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AU - Love Crime - Part 3

Jang Sora's POV

Everything around me suddenly disappeared from sight the longer I stared up at my lover's vacant gaze, his eyes locked with mine as he stood before me. I could no longer feel the cool morning breeze. The clear morning sky suddenly vanished. The noises around me faded to static as I gripped his sticky fingers, soaked in another person's blood. What would someone do in a situation like this? I was lost and frightened, yet I couldn't seem to tear my gaze from his shaken expression, holding tightly to his hands and desperately clinging to his soul after the shocking aftermath of his deadly outburst.

I couldn't think in the midst of the chaos, but I didn't hesitate; I tugged his arm, gripping tightly onto my lover, and sprinted as fast as I could from the crowd of frightened people gathering around the dead man by the camper. Thump. Thump.

The world spun in slow motion as I raced away from my lover's sin, holding onto his blood-soaked fingers. I didn't look back, and I didn't pause to properly breathe, afraid that if I stopped, I'd lose him to the darkness. So I ran. It wasn't difficult because it's what I've been doing all my life.

Run. Flee. Escape. Hide. Disappear.

Shaaaa~!

The heavy rain drummed over our heads as we arrived in the city after hailing a taxi. I gripped my lover's hand, tugging him through the downpour until we rushed up the dim apartment staircase, our footsteps echoing in the cramped space. I swung open the door to our shared home, pulling him inside before slamming it shut. Thud. Huff... Huff... We both stood panting beside the door as the rainwater dripped messily from our hair and clothes. I blinked and slowly turned to stare at Yangcha's fingers... dark red blood seeped from beneath his jacket sleeves, and splattering onto the floor. Drip... Drip... Drip... I lifted my exhausted gaze to find him staring at me intensely.

"Are you upset...? I'm sorry," He managed to utter while frowning at me. I gulp at his apologies and shakily raised my hand to hold his.

"Let's wash up," I whispered, bending down to help him loosen his laces and slip his soaked sneakers off his wet socks before standing up again, grabbed his hand, and dragged him inside the bathroom. Yangcha worriedly stared at me but I didn't bother and pulled his soaked jacket off his shoulder before helping him undress in our small bathroom. He smelled of a foul, human stench. Does human blood usually smell this sickening?

"I can do it myself," Yangcha whispered as he stood naked before me with a dim gaze. I exhaled and looked up at his apologetic frown, slowly tiptoeing on my feet to press my lips against his. I didn't pull away and remained leaning upward with my face tilted as he calmly stood with his eyes closed.

"Let me wash you," I insisted, pulling away with a faint smile. Yangcha blinked at my reassuring reaction, so I took his hand and led him inside the stall before switching on the faucet to bathe his dirty body.

Shaaaaaaa~!

A moment went by as I crouched over Yangcha, who was sitting on a plastic stool with his eyes closed. I gently washed the shampoo from his greasy strands before lowering the shower head to his hand, carefully washing the stains from his flesh and gently streaming the water over his face to cleanse his skin. I was oddly calm throughout the entire session and remained composed until I was done showering him. Yangcha got up to dab his body clean with a dry towel and left the bathroom so I took my time in the shower alone before stepping out in my pajamas to find him sitting on the edge of our bed with his eyes fixed on his fidgeting fingers.

I sighed and walked up to him, so he lifted his head to stare at me like a guilty puppy as I sat beside him before leaning forward to peck his lips and pulled away again to examine his anxious face.