Ugh, wattpad deleted the second half of this chapter while I was writing it and I'm LIVID I tell you!

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"Self destruct sequence initiated. Seven minutes," the woman's automated voice haunted the blonde as he sprinted gracefully through the old and abandoned base. The halls smelled of mould, neglect and blood, much like they had when everyone decided it was time to let it go. His boots thundering against the worn, carpeted floor was the only sound to accompany his quick breaths and hammering heart.

Jaemin couldn't believe he was actually doing this.

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead," he started to chant as he skidded around a corner and picked up the speed yet again. Stairs appeared down the hall and he took no time in hopping up onto the banister to slide down into the darkness, listening to the sound of arrows whizzing past down the centre for unprepared thieves.

Luckily, Jaemin amounted to a little more than a thief on this occasion, as he was merely taking back what had always been his. The stairwell ended as quickly as it had appeared and soon the outlaw was slowing off to walk through the shadows carefully, finding the door he knew was here. It smelled even worse down this far, like rat piss as well.

The wall met his outstretched hands and he felt along it's cold surface until the sensation of a doorknob interrupted the journey. Twisting it with one harsh snap, he broke the worn lock and kicked the whole thing down.

"Six minutes."

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," he sighed, wandering into the infamous Jupiter Crypt and allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. A few cement boxes holding various 'respectable' corpses were dotted here and there, confusing him for a moment as to which one was Mark's. God, where was he buried again?

The names weren't faded or anything, but the lack of light definitely made life difficult to discern who was who. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it on, thankful for his habit of shutting it down after use, or else the damn thing would've died while stuck with Renjun. The flashlight was weak as hell, but enough to live with.

"Five minutes."

"Let's see...." he hummed, stepping up to the first one in front of him amidst the maze, "Whoops, Nakamoto Yuta. Sorry Bro, that was an accident." He patted the stone apologetically before moving on and looking to the next one. Some of these weren't even people he remembered, probably friends of Lord and Duchess from when they were leaders. He found younger deceased members mixed with older ones, cringing when he crossed another accidental death on his behalf; Liu YangYang. They were training together and the knife.....slipped. He'd only been fifteen, which was a massive pity - possibly the reason he was buried here in the first place.

It took a few more glances around, but he eventually found Mark's little cosy spot in a corner. He'd never visited him before, as he'd fled after the murder. This would be.....tough.

"Four minutes."

"Shut up, Lady!" He hissed, hurrying again and placing his phone on the lid face-up, sliding the heavy object to the side with a great deal of strength and effort. Within, he found his old best friend and brother, as pale as a ghost and as dead as dead could be. His skin was decaying, which was understandable after three years, and assumably this cold and dark space preserved these bodies to look a little less gnarled with time.

"Hey Markie," he whispered, leaning over and hesitating when touching his face. It felt weird, actually....like one swipe of the finger would pull the flesh away. Let's not do that, the blonde grimaced, pulling his limb back and pushing the lid away further to see his upper torso. Luckily, his beloved 'Bandit' was exactly where rumours had informed she'd be. She was his lovely handgun that had been a present from this very leader all those years ago. "Aw, my love, I've missed you," he cooed, picking it up and admiring it.

With that, he knew he needed to get that hell out of there if he wanted to live another day. Jaemin's mission to collect his partner in crime was complete, and with this weapon that he'd killed Mark with, he'd kill his lover. Hyuck would surely have the same plans as him, which was rather unfortunate.

"Bye bye, Markie," he waved, dashing through the darkness once again towards the exit.

"Three minutes."

"Hah, plenty of time."

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Donghyuck paced along the pier over and over, lost in his own head and looking all too creepy while doing so. He only made it to a specific point each time and would double back and turn around to do it again. Had the people of this area not known who he was, they'd have been worried about a stalker lurking. His affinity with the children was well admired, and everyone had been concerned for his mental health ever since the childcare centre had been temporarily closed after Jisung's death and the kids' trauma. He wasn't in a great state anyway, and there were multiple extra reasons to load into the bag of stress.

This part of the promenade was actually special to the young leader. He knew it well, and it was where he and Jaemin had met for the first time. They played twenty-one questions....chatted for hours out here after dates.....bonded while looking down to the river'a beautiful dance. All those days and nights where they'd feigned who they were and acted so 'normal'....did that make their relationship fake?

No, Donghyuck inwardly insisted, I was never fake for him. Hell, I never even knew who was I before he dragged the real me out. Did I know the real him, though? He wanted it to be true. He wanted to think that Nana loved him genuinely and not just for a fun game.

Hyuck glanced down to the riverbank from where he was walking, catching sight of a dishevelled, humanoid figure all washed up and forsaken. The water drowning the body looked cold, as the skin was a sickly white-blue....how unfortunate. The brunette would usually have been the type to care, but for once, he just didn't. He had enough of his own problems to be laden down with without dealing with the suicidal people this city had to offer.

"Me too, Dude," he sighed, lingering on it a little before pretending he'd never even seen it in the first place. The pacing continued. Up and down, up and down, aimlessly wandering like a lost soul. He still couldn't seem to retreat from his own thoughts, and one's own mind was such a terrifying place when left to explore it. What the hell could he do?

A part of Donghyuck was sort of hoping that Jaemin would walk along this stretch as well, to reminisce on what they had like he did. To want it all back even if he shouldn't have. To desire the basic interaction that Haechan was so desperately longing for right now as well. Damn it, I'm fucked.

Did his 'ex' by default even have a heart? Wasn't that an old rumour about Nana; that he held no soul?

The longer he wandered across the pavement aimlessly and pondered over these silly things, the harder it was for him to accept that his reality was dire and shit. Nothing would change how many horrible decisions he'd made or what path he'd chosen. A mafia. A fucking mafia.

Jeez, jumping into that ice-cold water didn't seem like such a bad idea anymore. He moved to lean against the railing and look out over the Han River. She was beautiful, he'd admit....even with that corpse obscuring it. The adult couldn't help but stare at it again, since humans tended to have a morbid fascination with death. Hyuck wondered what had made that guy's life so horrible that he chose to end it. Was he a star-crossed lover too?

"Hang on...." he frowned, narrowing his eyes a bit to view the water-sodden clothes that clung to the male's back. They were oddly familiar, strangely enough, and he couldn't put his finger on it. "He's been in there all night....hasn't he?"

The more brainpower he used to decipher what it was he was grasping at, the more these flashes of worry clouded his vision. "Holy shit, please tell me I'm delusional!" Suddenly taking off in a sprint, Donghyuck clambered down the narrow stairs given and skipped the last few to land on the bank.

He scrambled to the body and dropped to his knees while pulling it to turn around and face him.

No....

This isn't true....

I'm imagining things....

There was no possible way that Huang Renjun would throw himself off a bridge, was there? He wasn't so miserable that he'd take his own life like this, was he? The denial set in fast as the taller's breath hitched and created a tight pain in his chest, leaving him suffocated and anxious. "Junnie....is that you?" He whimpered, placing his hand over his freezing cheek and gliding the thumb across his cheekbone.

He was so.....gone. So wasted and empty, unlike any corpse the younger had ever seen before. Everything was barren from his colour, to his vibrancy, to his heat. Nothing remained that could even separate this figure from that of a doll.

"Oh my God..." Donghyuck choked, watching little flecks of his own salty tears drip over Renjun's face. "O-Oh my fucking God...."

Shaking the older, he started getting all wound up and upset. "Come on, Renjun! Damn it, wake up! You're so selfish, Baby! So selfish! Don't leave me!" He wailed. His shoulders were shuddering and shaking uncontrollably, his eyes clouded with terror. "Wake up!"

His head jerked up, eyes sailing over to the walkway above as he attempted to spot pedestrians. "Somebody help me!" He cried, voice raw with constant sadness and tone absolutely destroyed. "P-Please, somebody help me!"

His hands were shaking, causing the body to tremble too. Haechan shouted and shouted until people started to gather at the protective railings and look down at their miserable forms. "Please! I need help!"

Someone came down. Someone unfamiliar, and frankly, unimportant to the leader. Right now, his heart was shattering yet again for a boy who'd left him behind.

Christ, now he'd lost not only Jisung and Jaemin, but Renjun as well. That was it, wasn't it? Who the hell did he even have left? Who was around that he called a friend? Who cared about him like those three did?

The world around him suddenly took a wine-red tinge, void of any light or life. The people running to his aid were faceless, and the calls and demands being fired through the air were simply white noise to his own deafening drums.

The weight of Renjun in his arms disappeared as he stared out towards the water, getting nudged and tugged to his displeasure. He really, really had no one left now....

What am I doing?

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