” well, doc--- what can i tell you? i fantasize with murder, i’m not even gonna lie... i have such a fixation with fucking people with a knife... can you really blame me? “ yong’s words were spilled with such calm, as if he talked about a particular ice cream favor he liked, as if it was nothing. he even turned his head to the psychiatrist with a wide sweet grin. 

                                                                                                       ... hello ? 

         shaking head, yong took the boy’s shirt away as he attempted to dress up. “ you’re going out to pick lily up from the animal tent without your shirt on. everyone will know you got fucked hard and you have an owner. “ he stood there, hands together behind his back, where he held the boy’s shirt, grinning at him. 

     the blade was deeply stuck in his torso and with a tiny cough, blood spilled from yong’s lips. “ yeah, that was my stomach. how rude. “ he had been stabbed and he couldn’t seem to care less about it. “ did you know that stabbing someone is considered very personal ? might as well could’ve asked me out, y’know? fancy dinner, some rum, sex all night... “ a careless shrug briefly lifted his shoulders. 

            “ do you have any important to say? the show is about to start. “ the ringleader of the show had been stopped minutes before, thus it better be important. “ is it that you want to work here? “

       ‘ no need for formalities, call me ‘hyung’ come closer. ‘ yong had been drinking and that never meant something good.

hit that  l i k e  button for a starter from Y O N G  personality: depends on his mood he can be playful or straight up sadistic, very arrogant, gets angry easily  sexuality: fucks whatever turns him on