The song in the bar plays loudly over the speakers. It was enough to drown out the pool game being played between a few bikers who yell curses and take swigs of their choice of alcohol from bottles.

Seonghwa stares at the wall of alcohol in front of him. Many shiny bottles, some full and some half empty, glisten in the neon lights of the small town bar he was visiting tonight. He needed some liquid courage to do what he was about to do. An empty glass of beer was in his hand, and the bar tender stood in front of him wiping down clean glasses while humming along to the song. He finally noticed Seonghwa's glass is empty, and smiles, "Need another?"

"No, let me get a shot of soju," Seonghwa points to the almost empty bottle on the shelf, "And leave the bottle."

"Sure thing," the bartender nods, grabbing the bottle and a large shot glass, filing it to the brim, "Rough day at work?"

Seonghwa snorts distastefully, grabbing the glass and downing the shot instantly. The burn and warmth from the alcohol instantly warms his throat and leaves a pit of fire in his stomach along with the ball of anger brewing the more he drank. The bartender arches his eyebrow as Seonghwa looks up at him through his lashes, "Not really, unless you call finding a whore's bra under your bed a bad day."

The bartender's eyes widen as he leaves the bottle, "I'm sorry to hear that."

Seonghwa smirks, "Why? You're not the one that's going to pay for it." The bartender's eyes widen once more, Seonghwa brushes the comment off by grabbing his wallet and giving a wad of cash to the man, "Here. To cover my tab and extra for you to keep your mouth shut. I was never here."

He stood, grabbing the bottle of Soju and gulping the rest of it before slamming the bottle on the wooden bar. He winks at the bartender before turning to the door and pulling his hood up over to conceal his blonde hair. He has a bag in the front seat of his car, containing items such as a 9mm pistol and a silencer. As well as some duct tape, black momba poison he asked his cousin from Texas to ship to him, and packaged needles.

He hums along to the song playing from the bar, unlocking his car and climbing in. He hummed to the tune of it the entire way home, a sickening grin spreading on his face. He has officially lost his mind, but at this point he could care less.

Once he arrives home, he packs the duffle bags full of clothing and other items, including a passport and enough cash to get him where he needs to go. He loads the duffle bags into his car in the trunk, then heads back inside. As he cooked dinner for his husband, the plan runs over in his mind once more. When the roasted chicken was ready, he injects the black momba poison into a cutlet he plated for his husband and pours some into his whiskey he expects to have ready when he gets home.

Right on cue once Seonghwa drained the container of snake poison into the whiskey, his husband's car pulls in the driveway. Seonghwa removes his rubber gloves, wrapping the bottle that contained the poison in them and tosses them in his bag by the door. The door opens, his husband sighs tiredly as he enters the home and removes his shoes, "Hwa?"

"Kitchen," Seonghwa hums, taking a sip of water in his own glass.

His husband enters the kitchen, loosening his tie, "Dinner ready?"

"Yes, it just came out of the oven," Seonghwa smiles softly, watching as his husband takes the glass containing his whiskey.

He grunts, "Glad to see you had my drink ready. It's been a rough day at the office."

"Oh of course my love," Seonghwa coos, the gently voice tasted like acid on his tongue and nearly made him grimace. But he had to keep his composure, "I already ate, so go ahead and eat without me."

"Well can I at least sit and eat with my husband?" The man scoffs, placing a hand on Seonghwa's hip while taking a sip of his whiskey, "Maybe we can fool around for a bit and take a shower together?"

Seonghwa smirks, tilting his head as he looks up at his husband, "I'm sure you can call Rachael and she'll be more than happy to join you."

His husband began to choke on his drink, spraying it on the floor before placing the glass on the counter, "Excuse me?" He rasps through a series of coughs and gags. He groans painfully, looking at his husband in bewilderment, "What the fuck did you just say!?"

Seonghwa smiles, "Well surely you heard me. You're not old enough to become deaf already," Seonghwa hums, grabbing his glass with water in it, "I said you should invite Rachael over and have her eat dinner with you. And maybe she'll be kind enough to join you in the bath."

His husband chokes and gags once more, falling to his knees as he scratches his throat, "What-" he gags, throwing up everything in his stomach, including a little bit of blood, on the tile, "What did you do to me!?" He screams, puking once more that was mostly blood at this point.

Seonghwa hums, wrinkling his nose as he looks towards the door, "Black Momba venom does such wonders to the inside of your body when you are bitten by the snake. But the results of the poison work so much quicker once ingested orally."

His husband's eyes were bloodshot, the veins in his body began to bulge as he looks up at Seonghwa with a pained expression, "You-"

"Bitch?" Seonghwa sneers, squatting down, "No baby, unfortunately that's you. A little, pathetic, slimy, greedy bitch. I wasn't obviously enough, since you had to go and find pleasure and love from another person, a woman-" Seonghwa snorts, watching as his husband once more vomits thick blood, "Such a mess. Oh well, I'm sure Rachael wouldn't mind cleaning the mess when she gets here." He sighs dramatically, standing and placing his hands on his hips.

"No!" His husband shouts, his eyes growing heavy. His eyes looked as if blood vessels have popped, his pupils dilated as he lays in his own pile of vomit and blood.

Seonghwa hums, looking down at his watch, "Too bad. She should be here any moment. Expecting some food and possibly a quick fuck. Good thing I called off from work today so I had a chance to put all of this in motion." His husband's body was now motionless on the ground and Seonghwa sighs, shaking his head, "Pity. And I didn't even get to tell you I love you. Oh well, what's the point on speaking the word 'love' if it's just going to slide in one ear and out of the other. You never loved me Chang, not like how I loved you."

He stood, grabbing a paper towel and carefully plucking the glass of whiskey off of the counter and placing it in the sink. Just as he dumps the rest of the contents in the sink, the doorbell rings and Seonghwa checks his watch, "Hm. Little whore is eager tonight. She's early." He places new gloves on his hands from his back pocket, and grabs the pistol resting in the band of his jeans against his back, grabbing the silencer from his back pocket and screwing it on.

"Chang?" A woman's loud voice rings throughout the front of Seonghwa's home and his blood boils, "Chang are you here?"

Heels clank against the hard tiled floor as she approached the kitchen. Seonghwa sits in a chair facing the doorway, and once she enters the view she stops. Her short dress was bright red in color, silk by the looks of the shiny material from his kitchen lights, the hem of the bottom of the dress barely reaching her mid thigh. Black heels cover her feet, the heel was a good twelve inches tall and made her about Seonghwa's height.

Seonghwa's eyes take her in as they rake up and down her body, "Rachael is it?"

"W-Who are you?" Her voice shakes as she grips her purse hanging on her shoulder.

Seonghwa smirks, gesturing to the chicken dinner, "Hungry?"

"Not really-"

"Pity. My husband was hungry but sadly he didn't get a chance to eat," Seonghwa's eyes land on his husband's dead body on the floor.

Her gaze follows and when she caught sight of Chang laying in a pile of his own vomit and blood she gasps. Seonghwa pulls the trigger back on the gun and points it to her quickly, "Scream and I'll put a bullet in your throat."

Her scream was instantly silenced as she covers her mouth, eyes filling with tears as she looks between Seonghwa and Chang, "H-How!? Why did you do this!?"

Seonghwa gestures to the chicken, "Are you sure you're not hungry? It's going to get cold."

"I'm not fucking hungry!!" She screeches, "What is wrong with you!?"

"No, what is wrong with you!" Seonghwa sneers, standing abruptly and rounding the table to approach Rachael, "Sleeping with another man's husband. Wrapping your vacuum suctioned lips around his cock and blowing him off in MY home. Contaminating his cock with your tuna smelling pussy juices and pressing your fake breasts against MY sheets. Sending naughty photographs to his 'business phone,' moaning his name, leaving scratches on his shoulder blades where I've left scratches much harsher and deeper than yours. Touching what was MINE."

He backs her into a corner of the kitchen surrounded by the countertops and cabinets as he leans in closer, "Rachael, Rachael, Rachael," he hums, pressing the barrel of the gun to her temple, "Go sit down and eat your meal. I guarantee it's so delicious you will die over it. It's not as delicious as my husband's luscious cock, but it'll have to do since he's a little... preoccupied."

She sobs, clenching her eyes shut, "Please don't kill me. Please I'm begging you!"

Seonghwa clicks his tongue, smiling softly, "You should've thought about that before making a move on my husband." He points to the table, "Now, eat."

She swallows the lump in her throat harshly, walking over to the table cautiously. Seonghwa presses the barrel of the silencer into her back, forcing her to walk to the table and to walk right through his husband's vomit and blood. She takes a hesitant step over his body, nearly slipping in his mess, "Careful, it's a little slippery," Seonghwa warns, watching his step to not get his shoes in the mess.

"You're psychotic," Rachael sneers, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Seonghwa chuckles, pushing her into her chair and gesturing to her food, "I'm usually a kind person, shy... polite. However, little whores like yourself have seemed to ruin that about me... hopefully this will teach you and all of the other skanks to not mess with another man or woman's significant other."

She looks up at him with tears in her eyes, hesitantly grabbing her fork. He nods, sitting in a chair beside her, "That's right, eat. I want your opinion to see if it's perfect or if it's a little dry."

She pants for air as she holds the piece of chicken on her fork, and then slowly brings it up to her mouth. She takes a bite of the chicken, chewing slowly while sobbing loudly. Seonghwa tilts his chin up, watching her as she struggles to eat it. He pulls the trigger once more, cocking it into place as he points the barrel towards her, "Swallow. Come on, we all know you are a little cum slut and you're not afraid of swallowing."

She cries loudly, swallowing the piece of chicken successfully and Seonghwa smiles, "Good job Rachael. Now eat it all."

She struggled, but as she cut another piece of the chicken with her fork and swallows another bite she suddenly pales, "I don't-" and before Seonghwa could do anything she vomits on herself and his shoes. He sighs, growling as she falls to the floor in her own vomit. She began sobbing loudly and crying out in pain, "My stomach! What did you do to me!?"

Seonghwa hums, "Rattlesnake poison is the perfect seasoning to a perfect dish I like to call 'Revenge.'"

Her cries grew louder, and Seonghwa fears someone might hear even though the neighbors are right down the road and no one is close enough to hear. You never know though, "Oh Rachael, you know with my husband he wants you to be loud but I would really appreciate it if you were quieter and uses your inside voice."

She screams again, vomiting nothing but blood as she crawled towards the front door. Seonghwa sighs, pointing the gun to the back of her kneecaps and shooting both without hesitation. She screams once more, reaching back to grip the area that is now pouting blood all over his porcelain tiled floors, "YOU BASTARD!!"

Seonghwa sighs, "I know honey, I know," he squats, "You know I can end it all for you if you just ask nicely."

"GO TO HELL YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" She screeches, screaming loudly once more.

Seonghwa winces as it rings throughout his home. He sighs in boredom as she continues to try and army crawl while dragging her useless legs behind her. So much blood, so much noise...

He finally had enough of it, and while she begged for him to let her go, he points the barrel to her temple and cocks the hammer of the pistol back, "Oh sweetheart. You know I can't do such a thing. You must pay... let's just say, a sin for a sin..."

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The sun beats down on him and seagulls loudly caw at one another as they dove into the ocean for food. Some have been successful, others have resorted to the beaches where a few small crabs have been seen crawling about.

Seonghwa sighs, relaxing into his beach chair as he tilted his head towards the sun. The rays beat down on his tan skin, making it seem darker and leaving behind a beautiful color in it's wake. The sounds of waves crashing, people chatting and laughing with one another, surfers yelling as they ride the waves to the shores.

This was the life.

But as he loses himself into the noises of the beach, his mind starts to wander to that fateful night.

Where he was covered in blood, and escaped expertly without being caught.

He reminisced in the way he played out his escape after killing off Rachael. After putting a bullet through her skull, he placed the gun in her hand after expertly wiping the fingerprints off of the gun (if there were any from the gloves). Then, after making sure he locked the door behind him, he brought his bags to his car.

Dropping it off was easy, he simply drove the car deep into the giant pond behind their home after he removed the license plate, placing it in his bag as well. He then hiked to the nearest airport on foot, throwing out the bottle of rattlesnake venom trapped in the gloves into a bin at a local gas station.

Before he arrived at the airport, he secretly stashed his license plate into a small hole he dug in the ground on the side of the road, as well as the clothes he had on covered in blood and vomit. He then changed into new clothes, before finishing his trip to the airport on foot. Once at the airport, he merely bought a ticket to Australia with cash. It has now been five years since these series of events, and every night Seonghwa sleeps like a baby after feeding from it's mother's breast.

"Five years later and police are still looking for the killer or killers involved in the murder of Kim Rachael and Lee Chang. On top of the murders, police are also searching for Mr. Lee's husband, Park Seonghwa. He too has been missing for five years now, authorities believe he has been kidnapped after his husband was found dead in their home along with Mrs. Kim. Park Seonghwa at this point is presumed dead."

Seonghwa smirks running a hand through his now silver hair while taking a sip of the cold Bud Light he just popped the cap off of and sighs happily, "Perfect."

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I don't know why but I found this really fun to write... does that mean I'm a psycho? 🤔 that and I just wanted to envision Seonghwa killing someone savagely.

This oneshot is inspired by the song "A Sin For A Sin" by Miranda Lambert. If you haven't heard it, and if you like a little bit of every kind of music under the sun like me, I reccomend giving it a listen. It's country though, so for those that don't like country then don't listen to it lmao.