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HONGJOONG
[You think you know me… but you haven’t seen my type of crazy.]
Believe me when I say, I did not want any of this to happen. I wanted to love and be loved as simple as that but some people really need to learn a lesson so they don’t pull stupid shit.
It all started when Wooyoung, my lovely boyfriend, went out to party with his so-called friends. I wasn’t supposed to go with him, since no one in the group brought their partners along, because of some dumb rule they set. I wanted to join, to make sure everything was alright, but I respected Wooyoung’s boundaries and wishes. I trusted him, but then, during the night I had a weird feeling that something wasn’t right. I tried to call Wooyoung numerous times, thinking a short conversation would help me calm down, but he never picked up.
First mistake.
I was never controlling and I let Wooyoung express himself however he wanted, but there were times when I drew a line between good and bad behavior. Not picking up the phone ten times in a row was definitely something that didn’t sit right with me. I decided the best option for me was to check on him myself, in person, to make sure he was okay. Maybe tell him he had responsibilities and those include answering a fucking phone call. It’s not that hard to do so. After I arrived at the bar he was in, it took me just a few minutes to find my boyfriend. Or I should say, my ex-boyfriend . The first thing I noticed was foreign hands buried deep in Wooyoung’s pants, caressing his butt in slow motions. Second mistake .
The second thing was a flash of the stranger’s lips moving against my boyfriend’s and Wooyoung did not stop it. Instead, he grabbed onto the arms holding him and dragged the guy even closer until there was no room between them. It took me a moment to realize what was happening in front of my eyes, but I could only stare. I watched how Wooyoung dragged the guy over to the back of the bar where the shadows covered them from prying eyes. From strangers like me.
Even though they had no idea I was there, they still tried to hide as much as possible so they wouldn't be noticed by others. That was when I realized my intuition was right all along. How could he do that to me? That moment made me think back of all the suspicious things he did while we lived together. He would change his phone's password almost every month, make long calls in the privacy of our extra bedroom. He'd say it was just a friend or family he had to talk to a little bit. I never wanted to invade his privacy like that so I never questioned. I knew very well that Wooyoung was an outgoing, get-to-party type of person and I liked that about him. That's right, past tense. I don't like that anymore .
At first I just watched as things escalated from a heated make-out session to a full-on blow job. That was when I stepped in. The look on Wooyoung's face said it all, the delirious smile he had on earlier disappeared once his eyes were able to focus on me, fear evident in those lovely brown orbs. He knew he fucked up . The guy on the other hand thought he had the right to fight me because I interrupted their little session, but a quick punch to his jaw made him shut up. I admit, I did not look strong from the outside, mainly because of my height, but I was built to fight from the day I was born, that trait just never had the chance to shine before. I knew how to land a nice kick or punch and I never missed the target. All it took was one single punch for the guy to retreat like a scared dog with its tail between his legs. Wooyoung tried to reason with me that it wasn't what it looked like but there was no point for him to fabricate a lie when I saw everything with my own two eyes. I didn't feel a thing besides anger flowing through my veins and clouding my vision to the point I could hardly see Wooyoung pleading in front of me. My whole world collapsed around me, breaking my heart into millions of sharp pieces that dug deep into my flesh and bone creating a wound that could never heal.
I never truly recovered from that night. On the outside, I looked presentable enough to avoid suspicion, but on the inside darkness swirled beneath my skin, consuming every minute of my life. The same darkness that once filled me up to the brim brough new people in my life. I moved to Seoul so I could get away and turn my back on the past that was haunting me. That was until the day I got too wasted in a bar in Hongdae and a handsome stranger helped me throw up all the liquid I consumed through the night. He was nice . I later learned his name was Park Seonghwa, a tattoo artist who worked just down the street near the bar. Not long after that night we became close friends and I still hold him dear to my heart. He helped me through my darkest nights and showed me I can do anything if I want to. Although I tried to be better and move on, I couldn't let go of that horrible night so easily. Something in me said I can never fully heal until I face the one who broke me.
A lot of things had happened to me while living in Seoul with Seonghwa by my side. I spent my first year searching for something that I can pour my heartbreak into which turned out to be painting. My art was brilliant, as people told me multiple times, but no one could see the hidden messages beneath them. Names written with blood red paint, outlines of open wounds filled with words in bold, black lines about love, hate, disgust, all of them covered with colorful motives, just like me. I was full of color, patterns and textures but my insides were as black as the pits of hell, the kind of dark you can never feel safe in. The nightmare that followed me around like a shadow, tainting every good and nice with pain and memories to torture me.
I always loved the color of red. It reminded me of so many things, roses, flushed skin after a heated party, but most importantly it was perfect to paint blood with. The color blended perfectly with all the different shades I used while creating my wicked art. Some would say it was unhealthy to make such art pieces, but I had Seonghwa complimenting every one of them. He was very supportive from the beginning and he even used some of my pieces for his tattoos. We got along well and he was there for me when I needed him the most, which also included some physical activities. I told him I found him attractive but I would never be able to love him the way I loved Wooyoung. The boy was still on my mind every day, not letting me move on and create a new beginning for myself. I was stuck in the past even though I ran away but I could never hide. The dreams followed me everywhere and I was set on the one thing I knew best. Revenge .
It was easy to find Choi San. Oh so easy . Wooyoung thought our relationship was over so he officially got together with the guy. Maybe, deep down he knew I was coming for him, maybe he knew what I was capable of. Maybe . I was certain I could get to him through San and I only needed to take him to me somehow.
“So what’s the plan?” Seonghwa asked as he started to get dressed after our not so quiet night. Even if we never loved each other in a romantic way, we agreed to make up for it by fucking around whenever we could. Seonghwa was beautiful, gorgeous to the point you’d think he’s a real life statue, but he was still a human who had needs and I was there to satisfy him. He just looked perfect when he bounced on my dick in the dim room, moaning my name as he came untouched, his long, wavy hair curled around my fingers while I fucked him through his orgasm. Beautiful . His tattoos glistened with sweat but even that looked perfect on him.
“I need to get Choi San here as soon as possible.”
“By getting here you mean you want him to come to you?” he asked, a hint of worry lacing his words. He was always careful compared to me, I became quite reckless over the years and acted out most of the time. Dying my hair to different colors and getting tattooed by him were the most noticeable things, besides some scars on my body. The one that stood out the most was a straight line going over my right eye, the deep cut never healed fully and only faded over time. I got it from a guy who tried to fuck around with me but I refused. Somehow even my reckless actions couldn’t bring me peace, my mind was still occupied with Wooyoung so much that I became obsessed with him. I wanted to make him pay the same price I had to.
“Not exactly. I mean…’ I pulled up my briefs “I know he doesn’t remember me so I can’t just call him up or something. And he’s with Wooyoung, so that would be too suspicious.”
“Okay then.. what?”
Seonghwa had the habit of looking up at people like a lost puppy, not knowing anything. In reality, he always kept an eye on everything and easily figured out other people, he just wanted to play his joker card.
“I need someone to take him here and that someone will be you, Seonghwa.” I climbed onto him once again. “Why me? Why don’t you just do it yourself?” He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Because you’re charming and you love me enough to do it for me as a favor.” Seonghwa just rolled his eyes, accepting the facts just like every other time. We both knew he’d do anything if I asked him to, that was part of why he was precious to me. It may sound selfish but it was true that I could ask Seonghwa anything. He was a free soul that wandered around the world without a plan or goal and sometimes souls like him needed guidance, an anchor they can use when life gets tough.
“Fine… just so I know. What's your plan with this guy? I mean after he’s with you.”
I didn’t want to overshare too much information because it wasn’t anything holy or simple. I needed to make Wooyoung come to me in exchange for San, so I can end my own misery.
“I only need him to get Wooyoung here, maybe land a punch or two for good measure but nothing too extreme, don’t worry. He’s just the bait in the plan, the perfect man to get my Wooyoung to beg for me.” My plan sounded evil. Even with leaving out most of what I had set up already, it made me look like a villain in Seonghwa’s eyes. I knew the situation could escalate rather quickly so I was ready for all possible outcomes. I had a few knives and even a gun hidden in my apartment if things got out of hand or I needed to scare someone just for the fun of it. “Are you free tomorrow?”
“Joong, you know I am. I’m free for you any time of the day if you need a quick fuck.”
“No, I mean are you free tomorrow to go to Namhae and get San here.”
“Oh…” Seonghwa’s hands stopped on my waist. He seemed unsure but I didn’t blame him. He had to lure in a guy he hardly knew in just a few days so I can go forward with my plan that he didn’t know fully. “I guess? Do I even have a choice?”
“No. But you can choose how you make him come with you. You can do anything you want with him as long as he gets here. I’ll text you his address once you’re in Namhae so you don’t have to spend too much time and I even bought you the tickets for the train.”
Seonghwa pushed me aside so he could sit up and get dressed finally, a slight frown formed on his face. “So you mean, you got it all set up without asking me? What if I said no?”
“I knew you’d say yes so what’s the harm?”
“Hongjoong. You can’t just plan everything without consulting me, even if it’s just a trip for one day! I could easily say no right now!”
“I know you won’t. We both know you’d do a lot of things if I asked you, right?”
Seonghwa stared at me as if I revealed his deepest, darkest secret when in reality it was just an innocent piece of information. He knew very well that I was right and he didn’t really have a choice to begin with. I got him wrapped around my finger from the moment we met, he just didn’t realize it back then.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s my good boy” I patted his hair then urged him out of my apartment after giving him the tickets for the train. “I expect you to not come back empty handed. It doesn’t matter in what state he gets here as long as he’s still alive, I don’t really care.”
“See you later., asshole”
SAN
[There's a look in your eyes, I know just what that means
I can be…I can be your everything]
My relationship with Wooyoung started in a dirty bar, a place that isn’t really suitable for even a hookup, but it worked out somehow. Something in Wooyoung pulled me in, the way he looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes, filled with love, passion and lust. We were practically made for each other and I could feel it from the way he touched me. I remember the way his hand roamed around my body, burning up my skin on the way, his teeth leaving marks on me as if he claimed me to be his forever. Everything was perfect until a guy showed up. He ruined our moment completely and killed the mood eventually with his attitude. Wooyoung told me the guy was his ex boyfriend and he kept calling him and asking if they could get back together so the way Wooyoung reacted made sense. I really wanted to kick him and throw him out of the bar, but he was faster and punched me in the face before I could even say a word. He left shortly after but the uneasy feeling remained through the whole night.
After that, me and Wooyoung got much closer both emotionally and physically through the years and I was happy to call him mine. We were perfect . Sometimes Wooyoung felt distant, too out of touch for me, but he always came back and we were able to go through everything together as if we had a different type of connection that ran deeper than simple attraction.
However, I don’t know what changed over the years, but there was a shift in our relationship, one that neither of us could pin-point. I tried to talk about it with Wooyoung, but he chose not to engage in such conversations as it reminded him of his ex boyfriend. The guy even moved to a different city so it didn’t make sense to me why Wooyoung would be so stuck in his past, one which he couldn’t change. The nights I spent alone didn’t help ease the stress I had been experiencing. Wooyoung… Well, he was always outgoing and extroverted, that’s how we originally met, but I thought he’d grow out of that phase and move forward with me by his side. He knew very well I’d support him in anything he wanted to do, I would do anything for him if he asked me to, but he never did. Instead, he distanced himself when he felt frustrated, went out and left me alone to wait for him. The tension got worse over just a few weeks and it ended up in a fight we didn’t know how to resolve.
Believe me, I never wanted to hurt Wooyoung, but I admit, I said some cruel things in the heat of the moment and it resulted in him ignoring me for days. I knew that deep down we both cared about each other but the wounds were too fresh and too deep. That night I went to a bar hoping I’d ease the tension and anxiety with some drinks, then talk to Wooyoung the day after and solve the issue, however my night didn’t end the way I wanted it to.
I didn’t even reach the bar before a stranger called for my name. It was unusual because we just moved to the neighborhood and I doubted anyone knew me. I turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of the person but in a matter of seconds I was blindfolded and pushed to the ground with the man on top of me. I tried to fight, squirm and twist my body as much as I could but he was quick to tie my arms behind my back.
“ Are you Choi San? ” he asked, while holding something sharp and pointy to my back. I could feel it dig into my skin through my shirt.
“Who’s asking?” The weapon’s pressure got stronger as he pushed it harder but still kept it firm. It was a bold question since I was at the man’s mercy completely but somehow it seemed right to pop a question back instead of answering.
“So this is how you wanna play… ”
For a moment I wondered what that even meant. That was until I felt a sharp pain on my back then something warm dripped down on my side. Blood .
“I AM..I’m Choi San!” I yelled, fear taking over my every sense, paralyzing me to the bone. Something wasn’t right . I never got into any illegal stuff or even trouble with the law yet, that man attacked me but with no intention of killing. If he wanted me dead, he just had to pierce his weapon deeper and he’d easily end my life.
“Good. You’re coming with me. Don’t try to fight it cause it’ll only make it harder for you.” he pulled me up but didn’t remove the blindfold or the binding.
“Where? What’s going on? You’re not the police, are you?” Millions of questions flew around in my mind but they were silenced once the man decided to speak again.
“Listen here because I’ll only tell you this once. You will cooperate and not talk. If you fail to do so, you’ll have the blood of your family on your hands. I know where they live, what they do and everything in between. So behave and no one gets hurt, okay?”
I didn’t trust my voice enough to say it out loud, so I simply nodded as a signal. If he knew about my family that meant it was something serious I got involved in without my knowledge, but the chance of him lying was also there. He grabbed my arm and led me through the streets to somewhere. I tried to pay attention to the turns and steps but I lost count of them around halfway through and it left me even more confused. I didn’t want to risk testing the guy’s patience so I stayed silent the whole time just like told me to, wondering about how I will explain it to Wooyoung later.
Wooyoung .
I realized if I didn’t do anything wrong, it must’ve been Wooyoung who got involved in some illegal business or whatever. Still, after registering that he probably had a connection to the whole thing, I was worried about him. I hoped he was alright and safe but I could never be entirely sure.
Once we arrived at our destination, the guy finally took off the blindfold and led me into a dark room. At first I thought it was a cell or something but I realized just how wrong I was when he turned on the lamp. We were in a hotel room .
It wasn’t too fancy or over the top, but it looked comfortable and cozy overall.
“I did not expect this.” I let out, instantly regretting when the man turned around to face me.
“I told you to shut up, didn’t I? Keep it that way.” he pulled me deeper into the room and tied me up next to the window. He was still considerate enough to put a pillow down so I didn’t have to sit on the plain floor. I watched him getting a suitcase and rummaging through the contents without paying much attention to me. I wasn’t sure about what he wanted to do with me, until he pulled out more ropes and turned to me.
“You’re a pain in the ass and now I’ll make you learn the boundaries you cannot overstep.” he walked up to me slowly. There was something graceful in the way he walked, something that was in such stark contrast to his looks on the outside. The rolled up sleeves of his shirt revealed that both of his arms were fully tattooed and when he leaned closer, I could see he had a couple of piercings in his ears on both sides as well as one beneath his right eyebrow.
“You see, I have a special taste in men, and you just fit so well into what I want. I’ll give you a choice though, either you entertain me tonight or you might not survive the night… How does that sound?” he smirked, burning desire hidden in his dark eyes. Neither of what he said was an option at all, both of them meant that I was easily replaceable.
I finally gathered enough courage to say “What’s your name?” which he answered with a head tilt. If he didn’t smile like a maniac, I would’ve said he looked handsome but it wasn’t the right time for such thoughts.
“So I assume, you let me pick? Good, because now I can have a fun time with you before shit goes down and you’ll be gone.” he smiled and undid the rope around my hands just to wrap another around it in a second and led me towards the bed. My stomach dropped when I realized what was about to happen to me and I instantly tried to get away but he was stronger and pushed me down to the bed with practiced ease.
“See, I hated the idea that I had to get you, but now I kinda like it. How flexible are you?” the guy asked. The question was so out of the blue I didn’t even have a chance to react before he pushed down my jeans and slid in between my legs. My first instinct was to kick him in the balls but he reacted faster, pinning my legs with his own, eventually trapping me between him and the bed.
“Tsk, don’t even try, Choi” he smirked as he pushed up my shirt, revealing my skin in the process. What kind of twisted nightmare I just became a part of? His hands were cold when they touched my torso, yet I still felt my skin burning wherever he touched me. Something told me, he didn’t only want it to be a quick fuck but that was all I could offer. I hated the idea, I hated that I got involved in something like that, but since there was no room for escape, I did what I knew the best. I let my muscles relax beneath the guy, only to see a glimpse of surprise on his face which faded into something darker.
“Oh, so now you’re willing? What changed your mind?”
“We both know what you want and I can give it to you. I know that look you have in your eyes way too well… “ I lifted my hips up just enough so he could feel my crotch brush against his, hoping to get a reaction out of him.
A soft grunt left his lips once the sensation hit but he didn’t seem too affected at first. “And what does it tell you? Let me hear your pretty little thoughts.” his voice became huskier as his tone dropped just a little. It sounded attractive.
“It means you want me on my knees, begging for you. You want control over me… I can give that to you. I can…” my voice failed me once again, but I was determined to push through it.
“What can you do?” he asked.
“I can be…. I can be your everything.”
He patted my cheek for a second before his hand clasped around my throat like a tight necklace. “ Then be my whore for tonight. ”
WOOYOUNG
[You should be scared of me.]
I was angry. Mad at San, mad at the world and mad at myself. I fucked up, time after time and I never seemed to get things right with anyone, so naturally, I thought I was better off alone, without people questioning my every move. I left to do the only thing I was good at, which was partying. I let loose, without a care in the world. I didn’t even think about anyone or anything, just let my body move to the rhythm of the songs I loved with random strangers pressing up against me every once in a while.
It was a fun and freeing night, up until I received a message from the person who I never thought I’d see again.
[KHJ]
[image attached]
Guess who found a small, abandoned puppy on the streets?
Come and get him before it’s too late.
I knew I shouldn’t have answered the text, because it only fueled my anger. It would’ve been foolish to say that the image of San lying in the bed naked and beaten up didn’t affect me but we weren’t exactly on good terms at the moment.
[Me]
What makes you think I care?
[KHJ]
Is that so? If so, I guess it doesn’t matter if I do this, right?
[video attached]
I never thought I’d see something like that. The video showed San on his knees, both of his wrists tied together and a gun was held to his head. His face was tainted with bruises and cuts , blood dripping from his nose as he looked into the camera through his tears.
“Look into the camera and tell him.” Hongjoong”s voice came from the side and the gun that was pointed at San clicked.
“He… he said he will.. kill me. If you.. you don’t come…” he cried. Tears ran down his face as he was trying to keep himself together and I knew he was scared.
“Good boy..” Hongjoong patted San’s hair gently, then the video ended. What was I supposed to do? Not even a few minutes passed when I got another text with an address and another picture of San. A gun’s barrel was nestled between his lips, tears ran down on his beautiful face. Even when he was beaten up, he looked perfect.
[KHJ]
Oh and before I forget. IF you dare to involve the
police or a friend and family, just know that
I’ll be watching your every move.
Piss me off more and it’ll be the last thing
you do in your shitty life.
It was a clear threat but somehow it still sounded made up. It didn’t make any sense to me why San was involved in a situation like this. Realistically, if Hongjoong reached out to me, I would’ve declined his invitation, but it was something way more complicated now that my lover got involved.
[Me]
Do you really expect me to believe that?
I got frustrated over the whole situation, my mind buzzing with questions and options to go with but it all ceased to a harsh stop when I received the next message.
[KHJ]
Want to see what I’m capable of?
It should’ve terrified me to the bone, his line should've scared me enough to run to the local police station but the reality was that it just pissed me off even more. How dare he!
[KHJ]
See, I know you’re angry. I’ll give you a choice though.
Either come like I asked you to
or don’t and bear the consequences.
Something in me said it would be better to just listen to him and do whatever he asked me to, but I couldn’t let a ghost from my past drag me around as he wished. Still, I could see San’s teary eyes in front of me, how he was bound to me in the worst way possible. He didn’t do anything wrong yet he was the one with a gun in his mouth. Minutes passed by slowly as my thumb hovered over the send button on the phone.
[Me]
I’m on my way.
SEONGHWA
“Oh Sannie, Wooyoung doesn’t even care about you. That’s such a Wooyoung thing to do. He uses you, but the moment he gets bored, he dumps you without a second thought.” Hongjoong showed the phone’s screen towards San aggressively, the poor boy couldn’t even focus his eyes before it was taken away again. It seemed like Hongjoong had lost himself a little too much, as if he wanted it to happen like that all along. He was constantly smiling to himself, humming softly whenever he typed away on the device. I stood at the far end of the room because it was already a little too much to handle. San begged for Hongjoong to stop while he beat him up with a metal bar, he cried when Hongjoong stripped him of his clothes. His soft hair was all mushed up and sweaty from the hours he spent with the maniac that my friend turned into.
Back in the hotel room, I didn’t hurt him. I tried to be as responsible as possible while keeping the facade that I was a bad guy too for the sake of the plan. When San offered his body to me, I couldn’t resist the urge to claim him, to play with him until he couldn’t think of anything else but chanting my name like a prayer. He seemed to enjoy everything I did, if his moans and whimpers were anything to go by. All of that special sparkle between us faded once I brought him to Hongjoong’s place and handed him over. At first, he was confused but soon enough he realized what was about to happen and naturally, he tried to get away, however, Hongjoong had a plan for everything. He only had to point his gun at San to make him surrender and not try anything stupid.
I should’ve known that Hongjoong wasn’t completely sane when he sent me off to kidnap San, but I thought he just wanted to use him as bait and wouldn’t harm him. Somehow I still trusted him enough to drag an innocent boy to the rundown place Hongjoong waited in, but it was wrong. San slid down to the floor, on his knees crying to himself softly while Hongjoong only laughed at him. His giggles sounded crazy, more sinister, something I never thought I’d hear. His eyes didn’t look the same either, they held something dark and twisted within, ready to burst at any moment like a ticking bomb. It scared me .
“Joong…” I walked over to Hongjoong so San wouldn’t hear what I was about to say. “This isn’t what we talked about. How long do you want to keep this poor boy here?” Hongjoong let out a small giggle that would sound almost cute in a normal setting but somehow it was just as unnerving as his darkened eyes.
“Oh, you took a liking to him? Aw, poor Seonghwa fell in love with the bait and can’t bear to see him like this?” His mocking tone set my nerves on fire, the way he didn’t even care about what I said made me want to punch him in the face.
“I don’t need to tell you a single shit, dummy. I am in charge here and you will do as I say, so don’t you dare to question me because I’ll not feel guilty if I have to hurt you.” he pulled his gun out from his pocket and showed the barrel right into the middle of my chest, pushing it close enough for me to feel the metal digging into my skin. I knew he wouldn’t kill me, even if he said he would, but still, the gun made me anxious.
“Do you not see how insane is this? Are you out of your mind, Joong?”
“Oh, Seonghwa. I’m right in my element now, I feel free and powerful and you don’t get to tell me what to do, sweetheart.” he turned away and walked over to San instead. At first it looked like he just wanted to say something to the boy, but soon enough he held the gun to his head again. Something definitely wasn’t right about him but I didn’t know how to stop him if things escalated.
San’s loud cries echoed in the warehouse, followed by Hongjoong laugh and screaming. He looked and behaved like a psychopath which I never thought I’d see. Admittedly it was the scariest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“I wonder how long it will take for our sweet Wooyoung to arrive… Do you want him to come?” he teased San in a mocking tone that only made San cry even more. The scene before me was heartbreaking and I couldn’t watch it anymore so I turned around and walked out of the building to clear my head, just in time to see a car pull up to the entrance. It didn’t even fully stop before the door opened and Wooyoung practically flew out of the vehicle. Once he noticed my presence, he stopped for a brief moment before he rushed through the door, where I followed him to. I hoped Hongjoong would stick to his original plan and maybe, maybe release San and not do something extremely stupid.
WOOYOUNG
The second I arrived at the address I ran as fast as I could, hoping I got there before anything happened to San. At the entrance I saw a guy, but I didn’t have time to even guess who he was, I just ran where my feet led me to. Inside the building it was darker than I expected but I could see a faint light at the end of the hallway so I sped up my steps. I didn’t know what to expect when I stepped into the room, but the scene I saw made my blood run cold.
San was kneeling on the floor, blood dripping from his face to the floor, creating a small puddle underneath his knees, all while Hongjoong was holding a gun at his temple. His whole body trembled as he cried.
“Sannie…” his name slipped through my mouth before I could even stop it. He looked up just slightly, but it made Hongjoong turn his head towards me in a second, however, the rest of his body didn’t move an inch.
“Wooyoung? How nice of you to show up… ” his lips pulled into a sickeningly sweet smile. He raised his foot just enough to kick San in the side and make him fall to the floor with a soft thump. He tried to catch himself but his wrists were tied to his waist tightly. “You arrived just in time to see this.”
“What do you-” words caught up in my throat when a gunshot echoed through the room followed by a light giggle from Hongjoong.
SEONGHWA
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that. San’s body jerked on the floor as a bullet flew through his skull, penetrating his temple as blood splattered the floor. Hongjoong stood over his body, clearly amused by his own creation as he laughed like a maniac. Wooyoung moved just a second too late, crashing to the floor next to San, holding his head in his hands, crying, screaming while his body trembled.
I turned around and ran.
As far as my feet could go, I ran with all my might, to get away from the insanity my friend created in the warehouse.
How could he do that to another human being? How could he be so cruel to an innocent boy?
Waves of shock traveled through my body and I stumbled, my legs finally gave in and I collapsed in the dirt with a scream.
How could he?
The scene I’ve witnessed played on repeat in my head like a movie, set in slow motion for me to see everything. Hongjoong sick laugh, the way his lips twitched with a smile that I could only describe as terrifying, the way he didn’t even look like himself anymore.
I’ve seen a lot before. I’ve seen people who liked to beat up others, threaten them, but all those things were nothing compared to what Hongjoong did back there. My lungs burned as I tried to breathe in and out but I couldn’t feel the air filling me.
I felt numb.
WOOYOUNG
“San… Sannie…” my voice cracked and I could hear Hongjoong laugh behind me. I felt him move closer but I couldn’t think of anything else than San’s limp body in my arms.
How could he?
“ See ? This is what you get if you fuck me over.” Hongjoong leaned close, his breath hot against the skin on my neck but I didn’t care. I couldn’t bring myself to tear my gaze away from the body in front of me. San’s eyes glistened with his last tears but there was nothing behind those beautiful, deep brown eyes. His skin got colder as the minutes passed but I only hugged him closer, sobs shaking my body constantly.
Minutes passed, maybe even hours but I kept holding him, wishing, praying that he would come back. That it was just a nightmare and when I opened my eyes, he would be with me, smiling like he used to, showing his dimples. I regretted not talking to him for days, ignoring him because I was too proud. Our last words to each other were about hate, pain and disappointment. I should’ve apologized. I should’ve kissed him, held him tight and told him that everything would be okay. But I didn’t . I was too selfish to open up and be vulnerable in front of anyone.
“As much as I like to see you cry, I don’t have much time for you.” Hongjoong poked his gun into my back as a clear warning. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up with enough force that I stumbled back, right into him. He easily pushed me away and clicked his gun.
“No, sweetheart, you don’t get to talk now.”
***
Would death be painful?
At that moment, I wanted to die, wanted to disappear and never wake up again, to leave everything behind.
I knew there was no way out as Hongjoong tied me up skilfully after he dragged me over to the wall. There was nothing in the world that I loved anymore as all of it was taken away when Hongjoong pulled the trigger. I wanted it to end right there so I used the only thing I could to make it end.
“Don’t you love me? You said I was your everything!” I wanted him to snap.
“Oh, my dear Wooyoung..” Hongjoong chuckled.” Of course you were my everything. I love you for so many things… I love you for everything you took from me and I love you for the way you violated me. I love you for the way you looked at me that night, the way you looked when you lied to my face. I love you so much, but most importantly… I love you for driving me insane.” The wicked smile returned and he pulled on the chains that dug deep into my skin once more.
He pointed his gun at me and slid his finger on the trigger. “I told you, you will always be mine.”
Bang
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