★Entry5

Entry no. 5Nam y/n05/01/0000

A small scoff left your lips "Why do you look like you started a fight and lost?" You questioned as you noticed quokka man sitted on one of the infirmary beds with a bruised cheek and forming bruise ring around his eye.

He glared at you before letting out a bitter chuckle, you had never heard anything attractive coming out of him with his spoiled Sephora 12 year old whiny girl persona so having him let out a different kind of sound that you most definitely thought he was incapable of releasing kind of felt... Nice.

Anyway—

"Cause I started a fight and lost." Dead panned the male who looked just about done with the conversation when it just started "how does one start a fight then proceed to lose  said fight? " you said with a small amused smirk sitting on the side chairs beside the bed ignoring how adorable Jisung looked swinging his legs off the bed in a gentle repetitive motion   

"How does one lose?" He repeated the question rhetorically and you shrugged with a small smile "I don't know, skill issue?"

"Ya!" He jumped off the bed making a punch motion towards but failed to land properly causing him to fall face first on the cold tiled floor with a pained wince.

"Yeah, definitely a skill issue." You chuckled and he looked up at you from his falling position with a frown "cute." You commented causing quokka to stand up to pull a hurricane Milton on you.

"Excuse me?, cute? Cute!?, I am not cute, I am a grown as man , how the fuck am I cute , how dare you call me cute , do I look like a little boy to you , seriously what the actual fuck?!" He damaged his vocal chords in order to blow the fuse in your ear drums.

"Sit your 2incher ass down before you embrass yourself further cause as far as I know I've got balls bigger than the circumference of those cheeks so lose the audacity,  mature Like the man you claim to be and use what we call a fucking inside voice." You said glaring the older male who shut up and sat down with a small pouty frown.

"Why are you here anyway?" Jisung mumbled and you shrugged in response "I just remembered I have free will and can be anywhere I want within these chalky walls that cage us."

"The fuck-"

"Language please son, you're too young to know words like that"

"Bro like seriously"

"We don't want you corrupting that empty space up there"

"How does Seungmin deal with you. Wtf" he said shaking his head and leaving the room.

Side entry²Jeung Yeonjun 05/01/0000

Dr. Jeung let out a tired sigh as he removed his white coat, exhausted and ready to leave for the day when he heard the sound of his door lovking, which was odd because his key card was on the table infront of him, no one else had it and no one could get in or out without it.

He turned around and didn't see anyone before going to inspect the door. "Aish." He cussed under his breath when realising that he  wasted precious second being paranoid over nothing. Working with people with declining mentality networks was taking a toll on him after all.

"Jesus—" he let out a girly shriek as his vascular organ almost jumped out of his chest when he turned around to find someone sitted on one of the couches twirling a pen while looking as ever.

"Jesus..." he placed a hand over his chest "how the heck did you get in here?" He questioned the person who who just shrugged "what a stupid question, I wouldn't want to waste on answering."

Once taking a proper look at the person Jeung Yeonjun gulped silently before nervously laughing "ah– nowouldn't want you to do either"

"Sit."

Like the dog he was, he took a seat on the opposite couch sweating bullets at the stare the younger but very intimidating boy gave him.

"I-is there something you want?"

"You're stuttering, did you do something?"

"N-no"

"Then why are you stuttering, it's not like you went against my rule and touched my property" he said nonchalantly with a small shrug as he kept playing with his pen

"Sir... I would never, I promise I touched nothing that belongs to you, believe me when I say so please" yeonjun said with a tremble in his voice.

"Do I look like fool to you?" Losing his patience he yelled at the doctor who instantly stood from his seat bowing to him out of fear, man spreading and extremely his legs he looked up at the one he considered inferior

"Kiss my shoes, know your place, on your knees now! "

And that's how the 34 year old male found himself kissing the feet of a person way younger than him and boy did he not enjoy it "you are beneath me" chanted the younger.

"You.are.inferior , to me, to everyone around me and to my property am I clear? Do I make myself clear? Jeung Yeonjun? "

"S-sir"

"Shut the fuck up I did not give you permission to speak you retarded old piece of shit" he held a tight grip on yeonjun's hair making him wince in pain.

"I'm sorry."

"When I said you just break her I did not say take away what I was supposed to have, do you know how much I wanted to kill you for that? How much I want to kill you right now? — ha, I doubt" he said angrily sounding more and more pissed as the seconds go by.

Yeonjun was a fool, yeonjun was nothing but a pawn in his game, he was not a man, he was nothing but a dirty mutt he kept alive because he couldn't afford to lose him yet.

"I said make her believe she's going insane, not make her who she had become, I wanted her pure, untainted, but you had to go ruin that and you still had the balls to still stick around knowing what would happen if I found out?"

"I gave you a fucking month to run away but you still stuck around!" A loud painted cry echoed in the room as the pen the other was playing around with was stabbed into yeonjun's eye with harsh force going through the lens, damaging the vitreous body and out the macula, not to exaggerate or anything but he could feel it all as he dropped to the floor crying not knowing what to do.

When the pen made contact with his eye, he felt an intense, sharp pain that radiated through his eye socket and down to his cheekbone. A sudden burst of agony exploded in his eye, and the world around him was instantly flooded with flashing colors and light, as if the pen had somehow triggered a cosmic explosion in his field of vision. He instinctively shut his eye, and the whole world seemed to spin. The pain seemed to throb and pulse in the eye, as if the pen has somehow tapped into his most sensitive nerves. Despite the initial shock and intense pain, the feeling lingered as a dull ache, like a constant pin pricking at the skin every two seconds is what Yeonjun would describe it.

"F-fuck" he repeatedly sobbed in pain as the other watched him trying to himself every single darn reason on earth to not end that man.

Chan felt the fire of pure, white-hot anger in his chest, so intense that it burnt through his entire body. It was like the flame of vengeance, a violent, murderous desire burning with a scorching heat that was consuming him from within. His fingers twitched with an urge to strangle whoever was responsible for his rage, and his heart was pounding in his chest with the sheer force of the murderous feelings.

Bang Chan was never a violent person, he was sweet, nice, laid back, caring and a very very very very very very very very kind soul. Yes. A very kind and loving soul.

People just found ways to let his demons out,  you know, those things tucked deep deep down? Yeah those...Chan was a cinnamon roll with a few flawas that were forced out once every blue moon.

"You're making me seem like a monster" Chan said with a low tone looking at the pained Yeonjun,"I swear I'm not,  you're making a monster out of me" said the younger with a sigh pinching the bridge of his nose.

Trying to crawl away from the deranged male , Yeonjun wailed as he felt a burning pain from a kick chan set straight to his sternum and he was sure it would lead to bruising to severe sternal fractures. He sobbed as he felt as if he was gonna die.

Not to lie. He was going to die but not yet. Bang chan wasn't done with him. NONE. of his victims ever died a peaceful death.

Compared to the other 7 mentally inclined friends he had, he was the one you'd wish to never have murder you,  sure, they were all bad with...

Felix digging out eyes,atleast you were dead. Minho burying bodies, they were dead. Seungmin doing his own play of vampire diaries atleast his victims were dead by then. Jisung normally left them to die , Changbin was the most sympathetic of all. He'd just gently out them to sleep then bury them accordingly after cussing them out a few times. Hyunjin didn't even bother with morals and shit, he'd dress in his art apron , use your blood to paint your own portrait of your dying self making sure that was the last thing you saw before dying, at least he would Stab once and watch you die slowly,  jeongin... jeongin was a more pure Chan , Let's just say the victims were left unarmed (lmao)

Chan.... he was the reason stayzone was created, not to keep him safe from the out there but to protect the world from him. His family had tried to execute him multiple times in many different ways.

He was left In a burning building barely 8 months into this world because his mother had claimed that her child was hers no longer and was possessed by demons or maybe it was because she drank and did drugs whilst pregnant and refused to take responsibility

He had luckily been saves by his father who immediately sent his wife to jail with no second thought, At just 4 years old Chan had unintentionally pushed his younger 3 year old sister off the balcony or so they claimed.

At 5 years old Bang Chan was reported Gangnams youngest child murderer who had murdered his friends family in a fire but was let out uncharged die to koreas child crime laws.

At 6, his father sent him to his aunt in Australia who had tried shooting him in his sleep, running him over and stabbing the poor child but every single time. Bro refused to die. And after he brutally murdered his own aunt his father ,who was finally tired of him, built stayzone and had his son live alone there.

At first it was a mansion like place with million tons of rooms for him to explore and stuff but soon he realised that he could make money off having other 'rebellious' kids join when a far-off friend sent their son to him and soon enough the hauntingly large building had not 1 but 9 people.

No one ever knew what happened to the 9th kid, he was there one morning and the next he wasn't, no one knew, or atleast they pretended they didn't as if the mummified head in Chan's room wasn't there at all. They never asked any questions after all it was wither they spoke and had Mr Bang fire them or have Bang Jr. Hunt them like deer.