what should be his.
Because if he couldn't have him. No one could.
He forced the blade down, ready to plunge it into the sleeping boy.
An arm flew up, blocking his attack as his eyes went wide. The other man below had stopped him, eyes dark and full of rage.
"You."
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Jisung's eyes shot open to reveal Eun standing above him, knife in his hands and aimed down at him. He glanced over to see Minho struggling to block him as he continued trying to go through with his plan.
The boy kicked him, making him stumble backwards. Both finally noticed he was awake but before either could say anything, he was up out of bed and facing Eun. The elder could see the fire ignited in his eyes, the hurt and betrayal.
"Hey baby." He said, smirking at him. Jisung's skin boiled and itched, as if he'd been infected with some kind of horrible disease. He sent another kick to his stomach.
"Don't fucking call me that." He muttered angrily under his breath. Eun just looked back up at him from his stance of clutching his stomach.
"Come on, you used to love it when I called you that. Don't you remember?" He spoke again, standing up straight. The younger lunged and tried to punch him in the jaw but his fist was caught. The elder pushes his fist so he steps back.
"Can't you remember? The times we were together. I miss those times." He said, voice softer. Jisung felt like he was going to throw up. The words coming from his ex's mouth disgusted him, as if he was blind to the horrible things he put him through.
He took another step forward, handing reaching out.
"We can make those times again. Make new memories. Together." Jisung stumbled back and hit the wall. Flashes of moments with with him ran through his mind. Them at the park, their first kiss, sharing ice cream.
The first time the elder yelled. The fights they had when he moved in. When he first got kicked out. When Eun got rejected the first time and called Daeho. The first slap. The neglect. The blackmail. The gaslighting. The manipulation. The-
"I can make you happy again." His voice cut through the younger's thoughts like a searing hot blade. His eyes snapped up to where they were glued to the floor.
"MAKE ME HAPPY? YOU WANT TO MAKE ME HAPPY? JUST AFTER YOU TRIED TO KILL ME?" He took a step forward. "YOU KIDNAPPED AND TORTURED ME BECAUSE I SURVIVED AFTER YOU LEFT ME FOR FUCKING DEAD!" He took another step and the elder's eyes widened as he staggered back, shrinking under his piercing gaze.
"YOU MADE ME FEEL SO FUCKING MISERABLE. YOU NEGLECTED ME, ABUSED ME AND THINK I'M JUST GOING TO FORGIVE YOU FOR THAT? YOU CHEATED ON ME SO MANY FUCKING TIMES AND YET I STAYED. NOT BECAUSE I LOVED YOU, NOT BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE WITH YOU." He backed him into a corner, using his forarm to keep him still.
"But because you left me no fucking choice." He sneered, face close and eyes not tearing away.
"I did that because I loved you." Eun spoke, a last-ditch effort. Jisung pushed off harshly, grabbing the weapon and ripping it from his hand, twisting his arm and causing him to fall in the process.
"BULLSHIT YOU LOVED ME. YOU NEVER FUCKING LOVED ME. IF YOU DID YOU NEVER WOULD HAVE DONE ANY OF THE SHIT YOU DID!" He towered over the man on floor, hand gripping the knife so tightly his knuckles turned white.
In an instant he was straddling his stomach, blade raised above his head. The other looked at him in horror, opening his mouth to speak as the blade was thrust into his chest.
"I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU." Jisung shouted with all his breath, all his pent up emotions and hate. With each 'I hate you' he slammed the knife back into his body.
His chest, his stomach, his arms and hands. He stopped for a moment, breathing heavily with the weapon paused above his head. Jisung looked down at Eun's face, frozen in terror, eyes wide and mouth open. The colour had drained from his face and blood coated the inside of his mouth.
He dropped the blade and started punching him. Blood splattered everywhere. His face, his clothes, the floor. He scratched at the dead man's face, causing large gashes to decorate his pale features.
"I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU." He kept going, releasing everything he had been feeling towards him in one, violent moment.
When he stopped, when his hands dropped limply by his sides and he just looked at the mutilated body, Minho came over. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders and guided him to stand.
Jisung stared at his hands, at the blood that coated them and his forearms like gloves. The kind he saw princesses wear in Disney movies, but these weren't glittery, or pretty. They were proof. Proof he was dead, proof of his horrific crime. Tears blurred his vision and rolled down his cheeks as he was led to the bathroom.
"I-I'm sorry. I-It was an accident-"
"Shh." He was cut off by the elder hushing him. They reached the bathroom and Minho moved to stand behind him, a little to the side. He grabbed the boy's hands and guided them to the stream of warm water that came from the tap.
Gently, he washed Jisung's hands, cleaning off all the blood as the younger watched it swirl down the drain. Minho picked up a nearby nailbrush and carefully flipped his hands. He handled the boy like a piece of glass, gently scrubbing under his nails to get rid of the blood.
He knew what he'd just done was a terrible, horrible thing. He was horrified at himself for being able to commit a crime like that in such a gruesome way.
But he couldn't stop that small pang. The one that came from his heart, that broke through the messy jumbles of thoughts in his head. The feeling he got that would contradict any logical thought or reasoning.
The feeling that told him that it felt good.
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Sweetheart (Minsung)
Fiksi Penggemar"We shouldn't be doing this." "Do you want to stop?" "No." ---------------------------------- Villain x Hero's sidekick ---------------------------------- All characters are Oc's except for Minho and Jisung. Warning: Smut Graphic Violence SA (kind o...
