The weird chapter begin...

Coffee shop

Donghae Centric

-unbeta, grammar error, confusing story[?]-

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Heechul hyung sat across me with kind of pity expression on his face, and I absolutely understand the point he want to talk about.

“Don’t hyung.” I said quietly, “Don’t start again.”

“I don’t want to, but your attitudes lately kinda begging me to starts interfere with this matter once again.” He sighed. Fumbled around inside his coat pocket, looking for something, maybe his phone.

“What attitude?”

“Your denial. Your baseless hatred towards Hyukjae. Your mental health.” Heechul snapped, “Accept the truth, Hae. Hyukjae no longer here isn't because he wants to leave, but because the fate decides his place isn't here.”

“At least he supposedly fights harder hyung. I’m sure he’ll fine. He’ll alive. And I hate him because he’s weak.”

“For God sake Donghae-”

“There is no god hyung.” I said coldly and make Heechul hyung taken aback.

Heechul’s eyes widen, “What are you talking about?”

“Ever since Hyukjae die, god no longer exists.”

Heechul hyung sighed again, he’s sighing too much nowadays, “Donghae, you absolutely need professional help. Come with me, we’ll meet my friend, he’s a psychiatry.” He holds my hand but I swat his hand away.

“I’m not crazy, hyung!” I yelled, lucky for us the café was empty. “I still can think rationally. If I’m not rational I already killed myself months ago.”

“I’m not saying you’re crazy, Hae!” Heechul yelled back, I felt my heart waver a bit. Heechul hyung when angry is so scary, “You only need someone for listening your painful story and give advice which I failed to do that.”

I shook my head, “I don’t need psychiatry or anyone else. I only need Hyukjae.” The tears start streaming down my cheek. I hate it. Look Hyukjae. Look what you had done to me. “I’ll pray to Satan if that’s mean Hyukjae will back.”

“Donghae, watched your wish!”

But I no longer listening Heechul hyung as I ran as fast as possible to Hyukjae’s new house. Not noticing the sky getting darker.

I slumped in front of his new house. The lily’s I bought this morning start withering. I reached my hand to cold stone that contain your picture. Hyukjae, my Hyukjae. Why? The gravestone so rough under my touch, unlike your skin. Your new house is so ing cold and lifeless. Why you chose this place over my comfortable apartment, why?

“I want you to back to me, Hyuk. Is it so hard?”

“It’s easy actually.”

I gasped in surprise, as I turned around I saw a man standing few feet away from me. He’s dressed all black with weird hat full with accessories perching on top his head and the turtle neck collar covering his mouth.

“W-Who are you?” I stuttered.

“The answer of your wish.” He walks to my direction and I can see, the grass him stepped start to withering and changed color to charcoal black as if some invisible fire burning them. I’m scared, totally scared.

“Don’t be scared. You hasn’t see my real form though.”

That man squatted, we're in the same eye level and despite I want to run but my body seems already frozen.

“Poor thing.” That man murmured when him caressing my cheek and surprisingly his skin so cold, like ice. “Your soul still pure but I can sense great despair inside it. What can I do for you?”

“Bring Hyukjae's back to me.” I think I already losing my mind as I tell my greatest wish to this strange person.

“The cost is so expensive. Are you sure?”

I nodded. I don’t ing care with money. I can give as much as him want.

He chuckled, “I don’t need money.”

I gulped, “So, what do you want?”

“Your soul.”

-TBC-

A/N: short update..I'm working full time now from 7am until 3 pm, from monday to friday..maybe the update will a bit slower but I'll try to keep updating..