Knew You’d Be a Natural

‘I always knew you’d be a natural,’ Moonjo says, after Jongwoo has yanked the knife free, and the blood from the landlady’s throat sprays out. It gets on Jongwoo’s face, but he hardly seems to notice; he’s turned his attention back to Moonjo.

‘Is that why I’m doing all the work?’

Moonjo smiles. ‘I enjoy seeing other approaches. It helps give a fresh perspective.’

Jongwoo wipes the knife on his shirt. ‘Really.’ His voice is flat, but his eyes flicker over Moonjo. ‘Isn’t it just that it turns you on?’

‘That’s you, babe.’

Jongwoo’s eyes drift away again. He likes to imagine himself unaffected, Moonjo has noticed. But he hears everything. Feels everything.

‘Tell you what,’ Moonjo says, ‘I’ll take the next one.’

‘I thought you wanted to do it together.’

‘Isn’t that what we’re doing?’

Maybe Jongwoo had something else in mind. Holding someone still, while Moonjo slit their throat. Or vice versa. Jongwoo likes blades, while Moonjo has always preferred to use his hands.

He wasn’t lying, when he said he liked to see other people’s approaches.

But Jongwoo isn’t wrong either. Seeing Jongwoo deliver a killing blow; seeing him dressed in other people’s blood; it is a turn on.

Still. There will be time to deal with that later.