056. Filth
Donghae/Ryeowook
pg-13?, 1,030 words
au, death, hatred (is that a warning?)
My best friend in the world is the one I think is beneath me. Absolute filth. I only befriended him because no one else would. Who would want to be friends with someone who believes in aliens?
But he doesn't know about my dislike for him, though some days I wish he would get a clue. On my birthday he gives me lots of presents, thus obligating me into buying some for his birthday.
I gave him a $10 gift card to McDonalds.
All of my friends wonder why I still hang with him. I don't know why I do so myself, but I'm trying to figure it out.
"The best way to get rid of filth is to discard it."
All of my friends would tell me this, but I seem to have the problem of finding the right trashcan for him. I at least owe him that much for giving me things on my birthday.
"Ryeowook-ah, we should go to the arcade after school!" And that would be him, the filth of my life. He's like that one little stain on white pants you hope no one would notice, but everyone's eyes are drawn to it.
"Sure, Donghae hyung. But I want to stay home and finish my homework."
"Ok, no problem. I'll just come over!" And that was just what I needed, a dog tracking his filthy paws through my house. I want to rid myself of him so badly, but I find it easier said than done.
Oh? I called him hyung, didn't I? Well, that's because he is my hyung, by almost a year. But he's in the same grade that I'm in, and I guess that's another reason why no one likes him.
At this school, only the best brains can get in. If you are stupid, then you had best find some place else. How he got in is the greatest mystery around. Even the teachers are baffled. And it gets worse. The lowest grade anyone ever gets in this school is an A-, but he manages get barely make Cs. And he failed a grade, fifth grade. That’s why I have to see him in my homeroom every day. That’s what I get for being near the principal while he was looking for a place to dump the filth at.
And, yes, as petty as that sounds, that is why no one likes him. And his attitude about his studies is the worse. So no one wants to hang with him.
"Ryeowook-ah, are you spacing out? I thought that was my job!"
"Sorry. I was just thinking about the test tomorrow."
"Yea? I hope to pass this time. I've been studying for an hour every day for a week to pass!"
"That much? Then you have no choice but to pass!" Yeah right. Him passing would mean a snowball surviving in Australia. Not going to happen, but what he doesn't know won’t hurt.
We eventually made it to my house, my empty house, and we went up to my room. Unlike his parents, my father is a doctor and my mother is a lawyer. They're rarely home, but it's ok, since I know they are making big bucks to afford us this house in the suburbs, and not have us live in government housing in the worst part of the city. And I don’t have to worry about who my mother is sleeping with to make a buck, or who killed my father.
"You head up to my room, I'll get us some snacks."
"Ok!"
He went up to my room, while I stopped at the kitchen. Looking around I got a great idea. I saw some Arsenic that another of mine left after of Chemistry project, and realized I could put this in his drink. And I did, too. I put enough of it in there to kill him pretty fast.
After "fixing" his drink, I felt proud of myself. My mother always told me I could get away with murder with all the connections she has, so this would be a good time to take out the trash. I took our drinks and snacks upstairs to my room, where I found him reading manhwa instead of studying. Of course this made my blood boil, but I couldn't show that fact too much. So I went for playful reproach.
"Yah, how do you plan on passing the test reading that stuff?"
"Oh! I didn't hear you come in! I was just biding time so we could study together."
"Well, I'm here. Let's get started. And before I forget, I brought you a glass of soda."
"Thanks!"
And with those words he grabbed the glass and took a big gulp, then another, and another, until the glass was empty. I was quite shocked at this, since he usually took sips, but I guess he was thirsty.
And all was fine for about 5 seconds before he started choking, and grabbing at his throat. He looked very panicked, too, and even I was starting to feel a little panicked, but this was for the good of the school. I was getting rid of the filth that disgraced us every time he walked through the door.
"...ryeo...wook *cough* what?" Whatever he was going to say was cut off as he started to cough up blood. What little fear I felt was gone the minute he got his blood on the Persian carpet in my room. This made me quite mad, and I was about to yell at him, but I looked at him, and he wasn't moving.
"Manseh! I've rid the world of this putrid filth! I should go celebrate!" And celebrate I did. I called my mother and told her we had a dead body in the house, and could we get rid of it. 30 minutes later some gangsters came and disposed of the body. I called my friends and told them that Donghae just told me he was transferring by tomorrow.
And I went through life happy over the fact that I ridded the world, or maybe my world would be more appropriate, of the filth that was Lee Dong Hae.
I'm just happy if people read this^^;;
pg-13?, 1,030 words
au, death, hatred (is that a warning?)
My best friend in the world is the one I think is beneath me. Absolute filth. I only befriended him because no one else would. Who would want to be friends with someone who believes in aliens?
But he doesn't know about my dislike for him, though some days I wish he would get a clue. On my birthday he gives me lots of presents, thus obligating me into buying some for his birthday.
I gave him a $10 gift card to McDonalds.
All of my friends wonder why I still hang with him. I don't know why I do so myself, but I'm trying to figure it out.
"The best way to get rid of filth is to discard it."
All of my friends would tell me this, but I seem to have the problem of finding the right trashcan for him. I at least owe him that much for giving me things on my birthday.
"Ryeowook-ah, we should go to the arcade after school!" And that would be him, the filth of my life. He's like that one little stain on white pants you hope no one would notice, but everyone's eyes are drawn to it.
"Sure, Donghae hyung. But I want to stay home and finish my homework."
"Ok, no problem. I'll just come over!" And that was just what I needed, a dog tracking his filthy paws through my house. I want to rid myself of him so badly, but I find it easier said than done.
Oh? I called him hyung, didn't I? Well, that's because he is my hyung, by almost a year. But he's in the same grade that I'm in, and I guess that's another reason why no one likes him.
At this school, only the best brains can get in. If you are stupid, then you had best find some place else. How he got in is the greatest mystery around. Even the teachers are baffled. And it gets worse. The lowest grade anyone ever gets in this school is an A-, but he manages get barely make Cs. And he failed a grade, fifth grade. That’s why I have to see him in my homeroom every day. That’s what I get for being near the principal while he was looking for a place to dump the filth at.
And, yes, as petty as that sounds, that is why no one likes him. And his attitude about his studies is the worse. So no one wants to hang with him.
"Ryeowook-ah, are you spacing out? I thought that was my job!"
"Sorry. I was just thinking about the test tomorrow."
"Yea? I hope to pass this time. I've been studying for an hour every day for a week to pass!"
"That much? Then you have no choice but to pass!" Yeah right. Him passing would mean a snowball surviving in Australia. Not going to happen, but what he doesn't know won’t hurt.
We eventually made it to my house, my empty house, and we went up to my room. Unlike his parents, my father is a doctor and my mother is a lawyer. They're rarely home, but it's ok, since I know they are making big bucks to afford us this house in the suburbs, and not have us live in government housing in the worst part of the city. And I don’t have to worry about who my mother is sleeping with to make a buck, or who killed my father.
"You head up to my room, I'll get us some snacks."
"Ok!"
He went up to my room, while I stopped at the kitchen. Looking around I got a great idea. I saw some Arsenic that another of mine left after of Chemistry project, and realized I could put this in his drink. And I did, too. I put enough of it in there to kill him pretty fast.
After "fixing" his drink, I felt proud of myself. My mother always told me I could get away with murder with all the connections she has, so this would be a good time to take out the trash. I took our drinks and snacks upstairs to my room, where I found him reading manhwa instead of studying. Of course this made my blood boil, but I couldn't show that fact too much. So I went for playful reproach.
"Yah, how do you plan on passing the test reading that stuff?"
"Oh! I didn't hear you come in! I was just biding time so we could study together."
"Well, I'm here. Let's get started. And before I forget, I brought you a glass of soda."
"Thanks!"
And with those words he grabbed the glass and took a big gulp, then another, and another, until the glass was empty. I was quite shocked at this, since he usually took sips, but I guess he was thirsty.
And all was fine for about 5 seconds before he started choking, and grabbing at his throat. He looked very panicked, too, and even I was starting to feel a little panicked, but this was for the good of the school. I was getting rid of the filth that disgraced us every time he walked through the door.
"...ryeo...wook *cough* what?" Whatever he was going to say was cut off as he started to cough up blood. What little fear I felt was gone the minute he got his blood on the Persian carpet in my room. This made me quite mad, and I was about to yell at him, but I looked at him, and he wasn't moving.
"Manseh! I've rid the world of this putrid filth! I should go celebrate!" And celebrate I did. I called my mother and told her we had a dead body in the house, and could we get rid of it. 30 minutes later some gangsters came and disposed of the body. I called my friends and told them that Donghae just told me he was transferring by tomorrow.
And I went through life happy over the fact that I ridded the world, or maybe my world would be more appropriate, of the filth that was Lee Dong Hae.
I'm just happy if people read this^^;;