strange love | yoonseok

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His body swayed to the music in a way I'd never seen before. His hair flew every which way, and heavy breaths came from his mouth which was slightly ajar. Sweat glistened on his forehead and collar bones and was soaking through his now see through, white button down, as the orange sun shone down on his vanilla skin.

For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

Every move he made was so fascinating.

I looked down and saw a black hat on the ground with a small paper sign on it that read "tips" so, naturally, I gave him my last 3 dollars I had crumpled up in my pocket.

I began to walk away and we caught eyes. He flashed a smile and mouthed a "thank you" then went back to dancing.

My heart beat sped up and I got this weird sense of happiness in the pit of my stomach. What was this new feeling? It feel so familiar yet, something's different about it.

I quickly smiled back, even though he couldn't see me, and walked off.

-

I was sprawled out across my couch, waiting for the sun to go down so I could go out and 'hunt'. That's what I liked to call it I guess.

I couldn't get him off my mind. His skin, his hair, his hands, and oh those hips. I wonder if he'll be there tomorrow. I.. want to see him dance again. He's so talented.

Seokjin's words from earlier found their way back into my thoughts.

"Are you that against being with a man?"

I've always labeled myself as straight. That's what I believed myself to be. But, for some reason I never really never thought about them like that. I never was that entranced with them, I never really thought of them more than "She's pretty," or "She's so nice." I dated them because that's how I thought it was supposed to work.

I only saw that guy once and I couldn't keep him off my mind. Is this how it's supposed to feel? The feeling of true attraction?

Then reality hit me once again as I noticed the moon has risen. It's so stupid of me to even contemplate my sexuality or the future of my love life.

You're a murderer, Yoongi. You can't fall in love.

I checked the time on my phone and I saw the time was 11:09 PM. I guess I was thinking for longer than I thought I was.

I changed into some old, black clothes which hung quite loosely on me and some black gloves. I then packed four knives, all of different sizes and colors, and my wallet into my draw string backpack and proceeded to put it on.

I was off on my nightly hunt.

As I was walking down the cold, slightly lit, sidewalk, I found myself standing in front of  exact place the man was dancing. I still longed to see him here again. Moving so beautifully and gracefully to the music. What if I never saw him here again?

I shook my head and began walking again. That's when I spotted a woman sitting alone on a bench. It's go-time.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked in a concerned tone. The woman looked up with a confused face and cocked her head slightly to the side.

"Um, yeah I guess. Why do you ask?"

"Well you seemed lonely and kind of upset to be honest." I took a seat next to her, and gave her a sad smile to seem sympathetic. Of course it was fake, but she didn't need to know that.

"Do I? I guess I am..."

Yes yes, keep going.

"Why so?"

"Well, my husband and I met here. But he passed away about 8 years ago. And today is our 16 year anniversary. So it's a sad day. He was the only person I had left in this world. Everyone else I know is either dead, or doesn't really give a shit about me I guess."

Bingo.

"I'm sorry for your loss. It must be so hard without him. I don't like sad faces though, why don't I buy you a drink to cheer you up, yeah?" I offered.

"Okay. Why not?" She sadly chuckled and grabbed her purse.

"There's a bar right down past this street. We can go there. So, what's your name?" I asked, trying to make small talk on our walk to the bar. Well, alley, I mean.

"Jung Yoo Mi."

"Ah, what a pretty name. I'm Suga." I usually used my nickname just in case I don't completely succeed. No one calls me that since I only have two friends and they call me my real name.

"Suga? Must be a nick name." She smiled. "It's cute."

"Yeah, I guess."

"So, have you heard about those killings that have happened lately?" She questioned as we turned into the alley way.

"Oh yeah, I have." I smirked but, she couldn't see since it was so dark out. "Here, you have to pay to get in, let me get my wallet out." I said as I began to look in my bag.

"Hey..I don't think there's a bar down here. Are you sure we're not lost?" She asked, sounding quite frightened.

"Yes, I'm sure."

We walked just a bit further then I stopped. Her stopping too.

"It's scary down here. I hope we don't run into that murderer."

"Oh, honey," I chuckled and pulled out my knife. "you already have." I grinned.

"W-what?"

And just like that I pushed her against the wall and slit her throat, right across the jugular. Her eyes were wide open as they rolled back into her head and blood began gushing out of her neck. Then I started stabbing her rapidly in her stomach and chest. Wherever the knife would enter, it'd be there.

When I was finished with her, I was completely out of breath. I could not stop smiling. That feeling was there, and I was absolutely ecstatic. It felt so damn good seeing her bloody and lifeless. I grabbed her by her hair and threw her body into the dumpster nearby. I did her a good deed. She was lonely, she had nothing to live for basically. She's better off dead.

I removed my gloves and jacket that were covered in blood, rolled them up and shoved them in my backpack along with my knife.

As I walked down the street, I had a skip in my step and I was whistling some tune I had made up in my mind. I felt so refreshed, and happy, though the fear of being caught always lingered.