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I stand in front of a canvas, my hands shaking with a mixture of passion and pain. My mind was exploding with those demons of my sleepless nights. Those nightmares which were nearly my traitor buddies by the time.
I close my eyes and instead of usual darkness the beautiful smile with teary eyes flashes infront me. With a steady hand, I dips my fingers into a bowl of my own blood and begins to paint her portrait, my fingers tracing the contours of her face with a mixture of reverence and obsession.
The canvas soon covered in the vibrant red of my blood, the colors blending together to create a macabre portrait. I took a step back to admire my work, my eyes scanning the canvas with a mixture of pride and possession.
There isn't any colour, paint is worth to put it on canvas to portrait her. Her life wasn't colourful neither it deserves to be dark, not when I'm here to consume every darkness which will try to engulf her. Only I can do that.
My face soften with one of both adoration and longing as I gazes at the woman depicted on the canvas. I couldn't help but murmur, voice turning quiet and relevant in midnight. “You are my masterpiece. My little fairy who distracts me with my own self.”
My smile turned into frown when my phone rang.
Joonie hyung.
I raise my eyebrow and pick up the call just to hear his angry accused voice.
“why?”
“trust me, I'm not mind reader. Be specific.”
“why you set the fire in sehyun's mansion?” he voice out angrily making me smirk.
“oh. I don't know what are you talking about.” I mumble running my fingers on canvas to paint a more details.
"Tae don't be coy." I scoff and hum.
“I did. What about that? Is he still alive?” I asked like I don't know.
“Yes. I told you one thing. Just one freaking thing, to stay the fuck away from Kang. I don't want those stupid Sicilians to search for shadow again and hurt hobi because of your stupidity.” my jaw tighten as I ignore his words and mumble.
“he burnt my heart hyung.”
“You don't have a heart.” he snort in mockery. I scoff hearing him and sat on chair infront of canvas eyeing the beauty painted in my blood. I chuckled dryly.
“right. My non existing heart then.”
“kim taehyung! Enough with that fucking innocence of yours. Don't you fucking dare to forget the omertà rules. You can't harm any of the brotherhood members not freaking specially Kang sehyun. If Ethan gets to know shadow is alive due to your madness, he will go after him.” my eyes darken hearing the mention of my brother again.
