strings & bullets┃hajeongwoo (under revision)

〚 ch: eight 〛

third person's pov.

"is the officer dead?" a man spoke from the other line, asking the old man if the officer's already dead.

the man turned his head to the officer inside the room, he fainted when one of his men smacked his head.

he gulped before answering, the officer is still haruto's soulmate. killing him would also mean killing haruto "the officer's dead hiro."

the man on the line smirked, he knows his brother is lying. he had eyes everywhere, from the moment both haruto and the officer knew they were soulmates to this.

"good." he said and dropped the call, he then called his secretary.

"push the button once kiro is out of the warehouse."

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kiro gave the officer and junghwan one last look before turning to leave.

junghwan watched him and got up to his feet bringing the scissor jeongwoo had found a while ago, now noticing another bomb was placed under the chair. he didn't hesitate to walk towards jeongwoo, now looking at the man one last time. he memorized his features, he wanted to remember jeongwoo's face before dying.

as their memories flashed through his mind, he sobbed, his palms covering his face. it's painful to die like this, and it's even more painful to let go. junghwan wiped his tears and grabbed jeongwoo's arm, holding back another tear as he glanced at the glowing red string. he was about to cut it when he was stopped by the thought of jeongwoo being in pain. he'll be in mourning for his death and suffering from the pain the string will inflict on him. he then threw away the scissor and hugged jeongwoo tightly, tears streaming down his cheek. as jeongwoo's silly grin flashed through his mind, he sobbed, his palms covering his face. it's painful to die like this, and it's even more painful to let go.

"i'm sorry woo.. sorry for leaving like this." he whispered and glanced at the bomb.

he stood up and grabbed jeongwoo's vest. junghwan added weight to his arms as he carried the sleeping boy, limping while carrying the boy and pulling jeongwoo. as he walked down the hall, his lips quivered and his body ached. it was a painful sight to see him pulling jeongwoo with tears streaming down his cheeks.

junghwan has reached the basement stairs, but he is unable to climb up. he then placed the boy in jeongwoo's arm, his body becoming numb with each second. he cried again, he wanted to coo at the sight, but he knew better. three of them were bruised, but jeongwoo had it tough, his body appeared shattered and his face was covered in blood.

he caressed jeongwoo's stained cheek, a smile forming on his lips as he kissed the latter on the forehead.

"live jeongwoo.. for me"

as soon as junghwan said those words, he rushed to his feet, now running towards the room. he didn't mind the pain as he continued running, his footsteps getting heavier. he carried the girl in his arm before locking the door, he took a glance at the bomb.