ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ✚  CY & JI
“/That bad/ you ask?” Chanyeol said on a mocking tone, rather amused by the question since Jongin could not remember even a spark of what he had done. It was a damn massacre. He ruined that female. It would have been pure luck or a wild guess if anyone could recognize her. Her face was ruined, her body ... well, almost disassembled. Chanyeol couldn’t understand how his friend did not enjoy those things. Having the pleasure of ruining people like that was art. Chanyeol looked up to his friend’s work, even if Jongin was disgusted and scared by his own doings. Chanyeol still stayed by Jongin’s side because he knew the struggle of putting up with others who deemed them “insane”. Their voices were real. Their subconscious was talking to them and they were blessed with it, at least that was what Chanyeol thought, in his distorted reality.
“It is absolutely horrible, Jongin, but I have to say I am impressed, as usually. A great piece of art, if you ask me. /They/ would never understand. You cannot either, but it is fine.” He said with a light smile as he patted the other’s head, his fingers threading through the damp silver strands, humming lowly at the feeling of wetness filling the spaces between his digits. /They/ were the sane ones who thought a crime was something bad. What was so bad about being a criminal anyway? Chanyeol only shrugged subtly as he didn’t want to think about such things, but in the end it all mattered if he had lived his live like he wanted to and not like how others dictated him. His voices were there only to help him.
Chanyeol’s eyes were now focused completely on Jongin’s, staring deeply in the depth of darkness, shaking his head slowly in response to the other’s string of questions. “Of course not, Jongin. I won’t ever leave you alone.” He said honestly, Chanyeol knowing he wasn’t lying and that he would never lie to the other about it. Jongin was special in his own way of being and he often screamed for protection. For some reasons, Chanyeol was there to help him and he wasn’t bothered by it. Sure, there were times when he felt the urge to hurt Jongin as well, but protecting him was more important. “You can sleep at my place, if you want, Jongin. I do not mind your presence and no one will bother you at night.” He added, still looking in his eyes, fingers brushing through the silver abundance, a smile subtly tugging at his lips.
Stepping backwards, Chanyeol looked around and tilted his head from side to side, a few bones cracking in the process. “I will go clean it all up. You just rest. I will come back when I am done.” He said and walked inside the bathroom, grabbing a bucket,  filling it with water. He looked through the cabinets while the water was filling the recipient and grabbed a towel, which would be soaked in blood soon. After adding some random cleaning solution he came acroos, Chanyeol made his way out of the bathroom and of the bedroom, ignoring Jongin’s presence for now, closing the door. Looking at the tainted hallway, he found himself shaking his head slowly. “Let’s get this done fast.” He spoke to himself on a calm and quite tone, beginning to clean the blood off the walls, rubbing the towel against the massive whiteness, rewarding it with its almost initial state. The psychopath was soon accompanied by a low hum in the back of his mind as he continued to do his work, each wall receiving the same attention as the hallway. He would have to do something with the carpets which were a big problems, but probably burning them would be the best. Taking them somewhere in the wild and just setting them on fire so no proof would be left. Of course, that might have just happened to the body as well. Chanyeol just had to decide what his demons wanted to do with that beautifully massacrated corpse.
