SOFT BUN || markhyuck

35.

In this world, there are two killers.

Those who kill for fun, for pleasure, to calm their inner demons. For them, the screams and cries of their victims are like music. Either listen to it in full or shove something in their throats to shut them up. Gut their organs out or cut a limb each day. Let it end at once or keep it alive for a certain more time. Use a random object as your weapon or keep some special tools for your amusement. Have some mental pleasure or physical.

It's all fun and games.

And the other, they kill. They definitely are a killer, but would you consider them one if they help you get rid of your problems? What if they gut out the person who you had fallen victim of? In your eyes, which one is the killer now?

One was your doom and the other your survival.

Yet the number of killers remains the same. All that rage will affect someone one day, either yourself or another.

I didn't want that to happen. Or let it happen. I figured I won't end up like those scums. But I wondered if killing Kim made me one or not. I didn't want to believe in it. Deep down a part of me knew murder was wrong, yet the world was only finding the benefit of one ruined soul off its surface. And that pushed me forward of getting rid of every other.

The darkness swallowed us whole; it was like deja vu.

Everything reminded me of my visit to the house for the very first time. The car ride to the luxurious living room. It made me wondered how much I had grown considering those luxuries didn't seem as amazing this time.

The closer we got to Katsu's residence, the road kept getting terrible. None of us had talked, Renjun groaned annoyed once in a while because of the bumpy car ride.

I was eager to step into that place again, eager to see what kind of face Katsu will make. I was eager to meet the kid again. I missed him. Even more than it seemed but he was on my mind. I was going to rip anyone apart this time who stepped in my way.

The only reason I was suddenly this confident could most probably be because of the armed support we had.

If all went well, the plan might work out.

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50 years.

I had been alive for almost 50 years and most of my life; I dwelled on putting a roof over these pathetic scums that dared ruin my day. Today, I had to make one pay for others to learn.

Once, just once, I wished to have my lunch peacefully and they dare not make things right. I felt anger boil up inside me.

As I stepped inside the kitchen, all eyes were on me, as they should be. Eyes filled with fear, regret. They knew something was wrong, I never step inside this filthy place filled with sweaty bodies myself. My gaze shifted from one corner to another, stopping on each head for a second.

'Who made it?' questioned the overly salted fish set on the lunch table. Yet no one dared to answer.

'I did it! It was me,' stepped to the front. I eyed her from head to toe, of course. She dropped to her knees, holding feet with hands. 'Please, it wasn't anyone's fault.'

I laughed. How pathetic and dragged her out by the hair. That was the last time she stepped inside that kitchen and the entire house itself.

I'm always afraid to write Katsu's POV. Yet I tried just to somehow possibly give out his character a bit more (even tho I'm afraid it didn't do much).

Also I've been trying to write a specific chapter which did not go well with this so I cut it in half. Hopefully it's all worth the wait I made you guys do.
Those who are still here after all this thank you for giving this book a chance ♥️

Let me know your thoughts so far. About this chapter and more.

Criticise me all you want I'm willing to take it all.