𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (𝟭-𝟲). ❥ cix.

4.08 ;; another damn attachment, another damn mistake

The days had been generally uneventful. Yonghee and Hyunsuk by my sides, nowhere near as bad as I first thought they would be.

The only difference was when I returned early from my dinner preparations, finding that the only other person around was Seunghun's boy toy—he had a name, for god's sake, Byounggon.

I sat down on the bench next to him, shifting awkwardly. "You done too?"

"Yeah," Byounggon answered simply. I thought back to what he had said to Soobin. Was I also not worth his time? It didn't matter anyways.

Byounggon spoke again, catching me off guard. "What was your name again?"

"Bae Jinyoung," I answered. "You seem nervous."

"Do I?" Byounggon chuckled, rolling up his sleeves. "I guess I'm just on the lookout."

"For someone?"

Byounggon turned his head sharply at me, but at that moment, Yonghee returned. I stood up from the log. "Keep it up, Byounggon," was all I said.

When night fell, I could hear Yonghee sneak out of our cabin. He wasn't as subtle as me, clearly not experienced, but I still followed behind him. Not directly, of course, but just to see what he could be up to.

Surprisingly, I stepped out of the cabin to find Yonghee absolutely nowhere. There was no sign of him, which made no sense. He clearly didn't know how to disappear like that, so how had he?

I started towards the tents, wearing of my footing. There was a root I could easily trip on over here, if I remember correctly, and—

"Shit!" I tripped on a stray branch of firewood, unable to conceal the sound of it breaking or the noise I let out as I fell. Lo and behold, my luck had me falling in front of the camp leader's tent.

I was hoping that Seojun wouldn't stir, but it seemed like he was already awake based on how quickly the tent opened. He grinned down at me, eyes creepy in a way that I hadn't seen before.

"Jinyoung," Seojun said to me, pleased. He sounded like he was expecting me.

"I swear, sir," I stood up, brushing off my knee. It felt scraped. "I'll leave right now, I promise. I just needed to use the bathroom."

"Like I haven't heard that one before." Seojun pulled someone from his pocket, which shone in the moonlight. A knife. "Why don't you come in and we can have a little chat."

As much as I'd had a knife in my hand, I never faced against someone with one as well. I wondered if all the people that I'd killed felt the same. Did they have as little hope as I did? All I could think about what how lost they must have been. How defenseless they felt. How desperate.

How terrified they were.