𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍; 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈.

DEVIL?

Song recommendation: Criminal by Taemin.

Jisung had a curse latched onto him, A curse which made them all turn against him, A curse where every single person was bound to hurt him.. Even if it is in the slightest form to the greatest he still would be hurt by everyone surrounding him..

Unknowingly or knowingly there is not a single person who haven't made him wear a new scar, Let it be his close friends who he cherished or his only family member.. Even if they are guilty about their actions and did everything to heal that scar that scar will remain on his body.

On the pale skin of Han Jisung were multiple scars, Long and red strike marks which covered the whole of his body. He was stuck between a crowd of people and as each of them pass by him he would feel another inch of his skin bleeding.

He was born for the world to stand against his existence. Pain being the only thing he is ought to feel.

When he falls down on to the floor, Tired and in pain he looks up and when he does he sees monsters, They would be smiling and laughing and their voices would echo in his ears and his body would tremble as he drags himself backwards, trying to run away from those monsters who calls themselves humans.

He was made to be terrified of these people and maybe to even hate them but yet he forced himself to be normal like others, To act like he didn't had the most gruesome grudge towards these people.. to act like he didn't felt the anxiousness taking over him whenever he is standing at the centre of a crowd.

His true self wants nothing but to kill those beings but he kept on whispering to himself that it wasn't true and that he wasn't that evil, And that he was also one among them.

But to act normal like others you have to be like others.. How can you be like others when the whole word stares at you in the thirst of your blood.

Not even death was an escape, He wasn't even allowed to leave this world, He was forced stuck to live underneath these people.. To bleed every ounce of blood in him and to still put on a mask which made the others believe that he had something as humanity in him..

And that's when he looked up, Looked up to see those silver eyes staring down at him, His cold hand reaching out for him..

What was he? An angel? An angel who is here to finally soothe his pain?

He questioned himself as he took that cold hand in his and that's when he flinches at feeling something sticking to his hand, His eyes lowers to watch the hand he just grabbed covered in blood.

His eyes flickers back up at that silver eyed man and there he noticed something so evil sparkling in his eyes, The coldness of his body making him shiver as he felt the person pull him up on his feet..

He wasn't an angel.. He was a devil.. A devil summoned to protect him.

And it's no surprise.. An angel won't take the hand of someone so evil, A devil can only take the hand of someone so twisted in his head..

To protect the evil needs an evil..

Or

To protect himself from the evil he needs an evil.

Jisung kept his head down as he sat himself infront of the convenience store, He gripped on to the wooden bench he was sitting on, The hoodie which he found in his own bag coming to rescue as it covered his face, The shadow falling over his blood covered features.

His brain was fogged up, Still feeling a bit scared to accept Minho's help.. But now as he have there is no going back, If this is the only way.. let it be..