8 |8| In which, everything is beautiful yet scary

In which, everything is beautiful, yet scary

Loved, being loved by someone is the most warming and beautiful feeling, it elevates you to the moon and back, like spring after winter but when it suffocates you, it dominates, masks you or force you to do things you don't want to, that fears and scare the shit outta you then it's an obsession.

Creeper crawls into, a cold shiver flows through the system, a hot rush in veins, adrenaline-pumping is the best he feels when he sees beautiful things.

It makes him feel alive.

The sunsets behind the curtain of the horizon, makes the sky dark illuminating with twinkling stars. A glass room dark as night, present in the most secluded area of the garden, contains varieties of roses of different colours, rose vines travelled to the line of the roof, the essence of rose which exploded in the room makes the noses scrunch, spins your head to the whirlpool, lungs to retract in the greed of whiff.

One may think the room is incredulously beautiful, but when you see the portraits of bleeding roses, snakes hissing through the thorns, skulls decorated with black roses, and the silent whimpers of pain coming from the alcove of the room, then you realise it slithers through your skin, the gloom and fervour presence in the air withered the beautifully scented roses, creating colourless patches on the velvet of the petals.

He walks complacently in the room, removing his coat and throwing it carelessly somewhere. He rolls his sleeves displaying the veiny arms. The rooms echo with the stomping of his shoes.

His smug grew wilder when he sees a figure trembling and shivering badly in his fear. He examines practically stabbing through her body. She was just wearing a white shirt that reached her mid-thighs, her skin decorated with bruises and blood patches. His eyes dilate in lust when he sees the thick busted lip.

Hwang Scouts down the level of the figure, who crawls back to the wall and trying to say something but she cannot only painful whimpers slips.

"Hmm" he hums with a frown on his face, suddenly something crosses his mind like a burning comet, though it was dangerous but wonderful to the least to say.

Mafia trails his hand on her skin which is swollen with the cuts, but he doesn't felt that, was instead he felt the skin smooth like butter, the sun-kissed one at that.

Those hazel eyes peers at him with fear and cowers down the floor only to be replaced with oceanic blue eyes which held irritation, those messy blonde exchanges themselves with ginger locks.

Glitches, his mind glitched with a certain girl he is obsessed with. His sanity flashes with the tears streak face of Phoebe. Wanting to feel the buttery skin of Phoebe beneath his fingers increases day by day. Which creates a horrendous loop of his thoughts where his mind is stuck like a chasm of gravity.

He shakes his head to not let himself slide in the thought of his obsession.

"Jessie...was it?"

Hwang asks the girl, who did not reply but tried to pry herself from calloused hands of his. His jaw clenched, sharpening the edge in irritation. Hye soo clasped her pale cheeks, which results in Jessie nods vigorously.

Then he smiles widely which is nothing but the evil that made Jessie's skin turn into ash and the last thing she knew was everything turned black.

He drowns her body into red crimson fluid, which makes the mafia yearn to see Phoebe in red liquid too. Her bare tanned skin would complement glorious red petals sprinkle against her skin. That would be implausibly, unbelievably stunning and liveliness would trickle in his body.

Oh boy, he loves that!

Calling his subordinate he finds, there's a business event was held where he can find Phoebe. How desperate he was to get a single glance of the girl. He would love the sight of Phoebe getting all scared. That boosts him just imagining her face.

A few days later.

Entering the magnificent building where the business meeting was arranged by showing the fake invitation card. He grinned evilly when he found Phoebe standing in her glory looking as beautiful as ever maybe a little more than before.

Oh how badly he wanted to pounce on her, but let's just wait until she notices him. As if the devil spell his chants Phoebe's gazes locked with him. With a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, he walked forward loving the way phoebe's face morphed into horror.

His steps get faster when Phoebe was getting out of his sight and finally, he lost her.

"Your luck petal!" He groaned in annoyance, he looked in every cubicle of the washroom where Phoebe was last seen, to his dismay she had outrun him.

"Fuck! fuck! you bitch I'll find you no matter what cost I had to set" smashing the mirror, he smirked evilly.

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[A/N: This chapter is to show how crazy Hwang Hye Soo is.]