cannibal | wonhui

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AHH I'M SORRY I'M SORRY, I KNOW I'M THE WORST AUTHOR EVER but that doesn't matter now bc I've updated :))) But l0ng story short, I got a new phone recently and all my drafts for this book were deleted; I also smoke way too much apparently because I forgot everything I wrote in them. So, this new chapter might feel a bit off, and I'm sorry about that. I'll hopefully be writing more later today as well! I love you guys, happy reading!!💙💜

"Good morning, Mr. Wen!"

"Jun."

I nod, "Just Jun today?"

"I think so."

I stand in the doorway for a moment, watching him stare at the window in front of him. I notice it's wide open, and begin to wonder if it was a good idea for me to have come in today.

"Aren't you going to sit down, Wonwoo?" I nod again and find my usual spot on his bed. My eyes immediately fall to his hands, sitting perfectly in his lap. He didn't put on his cuffs, like he was supposed to when I came over.

"Why don't you tell me a bit about them? I'd like to hear about them."

He sat still for a long moment. I held my breath, in an attempt to stay calm. I reminded myself to stay professional. I had to at least pretend to be brave.

"Who first?"

"Whoever you want, Junhui."

He stands. I dart backward, not even thinking. Junhui rolls his eyes, "I don't care enough to hurt you today."

He reaches over me and plucks the drawing he did of Lee Jihoon from the wall behind me before sitting down next to me on the bed. I slowly sat back up, face red from embarrassment. What happened to pretending to be brave?

"Jihoon was strange. I honestly still question some of the things he said. Most musicians are tortured, like artists, but he had so many walls built up that I wonder if there are still things I don't know about him."

I observe his face as he stares at the sketch of his victim. His eyes scanned over the paper, as if he were reading it. I leaned forward a bit to get a better look. He looked young, no older than 17, but his eyes told that he was much, much older, and has seen pain.

"How did you meet Lee Jihoon, Junhui?"

"Jihoon rode the same subway as me. He would scribble down lyrics and notes as he rode. He almost always had ear buds in, but I later found out he never had anything playing. He was listening to the sounds of the train and people."

He scoots himself fully onto the bed, sitting criss-cross and smiling, "He kissed me on new year's. That was when I did it. We were in his apartment, drinking champagne. He tasted so good."

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I flop onto my messy hotel bed. I supposed the cleaning ladies have given up on me by now. I'm honestly not the most tidy person. Mingyu doesn't even go in my office anymore, back home. It also doesn't help that our cat's litter box is in there and I'm basically smell-blind.

I look over at my my phone and sigh. Mingyu's annoying ringtone (that he picked) blared next to me, but I don't pick up. I really didn't want to talk to anyone for a while, just to sleep for the next fifteen hours, but I know that'll never happen. The most I can hope for would be a good six.

"God, Wonwoo, get more pathetic.."

I bury my face into one of the hotel's huge pillows and curled myself up into a ball. I tried to stop replaying my embarrassing expression of fear earlier in my head, but it was damn near impossible. He knows I'm afraid. He knows I don't trust him. He knows in weak.

Oof, short, I know, I'm sorry