mine | yuwin

「 拉面 」

translation:
ramen

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trigger warning for this chapter!
if you are not comfortable with murder scenes then please skip.

doyoung and sicheng walked side by side in an awkward silence. doyoung fiddled with the strings of his hoodie as sicheng stared blankly ahead. "s-sicheng? are we almost at your house? i'm getting kinda hungry."

sicheng didn't even spare doyoung a glance. he simply nodded and continued to stare blankly ahead. doyoung nodded and decided to stay silent until they got to the chinese male's home.

a minute or two later, sicheng abruptly stopped causing doyoung to crash into sicheng's shoulder. "we arrived. you can sit at the kitchen stool as i prepare your ramen." doyoung nodded and followed sicheng inside.

"it's not much but it's my home. come on, follow me to the kitchen." sicheng carelessly threw his bag onto the couch and doyoung followed his motions. "so what's so good about this ramen, yuta won't ever shut up about it." doyoung sighed as he slid into the kitchen stool.

sicheng shrugged, "i make it with my love? i don't know it's just ramen." sicheng started making his 'special' ramen and doyoung sat there fiddling with his fingers.

sicheng looked busy in the kitchen and doyoung didn't want to disturb, so he started to look around the living room from his spot. it was a normal home, some picture frames hung on the wall, normal furniture. couch with red punch stains? doyoung squinted his eyes to see better but couldn't really see from his spot. he stood up and was about to make his way towards the couch but was stopped by sicheng's voice.

"so, you and yuta. how long have you known each other?" sicheng said with his back turned to doyoung still working on the ramen. "since middle school. he was new since he came from japan and i was the first person to talk to him," doyoung neared the couch while staring at sicheng's back, "taeil and i were his first friends. it's funny how he never mentioned me to you before. you never seen me with him either, which is funny too."

doyoung was practically at the couch already and sicheng knew this very well. "i find that weird too. yuta never mentioned a doyoung to me." doyoung ran his finger across the stains and realized that it wasn't red punch. it was blood.

"maybe. maybe yuta never really cared for a doyoung." doyoung looked up in horror and sicheng was already staring at him. "you said, that you and taeil were his first friends in korea. strange." doyoung stood up and dryly laughed.

"y-yeah, weird. uh, sicheng i-i should be going. i got to do some homework." doyoung reached for his bookbag but was quickly stopped by sicheng clearing his throat. "you didn't try the ramen."

doyoung let out a fake laugh and put his bookbag on. "i'll try it next time i come over. i-i'm not hungry anymore. thanks for having me over." sicheng silently stared at doyoung, not a word was spoken. doyoung awkwardly laughed and scratched his nape. "s-sicheng?"

sicheng turned around and poured some ramen into a bowl. "have the ramen first. i made it just for you." doyoung felt too scared to decline. so he quickly walked over to the stool he was previously sitting at and grabbed his chopsticks. "it l-looks good. thank you sicheng."

sicheng simply nodded and sat next to doyoung. "eat up. i made it special just for you." sicheng encouraged doyoung and wouldn't stop staring at him until he ate some. "it's really good. thank you."

sicheng nodded and motioned him to finish the whole thing.

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doyoung picked up the plate to finish the remainder of the ramen, "thank you sicheng. i'm extremely full. i-i should be heading home." doyoung went to stand but quickly fell to the ground. "f-fuck. sicheng what the fuck did you put in this ramen? it's got me messed up."

sicheng stared at doyoung as he tried to bring himself up with the help of the kitchen stool. just when he was about to get himself up, sicheng pushed him back to the floor. doyoung clenched his throat as it started to burn. "f-fuck sicheng. what the fuck are you doing?"

sicheng laughed as doyoung struggled to move. doyoung could only stare at sicheng with fear in his eyes. "doyoung, you're so stupid! thinking that yuta cared about you! he only cares about me! not you, not taeil, not taeyong or mark! me, just me!"

doyoung could only respond with choked out syllables. sicheng laughed and kicked doyoung hard in the stomach. "me! it's only been me!" sicheng continued to kick at doyoung until he saw him stop moving.

sicheng halted and got close to feel doyoung's pulse. but before he could put his hand to his neck, doyoung swiftly and harshly dug one of his chopsticks into sicheng's side. sicheng screamed in pain and lost balance and fell on his bottom.

doyoung panicked and tried to crawl away with the remainder of his force but it wasn't enough to get him far. sicheng quickly took the chopstick out of his side and grabbed onto doyoung's feet.

pulling him back, sicheng straddled doyoung and pinned his arms under his knees. doyoung squirmed and tried to release himself but didn't have enough power to shake off sicheng. "you bitch! you hurt me!"

sicheng struck doyoung with the back of his hand. doyoung's breathing slowed down. sicheng brought his hands to his neck and pressed down. doyoung's eyes began to lose color and soon the lights of his eyes began to fade. and soon enough, doyoung has stopped breathing entirely.

sicheng released a breath he didn't know he was holding and quickly crawled off doyoung. "that bitch."

sicheng stood up and clenched his side. doyoung had gone deep with that chopstick. doyoung was strong. good thing that sicheng had some tetrodotoxin left. sicheng has thought that just by putting that in the ramen he would have died, but sicheng didn't know doyoung was that strong.

sicheng sat on the floor, staring at doyoung's body.

hopefully he wouldn't have to kill anyone else.

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with the right amount of force, you can pretty much stab someone with  anything. thus, chopstick stab.

lmao i listened to love talk by wayv on repeat for like 16 hours. wayv kings.

written 200413
published 200414