𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙)

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Track 9. AGUST D: The Last

Jeonilysm. "BTS Suga (AGUST D) - The Last 마지막 [Lyrics|Han|Rom|Eng]". Online Video Clip. Youtube. Youtube, Agu 16th, 2016. Web. 14th July. 2020.

Licensed to YouTube byBig Hit Entertainment Co. Ltd.; UMPG Publishing, and 2 Music Rights Societies

A/N: I swear this is the last of the angst (oop no pun intended) If you're feeling too uncomfortable for this book then you can read house of h8ters (my other ateez fanfic) for laughs or plain weirdness :)

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"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Hongjoong can you hear me? Are you okay?"

I never heard this kind of voice here. It wasn't a centipede's scream. Instead a wind of gentleness prancing through my ears as vibrations of sympathy swept behind. Here is the place where only insults were spat.

"Y-Yes..."

The crawling had halted. Slowly each and every centipede vanished as a the melodies of spring left my bare skin exposed to the thin sheets of fabric. Fibers of cloth could only assist so much to conquer the injected venom swimming in my veins.

"Hongjoong, why are you like this?"

It swallows itself into my blood, ink darker than any starless night tattooed itself onto my skin. All hope is lost as my caged heart pumps polluted blood; spreading the virus to every limb imaginable.

Poison threatens to coil my neck, squeezing my chords until I can only let out a croak,

"I-I don't know...I didn't do anything..."

"That's right. You didn't, it was Wooyoung who hit Du Ho not you."

"You made Wooyoung hit Du Ho. Ultimately you are the one responsible."

"Yeah b-but," my chest chocked itself so hard it was as if the venom had warped them into a ball and was eating it away, "I-I didn't do it...I'm such a monster because I made him do it..."

For a long time there was a downpour  from my cloudy pupils. Regret and remorse was the venom's second name for which they worked their poison by thawing  holes through my chest. Meanwhile, my thoughts swam under a pool of misery, soon drowning under it's impeccable pressure.

"Why are you crying?"

"You did great. Good job."

Blinking though tears I asked why though a series of muffled sobs.

It sighed a soft scoff, slowly rumbling into mild chuckles,

"You made someone else do it instead. You used authority, power. That's the qualities of a leader."

A leader. They called me a leader, someone with power. I took it as a compliment and let those words soothe my heartache, causing it to beat again. Soon, a tiny flicker sparked alongside my heartbeats. 

"I'm...a leader?"

"Fuck yeah. You may have cheated, sputtered lies, stole, but one thing you did was that you won."

"Why? Think about it. We were all born different which means not everyone's born with the best traits. Some bastards had a silver spoon in their mouths since the womb, success was automatically given to them for the only purpose of being God's beloved.