And despite it being such a foreign concept in Changbin's life, stuffing dead bodies into suitcases, it feels oh so very familiar, like it's happened a million times before, like he and the blue-haired boy were born for it, destined for it, to embark upon it, hand in hand. And maybe they were, because the sky seems to open up in a welcoming of an oasis, rain falling freely, showering the two boys, liberating them. Slowly the sheen of red runs pure, the blood lost to a gift of amnesty. Aiding the two boys in their charade of innocence, evidence disappearing in a glance.
And maybe Changbin's a fool, a fool for thinking his life would be easy, a fool for thinking his life would be meaningless, a fool for thinking he would remain nameless.
For Changbin is indeed a fool.
A fool for the blue-haired boy.
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Or
Changbin tries to help a certain blue-haired boy get away with murder.
Warnings:
Graphic depictions of violence, blood and gore, drinking, smoking, sexual content, explicit language, drug use, other warnings will be added as the story progresses
Main Relationship:
Seo Changbin/Han Jisung
Minor/Background Relationships:
Bang Chan/Lee Felix
Word Count So Far: 19,583
Started: 23/10/19
Cross-posted on Archive Of Our Own under the username RunawayStray.
Rain was dripping from his soaked brown hair and his eyes darted through the night, landing on Jisung's face. Time seemed to stand still and the rain was falling in slow motion as he kept staring at the boy he once loved more than anything in this whole world. His chest was aching every time he inhaled, making his lungs hurt as if someone pushed his head under water. "Isn't that what your family wanted?" He turned to Jisung's parents. "Seeing my family dead, isn't that what you bastards wanted?", he yelled and pointed at them with the golf club in his hands.
He didn't see Jisung come closer, but he felt Jisung's arms around him, and he felt the hard ground push the air out of his lungs as soon as they both hit the cold, wet concrete. A harsh sting rushed through his shoulder and he let out a pain inflicted groan, forcing him to let go of the golf club in his hand. "I'm sorry", he heard Jisung mumble above him and felt Jisung's palm on his chest, pressing his upper body to the ground. The rain was coming down on his face mercilessly, blurring his vision once again. "I'm really sorry", he heard him say continuously. Sirens were coming closer and Minho closed his eyes, letting tears roll down his wet cheeks.
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pictures edited by me.
the story isn't connected to my "just pretend" minsung one-shot :)
possible triggers: violence, alcohol, manipulation, cursing, mention of blood and injuries, light choking and bondage, there's gonna be smut, death, mention of mental health (might add more as i'm writing this, just know there will be heavy topics, please only read this story if you feel comfortable and safe enough to do so. and don't forget, this story and its characters are all imaginary)