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⋆ day 3 ⋆

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With eyes bleak and empty, Yeosang stared out the windows of Seonghwa's old apartment. It was late at night, and the only light was from the city outside. His fingers stroked over the cold metal on the table in front of him, and his eyes followed around the silhouette in the dark.

He spun it around, picked it up and raised it slowly in his hand.

'It's time.'

"Almost."

Yeosang waited until the sun was up, making sure to take in every small detail of the sunrise over the city - every color, every soft stroke of light spreading across the tall buildings. The sun streamed through the windows, and it felt so warm and wonderful against his face. He smiled to himself; the sun reminded him of the gentle way Hongjoong smiled - just like the scent of summer rain would always be the one thing that took Yeosang's mind straight to the loving thoughts of the bright eyed older.

It was a beautiful memory, but the moment was ruining when the darkness kept stirring up inside of him. Impatiently. It was day three, the three days he had given Jongho to think things over, and for San to make the right decision. Only thing was, that it was only the latter that actually mattered.

The metal barrel reflected the light in such a pretty way, and Yeosang stroked his fingers down the grip before he spun it around again, looked closely at it from every angle.

The gun he had found in Seonghwa's home office.

'What are you waiting for?'

"The perfect moment." Yeosang whispered. He pushed his hair back, as he turned around and walked away from the windows. "I have everything planned out, don't you worry."

As the sun followed him through the apartment, the darkness made one last hiss before it disappeared - both around him and inside of him.

"It will all be over very soon." A smirk spread across his face when he stood in front of the large mirror in the hallway. He slipped the gun into the pocket of his coat, and took one last look at himself before walking out the door.

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Yeosang tapped his fingertips against his thigh, and with a quick glance he looked at his watch. For hours he had been sitting in his car at the side of the road, waiting for the outcome of the plan he had set into motion.

He had watched from the distance, when San pulled up in front of Hongjoong's building - it was four hours ago. No sign of San nor Hongjoong yet, but Yeosang waited patiently. The door opened and closed several times throughout the day, but it had only been the crackhead who lived on the second floor, the old crazy lady from fifth who screamed angrily every night, or other useless people who were not only a waste of his attention, but a waste to the very world.

Suddenly, the door opened once again, and a sharp inhalation shot through Yeosang's throat. He watched as San came walking out, dragging an old suitcase behind him and with a duffle bag over each of his shoulders. San got the luggage into the car waiting by the side of the road, and only a short moment after Hongjoong came out of the building.

The sight of him broke off a little piece of Yeosang's heart, and it fell down so deep - into a black hole where only pain existed.

Hongjoong let the bags in his hands drop to the ground, as he waited for San to make room in the car. The wind twirled his hair around, and he glanced up towards the sky, slowly turning halfway around to look up at the building he had called home for so long. Yeosang felt a lump in his throat, and an uneasiness unfolding inside of him at the sight.

He knew Hongjoong didn't own many things, and it was confirmed by the few bags he had packed up. The many hours San had spent in the small apartment had not been used solely on packing, that was for sure - and the look on Hongjoong's face revealed that the sudden move wasn't what he wanted most. It had definitely taken quite the persuasion.

The sun was starting to set, slowly turning everything orange.

And the Devil arrived right on time.

'What are you waiting for? They'll get away.'

Yeosang stroked his fingers down the window of the car, along the silhouette of the one he loved, in the last moment before he disappeared into the black, packed up car. With a sigh, Yeosang let his hand fall down towards the car seat, but it slipped right into the pocket of his jacket to warp around the gun hidden away in the dark.

"No, they are exactly where I need them to be."

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Yeosang followed San's car out of the city, keeping his distance on the road. When San turned to the right in the last intersection before the highway, Yeosang turned to the left. A quick u-turn and he headed back towards the city.

'You have no idea what you are doing, do you?'

"You're too impatient," he mumbled, but he felt his fingers twitch around the steering wheel the darker the sky turned outside.

A smirk met his eyes in the rearview mirror, as he drove back towards Seonghwa's apartment, but despite the smile he had pain storming through every bone in his body. He parked the car in the private parking lot, and stumbling through the marbled lobby he ignored the confused and wondering stare from the doorman, and rushed into the elevator.

'You moron! You let them get away!'

With every breath, every little blink of his eyes, he felt the grip of the Devil's cold hands tighten around him. Yeosang pinched his eyes closed and bent over forward while the elevator moved towards the top of the building. One single moment of weakness, and he could ruin everything. He had to stay strong.

He was so close...

He slammed the door behind him, yanked his phone out of one pocket, the gun out the other, and with shaking hands he unlocked the phone to make a call.

"Hello," he said calmly when the call was answered, but his hand was pressed against his chest as his breathing began to feel like fire in his lungs. "My name is Kang Yeosang. I would like to turn myself in for the murder of owner of Choi Industries. Yes, Seonghwa... Oh, I can assure you, sir, he is very much dead. Yes. I stabbed him to death, and then I burned his body in his cottage house out on the West Coast."

'What are you doing?'

The voice in his head was roaring, thundering and angry - almost drowning out the police officer at the other end of the line. 

"I am sending you an email with every information you'll need. And no worries, sir, I'm not going to run anywhere. I'll be right here in his apartment."

As he threw the phone aside, the darkness was screaming inside of him, spreading the guilt and doubt he had fought to hold back for long enough to make the call. He dragged himself towards the window, and fell to his knees while the last sign of the sun disappeared beyond the horizon.

Somewhere out there Hongjoong was driving off with San. It was nowhere near the fairytale ending that Yeosang had wished for, but knew he would never have. Still, he smiled as his eyes met his own reflection in the window. All he ever wanted was for Hongjoong to be happy, to show that pretty smile that looked like hope - and to live his life, as a beautiful dance through the summer rain.

Dark eyes met his, pulled him away from the soft moment his mind had created, and cold hands laid around his neck - squeezed it hard while the growling voice breathed into his ear.

'You said you were going to kill them both?'

"I am." Yeosang whispered, smirking as he raised the gun towards his head. "See you in hell, my love."

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Dear Hongjoong.

When you read this I am no longer here with you.

But, if you read this, it also means that you chose a life on your own. Without me, without San - that San for once did the right thing, and gave you your freedom. And that he gave you this letter. For that I am grateful, to the both of you.

Hongjoong, you were made for more than what someone like San or I could ever give you. You are different than us, you deserve a life full of light, and that would never be possible if the darkness stayed near you.

You might hate me for what I've done, and for not even being strong enough to say goodbye myself. I thought I was stronger, I wish I had been. But I wasn't. Escaping the darkness would be impossible, when it already had rooted itself in me, and I couldn't take the risk to say goodbye on my own.

I took lives that weren't mine to take, and I didn't even feel any remorse. But I want you to know this one thing; I was the one who chose to end Wooyoung's life, just like I did with Seonghwa. You saw it with your own eyes, you saw what insanity had driven me to become.

I feared that no matter how much I loved you, I would end up hurting you someday as well.  And I could never let that happen.

Always smile, Joongie.

And don't waste any more tears on me.

- Yeosang

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Author's note: aaaaand, scene! We've reached the end you guys! ❤️ Omg thank you so much to everyone who stuck with me throughout this adventure! I love you all so very much, and I'm so grateful for your support for whatever nonsense I write here 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️