twisted
yongguk//himchan
creapy, angst(?)
drabble; 285
unbetaed.

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it was weird, what Yongguk liked and disliked.

Yongguk likes the smell of rotten food and decomposing corpse. he also liked to smoke, drink, and walk around in his house.

Yongguk hates the smell of cinnimon, s, and how soft a woman's flesh felt; silkly and smooth.

Yongguk likes to take walks down to a local coffee shop, taking every nook and cranny. short cuts, he would say.

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the man at the counter looked at his watch and nodded as he began to grab the right ingredients for a new creation.

the bell of the cafe rang and the man behind the counter doesn't bother to look up.

"it'll be ready in a second"

there is a click. the man raises and eyebrow and looks up. he gasps slightly, dropping the coffee cup all over his feet.

the man looks down at his feet and hisses at the scorching heat.

the man felt a hard poke on his head.

"hey, my face is up here."

the man gulps and looks up, raising his hands up in defeat.

"W-what are y-you doing? Y-Yongguk"

Yongguk retreats the gun torward his chest and examines the object in his hands.

"Can you tell me what this is, Himchannie?"

Himchan blinks.

"What are you doing with a gun?"

Yongguk's eyes widen and his mouth in the shape 'O'

"Ohhhhh, so this was a gun? Oppies."

Himchan blinks again.

"What did you do Yongguk?"

Yongguk giggles.

"It was an accident, but I hid the body, like a good boy."

It was Himchan's eyes that widened.

Himchan had finaly noticed the blood smeared on Yongguk's wife beater.

Himchan only saw it when Yongguk flapped his jacket like a little child.

"So, where's my coffee?"

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o_____O i dunno... it just happened