NXT 2 U [Minsung AU]

-3- 0325

~POV Minho~

I had hate.

A deep hatred that flowed through my veins like a thick and corrosive venom. It liquefied me from the inside and twisted my brain, leaving a bitter taste on my lips. I had murderous desires, and not the least.

I wanted to kill that old bastard, to pierce him like a sieve and throw him off the balcony. Yes, it wasn't very elegant. But when it came to him, elegance was the least of my worries. Just having to bear his dirty face all day long made me nervous. Knowing that, on top of that, he was doing everything he could to make things worse and make my life miserable, it would explode sooner or later.

Today, all had exploded tardily, but the impact had been terrible. As a result, when I realized my gaze had lingered a little too long on the kitchen knives, I had finally left the apartment. I had gone to get some fresh air because frankly, one more second with him and I would lose my mind for good.

Certainly, the desire to cross him off the living list still occupied a corner of my mind, but my anger had stabilized somewhat since a few moments. Perhaps because of that strange new neighbor who had come to talk to me without I know why.

Apartment N°0325, right in front of mine. Poor guy...

I wasn't sure I understood the whys and wherefores of his intentions, but I was now at his house. I assumed he wanted to keep me out of the rain, loneliness or he was just hyper social. One thing was sure, he didn't seem to like that asshole I was living with and he suddenly invited me to his house because we're neighbors after all, according to him. Hn. I didn't know what to think about it and it wasn't really interested me. The most important thing was I didn't feel pity in his voice, otherwise I wouldn't have followed him. People's pity made me want to throw up. I hated it more than anything else in the world.

I also didn't believe in friendliness or solidarity between neighbors. I wasn't especially comfortable with him. In fact, I didn't feel much of anything. I hadn't felt much for a long time to be honest. If I had told him my name, it was mostly out of politeness. If I had followed him, it was to have something to do. To occupy my mind. To avoid ending the evening at the police station as much as possible, simply.

Would I have been able to kill that damn fool? I kept asking myself that question. It was circling in my mind like an ominous bird when, once I arrived at the new neighbor's house, I was able to put a face to that coat and voice that had suddenly invaded my bubble.

Jisung.

A kind of... small human squirrel, I think.

He must have been sixteen or seventeen years old. He was smaller than me. Hair between light brown and blond. Baby skin, slightly tanned, a luminous complexion and a face that people would probably describe as "cute" with his chubby cheeks, small mouth and big sparkling black eyes. He had a fundamentally innocent look, probably too much to be true.