Bang Cheol Yong.
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SEMI AU; Criminology student / Idol
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"Feel free to be my friend, I'm most of the time lonely and.. Well yeah." He pouted cutely and munched down on a pockey.
With a frown he stood up and hummed some. He could feel he was bothering the other. A feeling Bang Cheol Yong hated. "Well... I'll just go off then. Enjoy the chocolate." Slowly he walked off; humming a random song on his way back home.
The young male frowned and waved his hand in front of the others eyes. 'Damn.. He's blind, Mir you idiot.' He couldn't help but chuckle over his own dumbness as he slides the egg in one of the others hands. "A chocolate egg; they are yummy." Slowly he took a seat and hummed some. "You okay?"
For you my adorable dongsaeng~ I’m sorry I couldn’t get you the real thing.
"ITS BIG AND FUZZY AND I LIKE HIM A LOT! THANKYOU!" He squeeked loudly, excited and happy with the present. He pressed it close to his chest and hopped up and down. "Thank you!!!"
Joon listened out to the other and sighed; he cracked his neck and got up. He leaned closer to the other making sure he stared down into the others eyes. “So you think because of trauma this happened, and then explain why did he try to attack an innocent woman? Who had nothing to do with anything? Why did he believe god was talking to him to tell him to kill, he had a choice to listen or not…So now please leave I gave you that score for a reason because it was half done, you just put your mind to it but not your soul, you rushed it and did not give it a hard time 40 minuet writing.” The male then walked past the other and opened the door. “If you please would like to leave, I am very busy and would like some quiet. If you are still not happy with the score then re write it again and bring it back ok.”
Once the male left, Joon sat back down on his chair. Soon the day was over and he went on home in his car. Arriving there he dropped his bag onto the floor and headed to the study room, he got a phone call and quickly answered it as he was writing down locations. “Yeah, Don’t worry I will get it done but not before midnight, I think the cops are onto me if they have figured out the time…unless they are stupid but to be sure I will get rid of the body now.” Joon put his phone down and grabbed his jacket putting it on and his gloves, he pressed a button as a gun slid out from under the desk. He then put it in his jacket, the time then struck 6pm. As it struck six Joon had soon faded away.
“Hmm…So you don’t want to die?” Rewind, Joon had appeared inside the building, he touched a piece that was in his ear. “So which floor is it?” A voice spoke into his ear. “Sir you must get to the 12th floor and you seem to only be on the 5th.” “Any body guards?” “Just the two doing their jobs which you can dodge on the 11th floor” “Got it thanks.” Joon was not sure to do this the hard way or the easy way. He casually walked down the hallway of the 5th floor and noticed the cameras. He hid behind the corner and let out a sigh fading away. He got to the 11th; he looked down and walked towards the two guards casually. They did not really see Joon’s face or catch a glimpse due to being knocked out pretty quick. He tapped the ear piece one more time. “Did you get rid of the code and the cameras?” “Yes sir, go ahead and finish the Job.” “Yes.”
Now back to where we are “So you don’t want to die?” He was holding a gun to the man’s head as he leaned against the desk. “Sorry time is running out.” “You can’t kill me! It is not my fault those people where in the way.” Joon pressed the gun against his head tighter. “There fault! You had a choice!” Joon watched the man whimper and he felt sympathy but it was his Job, he pulled the trigger and then headed to the window. “Mission done…” Blood had slightly splattered across his shirt but he did not care and then soon disappeared. “You phoned the police?” “Yes sir, they are on their way, good job by getting rid of another scumbag.”
“You’re not listenihing.” Bang Cheol Yong wined and grabbed his paper. Why is this teacher so cold to him really. He was polite and asked it nicely. Maybe it’s one of those ‘Oh yeah I damn hate you because you look like a nerd. Go work harder you little shit.’ A sad sigh escaped from his lips as he grabbed his papers and walked to the door. “"I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me." - Ralph Ellison” Cheolyong simply walked out. Slightly feeling like shit, he knew he was right. And He knew he’d be working on this paper for hours from now on. To deliver a full explanation of everything. This is going to be a long night. Some of the jerks on school where still waiting outside the building. The young males heart beat raised as he tried to act like he didn’t see them at all. Walking faster as he passes them by. Not earning any comment or kick this time. At least something good on this day. Walking to the stores he picked up some take away. He wasn’t the best cook so why not just grab some chineese on his way home right? It was all much easier. And he’d have all time to work on this paper to get this finished for tomorrows lesion.
Once home he opened theboxes of food and rushed to his small bedroom – rushing back with his laptop to finish this work. The investigation of the other case had to wait. He solved everything possible so far and the cops took over his work from this point. They needed more clues, unfound one’s first, before they could finish it off. Between some bites of steamed cheap chineese take away and some rice. Cheol yong typed away. One hour, two, three, four later. And Cheol Yong was holding eight papers – four for each crime. Contently he smiled and bundled them together neatly. A paper with the explanation of the mental state. Full explanation – otherwise the ass of a Joon won’t be pleased – explanation of the crime – full paper – Situation before this with a victimology. And a full explanation of everything in general. There is NO way Joon could bash on this. It’s the way they do it in every copstation and so on. You could see this as a file, the way they keep it there. And it was all right. “Bipolar? Joon’s bipolar the ass.” Cheolyong mumbled to himself. Carefully putting the files in his backpack for school tomorrow. “Relax time” He said cheerfully. But sadly for the young male – He got a phone call to check on a new crime. At this point Bang Cheol Yong wanted to cry. It’s 11 already. Yet he rushed to the crimescene – which wasn’t too far from his house. --
“So. There are cameras in this building?” Cheolyong asked as he looked around. “There are, just not in this floor.” – Great. They do know what they are doing right? Thank lord they can track and watch the one outside. This was a small step to success. Which made the young male smile. “Get those footage. You’ll see if it’s a male or female. But I’m pretty sure it’s a male. The footsteps give it away. – This guy. Track his background – of all of the victims. I can’t believe you all haven’t done this already. If they are bad people it’s possible they… well… It’s possible we are dealing with someone who thinks they are doing anything right. Like fighting for freedom, thinking he is god or a saint. Possible; someone with a mental illness. Possible someone who’s just been told to do so. By the way he kills you can tell he is skilled. He knows what he’s been doing. And this surely isn’t his first time. The footstep? It’s the only thing he ever did wrong. And it’s not even a full footstep.” Cheol yong kneeled down next to the half bloody footstep next to the window. “He climbed down. Escaped from this point. And Now I’m really needy for some sleep.. so please update me over the background of the victims. “ Bang Cheol Yong earned some chuckles from the cops as he waved them goodbye. Walking back home for a good nap. It was midnight already.. Only 6 hours of sleep left for him – by time he gets home probably 5. And he needed to be clearly awake to confront Joon again. The jerk.
Joon was marking some work from the previews classes, he was soon done and then noticed one of the student’s where done so fast. He began to read the paper and then put it down. “Ok times up hand in your papers and go for your break, after coming back in we will work on the next topic.” As the students got up Joon began to mark the papers. “Aish this guy’s paper seems all messy…” It was Mir’s paper; Joon read over it and sighed. The students, he handed out the papers and when he gave Mir’s it was only 50% of a score.
“Ok you all got your scores now let’s carry on to an emotion that common people have which is anger. Anger is not something that is there, something will always trigger it but it builds up slowly unless you are bi polar then that is a whole different thing. Let’s start off with slow anger For instance someone is happy but then you bring up a subject, that will turn into sadness but that person then carries on and not shut up it turns into annoyance and then that anger starts to fill up. I hope you are all writing it down because I will not repeat myself. Now fast anger easy and simple someone breaks something that is precious to you, you get upset and then angry but that leaves to frustration and then hate. Fast anger is more horrible then slow anger…People build it up to hate and can take time to calm down, I tested it out and it took a week for someone to be happy with me again. The male then handed sheets out to everyone.
“Take it home and test it yourself, each week of all the emotions you use, so for instants if you are happy write down why you are happy and how it feels. When you are angry do the same and for sad all of them, so now please shut the door on your way to your next class. Thank you for coming.” Joon then clicked a button allowing the projector to turn off. He sat back on the chair and let out a sigh while rubbing the back of his neck. Trying to relax now he just wanted to have peace and quiet hoping no one will disturb him.
With an amazing feeling he left the class. Smiling brightly as he hugged some of his note books close to himself. During break he just sat under one of the trees on the school ground. As usual – all alone by himself as people mainly found him the odd person. If you’d see anyone around him it where probably people bullying him for being his smart self or for being ‘a gay singer’ as they would call it. But Bang Cheol Yong kept strong. He didn’t care what people said or thought about him. Aslong he made himself, his band mates and his parents proud he felt blessed. As long he could make this damn horrors in those dark streets; covered in blood and fear into a place to live. A place where people don’t need to be afraid or feel hurt. Of course it’s an ideal vision of the world, he knows damn well enough it’s never possible to cleanse these horrors out of a large city as Seoul. But trying – nothing’s wrong with trying. – Flicking through the pages until the bell rang. Breaks where too short for him. He never had a chance to review any of the cases he’d love to work on or finish the chapters of his books. “Aish. “ He mumbled. Standing up as he ran back to the class. Taking the seat which is reserved for him – first row – in front of the teacher.
Grades time. Knowing how well he did he couldn’t help but grin happily. Yet a 50 wasn’t the score he was expecting. It was far below whatever he could do. The happy smiley face directly turned into a grumpy frown. This all was just bullcrap. There was no way he did this bad. Not on screening people. He’s a damn help of the cops. There is no damn way. Staring in shock; yet hurt by his grades he kept staring at the paper. He let himself down again didn’t he? – Yet he did so right. He was so sure about it and he won’t give up like this. Joon was just wrong.
At the end of the class Cheol Yong packed his stuff on a slow; slacking pace. Most students rushed out, which pleased him. They didn’t care about whatever a teacher gives them. Aslong its above the 50% they are blessed. Which is just stupid. If you can do better just do so – at least that’s how Cheol Yong thought. “M-Mister Joon.” He started off politely. Chewing down his lip as he got nervous. “I don’t agree on your statement and the grades you gave me.” He added once he earned a glance of the teacher. “You know. Bipolar; it’s all possible. But bipolar give moods wings. A moods wing wasn’t what the psychopath had – the ripper was traumatized. You can tell by the way he kills. Cutting open privet body parts; shows us they are impotent, scared of sex or so. If you think of it. The ripper was told to be left by his mother; he lived alone for a long time. Which is pretty clear he and her didn’t have a bond – he didn’t have any respect for her. He lost it at one point. Hookers are a scource of sexual relieve for whoever they want to. So actually. If you put the puzzle pieces together; It’s a trauma. His mother probably had sex with whoever she wanted to. Father? Disappeared on his young age. He had no parent to look up to. It’s just… an abandoned person who only saw bad in life. Who ended up believing the bad is how it should be. So he done bad himself. “ He shrugged and looked down after he spoke all those words out – rather quickly and with many gestures. “I don’t disrespect you. But I think I done well. I deserve more than just a 50…” He added quietly.
Joon had to leave the room before class started, he had to go get something from outside; it was the car that he had stopped by. The window slid down as he was handed a yellow paper, he took it out and read the information and sighed. “Not another fat ass…These guys have no life, wasting money raping girls aish…how annoying” He gave back the paper and crouched down to talk. “Don’t worry I got this also where is the money?” The male driver paid him the money and then drove off. Joon slid the money into his pocket and walked back to his room 221, he walked in slightly sorting his tie out.
“Ok everyone is here, nice to meet you all the names Mr. Joon, you can get friendly with me or not whichever you choose. If you will ever be rude to me or the work I choose to teach then please leave, I will not tolerate rudeness from anyone. You must do your best in this class perfection is not needed, I do not want my students to be stressing so much so please do as much as you can. If you are lazy then I will keep you behind and work with you. Now let us get on, today’s lesson is about why people behave in such a way and it’s about murder, killing for a reason and killing with no reason.”
Joon stood next to the big white board as the projection started on two crimes. “Example one is on a care where a man was killed, the suspect was at first a lady who was known to be his wife. Evidence was found she was abused by her husband. So rather than calling she had enough and ended her husband’s life. To all males in this class, if you ever think about having future wife treat her with respect and she will respect you. Equality is best in a relationship, treat one another with respect and you won’t end up dead.”
The male then clicked a button and a second file had appeared. “This one is about the famous Yorkshire ripper…who is known for murdering women, his actions where quite strange he believed it was an act of god and said he was told to kill these women. Prostitutes, women who slept around…But his actions where just an excuse to kill, to me this man was mental and just wanted to keep his killing streak going. He was soon caught and to those women who were murdered may their souls rest in peace.”
The male then sat down in his chair and looked at everyone. “Now I would want you all to write down what would you do if you were in their shoes? The woman who got abused and the man who killed woman constantly, and then another one to say how long they stay in jail and what kind of punishment they get. Please do not hold back you might write down anything horrible let’s see how you all act on becoming a killer and a person who controls the punishment. You have 40 mins starting now.”
Bang Cheol Yong looked up at him; Mr. Joon. It seems like he rather keep a few steps away from his students. His introdusion was short, rather sharp and pretty direct. Most people won’t try to mess with him that’s clear. It seems like he’s the kind of teacher Cheol Yong likes. They’ll be honest with whatever you say. Give you their vision and be truth with their comments on your work. He couldn’t help but smile at his teacher once he was done introducing himself and the subject. Killing without a reason? Psychopathical or sociopathical behavior Cheol Yong guessed. Traumas, in order for a leader, the feeling like you owe people. It could be so many factors. Something the young student loves to think about.
Bang Cheol Yong listened carefully to his teacher as he told the story. Two big eyes looked up at the tall male who pointed at the board. The tone of his voice was rather strange. Not the usual tone a teacher would have while telling a story. – Maybe it’s just because the sad background of the lady. Which yet isn’t actually the right way to escape from the pain she’s been suffering off. But hell knows how her way of thinking was. – Bang Cheol Yong directly took notes of the lady and the story. It’s always easier for him to use his mind maps after he had to give a vision of the situation.
“Abusive husband > Abused himself as a child? Inner rage might cast him to do the same as whatever he felt. Trauma’s on young age > Never felt loved. //
Possibly a drinker / user of drugs in young age which damaged the brain > Short temper > Abusive husband.
The lady might not seem another way out. Constant abuse ruins the brain – damages the self vision and makes people thing they are bad if you keep on repeating such thing. Making the lady scared of the outside world. Ashamed about her being abused; husband claiming to be her fault enc.”
Luckily for Bang Cheol Yong he was a fast writer; something he had to learn in time while he helped the police now and then. The second case is an easy one for him. He heard so much about it and he knows so much about the behavior the killer had.
“Probably impotent man > Kills woman ; prostitutes. Why? > Childhood trauwmas, mother left father on young age. The ripper had to deal with his mother and another man time over time. > Disgusted by woman and the female race who’s been known to be around other man for pleasure. Cut open the female body parts > Shows us he might be impotent. / Scared of sex / grossed out by it.”
Writing down everything he smiled and started to work on the task once Mr Joon seem to be sitting down. He could feel the teachers eyes glued on him. Yet Bang Cheol Yong ignored it. He was working on this – so he was living his own life right now. It something he has to do. After twenty minutes Bang Cheol Yong seem to be pleased with his answers and added his visions over the killers as well. Proudly he handed them over and smiled at the teacher before sitting down again. Taking another piece of paper where he wrote down the names of the cases.
“Vision on case one: The lady clearly had no idea or way out. She was a trapped bird and had no where else to go. Her kid; if she had one probably believed the father. Believed how much of a shit she was. While she did all the cooking, cleaning, and everything. Accidently she spilled something on the man’s favorite slippers.
Beaten – hurt she laid down. Gazing at the gun she’d been keeping under the bed – She grabbed it and pulled the trigger, her one way ticket to freedom. Even jail would be better. Aslong she’s free from the monster.
I’m pretty sure if I am trapped, hurt and destroyed in such situation I wouldn’t do such thing. – I’d keep on believing there is a way out. I would try to run, do research and so on. If I end up not finding it – I would probably ended up killing myself.
Vision on case two: Pretty much how I described it: Man being traumatized by his mother. Seeing all the prostitutes as his mother who’d never showed love to him. Mentally he wrecked in one small pile of nothing. There is too much hate in this man.
We all would do the same in his case. He’s mentally unstable. He doesn’t know what he is doing. He’s probably impotent by years because he avoided woman. Find them disgusting creatures because of what he saw his mother doing. What he heard every night. And this man has no regrets. He knew well enough what he was doing when he did those things. Still – he did them. “
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