|Weak Hero| School Day Sorrows [One Shot Collection]

Wake Up (Donald and Kingsley)

Donald noticed that his office was much quieter, colder, and emptier. 'Where's Kingsley?' He frowned. 'He's always here on time. If he's running late, he'd text or call me,' He took out his phone and called Kingsley's phone. It went straight to voicemail. 'He's probably exhausted. He's been working hard this past couple days and I noticed that he was always tired. I'll let him rest for today. I can handle today's work by myself,'

Deep down, Donald felt that there was something wrong. If Kingsley needed a day off, why hadn't he called and told him? Donald wanted to go to Kingsley's apartment and check up on him, but thought that he would seem paranoid. 

'He'll be back tomorrow,' He silently told himself. 'I'm overreacting. I've been so used to him that it just feels weird without him here,'

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When Kingsley didn't show up to his office the next day, Donald immediately left and drove to Kingsley's apartment. He knocked on Kingsley's front door but received no response. Donald dialed Kingsley's number once again and heard the faint ringtone coming from inside the apartment. He took out the spare key Kingsley had given him and entered.

"Kingsley?" Donald called and made his way over to the bedroom.

Donald slowly reached for the door knob and found it unlocked. He found Kingsley lying in bed, his glasses slightly ajar and one of his arms hanging off the side of his bed. Both of his eyes were closed.

There was blood coming from Kingsley's mouth, but it was already dried and a darker shade than fresh blood, meaning that it wasn't recent. 

"Come on, Kingsley. You shouldn't be coughing up or vomiting blood. You need to get that checked out. I'll drive," He gently shook Kingsley's arm. 'Why is your skin so cold?'

Donald refused to believe that Kingsley was dead. He thought that Kingsley was just a heavy sleeper and shook Kingsley once more, this time rougher than before. "Wake up! Get up! Fucking listen to me, Kingsley!" 

Kingsley still did not react nor did he respond.

'I shouldn't be crying! There's nothing to be sad about! Kingsley's not dead!' Donald tried to wake Kingsley up for a few more minutes. 

He shakily put a hand to Kingsley's wrist and felt no pulse.

"Why?" Donald's voice trembled and sounded nothing like the feared, confident, powerful leader of the Yeongdeungpo Union. "Why don't you have a pulse?"

I told them to stop hurting Grape, so they killed Kingsley instead.