#꒰୨୧◞ dohyun 。self para⠀.ᐟ

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The wind blew sharply, its coldness cutting through Dohyun like a knife as he stared down at his hands. He could feel the warmth, the slickness of blood in contrast to the chill of the night.

It wasn’t supposed to develop in this way, but he supposed it was bound to happen one way or another; there was only so much a person could handle before they finally snapped, and Dohyun had hit that point. Years of being locked up in his own home like some common prisoner, caged in like an undeserving bird, had left him seeking release regardless of the consequences.

His family was strict and too centered on Dohyun becoming their heir. It wasn’t what he wanted, yet it would be pushed upon him. The mere thought of the responsibility he would need brought a frown to his face; he didn’t possess even an ounce of what was needed, and he didn’t care to learn. It wasn’t for him. The lifestyle, the riches; none of it mattered to him. He’d sooner be a poor man, the scum of the streets, rather than continue living a miserable life led by his family.

His eyes bore holes into the corpse in front of him. His need for escape could be considered greedy, but was it really? Is it not an instinctual need for freedom possessing him? The same thing those around him had, yet he lacked? Seeing the same walls every day for years upon years, the same people coming and going as they pleased while he stayed tethered to the confines of the home he grew to detest; it was maddening and enraging, frustrating.

His hands wiped along the front of his perfectly tailored hanbok; the one his parents had gifted him, leaving dark red in their path. His father deserved this. He deserved to have the life violently forced out of him, and by extension, his wife as well. One was just as bad as the other, and Dohyun felt personally wronged by both of them. Not once did his mother come to his defense; always fearing speaking up to a man, knowing full and well how lowly women were looked upon and the repercussions it brought. He supposed he couldn’t fully blame her, but her life didn’t deserve to be spared. No one’s did.

After taking a quick look around, Dohyun finally rose to his feet. There were two options laid before him: turn himself in and be executed or hide the bodies and never be seen again. He could stage an accident and disappear, leaving people to wonder what happened to him. Burning their home with his parent’s bodies inside seemed like the simple approach; one that he hoped no one would look further into and suspect him. He’d never done something like this before; hiding bodies was a foreign job, one that needed thorough thought, but he felt panic rise in his chest at the idea of leaving a trace back to himself.

He'd made up his mind; regardless of that sensation of fear bubbling in his chest and down to his core, there were no better options. The best he could hope for was that no one would look further into a house fire, and no one would question his whereabouts, although he knew it was unlikely. People would question where the family's heir had disappeared to. If he were lucky, they may think he had been taken, and that was the only thought that carried him through his plans.

He stood back and watched the house incinerate, the heat felt against his face as he quietly just stared. It wouldn't take long for someone to notice, but it would take a considerable amount of time for the blaze to actually be extinguished. That much he knew. While the people were busy trying to put out the fire and rescue the family they thought was inside, Dohyun would be running and hiding.

No one would be the wiser, he hoped. No one would know he ran away and went into hiding. Perhaps no one would even suspect him if they hadn't found him. However the scene progressed and played out, it was no longer Dohyun's problem. He had better things to think of, and he felt no remorse for what he did. There wasn't a single ounce of regret; he was going to move on from his previous life and start anew. At least that was the plan.

Unfortunately for Dohyun, not everything always goes as planned.

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