Despicable! • JUNHAO

PART TWELVE.

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Though it was already cold in this end of the hall, I've never felt such a dreadful coolness once I open the door.

I bring one foot in, blood racing from waiting, from Minghao's revelations.

The moonlight pours through the long windows, and as my eyes adjust all I see is a mound of black in the corner, where my feet bring me.

I grow colder with each step, just as with each my eyes adjust more and more.

Now I realize too, that as I got closer to this room down the hall, that rancid smell grew— it's only now hitting me at full force.

I see it now.

The smell.

His lies.

His secrets.

Why there are Chinese looking for him.

Everything.

I have the answers to Minghao's blindness.

Now I also know

Where Jeonghan has gone.

In front of me, I now recall him singing on the ledge of the sidewalk— his friends gathered round— I can even recall Joshua sitting beside him, playing the guitar.

Now his angelic face looks up to the roof, only his magnificent eyes have been extinguished, skin dull and pale, rusted blood stained from the crease of his hair to his cheek.

He last with an arm on his chest, the other sprawled on the bodies he lay on.

I don't bother count- I could if I desired to— but my eyes assume around six, eight bodies— only one being female.

Only one skeleton has decomposed to the point of unrecognizability, that being at the bottom of the mound, scattered and yet recognizable bones setting the ground for the new members.

I feel the way my eyes begin to bulge from their sockets, and my breath tighten. I can only imagine I look strained, as if I had done much work.

Though now I notice— that smell is no longer rancid, but has grown sweet.

So savory yet sweet, I close my eyes and inhale through my nose, my head slowly lifting.

"Jun.. you're.."
I open my eyes to turn and look at Minghao, who walks closer to me from the other end of the room. He points down to my pants where I follow his finger— and see what he sees.

"Minghao I—"

"You're fucking psycho."

We stare each other down for a moment once he says this, until he walks to me in a hurry, to slam our lips together once more.

I can't pretend anymore.

"I love you," I mumble into the kiss, my hands running crazily in fluid motions on his back as I pull him impossibly closer.

"I fucking love you so much, you drive me mad. I didn't think it was possible to even love someone as much as I love you!"

I grimace for a moment and pull away, "so much that it hurts! I won't ever live without you! I'll die without you."

"Oh Junhui." He finally responds.

"We were made to rot together."

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