G-Dragon: She’s Gone

                “Hyung it’s been three months now; you have to move on,” Seungri said as he helped the older boy walk up to the steps to their apartment. He was drunk again. It seemed like he drank alcohol more often than water these days.

                “Ninety-seven days,” Jiyong slurred as Seungri propped him up against the wall so he could unlock the door.

                “Huh?”

                “It’s been ninety-seven days since she left,” he mumbled, his head lolling to one side.

                “Exactly, so you should move on,” Seungri said, trying not to get too exasperated. He opened the door and dragged Jiyong inside. He laid him down on the couch and put a pot down next to him. He didn’t want to clean up his puke in the morning.

                “Go to sleep, okay?” the younger asked before locking the door and dragging himself up to his room. He was really getting tired of this. Jiyong tried to sit up after he heard Seungri’s door close but ended up falling back down to his original position.

                “Damn it,” he cursed before digging his hand into his pocket. He hoped that kid hadn’t taken his phone this time.

                Luckily, it was still there. He pulled it out and fumbled slightly before dialing her number. Even drunk out of his mind he could still remember your number exactly. One ring; two rings; three rings; four. There, she finally picked up. “Hello?” she asked in a groggy voice.

                Suddenly, he couldn’t think of anything to say.

                “Jiyong-oppa?” she asked after a few moments of silence.  

                “Yeah,” he mumbled, sighing as the sound of her voice made his heart flutter.

                “Why do you keep calling like this?” she asked, her voice suddenly becoming nagging, “It’s two in the morning. Can’t you at least give me one night of sleep? Just one?”

                “How can you be so cold to me?” he demanded in sloppy words.

                “Because we’re broken up! You’re the reason why we ended. Can’t you just move on?” the last question was whispered softly as if she had just gotten shushed by someone.

                 “No, so why can you?” his voice was hoarse.

                 “Because I found someone new.”

                “What?”

                “I have a boyfriend, Jiyong-oppa. You should move on too. Go get a girlfriend. Go date Dara; she’s been in love with you since before the beginning of time. Just please, for your own sake, move on.”

                “How can you be so cruel?” anger boiled up in his stomach, heating up his insides in much the same manner as alcohol.

                “I’m sorry, but you’re too stubborn for me to be nice.”

                “Just give me another chance.”

                “No. I can’t. Goodbye, Oppa,” she said before the call ended. He sighed and redialed her number but she didn’t pick up. Even though he called twenty-three times, she never picked up one.

               “Damn you!” he exclaimed before throwing his phone across the room. It smashed against the wall and fell to the ground with a loud clatter. He’d have to buy another new phone.

                “Hyung, are you okay?”

                “I’m fine,” Jiyong hissed but he definitely wasn’t “fine.” Seungri didn’t want to press the issue so he retreated back into his room and sighed. This was all his fault he shouldn’t have introduced them in the first place. But how was he supposed to know it would turn out this badly?

                You turned around to glance over your shoulder for what felt like the thousandth time that night. You had this strange feeling like someone was following you. No matter how many times Joon told you that you were just being paranoid, you just couldn’t shake this feeling.

                “You should stop worrying, I’m here to protect you,” Joon said, wrapping one of his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. You smiled slightly as you leaned into him and his warmth. You loved it when he wrapped you up in his arms. He made you feel warm and secure, like nothing bad was going to happen. Jiyong could do the first but for some strange reason, you never really felt completely safe around him. There was something in those eyes of his that always had you on guard no matter how long the two of you had dated.

                “Stop thinking about him,” Joon said suddenly.

                 “What are you talking about?”

                “You always sigh when you’re thinking about Jiyong. God, that guy pretty much stalks you, but you need to stop thinking about him. I’m with you, think about me instead,” he winked at you as he walked you up to the door of your townhouse.

                “How about I dream about you instead?” you giggled, giving him the same reply that you always did to the last thing he said.

                “I wouldn’t mind that,” he said before pulling you back slightly so he could kiss your lips.

                “Good night, Oppa,” you whispered before kissing him again.

                “Good night, jagiya,” he said, smiling brightly before turning to walk the three blocks to his apartment complex.

                “Be careful walking around this time of night,” you called after him, “It’s dangerous!”

                 He turned, walking backwards for a moment as he called back, “Then why don’t you let me in?”

                “You have a key!”

                “I need to put on some new clothes! My boss will get suspicious if I keep coming in with the same clothes,” he joked before walking in the correct direction home. You smiled before going inside your home, making sure to lock the door behind you. The feeling still hadn’t left.

                Joon hummed to himself as he walked, wanting to fill the silence up with something. “You’re dating _____ now?” a voice asked. Joon turned to see who was talking, especially since they had just mentioned his girlfriend.

                A man was standing in the shadows of an alley he had just passed. “Yeah and who is asking, huh?” he asked, trying to put on a brave face. Even if he couldn’t see the man that well, he could tell the guy was seriously skinny. He could take him.

                The guy didn’t reply as he stepped out of the shadows. Even though Joon had never met the man in person, he immediately knew who he was. It was obvious from his eyes; they were exactly the same as she had described them. “So you’re Jiyong?” Joon asked, taking a step back.

                Animal eyes; he had animal eyes. When looking into his eyes, it was as if one was looking into the eyes of a big cat or some sort of predator. The immediate reaction of prey was to run, but Joon was ignoring his instincts just as you had when the relationship had just begun.

                “Yeah, I’m Jiyong,” he replied in a dead-pan voice as he looked Joon up and down.

                “What? Seeing what a real man looks like?” Joon tried to sound brave, but his voice cracked.

                “If you’re a real man, I’m fine with being just the way I am,” he replied with a small smirk that sent shivers down Joon’s spine.

                “You may be fine with the way you are but _____ certainly isn’t.” That was a mistake; a big mistake.

                “Oh really?” he asked, his voice as cold and sharp as a knife.

                 “Y-Yeah,” Joon gulped, trying to regain his courage, “she told me so.”

                “She’s confused right now. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.” Just like that, his comment was dismissed, but Jiyong’s eyes had grown even darker.

                “You’re the one who’s confused! Can’t you just leave her alone? She doesn’t love you anymore.”

                Jiyong began circling him; Joon found himself stepping back into the alley in an attempt to escape those eyes. Those hard, unforgiving eyes.  “She what?” Jiyong hissed. “She doesn’t love you anymore. She loves me.”

                “I highly doubt that,” Jiyong said, pushing Joon back into the darkness, “because then she’d have necrophilia.”

                She was sleeping soundly. Her hair cascaded over her pillow, and in the morning she would complain about how tangled it was. “Do you still love him?” Jiyong asked in a whisper as he leaned over her. He reached out to caress her but pulled his hand back sharply. He didn’t want to get her dirty. The blood caked on his fingers would spread to her. He didn’t want that. No, he definitely didn’t want that.

                “I love you,” he whispered before walking out into the kitchen. He paused by the sink and dropped the knife he had used into it. He’d clean it later. He moved the nozzle to the other side and began to wash his hands, watching as the filth so easily came off and swirled down the drain. “Too easy…”

                Once that was done, he dried his hands and opened up the fridge. It was still ordered the way he liked it. It was nice to see some of his habits remained in her space. He pulled out the milk carton and took a swallow before putting it back. He wanted to talk to her, but what if she freaked out?

                He would clean the knife and take it with him. It would be a precaution, just like with that idiot. He had to wash it first; he couldn’t let his ichor mix with her sweetness. Yes, he would call her later and ask to talk. She would show up, she couldn’t refuse a request like that.

                He smiled before walking back over to the sink to wash off the weapon. Unfortunately, his love seemed to have woken up some time during this process. “Joon-oppa?” she called out sleepily as she walked down the hall. He silently cursed before wiping the knife off on one of the towels; at least it was mostly clean. “Oppa?” she called again, a little more frightened this time.

              “Yes?” he answered, causing her to gasp. There was some fumbling before she the lights.

              “Jiyong-oppa?” her fear amused him, “What are you doing here?”

              “I came to see you.” It was a simple answer, but it was also the truth.

               “But how did you get in?” her voice was shaky. He turned to look at her. She was so edible in that nightgown, even if it was a little too long for his tastes. He’s like it better if it stopped right above her knee instead of below it. The white silk against her skin was y; her messy hair only added to the appeal.

                “I have a key.” He couldn’t lie to her.

                “I changed the locks.”

                “Did you?”  She nodded and glanced over at the phone.

                “Get out, Jiyong-oppa. You shouldn’t be here. Don’t make me call the police.”

                “I always loved it when you tried to act brave. Like at the haunted house we went to that one time, do you remember?” He walked towards her, hiding the knife behind his back.

                “I’m not joking! I’ll call the police!” she threatened.

                “I don’t like it when you try to make me jealous though. Dating that guy wasn’t a good idea. Even if he’s nothing compared to me, it still pisses me off. I hate it when other guys touch you. I hate it when men even look at you,” he said, standing right in front of her.

                He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “S-Stop it,” her voice dropped, she squeezed her eyes shut.

                “Look at me.” She kept her eyes closed. He grabbed a fist-full of hair and forced her head to tilt up. “Look at me,” he hissed.

                Her eyes opened. She looked so terrified. He wanted to kiss her. “I love you,” he said, gently. His eyes became softer as his gaze moved from her eyes down to her slightly cracked lips.

               “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same.”

                “What?”

                “I love Joon.”

                “You love a corpse,” he growled. The monster was back.

                Her eyes widened, “What did you do?! Are you insane?!” She struggled and reached for the phone.

               “Insane?” he laughed, “Yes, I’m insane! I’m crazy over you! You made me this way!” She wrenched herself away from his grip, crying out as he ripped hair from her head.

                She struggled towards the phone, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, finally revealing what was behind his back.

                “I still can’t believe you asked me on a date,” Dara said with a small smile as she sipped her coffee.

                “We’re just at a café, don’t make it sound like I’m taking you to a five-star place,” he teased before reaching across the table to gently hold her hand in his.

                “But you were so hung up over-“ his face dropped and she immediately became silent.

                “Let’s not talk about that, okay? Today is about you and me,” he squeezed her hand gently before retracting his own. She nodded and sighed contently.

                “Did you hear?” a girl asked her friend, rather loudly, at the table next to theirs.

                “Hear what?” the other girl asked, curiously.

                “You know _____?”

                “Of course I do, I live two houses down from her. She’s dating Joon right?”

                “Yeah, well it’s about the two of them.”

                “Did they break up?” the other asked, a little too excitedly.

                “No, but they’ve disappeared.”

                “What?” the other girl’s exclamation caused even almost everyone to jump.

                “Shh! It’s just a rumor but I think someone killed them. I mean, why else would they be gone?”

                “Maybe they ran away together?”

               Jiyong looked down at his coffee and frowned. “Are you okay?” Dara asked, looking at him, worriedly.

               “Yeah, it’s just…” he glanced over at the girls and sighed.

               She turned and looked at them too before getting up with a determined look, “I’ll take care of this.”

                “No, Noona, it’s okay.”

                “No, ‘it’s not. You stay here, I’ll make them shut up,” she said before walking over to their table. She began chiding them and their gossipy ways; everyone in the café stopped to watch her. The girls lowered their heads pitifully as Dara wagged her finger at them.

               Jiyong lifted his cup to his lips, hiding the smile that threatened to give him away. “I love you, _____-ah,” he whispered, only making him smile more before taking a sip of the dark liquid.

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[A/N] sorry that this is so dark and creepy but i wanted to practice writing in a darker fashion since i normally write kinda happy and funny ^^;;

feedback appreciated :)