drabble mad
Title: Mad
Pairing: Minho/Key
Length : 1,440 words
Rating: NC - 15
Genre: angst, horror
WARNING: character death; mental illness
Key sat on the couch waiting for his boyfriend who should have come home for two hours already. Minho had texted him that it's going be late, but not that late! He already called him several times to no avail.
Finally the sound of a key turning in the lock was heard and Minho entered the apartment. Key was still sitting on the couch having not moved since. Arms crossed and fingers angrily tipping on his arm. The anger clearly showed on his face.
"Hey, Key." Minho sounded exhausted from his long day as he stood behind his boyfriend leaning down to embrace him. But Key slapped his hand away.
"Where were you?!" he questioned angrily and turned around on the sofa.
"I texted you. They needed me at work and I couldn't leave," Minho explained a little taken back.
"Yeah right..." Key didn't believe him at all. "And why haven't you answered one single phone call?" The feline boy stood up from the couch and faced the tall boy, arms still defensively crossed over his chest.
"My cell went dead," Minho explained, trying to calm himself. He couldn't get angry at Key, it was just how he was.
"Oh yeah ... it was a total coincidence, right?" Key let out a sarcastic huff and stalked off to the kitchen, leaving Minho standing in the hallway. He couldn't seriously tell him that he hadn't had an opportunity to call Key. The food was ready for hours and of course cold by now. Key only had to cut some tomatoes to top the meal off. The knife harshly slid through the vegetable, making loud clacking noises.
"You don't have to be so angry. I'm here right?” Minho reasoned calmly. A loud smacking noise from metal on wood responded to that, the knife Key held hitting the board he cut on. Then suffocating silence followed.
He might be here now, but where had he been before? In those two hours he hadn’t contact him, no word about his whereabouts. Key was furious. How could Minho expect Key to trust him when he didn't give him any reason to? Every time Key thought Minho finally was honest with him, there was an argument that proved him wrong. Was it a word, phrase or action of his boyfriend. The blond never was 100% percent sure when it was save to trust the other male.
"Yes, right. You are here now. And where have you been before Those 2 hours I waited for you, dinner ready. You’ve been acting so different in the past two months. Is there something you want to tell me?" Key's grip around the knife’s handle fastened as he heard Minho stepping into the kitchen.
"I told you I was at work and what do you mean by different?" Normally Minho was a very patient person, but Key's endless accusations really got on his nerves. The one year they already were together really had tired him. At first he thought it was cute, interpreting it as jealousy, but it got worse as time passed by and now it really was scrutinizing. Minho stepped closer to Key and extended one hand to his shoulder as the other didn't answer. „Key?“ His voice was sounded a little harsh, but he tried to stay as calm as possible.
As Key still didn't respond and the silence continued Minho impatiently grabbed his lovers shoulder. What was wrong with him? Minho didn’t do anything, why the hell was he so angry? ”Hey, could you answer me?” At the touch the feline boy spun around with a death glare on his face. Minho jerked his hand back. It felt as if it was burning like fire, pain creeping up his arm. Minho looked at his hand bloody and dripping, a deep cut showing in his palm, but Key didn’t show any sign of sorrow or guilt for his action. His glare stayed the same, trained on Minho.
“What the heck, Key? What is wrong with you?” The patience he tried to keep until now slipped and Minho shouted at the blonde. “What was that for? Are you crazy?” Quickly he rushed over to the sink, let water flow over the wound and wrapped a kitchen-towel around his hand. The adrenaline pumped through his veins and he turned back to Key. He wanted answers. Now!
“I. AM. CRAZY? What is wrong with me?” Key repeated his questions with an equally venomous tone. “I’m not the one staying out too late and distancing myself.”
“What?”
“You’re cheating on me!”
“WHAT?” Minho couldn’t believe what he was hearing there.
“You’re uncomfortable around me. I don’t satisfy you anymore. Isn’t that right? You can’t deny it!”
Key had really lost it, hadn’t he? He couldn't be serious! Minho just stood there, shock rooting him to the spot. Never had Key accused him on cheating, at least not directly. What was wrong with him? So many questions shot through Minho’s head, so many unanswered questions Key had caused in the past two months. Apparently, the feline boy interpreted his silence as confirmation of his conjectures.
“You fucking bastard,” Key screamed and launched forward, the knife lifted to attack Minho. In no time he closed the few meters between them and sank the blade into the other's chest. Minho’s eyes widened on triple size speechlessly staring down at Key, a quiet gasp left his mouth and he stumbled backwards. Key pulled the knife out of his chest and stabbed back in. “You stupid, fucking, bastard! How could you do that to me? I trusted you! I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! You only wanted my trust to betray me afterwards!” The blond male screamed at him in ecstasy and with every sentence he sunk the blade in his boyfriend's chest again, stabbing him so often his face got splattered with blood. Warm liquid covered Minho’s chest and belly, soaking his t-shirt in deep red. Minho’s gaze slowly wandered down to Key’s hate distorted grimace. He felt his legs give in as he stumbled one step forward and his knees crashed on the hard tiles bending forward, leaning on his palms. The kitchen-towel was soaked in red just like his shirt. The blood was now dripping down on the white tiles, creating a strong contrast of piercing red on smoothing white. His view got blurry and he desperately tried to breathe, but only gargling sounds left his mouth and he coughed. Blood shot out his mouth covering the floor with thousand little red droplets.
A loud clatter distracted Minho from all the red beneath him. Key dropped the knife and fell in his knees as well, but now his face showed a mask of pure horror. His eyes widened and he stared on his hands covered in blood. Minho’s energy rapidly decreased and at last he collapsed on the floor falling in his own blood.
“Oh my god, Minho.” Key crawled over to him. “Minho,” he whispered again as he turned the tall male over and pulled him close on his lab. “Oh my god. Minho, I’m sorry! I’m so terribly sorry!” Key hugged Minho to his chest. By now only gargled breathes left Minho’s mouth and they both sat in a huge circle of blood coloring the white floor. “I promise, I’ll find them and make them pay!” He hugged his lover close to his chest didn’t care about the blood. Tears left his eyes in a constant flow and he started sobbing. Why did Minho have to die? Why was it always the one he loved most that died? Key was sure this wouldn’t have happened if he had come home early. They wouldn’t have found them if he had been home on time and he wouldn’t have been dead now if he had listened to Key. The pool of red liquid expanded further and Minho’s breaths slowed down. “No, no, no. Don’t die! I need you!” Key pulled back a little so he could see the other's face. The latter’s eyes slowly closed and Key’s heart ripped in half. No, he couldn't leave him! He still needed him. Key couldn’t do that alone. Why? With jittery fingers he fished for the cell in his back pocket and called the police, explaining the situation how he found his boyfriend dying in the kitchen, how they had killed him while crying.
After the police was called and on their way he kept sitting there and hugged Minho. He slowly swayed back and forth as he hummed a little soothing melody.
By the time the police arrived Minho was already dead.
A/N:
well that got a little out of hand ^^" it was supposed to be a drabble, but let's be honest, you can't make that shorter! ...
my dear baby Key has a mental illness and kills his boyfriend T__T poor minho baby!
please comment. hope you liked it ~
Pairing: Minho/Key
Length : 1,440 words
Rating: NC - 15
Genre: angst, horror
WARNING: character death; mental illness
Key sat on the couch waiting for his boyfriend who should have come home for two hours already. Minho had texted him that it's going be late, but not that late! He already called him several times to no avail.
Finally the sound of a key turning in the lock was heard and Minho entered the apartment. Key was still sitting on the couch having not moved since. Arms crossed and fingers angrily tipping on his arm. The anger clearly showed on his face.
"Hey, Key." Minho sounded exhausted from his long day as he stood behind his boyfriend leaning down to embrace him. But Key slapped his hand away.
"Where were you?!" he questioned angrily and turned around on the sofa.
"I texted you. They needed me at work and I couldn't leave," Minho explained a little taken back.
"Yeah right..." Key didn't believe him at all. "And why haven't you answered one single phone call?" The feline boy stood up from the couch and faced the tall boy, arms still defensively crossed over his chest.
"My cell went dead," Minho explained, trying to calm himself. He couldn't get angry at Key, it was just how he was.
"Oh yeah ... it was a total coincidence, right?" Key let out a sarcastic huff and stalked off to the kitchen, leaving Minho standing in the hallway. He couldn't seriously tell him that he hadn't had an opportunity to call Key. The food was ready for hours and of course cold by now. Key only had to cut some tomatoes to top the meal off. The knife harshly slid through the vegetable, making loud clacking noises.
"You don't have to be so angry. I'm here right?” Minho reasoned calmly. A loud smacking noise from metal on wood responded to that, the knife Key held hitting the board he cut on. Then suffocating silence followed.
He might be here now, but where had he been before? In those two hours he hadn’t contact him, no word about his whereabouts. Key was furious. How could Minho expect Key to trust him when he didn't give him any reason to? Every time Key thought Minho finally was honest with him, there was an argument that proved him wrong. Was it a word, phrase or action of his boyfriend. The blond never was 100% percent sure when it was save to trust the other male.
"Yes, right. You are here now. And where have you been before Those 2 hours I waited for you, dinner ready. You’ve been acting so different in the past two months. Is there something you want to tell me?" Key's grip around the knife’s handle fastened as he heard Minho stepping into the kitchen.
"I told you I was at work and what do you mean by different?" Normally Minho was a very patient person, but Key's endless accusations really got on his nerves. The one year they already were together really had tired him. At first he thought it was cute, interpreting it as jealousy, but it got worse as time passed by and now it really was scrutinizing. Minho stepped closer to Key and extended one hand to his shoulder as the other didn't answer. „Key?“ His voice was sounded a little harsh, but he tried to stay as calm as possible.
As Key still didn't respond and the silence continued Minho impatiently grabbed his lovers shoulder. What was wrong with him? Minho didn’t do anything, why the hell was he so angry? ”Hey, could you answer me?” At the touch the feline boy spun around with a death glare on his face. Minho jerked his hand back. It felt as if it was burning like fire, pain creeping up his arm. Minho looked at his hand bloody and dripping, a deep cut showing in his palm, but Key didn’t show any sign of sorrow or guilt for his action. His glare stayed the same, trained on Minho.
“What the heck, Key? What is wrong with you?” The patience he tried to keep until now slipped and Minho shouted at the blonde. “What was that for? Are you crazy?” Quickly he rushed over to the sink, let water flow over the wound and wrapped a kitchen-towel around his hand. The adrenaline pumped through his veins and he turned back to Key. He wanted answers. Now!
“I. AM. CRAZY? What is wrong with me?” Key repeated his questions with an equally venomous tone. “I’m not the one staying out too late and distancing myself.”
“What?”
“You’re cheating on me!”
“WHAT?” Minho couldn’t believe what he was hearing there.
“You’re uncomfortable around me. I don’t satisfy you anymore. Isn’t that right? You can’t deny it!”
Key had really lost it, hadn’t he? He couldn't be serious! Minho just stood there, shock rooting him to the spot. Never had Key accused him on cheating, at least not directly. What was wrong with him? So many questions shot through Minho’s head, so many unanswered questions Key had caused in the past two months. Apparently, the feline boy interpreted his silence as confirmation of his conjectures.
“You fucking bastard,” Key screamed and launched forward, the knife lifted to attack Minho. In no time he closed the few meters between them and sank the blade into the other's chest. Minho’s eyes widened on triple size speechlessly staring down at Key, a quiet gasp left his mouth and he stumbled backwards. Key pulled the knife out of his chest and stabbed back in. “You stupid, fucking, bastard! How could you do that to me? I trusted you! I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! You only wanted my trust to betray me afterwards!” The blond male screamed at him in ecstasy and with every sentence he sunk the blade in his boyfriend's chest again, stabbing him so often his face got splattered with blood. Warm liquid covered Minho’s chest and belly, soaking his t-shirt in deep red. Minho’s gaze slowly wandered down to Key’s hate distorted grimace. He felt his legs give in as he stumbled one step forward and his knees crashed on the hard tiles bending forward, leaning on his palms. The kitchen-towel was soaked in red just like his shirt. The blood was now dripping down on the white tiles, creating a strong contrast of piercing red on smoothing white. His view got blurry and he desperately tried to breathe, but only gargling sounds left his mouth and he coughed. Blood shot out his mouth covering the floor with thousand little red droplets.
A loud clatter distracted Minho from all the red beneath him. Key dropped the knife and fell in his knees as well, but now his face showed a mask of pure horror. His eyes widened and he stared on his hands covered in blood. Minho’s energy rapidly decreased and at last he collapsed on the floor falling in his own blood.
“Oh my god, Minho.” Key crawled over to him. “Minho,” he whispered again as he turned the tall male over and pulled him close on his lab. “Oh my god. Minho, I’m sorry! I’m so terribly sorry!” Key hugged Minho to his chest. By now only gargled breathes left Minho’s mouth and they both sat in a huge circle of blood coloring the white floor. “I promise, I’ll find them and make them pay!” He hugged his lover close to his chest didn’t care about the blood. Tears left his eyes in a constant flow and he started sobbing. Why did Minho have to die? Why was it always the one he loved most that died? Key was sure this wouldn’t have happened if he had come home early. They wouldn’t have found them if he had been home on time and he wouldn’t have been dead now if he had listened to Key. The pool of red liquid expanded further and Minho’s breaths slowed down. “No, no, no. Don’t die! I need you!” Key pulled back a little so he could see the other's face. The latter’s eyes slowly closed and Key’s heart ripped in half. No, he couldn't leave him! He still needed him. Key couldn’t do that alone. Why? With jittery fingers he fished for the cell in his back pocket and called the police, explaining the situation how he found his boyfriend dying in the kitchen, how they had killed him while crying.
After the police was called and on their way he kept sitting there and hugged Minho. He slowly swayed back and forth as he hummed a little soothing melody.
By the time the police arrived Minho was already dead.
A/N:
well that got a little out of hand ^^" it was supposed to be a drabble, but let's be honest, you can't make that shorter! ...
my dear baby Key has a mental illness and kills his boyfriend T__T poor minho baby!
please comment. hope you liked it ~