strings & bullets┃hajeongwoo (under revision)

〚 ch: four 〛

third person's pov.

"uncle, is this even necessary? i- i don't think i can do this" a man said in a hushed tone, his gaze fixed on the screen. he can't meet his uncle's eyes now, he's afraid.

"do it, you know you don't have any choice. your father would be very proud if he's here, he will be pleased" the man said calmly, his voice comforting as always.

the young man pondered, still staring at the screen, as train of thoughts ran through his mind.

will father be really proud of me? he liked it when my older brother did this, he even laughed. i want to hear his praise, i want him to hug me like my brother.

he hesitantly nodded and lifted his head meeting his uncle's eyes

"good." the man said briefly, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

jeongwoo's pov

tw // death !!

jeongwoo left the room to look for the little girl's brother, leaving her with junghwan. despite his reluctance to leave, his conscience would not allow him to sleep if he refuses the little girl's plea.

after hearing the girl's plea, junghwan told him to leave and even offered to defuse the bomb while he was looking for the girl's brother.

he walked down the hall, his gaze wandering around the dim light, eventually finding an old cabinet strangely positioned beside a wall, which he is certain is the cabinet the girl was referring to. he jumped to his feet and pushed the cabinet immediately. jeongwoo sighed, the cabinet was surprisingly heavy. his hand reached for the door, turned the knob, and walked through. he noticed a beautiful boy sleeping with a teddy bear tucked in between his arms, the little boy's body was bruised. his little hands were tightly wrapped in a cloth, and his mouth was taped shut. jeongwoo's heart clenched at the sight, but he wasted no time in untangling the cloth and gently pulling the tape. he walked out of the room with the boy in his arms, his heart pounding inside his chest.

the silence is oppressive and deafening. he can hear the bomb ticking inside his head, becoming more audible with each passing second.

junghwan...

only jeongwoo's heavy breath and steps can be heard as he bit his lips and walked faster towards the other room.

"junghwan!" he exclaimed, expecting an immediate response from the latter. his head began to throb, and his fingers began to ache once more.

what the hell is happening?

he yelled in his head, frustrated with whatever was going on.

"junghwan!" nobody replied, silence greeted him. even the girl could call him now, he's sure, why aren't they responding?

under the flickering lights he saw a figure crawling out of the room, incoherent noises coming from the latter's mouth. as a bleeding junghwan came into view, his heart pounded in his chest and his breath hitched.

jeongwoo's immediately on his feet and running, grabbing junghwan's shaking hands while whispering soothing words to him. he then turned his head to where the little girl was seated a while ago, not again expecting to witness a horrible scene. he was horrified, his throat burning. his stomach churned and he wanted to vomit.