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"n-n-no. i'm not. i'm not a murderer. i've never had the intention of killing people. stop lying to me !"
"oh yuta. come on. the person who killed kim jungwoo. the person who killed kim doyoung. the person who killed seo johnny, your best friend....is you."
"shut up !!"
yuta's eyes start to glaze over. and sicheng finally lets go of him.
"ok well what about those nightmares of yours ? honey those aren't nightmares. those were real life. your own killing sprees sweetheart."
yuta falls onto his knees. his head in his hands.
"i still....i don't believe you."
sicheng sighs, growing annoyed.
"fine then."
sicheng lifts yuta's chin to make him look at him. then he pulls a knife from inside his jacket. he then slits his hand.
'blood....black....blood....'
yuta thinks.
every human is born with red blood. the more crimes you commit, the blacker your blood becomes.
sicheng kneels down to meet yuta's eyes. and then he leans in, and kisses him. hard. so hard, that it draws blood.
sicheng pulls away, wipes yuta's lip with his finger, and holds it up to him.
"your blood is just as black as mine darling. so, what'll it be ? you stay here and get caught, or you come with me ? we're kinda running out of time."
and so, yuta makes his decision
without any hesitation.