First Step

Moonjo felt a kind of high he never felt before. This particular feeling that he never felt before completely overtook his other senses. The desire to be the only one for Jongwoo. He quietly sat beside him, although the bed was too small. Jongwoo was way too drugged to understand or make anything out of the situation.

Oh, and there it was. That twisted face he made whenever he was asleep. Some kind of nightmare. Moonjo was never the kind who cared enough about all of these little things but jagiya was special. He knew he had the potential inside of him. These animalistic instincts that most boring humans felt the need to hide. Moonjo knew all his dearest needed was a little push and it would all come out of the facade he is putting on.

Jongwoo was a bit jumpy in his sleep. Moonjo also found it endearing knowing someday it was all going to go away. This side of him, the one who was so innocent - Moonjo wanted to savor it. He leaned towards his face, observing the uneven breaths of Jongwoo. Even without realizing it, Moonjo's eyes slowly went down toward his lips.

Oh.

Sure, he was being observant but Moonjo didn't exactly loom over this little detail much before this. Sure, he did wonder earlier how good he would look underneath him. But seeing him up close, and realizing how plump his lips were, brought a new form of excitement. He watched his lips in awe, wondering how soft they must be.

Moonjo stroked Jongwoo's hair lightly as took notice of the expression. Jongwoo was starting to breathe steadily. He continued his actions. The next few steps he wanted to take were something new. He didn't know if his experiment would work but he was willing to see the results. His other hand hovered over his face, as he slowly placed the hand under his nose.

He wanted to test it out. If Jongwoo would take in his scent and feel at ease at his touch. Moonjo did adore the way he trembled in fear sometimes, but now that he has come to see him close, there is no way he can just keep maintaining this distance between them.

He just needed to lure him in, make him find some kind of comfort with his touch and smell. Oh, jagiya would surely be very confused at first for going back and forth between his emotions like that. It might even hinder his plans for making his masterpiece.

But there's no fun if there is no risk involved, is there?

[ TIME SKIP ]

Jongwoo woke up groaning, feeling nauseous. He needed to get it together. He sat on his chair and opened his laptop. He was about to go to his word file but stopped midway.

The dust was missing. Someone was in his room.

He dashed out of his room now that he was sure of his suspicion of towards where the landlady resided. "Ms. Eom, someone broke into my room," he said.

The landlady as usual smiled and said, "What do you mean? Nobody lives here that would do that."

"I'm telling you, somebody broke into my room! I'm sure!" he said.

"Who would do that?" Ms. Eom asked.

"That's why I'm asking you to check. The surveillance camera is still working, right? Please check it." Jongwoo said, annoyance laced in his words.

Ms. Eom realized that there was no way that she could back out from this. But it was fine. She had all of it under control anyway.

As the both of them sat to check the footage, there was a moment that caught Jongwoo's attention. But before he could absolutely confirm his suspicions, there was a glitch and no more footage was present. Jongwoo tried to fix it but to no avail.

But he was sure. It was the pervert living in Unit 313. And he was seeing red.

While Ms. Eom tried to stop him from arguing with the pervert, he slowly started to lose control. It didn't help the fact that pervert found it fucking funny. Their fight would've escalated but a voice stopped him. And the rest of it was something he was trying to forget. The whole apartment complex was full of people who looked at him and smiled at his actions. It was weird.

It was scary.

But something made his heart feel at ease after a bit. As he was trying to cool down in his room, there was a knock on his door.

"Can we talk?"

More like it was a presence of a sane mind who made him feel at ease - Moonjo.

[ TIME SKIP ]

"Why'd you do that back there?" Moonjo said capturing the city on his phone, as he slowly shifted the camera towards Jongwoo, "You don't look like someone who'd get so worked up."

"Has someone ever broken into your room?" Jongwoo asked, "The man in Unit 310 also said that someone broke into his room. Are you filming me right now? What are you doing?"

Moonjo ended the video and put his phone in his pocket, "You looked nice." Maybe he should've recorded a bit more to capture his reaction.

Because he looked...red. Not from anger like before, no. He was blushing. Oh, how adorable jagiya...

Jongwoo fidgeted, trying to continue their conversation from earlier. Although Moonjo wanted to tease him a bit more, he needed to continue with his plans. "Ms. Eom said that the footage didn't show the footage break in right?"

"That's because the camera broke down right before he went in. But he definitely broke in, I'm sure of it."

"Right, everyone who lives here is a bit strange," Moonjo said.

Jongwoo started rambling about the situation. Although he adored every part of him, sometimes he could get boring. Moonjo wanted it to be faster. He could wait a lot of time to create his masterpiece, but this time it was different.

This time he had to suppress his urge of touching him. Making him his, completely erasing any other nuisance of existence from his life.

Although he knew the next words he will utter will do the exact opposite, Moonjo knew that later he would have no option but run back to him. He couldn't help it. He was excited to see his reaction too. Because earlier, he was impressed. Jongwoo definitely had it in him, to become the exact replica of himself. But he still had the boring moral conscience holding him back.

"But, you really wanted to kill the man back there, didn't you? You had a chill of fear thinking that the pervert who watches weird videos alone broke into your room and touched your stuff, right? You think you don't fit into this place, right? You think you're different. But you're scared at the same time. You're worried that you'll become like one of them." Moonjo said. He could see Jongwoo's face display an expression of discomfort. Maybe it was enough. He couldn't let him avoid him more than required.

So he laid in a few words of comfort as well. "But don't worry, you're different from them. Unlike the others, you can do what you want to and whenever you want to."

Jongwoo took out his phone, which was ringing, and said, "Sorry, if you're done talking, I'll have to take this call."

He scurried away from the terrace towards the staircase like a rabbit. Moonjo watched him and chuckled.

"You're not like the others of course," Moonjo whispered under his breath, "You're like me, jagiya."