.smell the roses
Slipping his key back into his pocket his hands trembled slightly, the cold seeping into his bones as he stepped back from the old house, heavy wooden door and double locked windows protecting the few possessions he left inside. Jaehyun was simple in the things he owned, either stolen, or bought from money that wasn’t his own. The house wasn’t his either, but it hadn’t been hard to steal from the family who’d previously resided there. A mother, father, and daughter - he still remembered the mother’s screams as he took the child from its crib, brushed its thin dark clocks from it’s forehead, then set it down in a chair in the corner of the room, before slitting the mother’s throat, her blood mingling with her husband’s, whose body lay just outside the nursery door. It hadn’t been hard to find an orphanage to take the child - Jaehyun found he never could kill children, not when he remembered his own sister when she was little, sparkling eyes full of innocence. They were normal, had no defences against his power, and for a moment he’d wondered just what it was like.
He couldn’t remember life before the whispers in his head - if he didn’t know any better he’d believe they’d always been there.
Tonight however he knew he’d be mostly free of the pestersome mutterings that tried to slither into his head at every turn. The frown etched into his expression seemed almost permanent ever since the voices had started. So with sure footing, hands thrust deep into his pocket, shoulders hunched as he tried to fend off the chill evening air with his favourite fur collared coat he made his way to his favourite place, which he, so far, had shared with only one other.
The gate to the botanical gardens soon came into sight, shimmering in the light of the slowly rising moon. He preferred the night - the whispers were quieter, unless a scream pierced the silence, a nightmare he’d somehow tuned into, though those were easier to block out. He had no use for dreams, nightmares, any of those. The figure stood by the gates, short and anything but discreet with his white hair, caught Jaehyun’s eyes almost immediately. Jonghyun was the only person he could see himself showing his favourite places to. It wasn’t something he felt all that comfortable with yet, though for some reason, it didn’t bother him quite as much as the thought of showing other people did.
It wasn’t that he trusted him, no, that wasn’t it, but he didn’t see him as an immediate threat. There was just something more, something that felt a little less than comforting, but a little more than frightening - it was a happy medium for him. He had someone to talk to, which was off for Jaehyun, who hadn’t had anyone to talk to for so very long, and though it bothered him, it also felt, in a way, like something along the lines of excitement.
Though it’d never be quite as exciting as the thrill of the chase and satisfaction of the kill.
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