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The sound of the knife piercing the skin filled my ears. Drops of blood splashed on my face. The man under me was becoming weak, I could feel his hands that were clinging to my forearms slowly losing their strength. The loss of blood and the shock of being stabbed without mercy were causing him to lose consciousness quickly.
After a few seconds his hands fell to the ground and his chest stopped moving. I removed the knife from his body after I was sure that he had finally taken his last breath for good. I put the knife aside and got up from the ground while letting out a tired sigh. As my eyes fell on the unconscious body, I couldn’t help but frown.
My plan hadn't gone the way I wanted it to, and that frustrated me. Not many people were able to get away from me once I caught them, but this guy did, forcing me to kill him in a dirty and messy way. Quite the opposite of my style.
The floor of the abandoned warehouse was painted with the man's blood. The blood was still spreading rapidly so I had to act fast and find my tools to complete the last part of the job. Before cleaning up I moved the body into the van, wrapping it up with garbage bags and duct tape.
The sweat ran down my forehead, but I didn't stop, I wanted to finish the job as soon as possible. The unexpected escape attempt took up more time than I intended to spend, and I will make sure to charge my client for it when I inform them that their assignment was completed and that it came with interest.
As usual, I checked the entire place several times before I left, just to make sure I hadn't left any evidence anywhere. I knew there wasn't, I had done this too many times already, but it was always better to be cautious.
I put all the materials in the trunk and then climbed in the car where the body was. I drove for a while until I reached a desolate spot that I have previously selected. I grabbed a few gallons of gas that I had inside the car and proceeded to pour them over the van before throwing a lighter at it.
I didn't stay to watch the show. I got into my car that I had hidden a little further from the scene and continued my way home. The classical music from the radio accompanied me alongside the dark night sky. I liked driving at dawn, this was one of the few or only things I liked about my job.
I parked my car in the parking lot of the shitty apartment building and climbed the stairs full of graffiti and garbage that led me to the place I call home. If that's what you could call the place I only use to sleep and change my clothes. The apartment was so depressing that I would rather wander the streets than listen to my neighbors’ screams or inhale the smoke from their cigarettes and drugs.
Weathered paint was peeling off the walls and lights flickered in the hallway. At least I didn't hear screaming this time, my neighbors must have been too stoned to fight each other.
Before opening the door to my apartment, I pushed the empty beer bottles that the stupid neighbor had left in front of my door and pushed them towards his. One of my wishes was that he would step on one and end up with a broken glass buried in his fucking foot. That way he will learn to leave his crap in his goddamn door.
I put the key in my door and opened it, the darkness of the cold apartment greeting me. I took a step forward, closing the door behind me. But instead of entering the place, my body remained static at the entrance.
Something wasn't right.
It was a feeling… a sixth sense that told me something was out of place.
I had seen people break into other people's apartments before, it wasn't uncommon in a neighborhood like this, but it had never happened to me until now.
I touched the knife I always kept in my pocket and walked with short steps into the dark room, reaching into my pants to open the knife in my right hand.
And my instincts, as always, did not fail me.
As I entered the place with silent steps, my eyes managed to see the shape of a person’s body lying on the couch. It seemed to be waiting for me… ready to catch me off guard and attack me.
Too bad that they didn’t know who they were messing with first.
I didn't even give them a chance to react. I walked over and jumped on top of them, putting all my weight on their legs to immobilize them and using my hand to pin their arms above their head. Just as I was about to move the knife towards their throat, I heard a familiar voice that froze my movements and made the hairs on my arms stand up.
"J-jooheon, what are you doing?" The boy under me questioned in fright while trying to get away from my strong grip.
My boyfriend's voice made me let go of his hands instantly and walk away from the couch as if I had touched fire, hiding the knife back in my pants with trembling hands. My heart was pounding at his unexpected visit. I didn't usually bring him into the apartment for obvious reasons. This was not a safe place for him, and I knew it better than anyone. The fact that he was here just as I was coming back from work scared the hell out of me. I was glad that it was dark and Changkyun couldn't see my face clearly.
"Changkyun, love, what are you doing here?" I said, trying to make my voice sound calm. I put a hand on my chest, feeling my heart beating fast. “You gave me a scare there, baby. I thought you were a thief or something…” I let out a small nervous laugh. I turned on the light of the lamp that was next to the couch, my eyes finally seeing the figure of my baby sitting on the worn sofa in his cute purple pajamas with his hair tousled. He must have fallen asleep waiting for me. Poor thing. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
"I'm fine," he replied. His eyes blinked softly, trying to get use to the light in the room. “You scared me too. I didn't know you were so… so aggressive, hyung.” He said while rubbing his wrists with a small pout.
I mentally scolded myself for my brutality and gently grabbed his hands, placing small kisses on the faint red mark that was beginning to appear on his wrists.
“Sorry, baby,” I apologized with a regretful grimace. “It's just that I didn't expect to find you here so late.”
"Are you upset that I came to your house without telling you first?" he asked with his head down, doing the sad puppy eyes that make my heartbeat even faster. I shook my head.
“No, love. It's just that you surprised me, that's all.” I stroked his hair with a calm smile, showing him that I wasn't angry. “When I told you before that I was working a late shift at the bar you didn’t mention anything about coming here, that’s why it took me by surprise.” I took off the leather jacket that I was wearing and left it on the side of the couch, an excuse to avoid Changkyun's gaze. I hated lying to his face. I had quit my job at the bar months ago, but that wasn’t something Changkyun needed to know.
My boyfriend remained silent, which made me frown. “Something happened?”
Changkyun lowered his gaze and sighed, shaking his head.
"Hey," I inched closer to him and tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at me. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”
Changkyun slowly nodded. I could see how his eyes filled with unshed tears.
"My parents were fighting again and…and I didn't want to stay home," he murmured, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater to avoid looking at me. “I-I just wanted to stop hearing the screams and the o-only… the only place I could think of was yours,” he confessed. “I would have gone to Minhyuk hyung's house, but he wasn't there.” He whispered the last thing, looking at me again. Minhyuk was the closest thing to a brother that Kyunnie had, I was grateful that he could take care of him when I wasn't there to do so.
I nodded calmly and waited a few seconds before asking: “Did your father drink again?”
Changkyun didn't answer, nor was it necessary, the sad look on his face said it all.
I had already lost count of the times that my boyfriend's father had fallen into his addiction. The poor bastard never lasted more than two weeks sober, and when he relapsed it always ended in arguments and sometimes blows. The old man knew better than to touch Changkyun, the only time he dared to do so ended up with his face so unrecognizable that Changkyun and his mother had to take him to the emergency room. The bastard never said who did it and I didn't bother saying so. The scars on my knuckles were proof enough of what had happened.
My boyfriend told me through silent tears what had happened. His father coming back from the bar and looking for any excuse to fight with Changkyun and his mother. The same story he had told me many times before.
Changkyun couldn't take it anymore when he heard his father start throwing insults at him because of his sexuality. His mother always defended him, but the old man never came to his senses. He continued to deny that his son was not what he dreamed of. In his mind I was the one to blame for it, the one who corrupted his innocent son, leading him to the dark side.
"I hate him, hyung... I hate him so much," my baby whispered in a broken voice.
I let out a sigh and sat down next to him. I put my arm around his shoulders and gently pulled him closer to my chest. Changkyun nestled his head on my shoulder, hugging my chest with his arms.
I felt frustration and anger running through my veins at seeing the person I love the most in the world like this. And what hurt me the most was that it wasn't going to be the last time it would happen. As long as he lived in the same roof as that drunken bastard this shit would keep happening over and over again.
"I'm so sorry, baby," I whispered against his hair. “You don't know what I would give to get you out of that fucking house and make you happy like you deserve.” Changkyun pressed against me in response, making me feel the warmth of his body through the clothes.
“You make me happy; you always do,” he murmured. “When I'm with you, everything bad goes away. You are the only thing in my life that has never let me down. My parents may keep doing it, but not you, Jooheon,” Changkyun lifted his head, his brown eyes boring into mine. My boyfriend's soft hand moved to my cheek, his fingers brushing my skin. “You are the only pure and good thing in my life,” he said with a dimpled smile that lit up his eyes.
Changkyun's words made my heart ache, but not in a good way.
My love didn't know the truth about me... but that's what I decided the moment I took the job that involved killing people with my own hands. He wouldn't understand that I was doing all of this for him, to get him out of that fucking house and away from here. A place where we can both start from scratch without anyone knowing anything about us and I can finally put this fucking job behind me for good.
I just needed to do a couple more jobs and I'll have the money to get us both out of here. Changkyun deserved better than this shitty apartment, he deserved to be treated like a goddamn king and I would take care of that, even if my hands and soul got stained in the process.
"Hyung... Jooheon, are you okay?” Changkyun shook my shoulders, a worried look on his face.
I had been staring at nothing, lost in thought. I blinked several times and forced a smile.
"I'm fine, little one. Don't worry,” I assured him and gently tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear.
"What were you thinking?" He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes to scan my face, trying to see what was hidden inside my head. I think he would run away from me if he saw what was going on in my mind.
"I was thinking about how much I love you, baby," I replied as I cupped his face in my hands and brought my lips closer to his, leaving a soft kiss that hushed any questions he had about my weird behavior.
I was scared that one day he might see the real monster hidden behind the perfect man he thinks I am. That he would realize that the hands that touch him with so much love are also used to commit some of the most unforgivable sins that exist. That the eyes I use to look at him with the purest adoration are also used to see the last seconds of life of each of my victims.
What will happen to me when that day comes? I don’t know.
But I know that I will do my everything in my power so that Changkyun will never know.
I know he'd leave me without a second thought if he ever finds out what I do. Changkyun is a boy of principles and morals. He can't stand injustice of any kind. One of his dreams is to study law to be able to give justice to people who suffer. In his spare time, he volunteers for people and children in need, and he somehow manages to maintain excellent grades at his school while doing so.
I know, my love is too good for me, I admit it. But I can't walk away from him even if I wanted to. Changkyun is the light in my darkness, the thing that makes my life worth living, and I will never let him go.
Without pulling away from his lips, I pulled Changkyun onto my lap, kissing his lips like it was the only thing keeping me alive. I wanted to forget everything; my shitty job, who I was and what could happen in the future. I just wanted to focus on Changkyun.
My hands moved across his body, taking off his clothes without wasting a second. My baby's perfect body was my addiction. I loved to touch him, kiss him, and sink into him whenever I could. His moans were the most beautiful symphony to my ears, even more so when I know that it was me who caused the pleasure that made his eyes roll to the back of his head. Everything about him drove me crazy.
Changkyun was close, I knew it from the way he was digging his nails into my back, holding on as if his life depended on it. I pushed my hips harder, feeling myself coming closer with each thrust. Changkyun gave a high-pitched moan, demanding that I go faster. I obeyed his request, moving mercilessly inside him. Seconds later I could feel and hear Changkyun reach his climax. It was an image I would never get tired of seeing.
Minutes later my orgasm made me fall on top of his body. Changkyun groaned when he felt me come inside him, the poor baby was too overstimulated. I kissed his lips as an apology and stroked his legs as I finished.
We were both panting and sweating on the couch. The steps to the bedroom seemed too long, so in a silent agreement we decided to spend the night on the couch. Changkyun rested his body on top of mine, while I placed a blanket over both of us.
Changkyun looked beautiful like this. Lying on my chest with his hair stuck to his forehead and his little eyes barely open from the exhausting activity. Moments like that made me doubt that my baby was real and not a fantasy created by my mind. He was just too perfect to be real.
I kissed his hair and wished him goodnight before closing my eyes and bracing myself for the nightmares that would surely wake me up in a few hours. But with Changkyun by my side, nothing else matters. Only he could get me out of the prison that was my mind, which tortured me every night with the screams of my victims.
My little one’s love cured me of all evil, including the guilt that sometimes ate away at me when I questioned myself about my actions. But as long as Changkyun doesn't know anything about my double life, I'll still be the perfect man for him, and that's all that matters.
What he doesn't know, won't hurt him, right?