mine | yuwin

「 首先 」

trigger warning for this chapter!
if you are not comfortable with death please do not read.

translation:
first, first of all

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yuta isn't stupid. yuta notices sicheng's constant mood swings. one second he is as happy as can be, the next he is giving everyone death glares. he wonders if sicheng is going thought any hardships. he wouldn't want his boyfriend going through any challenges alone. so he decided to confront him about it.

"chengie, why do you do that?" sicheng looked tilted his head and gave sicheng a questioning look. "why do i do what?"

"why does your mood change from time to time? it worries me. are you alright?" yuta held sicheng's hands in his and rubbed them while staring into his eyes that tried to read whatever sicheng was feeling.

"oh," sicheng stared down at the floor and smiled, "i get assigned a lot of assignments lately. i'm stressed and confused. i'm alright though, no need to worry."

sicheng smiled reassuringly which caused yuta to smile back. "alright, whatever you say love." yuta then cupped sicheng's cheeks and pecked his lips.

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sicheng was staring again.

sicheng hated mark. no, scratch that. sicheng despised mark. he hated mark so much that he realized that he had to take matters into his own hands.

not only was mark a show off, but he was also in the soccer team with yuta. he was one of the youngest members which is why he was always showed with love, especially from yuta. yuta always thought of mark as a younger brother. someone who would listen to his boring rants even if it was 4 in the morning, even though sicheng would listen to him for 72 hours straight if he had to.

"yuta hyung! you did so great today! i wan't to be just like you!" yuta smiled at mark and brought him into a hug. yuta giggled with mark and didn't notice the death glares being sent their way by a certain chinese male.

while trying to keep his cool and not snap mark's neck that instant, he was also plotting how he could eliminate mark from the picture. he could do it in school, but that would be too risky. he thought for a few more seconds and then thought of the greatest idea. he smiled sinisterly and skipped all the way to yuta's side.

"yuta hyung! you were amazing!" sicheng pecked his cheek then looked over at mark. "oh mark, i wanted to ask you something." mark's ears perked up and nodded his head so sicheng could continue.

"since you are really close to yuta i wanted to get to know you too. i was wondering if you could come to my house?" then he looked over at yuta and looked at him with puppy eyes, "if that is alright with you, yuta hyung?"

yuta internally squealed and nodded aggressively, "of course! i would love to see my team mates and my boyfriend getting along!" he showed off his million dollar smile.

after talking for another 30 minutes, yuta checked the time. with a shocked expression he jumped up and gathered his stuff. "i should get going, my mom told me to be home by dinner." he pecked sicheng's lips and have mark a pat on the head. "see you guys soon!"

sicheng and mark waved at yuta and then the japanese boy ran off into the mere distance. sicheng the looked at mark and smiled, "shall we go?"

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mark felt awkward. sicheng was asking mark random questions. random as in literally everything about yuta. how long have you known yuta? what do you two talk about? does he say anything about me? have you guys ever cuddled?

mark was uncomfortable too. sicheng would just stare at him from time to time with this sinister look in his eyes. mark just wanted to go home but whenever he brought it up sicheng would say no and bring up an excuse.

as they were laying on the floor making small comments from time to time, sicheng spoke up, "mark can i try on your cleats? yuta never lets me try on his." mark could hear the pout in his voice. "sure they're in my bag. i'm still a little tired from the game so i'm gonna stay here for a second."

sicheng waited till mark closed his eyes to get up and retrieve the cleats from his bag. giggling softly he slid on the cleats, which surprisingly fit him, and stood up. he walked up to mark and stopped when he was nearly touching mark's face with his feet.

sicheng's heart was pounding. was he really about to murder yuta's best friend? was he about to risk his freedom to end mark's life?

sicheng was about to step back from mark's face when a vision appeared in his mind. mark and yuta were playing soccer in a flowery field. they smiled passing the ball to one another and yuta spun mark around when he made a goal. mark giggled and held yuta tightly. the vision was so realistic it caused sicheng to snap. his eyes opened widely and his heart clenched. he had to do this.

without second thought sicheng put his foot over mark's stomach and stomped on it. mark eyes opened immediately and started to cough aggressively. he was about to sit up and question why sicheng did what he did but sicheng was quicker.

he straddled mark and pushed him harshly to the floor, which caused the younger to groan as his back collided against the floor. "sicheng hyung! what are you doing? you are hurting me!" mark's eyes held panic and tried to wiggle his way out of sicheng's grasp.

sicheng laughed loudly, "you tried to take yuta hyung from me! yuta hyung is sicheng's! not mark's! not anyone's!" mark was frightened. "sicheng! yuta is my friend! i don't like him like that!"

sicheng wouldn't listen. nothing that came out of mark's mouth mattered anymore. sicheng smiled and pressed his hands onto mark's neck. mark started to let out wheezes and stated to say random things that weren't understandable anymore.

sicheng pressed down harder to get the job done with faster because his hands started to ache. mark's face changed from red to purple then to blue, sicheng thought it was a lovely pattern.

mark held panic in his eyes as his last breaths escaped his lungs and soon stopped struggling and breathing all together. he fell limp on the ground with sicheng still straddling him.

sicheng took his hands off mark's throat and placed his finger on mark's neck again. he smiled. no heartbeat.

sicheng brought mark into his basement and threw his body on an old mattress. he would think on where to put the body later. it's not like his parents would come home.

sicheng skipped up the steps and locked the basement door behind him.

one down. a few more to go.

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i am sorry you guys. but i got to get the story going.

wrote 041619
published 041719