I love you, but i will kill you.

It was already late in the evening, the silence of the night weighed on Khan's already tense nerves. At night it is so deserted, lonely and quiet, as if the living becomes dead. I want to go out for a walk in such an atmosphere. Many houses were decorated with bright lights, which was very pronounced, but at the same time was an unusual feature of the city. The moon gave the sky a magical look, the stars shone so brightly that I wanted to get at least one from the sky. the night is beautiful. He's just a poor student who runs to work right after school and stays there until five o'clock in the evening. The salary is small, but what did you want from the waiter? But if you add up the scholarship, salary and financial assistance from the guy, there is enough for food. So, today a particularly picky customer demanded a refund for his half-eaten noodles, which in general costs about one dollar. After fiddling with the change, although it was definitely not the waiters' concern, Han exhaled and trudged to the bus stop. Approaching the schedule, the latter was disappointed to find that the nearest bus was still twenty minutes away. After performing simple calculations of time, the guy realized with fear that he would be home only by eight o'clock in the evening. Getting on the bus, Jison tried to even out his breathing and turned on the music in his headphones for peace of mind. Han's boyfriend, Lee Minho, was really jealous, even too much. Ji's every step was controlled, Lee knew absolutely everything, from the end of the working day and study, to the name of every student or teacher with whom Han crossed paths. The latter does not even remember the last time he saw his relatives, not to mention the presence of friends. And now, climbing the stairs, he slowly approaches the door. Taking out the keys with shaking hands, the breath is lost. Fear covers the throat, cramps the limbs, and the chest suddenly became cold. Slowly turning the keys in the keyhole, Han, hoping that Minho is already asleep and went to bed in a sober state, presses the door handle. She creaks treacherously, opening an apartment in which there is only darkness. Crossing the threshold of the apartment, Jison silently closes the door behind her. Click! The light turned on, showing the figure of a guy looking right at him with dilated pupils. It's even worse than Sony thought, his boyfriend is not just drunk, he's on drugs, and in this state his actions can be terrible. A loud voice pulls him out of his thoughts: — And where have you been? — I, I was detained... — Khan began his explanation. — Don't lie to me, whore! Ho interrupted him, "you're cheating on me, you! The wreath on the guy's neck swelled, the voice became more hysterical, and it was already scary. Jison was beginning to realize that his boyfriend was in a dangerous state right now and had no control over his actions, much less his words. After attempting to leave the apartment, he was roughly grabbed by the collar and dragged into the kitchen. At the same moment, Khan met the back of his head with the tile. Lee Minho towered over him with shifty eyes. The latter's hand was already opening the cabinet with knives, smiling insanely. A sharp grin changed his face when the idea came to him. — Do you know what my boy Honey? I've been dreaming of tasting you for a long time, let's make my dream come true? Lee began in a gentle voice, approaching and looming over Jison more and more. The latter tried to get up, but a blow to the stomach forced him to lie down. — Don't worry, I love you Honey, I love you... — Sonya's boyfriend whispered, stabbing with a knife with notches in the stomach and collarbones. It was the last declaration of love in Khan's life. Only after the third blow, he was dead, and Minho did not let up, after 7 minutes he stopped, looking thoughtfully at the work done, everything was covered in blood, pieces of Jison's flesh were lying on the floor and on the dead body itself. Licking the knife, Minho smiled crazily. — We never found out with whom you cheated on me Honey, why you are silent... The madman said thoughtfully. — Why are you silent, Han Jison?! — Lee breaks into a scream. — You don't want to talk, okay, you forced me. — the guy said, opening S.E. veins and licking the remnants of blood from the knife. So two guys died, one through the fault of his boyfriend, and the second from insanity, overriding all thoughts except one obsessive: "what does my boyfriend taste like"