PAINT ME IN RED [Hyunho] (DISCONTINUED)

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DOUBLE UPDATE?? 

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Minho

The table was awkward. I had ordered scrambled eggs and toast for Hwang, while I had two slices of bread with strawberry jam, my personal favorite, and banana milk.

The fear from last night had somehow departed and now I was left lonesome, questioning everything that occurred to me. When I look up to Hwang, he is simply eating in silence, not minding my existence.

If he wasn't going to start, then I will.

"What happened to you last night?" I asked once I finished chewing on a piece of bread.

"Exactly what you think," His answer also happened to be simple, but last night was far from simple, it was too complex for me to process.

Run?

What had I run from? Hyunjin? Or what Hyunjin was able to do?

"That's not a—"

"Minho," He interrupts me, but after that— it's silent. Like he doesn't know how to explain himself without going berserk.

"About you killing people. . ." I started seeing that he wouldn't. "Is it true?"

"You have no idea how much blood I have on my hands." His words were laced with bitterness a gentle string of warning stood. "I'm a tainted curse that can't be fixed."

"What are you saying?" I widen in shock. I knew Hyunjin was a fearful man, but murder? That wasn't a joke, someone's life was taken.

"If you don't plan on losing yours, I suggest you stay quiet." He warned, his words now stung with intimidation.

"You're going to kill me?" I say, laughing like a maniac. "You think I haven't already tried?"

"I can succeed whereas you cannot."

"So you're going to murder your husband?" I laugh, my tone sewed with sarcasm.

"I'm sure that's what I said." But he didn't sound sarcastic, he was being deadass.

"Hyunjin—"

"Get up." He said standing from the table.

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

"I said get up before I have to carry out." He whispered in my ear before standing straight.

I stood up, but I caught sight of the couple from earlier, laughing while they fed each other a piece of waffle.

Love, what a bitch.

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The hotel door shut loudly behind me. The anxiety from the previous night slowly built its way up. Death. Was that going to happen to me? I thought maybe there would have been some small hope, I tiny sparkle or glitter of some dreamful times.