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WHEN I KISS YOU SO GENTLY
txt; BEOMGYU
— middle school ages
THE SILENCE WAS TOO LOUD. Within the thin walls nothing could be heard but the harsh breathing of a kid. In and out, the rugged breathes escaped the scared child. He was terrified of the dark and being in a pitch black room with nothing but the sound of his labored breathing didn't ease the fear.
Fear. Fear of the unknown. But he couldn't say that he didn't know what was beyond the walls. He most certainly did which is why he was panicking.
Hugging his knees to his chest, the child let out muffled cries. The sobs could be heard by the echoing in the room, however, outside of the room would just be muted of the sound. Nothing would save him. Not a single soul knew where he was. People didn't care. And if they did they most likely were dead.
He knew it was his fault. Everything. Every bad thing that happened was for his own stupidity. He was blinded by Beomgyu's beautiful smile that contained false happiness. (Y/N) was too ignorant to see that Beomgyu's eyes held no emotions when speaking about topics other than their relationship. (Y/N) was just so fucking pathetic to fall for a guy who lived by psychotic behavior.
(Y/N) was the one that helped murder those who were in between their relationship. He believed that love had blossomed in his heart. Convinced that Beomgyu was the love of his life, he went with his word. Like a loyal dog, he accepted each command his boyfriend gave.
So when Beomgyu cried to (Y/N) about him being close to too many guys, they both slit each person's throat so they could never talk again and come between their relationship.
When Beomgyu yelled at him for being like the school sluts, (Y/N) held down each female as Beomgyu stabbed the victims in their sleep—letting them end in the most purest form.
On the exact day the boy whispered that he despised (Y/N)'s parents, (Y/N) drugged them to death. He couldn't execute that death with bare hands, instead opting to put crushed sleeping pills in the food his parents consumed. They had passed without any hassle. (Y/N)'s own parents. Parents that only showed him love.
What followed after was a breakdown. The whole house was trashed by his awfully blooded hands. Scratches littered his arms; nails covered in dry coats of red liquid. Hair was torn from his scalp leaving a trail of dna behind him. He couldn't take the pain anymore. (Y/N) couldn't breathe properly. Each inhale felt like a cut, a stab, a pill was shoved inside his body.
The agony was too much. He had to leave. Runaway to a place that no one could find him. A location where Beomgyu would never know about. (Y/N) wanted him gone. Beomgyu was the one who did this to him. He fucked up an innocent mind.
Slow claps were heard in the dense house. Within the house was a couple dead on the dining room chairs, a killer child weeping his heart out and a sinister boy applauding for a wonderful performance.
"What a great show you put up! Only the best writer could come up with a storyline like this one."
The child didn't look up from their place on the floor. He were tired, so immensely tired and if dealing with Beomgyu meant he had to stay awake, he'd rather sleep.
"No answer? That makes me upset. Why don't you come with me and I'll take all the pressure away."
THE ONCE FAMILY OWNED HOME WAS ABANDONED OF ALL LIFE. Inevitably the authorities found the dead bodies. They discovered who the murderer was but they were never going to find him. No one was. Because the killer was encaged in a sound proof room. And if (Y/N) were to be found, the police would have to unlock the twenty doors that were in front of the prisoner's cell. What's the only way to do that?
—The thumb print of a child. The missing thumb of (Y/N) that was in the possession of a vicious boy.
HE SHOULD HAVE PROCEEDED WITH CAUTION.
His story wasn't one of happiness.
Joy did not exist.
Pain was inevitable.
Sorrow took over his life.
It really was sad.
But then again, (Y/N) brought this upon himself. He decided to let Beomgyu in. (Y/N) was a player in Beomgyu's game and he played him.
Truly (Y/N) is pathetic.
Aren't you?
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