048. blood ; myungsoo/hoy (1/2)

Myungsoo took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He felt like he could run a marathon, climb a mountain - he felt like he could do anything. He had never felt an adrenaline rush like this, he felt so happy, so pleased with himself.

Despite the night being cold he was sweating, but when he tried to wipe his face with his hand he got blood all over.

"Shit." His breath rose like smoke towards the dark night sky. "Shit."

He checked his pockets, feeling the small knife pressing against his leg and he stood up.

And in a second, his rush was gone. "Oh my god."

Everything was dark and he could barely see, but he knew where he was and how to get home. He had to get home.

It was past midnight, the buses didn't go as often and he ended up waiting in the soft light of a street lamp for a while, hidden under his hood. But his jacket was just as messy as the rest of him, the bloodstains couldn't be hidden, and when he got on the bus he heard the lonely woman in the back let out a small scream.

Myungsoo just looked at her with cold eyes.

His stop was close, and he prayed that no one would see him now. He wasn't even sure of what he had done. Whatever it was, it had felt amazing at the time but for all he knew he could have gotten into the worst kind of trouble. Howon was asleep when Myungsoo looked into their bedroom. With a sigh of relief Myungsoo pulled his clothes of and stuffed them in a bag, throwing them away. The blood on those wasn't his, he knew it, and he wanted them off him.

He stepped into the shower and saw the floor turning pink from the blood streaming off his arms and face.

Myungsoo didn't know that Howon had woken up and thought of joining him in the shower - but saw the blood and felt the terrible smell of it.

"What the fuck have you done...?"

Myungsoo flinched at the sound of Howon's voice, and all he wanted to do was drop dead on the floor.

He didn't turn around. "I don't know."