strange love | yoonseok

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As much as I would have loved to sit and gawk at what had happened between Hoseok and I, I couldn't. I was terrified. As soon as he closed the door, I ran to the elevator and had it take me up to Namjoon and Seokjin's apartment. What if Taehyung calls the cops on me? What if he tells them about what I did and Hoseok hates me?

"Seokjin, Namjoon, please open up." I knocked on the door, tears brimming my eyes, "Please.."

Suddenly, the door in front of me opened and revealed  Seokjin in a silk blue robe "Oh Yoongi, come here."

The man pulled me by my arm and dragged me inside. I took a seat in their sofa, Jin sitting down right by me.

"Yoongi, what happened?" The sleepy looking man asked, as he handed me a glass of water.

"It's a long story." I sighed, wiping the tears off my face. I filled my hyung in on what has been happening lately and my feelings for Hoseok. He was excited to say the least about how I, "Finally found love!!"

"Hoseok kissed me."

Seokjins eyes widened, they looked like they were about to pop out of his head, "Yoongi! Oh my goodness, I'm so happy for you! But if Hoseok kissed you, why are you crying?" He took a breath and leaned in, "Was it bad?"

"No! It wasn't bad at all! It was...perfect!" I felt heat rising to my cheeks as a brought my fingers up to my lips and traced the place where Hoseok's lips met mine. I then sighed again, "I was crying because...I killed his roommate's grandpa. Not just that, but a different roommate just so happened to see me kill him. What kind of karma is this! What if he tells Hoseok, Seokjin? Everything will be ruined!

A sob came from my throat and I cried into my hyung's chest and he rubbed my back soothingly. I had never felt any kind of guilt for killing anyone ever.

"Shhh... Yoongi, don't cry."

I bawled. Seokjin didn't say anything. He didn't even know what to say. I wouldn't either if I was in his situation.

"You can stay here for tonight," Seokjin patted my head, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, hyung. Thank you."

He didn't say anything, but he gave a sad smile and made his way back to his room. I tried to fall asleep. I really did. But something came over me. I felt numb. I stood up and left. It's like I wasn't the one controlling my body. I just walked and walked until I was out of the apartment complex and on the cold city street. On my journey, I guess you could call it, I spotted a man around my age violently kicking another guy who was laying on the ground. Obviously in extreme pain.

"Please! Stop!" The man yelped, "Help me!"

"Shut it you low life, pathetic, homeless, piece of crap! Why are you crying for help? As if you're life actually means anything to anyone," The man menacingly laughed and continued to abuse the poor man on the ground.

I came up behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder while pulling a switchblade out of my back pocket with my other hand. As the man turned around I slashed his throat, blood squirting out everywhere. It splashed on my face, all over my clothes, and even on the homeless man below me. I licked the blood off my lips.

It was exhilarating.

"Thank you." The man on the ground below me grinned, holding his side and panting heavily but I could practically see the fear in his eyes. I smirked.

"Oh, you think you're off the hook?" I chuckled and bent down next to him.

"W-What do you m-mean?"

All that could be heard after that was the sound of the blade piercing into his stomach.

I giggled. That giggled grew into a laugh, and after that, well, I practically sounded like a maniac. My heart raced a million times a minute. I was in ecstasy.

Suddenly, I was awoken from my trance when I heard the one sound I feared the most. Police sirens.

Crap, someone must have seen me.

I fled from the scene as quickly as I could. I ran and ran until I ended up at my apartment. I was out of breath and my legs burned and itched from lack of exercise. Finally able to sleep due to fatigue and weariness, I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the most beautiful moment in my life, right before it all went to shit again.