➥❝𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀❞𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗟࿐

The city is glowing, spreading beauty and brightness in the night, excluding this one particular house near the Shok river.

||शोक: ❝Shok❞ - grief࿐

The house was two storeyed, engulfed by other buildings from three sides; south, east and west. In the north there was a wide road which was adjacent to the river.

As the night passed city light diminished.

Lights of the second floor flickered when a CCTV camera was randomly facing the window and unexpectedly caught a clip of a brunette switching on and off the lights, with a chef's knife in his other hand.

He absentmindedly repeated the act with a straight face. There was a table on his right side, his iris held no emotions as he stared down at a watch on the table.

It says 11:59 PM.

Next to the watch there were four torches stuffed in a black bag on the same table.

As both the hands of the clock reached twelve, he screamed,"Shi!" and left the switch. The light went off.

|| ❝Shi❞ - Die࿐

In the pitch dark room, bringing the knife over his wrist, he sprints it down swiftly.

The huge pressure he applied made a cut in his soft skin. His skin went through a penetrating trauma but the person, standing still felt nothing at all.

With the same emotionless look on his honey toned face, he exhaled heavily.

Walking aside he switched on the light yet again, his gaze met a puncture of his cells.

There he found a gap in between freshly chopped red muscles, no pain visible in his demeanor.

His finger stroked and digged on the wound but not a single hiss was heard from the young man.

He was silently enduring it or...

"Hoseok? Come down, dinner is ready." A feminine voice softly calls him downstairs.

Hoseok's iris quivers darkening to the call. His body faces the direction of voice. He takes a few steps ahead, switching off the lights again.

Hoseok reached the door and stopped right before colliding with it. His wounded hand unlocked the door but he paused before fully stepping out.

Not moving as he froze at the point, a lone tear rolled down as he heard the same voice again. Saying, "Baby, food is gonna freeze instead of getting cold. Hurry up."

Her sentence ended with an echo of her giggling making hoseok gulp. Stepping back he abruptly shuts the door with a thud.

Finally, Hoseok felt the burning sensation but not from the wound, in his eyes. Tired, something similar to unconsciousness was his state right now but he was still standing straight and being threatened by his own tears which left his eyes red in the dark.

Hoseok realised that his mind had become a mess. And there was only one way to provide him serene peace.

He puts his both palm on the door then bangs his head on it.

To him the act was a way to release his frustration or get out of his messy state.

Hoseok's violent, rhythmic head banging soon drove him to an unresponsive state as his body dropped to the floor, creating the last sound of the night in darkness.

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Katopark || thank you for making this gif.