—

as seungkwan walks outside in the cold dark night he feels a smile covering his face, he made hansol blush again. it's tough trying to contain himself when he's around hansol, he just want to touch hansol's red blushing cheeks. hold his head in his own arms, kiss his hair and breathe in his warm scent.

"my boo," he laughs at himself. "i never knew i was this cheesy."

as he's now a few hundred meters away from the shop he can catch a glimpse of an alley. the alley which would be a quicker way to his house, but the alley which would make him regret being lazy.

he cuts through the alley which couldn't be more than about 200 meters.

"hey, you!" a familiar voice yells and seungkwan feel himself freeze, with his backpack on his back and phone in his hand.

he does not dare to move from his spot and feels his hands and back sweat when hearing the slow footsteps of three people behind him. seungkwan closes his eyes and take a deep breath, open them back up and stare at the end of the alley, glossy eyes with a shimmer of desperation.

one.

the steps gradually coming closer.

two.

laughing becomes louder.

three.

seungkwan begin running, the approaching steps speed up as well and seungkwan feel himself running for his life. never in his life had he run this fast, it was never this important right?

they saw him in the shop.

they were looking for him and found him.

does that mean-

"get back here you fuck!" shownu's voice echoes in the dark.

they know who hansol is?

oh fuck.

grabbing.

"gotcha."

something tiny smacking against the hard ground and seungkwan feel his heart sink even more.

without his phone he was totally done for.

fuck.

a throbbing pain as seungkwan get thrown to the ground by the three bulky guys hovering over and around him.

a flashback to the time in the coffee shop. they came in as seungkwan saw them he slowly crept as far into his seat not to be seen, did they see him that time?

a kick in his stomach.

pain.

he screams.

they lift him up and push him against the brick wall, letting him dangle from his neck, getting choked as his feet are kicking. a weak gurgling sound coming from his throat as he attempts to scream out in pain and suffering.

"don't go to the coffee shop tomorrow. if you do you'll probably be sorry since you care so much about hansol, right?" a voice so close to his ear whisper but still distant.

they'll hurt hansol?

"if you continue going there, i feel bad for hansol, but we don't want any more people like you at our school, got it?" someone else says and laughs.

they'll hurt hansol!

"i mean if you survive that long." the third voice echoes in his head, it's shownu.

he grabs shownu's arm that's pushing on his throat, scratching with his nails, kicking them with his feet. he feels another stabbing pain in his stomach and as his sounds are gradually becoming weaker and quieter. tears streaming from his eyes, everything hurts beyond explanation.

i'm dying.

—

a/n: hello!!
sorry this is late but
i'm trying to find the time and
inspiration to write which is a lil tricky
also look at this sad chapter i can't believe
that i actually wrote it lmao oops hahahhh

-hanna