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Jongwoo’s gaze flickered down to the man’s bloody lifeless body, still bleeding out from his head. He had beaten his head with a brick he saw lying around. He had enjoyed the feeling while it was being done, but right now? Not so much. Reckless. That was what he was.
His shaking stance worsened his and his now ragged breath echoed throughout the dark, shady alleyway. Taking out his phone, the blood on his hands stained the screen in red, pressing the last caller ID he had dialed. It didn't take long for the sound of a tongue clicking to come from the speaker of the phone.
“ Jagiya.” The whisper from the phone ran a shiver down his spine and wrung him dry but calmed him in a way.
“ I need you right now, Moonjo. Please.” his voice came out uneven and rough and scared.
“ Of course dearest,” Jongwoo swore he could hear the smile in his velvet voice, “ Tell me where you are jagi.”
“ I-I…” was all he could get out, he could start to hear the sounds of other people, cars even despite the time of night. What would he say if got caught with blood on his hands? What would happen to him? Would he go to jail? What would Moonjo think of him?
“ Breathe jagi.” The voice shushed him, it was almost like he could hear his thoughts, “ Nothing will happen, I won’t let anything happen to you. Try again alright?”
Jongwoo exhaled and nodded, as if Moonjo could see, “ I’m in an alleyway behind ‘bar 1242’.”
“Good Jagiya. I'm coming, just stay hidden.”
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Jongwoo tapped his feet on the car floor, impatiently. It has been 30 minutes. Where the hell was Moonjo.
Moonjo ushered him in the car 30 minutes prior, parking the car ten buildings down from the bar and telling him to stay put while he “takes care of things.”
He took out his phone, blood still smudged on the screen, contemplating if he should call Moonjo, or if he should go out and look for him, … Or stay in the car like Moonjo said.
“ Missing me already love? ” Jongwoo was startled and looked up from his phone to see the older man peeking through the car window. “ I thought… I- Just get in the car. Let's go home.”
“ How did you do it Jagi? Tell all about your accomplishment.” Moonjo says inching closer to Jongwoo on their shared queen-size bed.
‘Accomplishment. ’
He’ll never understand Moonjo’s sick and twisted mind. It's not like he's different from when they were living at Eden, Moonjo is just.. different, weird. But so was Jongwoo as Moonjo would say. ‘ We’re the same Jagi.’ whatever that means.
“ Brick.” Jongwoo muttered, “ I thought you would've saw.”
“I did. But I didn't ask what you used.” Moonjo cooed, “ How did you kill him?” He said, reaching out to draw circles down Jongwoo’s arm with his oh-so-pale finger, “Why did you do it? Or maybe it didn’t warrant a reason? Hm?”
“ I don’t just impulsively kill without reason, I’m not like you.” Jongwoo murmured, eyes twitching when he saw Moonjo’s lip curve into a grin.
“ He kept asking me to take him home because he offered to pay for my drink. He was a fucking pervert he deserved to die. I bash his head in.”
Jongwoo said after a couple heartbeats, “ I don’t wanna talk about that right now. I just wanna sleep.”
“ Of course, anything you want dearest.”