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It always repeated itself. An echo first- the shot ringing through the white space around him- followed by a quick, piercing pain, nothing in comparison to this fucking illnesses haunting him. And then an outline, moving, turning around, facing Moon Baek.
Oh, he had looked like his own personal grim reaper that moment. Dressed in black, staring at him wide in shock, the gun raised.
Blood dripped down from his fingers.
He'd never been the religious type. Lost it along the way, with every organ stripped away from him, with every cut marking his skin, with every shot fired and every life taken. So he didn't know if that's how death was supposed to look- beautiful amongst the chaos. With eyes so deep he could get himself lost in, even at a distance.
It would repeat itself each time he tried to wake up. Each time, just a bit different. Of Lee Do holding him in his arms, wiping off the blood, staining his hands with it, that sorry look on his face as if he hadn't chosen the bullet through the chest himself.
Of wrapping his hands around Lee Do’s, pressing the gun against his chest, right there where the heart sat, beating fast in excitement, or was it fear?- pulling the trigger, something flashing across the face of the man he had toyed with the past few weeks. What was it? Disgust, hatred? Moon Baek couldn't tell, the white fog around them began to cover his face, and then the world swallowed them both whole. All that remained was silence.
Silence he was all too familiar with too. Not the comfortable silence, but the one that was threatening and heavy, like a dark omen reminding him of the time he was trapped in hell, which also carried doom and bloodshed,
His mind played these awful tricks with him on purpose, pulling him further into this type of insanity he'd been living with for years.
Not even now could he experience happiness. Whatever even that meant. Or was this what he'd felt back then, when he speeded that car through the streets like the maniac he was, barely able to hold back a laugh when he would take a glance at Lee Do sitting right beside him, tense, staring ahead. Or was this what he felt deep down in his chest, between torn apart organs and scars, when they would just sit next to each other watching people and time pass by like nothing else mattered and he wasn't the executioner they had shaped him into.
Moon Baek couldn't tell what this word truly was supposed to convey, even after looking it up- but he knew what obsession was. Yes. This thing that made him want to keep Lee Do all by himself, even if it meant putting all those bullets in his body.
Watching him there bleed out on the ground, blood coloring the street in the shapes of beautiful angel wings, ripped into pieces. A sight for sore eyes. If he couldn't have him, no one could.
His savior.
And His obsession.
The soothing voice Moon Baek could still recall even after the source was long gone. In the dead of the night, when he was ruling this godforsaken empire high above the city, watching the people down below.
Even now, in this wide white space he could only classify as his own hell, there it was- telling him stories he couldn't make out. Words followed words, some soft, some rough, some closer than others.
Maybe he liked it a little too much. The color of his voice.