tw: murdering
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getting revenge was one of the best things in life, and you're practically wrong if you disagree with that.

woozi glares at ji-ae laughing with his other friends as if he hadnt broken his first friend's heart. the noirette felt so betrayed and hurt by the action that ji-ae had done. in other people's eyes, ji-ae might be the hero who had exposed hoshi and prevented them from getting killed, but in woozi's it was fucking betrayal.

how could ji-ae do something like this? does he even cares about why woozi looks so tired these days? well, maybe that's reasonable. they might think that woozi's been tired from all the exposure of his crush lately.

but it was a totally opposite story.

woozi waited patiently for the final few minutes of last lecture to end before his plan can start. the professor kept going on and on about her love life, getting way off the actual topic.

he didnt mind it anyway, since he hated listening and learning.

the last few minutes felt like he was waiting forever, with the class's clock slowly ticking its way to 4pm.

though, the professor finally wrapped up a minute early, dismissing the students with her hands sign. "you're free to go." she says and walks out of the room with books in her hands.

firstly, woozi has to wait for ji-ae to exit the room before he can finally get started. thankfully, ji-ae had read his mind and left the room along with one of his friends.

wonwoo gets up, and winces at the cramp in his leg. "ow! damn, ive been sitting here for 4 hours and 30 minutes! thats a long time." he informs while watching woozi pack up in a rush.

"hey, you're coming over to my house tonight, right? my mom invited you to have dinner together." wonwoo reminded the younger with a confused yet happy smile on his face.

woozi glares at him and exits the row with his laptop on hand, and bag strapped in his shoulder. "no, sorry. ive got thing to be done at home." he reacted, making his way out of class without listening to what wonwoo has to say to him.

the man was seen hurriedly walking through the hallways with a moody expression on his face.

to not be suspicious, woozi must act as if he is going home as usual. he finally step foot out of the building after a few more steps, and went to the side of the building where there were barely any students there.

he figured that he should wait, and watch closely if ji-ae was leaving the building or not.

after a few careful observations since a few days ago, woozi found out that ji-ae would usually go home fifteen minutes after dismissal time to wait for his sister to be done in the library. then, his sister, jiyoon, would drop him off at the nearest bus stop to their neighbourhood so that she can go to her night shift while ji-ae could go home peacefully.

well, woozi decided that someone wasnt going to return home peacefully. actually, he doubts if that 'someone' was going to return home anyway.

while waiting for 4:15pm, woozi thought that he should watch the skies shining bright-fully in the evening.

the sun, in its slow descent towards the horizon, cast a warm golden glow over the campus buildings and trees, bathing everything in a soft, ethereal light.

the sky above was a mesmerizing canvas of pastel hues, with streaks of pink, orange, and purple blending together seamlessly like an artist's masterpiece.

woozi watched in awe as fluffy white clouds drifted lazily across the sky, their shapes constantly morphing and changing with the whims of the wind.

he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty and tranquility of the scene before him, feeling a sense of peace wash over him as he took in the natural splendor surrounding him.

the gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, creating a soothing soundtrack to accompany his thoughts.

lost in contemplation, woozi felt a deep connection to the world around him.

he felt as though he were a small part of something much larger and more profound, a mere speck in the grand tapestry of existence. the worries and stresses of his current situation seemed to melt away as he focused on the simple beauty of nature, finding solace in the stillness of the moment.

just then, woozi hears a familiar laugh fading in. it was ji-ae, and he was with his sister.

"sorry kiddo, but i cant drop you off today. my boss urgently needs me. maybe you can walk there? i'll promise to get you wingstop for dinner if you do." jiyoon apologises, hands in her pocket while the breeze blows her hair back.

ji-ae slightly pouts, feeling sad that he couldnt be with his sister tonight.

i dont think ive ever seen such an utterly disgusting expression on someone's face before. thought woozi, scrunching his nose.

jiyoon rolls her eyes and starts walking to the gates. "dont be such a child, im sure you'll be fine." she teases before suddenly sprinting away. "oh my gosh, fine! you better get my wingstop!" ji-ae shouts, and god. that voice was such damage to the ears.

woozi lets ji-ae walks a few more meters before following him from behind.

it was kind of a nice walk, with the birds chirping in the evening and the breeze still blowing. not to mention the sudden great weather after days of rain and coldness.

but one thing was clear; woozi hated walking.

and you might be saying, "oh but woozi! dont you walk to school everyday?" no. no he doesnt.

woozi walks to and from school only when he feels like it. and that was a 10% chance. if he doesnt walk, then he gets rides from wonwoo or take the bus.

so clearly, this was torture for him. but what can he do? if he takes a bus and stops at that bus stop, then his plan will fail since ji-ae and him would be close to their destination, and woozi's sure no one wants to see blood laying around in their neighbourhood.

after walking for around five minutes, he felt absolutely tired. but he was determined to make hoshi proud. and so, he kept walking as if it was nothing.

but it was no hope as woozi completely lost it when ji-ae started jogging.

what? why so sudden?

nevertheless, he followed along anyway. anything for hoshi, am i right?

woozi's legs were already sore by now, his feet continuously moving aggressively every step he takes.

at last, he saw his chance.

the perfect, narrow and dark alleyway where there were only rats and rodents inside. woozi walked a little faster to catch up to the older. curse his short legs, oh my god.

finally, he saw the chance and grabbed it.

heart beating rapidly, he made sure that no one was around and pulled ji-ae roughly into the alleyway.

[ ADMIRING FROM AFAR ]

ji-ae loved his life. its like he could ask for anything he wants. like for example, he finally got hoshi to back off from woozi. to add onto that, he's also getting praised for saving people's lives! could it get any better?

also, his body was getting way more fitter lately. was it because of the unending gym sessions? actually, who cares? it was all just to impress woozi anyways.

just then, he remembered that he had forgotten to do his daily jog before lectures starts in the morning. so, why not do it now?

and so, ji-ae increased his pace and started jogging for his life, as if it was ending soon.

he had enjoyed so much in his first few weeks of college, making more new friends and getting to learn more things.

ji-ae continues jogging, until he feels pain strike in his scalp, and getting pulled into a dark alleyway.

"hey! what the fuck are-" ji-ae screams, getting cut off by the mysterious man. the man walks over to him before setting his bag down. the silhouette looked roughly familiar, but ji-ae doubts it would be any of his friends.

then, the man flips ji-ae on his stomach, tying his hands with a rope that came out of nowhere. what's going on right now?

the man didnt answer him, just proceeding with his actions. "fucking answer me!" ji-ae screeched before the man tightens the know and pulls his head back by his hair.

"apologise." that very familiar voice made ji-ae realise the person threatening him.

"w-woozi?! what are you doing to me! let me go!" ji-ae yells, completely undefended.

"tsk." woozi interjects, pulling rougher on the older's hair. "why should i let you go when youve made hoshi suffer for days?" he questions.

hoshi? is this real? was woozi defending hoshi?

ji-ae pants, "w-what? why should i? hoshi's a murderer! he deserved it all! he hurt you! he killed all your loved ones!" he protests, voice getting rougher at each word he spat out.

then, ji-ae felt a cold metal pointed to his head. he couldnt believe it. woozi was pointing a fucking gun to his head.

the older nervously chuckles, "are you crazy?! you're pointing a gun to my head?! when you should be doing it to hoshi?!" ji-ae bickered, trying badly to escape.

"why do you even like him?! hes a murderer and im not!"

woozi sighs shakily, "no. dont even fucking say that. you dont know me like hoshi does. hoshi has been there since i was 5, ji-ae. five years old. and you? youre just a snobby asshole who came up to me 3 weeks ago. and if youre not going to apologise for your actions upon the love of my life, then it better for you to just die." woozi grieved with tears alreayd spilling from his eyes.

ji-ae felt devastated. was woozi really betraying him right now? was woozi really choosing a murderer over a hero? (a/n: ofc he would why would he choose u, u dumbfuck)

"woozi, please think properly! think of the consequences if you kill me! you might be framed as the murderer, and-"

woozi tsked again, "you talk too much." he interfered, finally pulling the trigger after holding back for so long.

there, ji-ae's skull fractures was everywhere, with blood stained on the walls and floor. his eyes wide open, and clothes stained crimson red.

woozi finally let out a breath he didnt even know he was holding. he had a hard time to breathe, being shocked at what he just did.

is this what hoshi did for him?

is this really what murder feels like?

why does it feels so good?

woozi's face had a small splash of ji-ae's blood on his right cheek, along with his hands and a small part of his clothes.

the noirette then dragged ji-ae's body, watching as the blood follows along on the ground. it felt so good yet so uneasy to be doing it.

without wasting any time, he went over to his bag and took out his extra black hoodie, and a black face mask. woozi puts them on and went to the wall, throwing the gun and stepping on it to remove any evidence. he then grabbed his bag and made his way out was planning to leave immediately after taking action.

oh, and the body? woozi left it there.

he knows its not the smartest choice, but he has other businesses to do.

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