Psychopath || minsung

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"You're cheating on me, aren't you?" Jisung screamed in anger.

"Jisung, I would never do such a thing!" Minho retorted back.

"Then why did I see you kissing Hyunjin?" Jisung said. He was full on bawling by then. He had come back from work, only to see his best friend and boyfriend making out on the couch.

Minho was stumped. He didn't know how to reply. Yes, he had kissed Hyunjin, but only because the taller wanted to figure out his sexuality once and for all. He was trying to help the younger. He didn't realise that Jisung had come home early and saw everything. The youngest of the three was heartbroken, and he immediately kicked Hyunjin out of the house, not forgetting to punch him multiple times during the process. 

Minho was frozen when he saw his gentle, chill boyfriend being this angry. It was only when he turned around with fire in his eyes that Minho came back to his senses. He tried explaining to the younger, wanting to calm him down. Nothing worked though, because according to Jisung, a kiss was a kiss. Minho had cheated on him.

He grabbed Minho by the collar and dragged him inside their shared bedroom. Jisung slammed the door shut before slapping him across the face. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME? I HATE YOU!" Minho was frozen in shock. He didn't know what to do. Jisung looked so..scary. He was unrecognisable. The younger then pinned the older to the bed, whispering, "You're mine, get it? No one else can have you?" Jisung forcefully kissed Minho on the lips, not letting him go. The older tried desperately to escape the younger's grasp, but to no avail. He was too strong.

The kiss did not contain any form of love at all. Just...lust. Jisung licked Minho's collarbone slowly, touching him all over. They had done this so many times before but this time,

he knew something was up.'

After giving Minho multiple hickeys, Jisung fjnally pulled away with a smirk on his face. There was a weird glint in his eyes as he stared down at the beautiful boy beneath him. "No one else can have you," was the sentence that came out of his mouth before he took out a knife from his back pocket.

The knife reflected the moonlight onto Minho's face, making him look almost ethereal. The older's face would always look beautiful...even in his most terrified state.

Minho's breath hitched in his throat as he stared up at the younger above him. His pretty hazel eyes that would always sparkle in excitement, his chubby cheeks that would store food whenever he ate, his baby skin that Minho loved to touch, his soft brown hair that he loved to run his fingers through....

They were gone now.

Jisung's eyes were glowing, in an eerie way. The knife that he clutched in his  hands, facing downwards towards him. A sinister grin was plastered on his face. He looked like he had lost his mind. 

A crazy glint in his eyes, he brought the knife down and stabbed Minho's wrist. The older cried out in pain and tried to stop the blood flow, but Jisung wouldn't let him. Instead, he held up the other's foot and slowly slid the knife across it. Minho was in so much pain, he was trying to breathe. What was Jisung doing? He knew the other was not in his right mind. The Jisung he knew was always smiley, having fun with him. Not hurting him. He would never hurt him, right? He couldn't even touch a fly without being scared of killing it.

What was wrong with him?

"You're mine, only mine," he whispered against Minho's ears, before raising the knife above his head and bringing it down, full force. Blood exploded out of the older's chest as he struggled for breath. An insane smirk formed on Jisung's face as he saw the life slipping away from his hyung's eyes. "Forever," he murmured sadistically.

Minho's vision was going blurry and he mustered up enough strength to say an "I still love you, Sungie," before closing his eyes.

Forever.

Jisung laughed his head off as he stared at the still body in front of him. He was dead. He twirled the bloody knife around his fingers, enjoying the sight of the crimson red liquid that was trickling down the knife onto his hands. Minho's blood. The love of his life. He slowly lifted his knife to stab himself, to go to Minho, when policemen broke jnto the room.

"Police! Put down your weapons!"

Jisung didn't listen. He held a bloody knife in his right hand, screaming, "What are you gonna do about this, huh?" 

He pointed it at the police, swinging it around and around. They didn't know what to do. The other boy was cackling in happiness, screaming in glee, "You all are cowards! Come and fight me, idiots!"

As he tried to bring it down towards his chest again, all he heard was the loud sound of a gunshot.

His legs exploded with pain. He tried to stay upright, but then he fell.

Hitting his head on the edge of the bedside table.

Darkness enveloped him.

The End~