Languor || Zhong Chenle

Like Father Like Son

The school is over. Let me save the story with the crippled old teacher for later.

The autumn had just started. The leaves started to wilt with a shade of wood, giving me a hint of nostaglia.

The weather is chilly as cold as his room.

The trip back to Chenle's house had just begun.

The low engine sounds emit as the road shorten. The scenery outside shifts from the metropolitan to the calm coutryside. The tangerine rays brush over my skin, telling a part of me to get out of my way and rest for awhile.

I havent yet experience too much emotion. Not enough to satisfy the hunger inside me.

Chenle is sitting in the car. Listening to the whirring sound of the vehicle. His eyelids closed, letting his eyelashes make contact with the other half.

The sun gleam on his skin. Ocasionally hitting his restless eyes. His eyes flutter open as he stare outside.

The tame glow of the sunrays shone through the afternoon. He cleched his fists. It had been especially rough for him these days since he switch with Arte more often than ever before.

No one really noticed it. Sometimes just a second of switching is enough to remind Chenle of his past that he accepted yet saddened by.

He just wants to hide in his chamber. Savoring the cold with both his skin and lungs but he has to do his job.

Dealing with an alive corpse.

He doesn't remember when he felt scared of death or murder. He can't feel remorse to those he had been killed before.

!NSFW WARNING!

I arrived at Chenle's house. The weather dampened by the grey clouds, leaving almost no traces of the warmth earlier.

The dim light of the room accentuates the otherworldly atmosphere of the building.

I followed the others to the dark living room. The room that belongs more to the middle age era than in the spotlight of this modern world.

We all sat down. Chenle on the throne like chair, smiling with the side of his lips.

Sebastian opens the door.

Thud

A young man with bleeding lips slammed on to the floor, cuffs on his bruised arm.

"You killed my father!" The man shouted a piercing scream.

Chenle's face frowned.

"Not me," Chenle answered while brushing his nails.

"You liar, you killed him!" The man shouted again.

"Too loud, have fun Renjun."

Renjun walks to the man. With a black leather box.

"Littles?" Renjun asked Chenle while opening the box.

Chenle nods at him.

"What brings you here?"

"I'll kill whoever killed my father!" He roared.

Renjun jabs the man's right leg with a dagger. Blood splased out of him.

"I told you i didn't kill him, one more Renjun."

Renjun grabs another dagger and stabs the other side. The young man's lips are pale.

"Don't tell me you came by yourself expecting to kill anyone here," Jisung said.

"He sure did," Renjun responded.

"How cute," said Jisung.

"We are supposed to have a shooting course by now, mind helping us?"

Chenle's devilish smile appear on his face as he snatch a dagger on to his palm.

"Grab your guns," Chenle said to the others.

The other boys grabbed the nearest cabinet that filled with weapons.

A cold metal brushed on to my fingers. Renjun that walked up to me again, slipped a gun to my palm.

"I won't die before i kill all of you!" The young man screeched.

Blood gurgled out more as he did so.

"An opening from me on this course, left cheekbones!"

Chenle fired his gun.

An eardrum-tearing sound emit from his gun.

Thin smoke came out of his gun. The bulled went right through the young man's left cheekbones. Blood bursts on to the floor.

"Oh, nice."