Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Sixty-Three

FELIX WONDERED IF THIS WAS WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO BE A SPY. HE SLIPPED AROUND THE SIDE OF Jisung's house, ducking under windows and hoping he was shielded from view. All he needed was proof; if he could somehow get enough evidence that Jisung was in danger, he could head straight to the police.

Whether or not they fought, Jisung was still his best-friend, and he wasn't going to drop it until he was absolutely certain that he was safe. Once he'd made it to the fence blocking off any access to their backyard, he looked around cautiously before he tried to push it open, but unluckily for him, it was locked.

He stretched slightly before he secured his hands on the top of the fence before hoisting himself up and jumping over the side without so much as breaking a sweat; man was it nice to have such strong muscles. He was positively sure that the door Jisung's dog had been scratching at was what lead into the basement.

He'd only ever been in Jisung's basement once – there wasn't much of anything in there – but from the basic layout of every house he'd ever visited, there should have been a window leading from the basement to the outside, and he hadn't seen any on the sides of the house, so the only option left was the one in the backyard.

He spotted it with relative ease – Jisung's backyard was pretty small, not to mention empty – and he quickly headed towards it, biting his lip as he shook off the nerves that had started festering in his stomach; what he was doing was technically illegal. He got down on all-fours and peered in through the dirty window. He squinted in an attempt to see better because he could see a shadowy figure in the corner of the basement, unmoving.

Is that Jisung? He thought, hoping against every fibre of his being that he was wrong. About that, about his whole theory. He raised a tentative fist and knocked on the window, loud enough for anyone in the room to hear.

The figure stirred and looked up before its body suddenly jolted and it scrambled towards the window. Mere moments later, Jisung's face popped up on the other side of the window, his expression twisted into a slight grimace.

Felix jumped back, his jaw dropped before he looked around, attempting to open the window, but, it too was locked. Shit, he cursed, eyes quickly sweeping over the backyard to find something he could use to break the window.

He spotted a small shed in the corner of the backyard and stood up and quickly headed over to it. He rummaged through it, but the only thing he found that could be strong enough to break through the window was a gardening shovel.

This'll have to do, he grumbled, but just as he was about to step out of the shed, the backyard door slid shut. "I know I heard something," the muffled voice of Jisung's father froze him in his tracks, quickly followed by his wife's reply, which Felix couldn't quite catch.

"Do you think he's trying anything?" Asked Mr. Han, and Felix bit his lip, holding his breath in ridiculous hopes that it would somehow make it harder to find him. Felix slowly slid his phone out, eyes travelling down to his phone screen, snapping up every few moments to see if the door to the shed would open.

This is bad.

"HYUNG":

[Jisung's trapped in the basement

I'm stuck in the shed

Help]

He returned his phone to his back pocket, looking around the small space cluttered with tools before he attempted to maneuver into a better hiding place. Maybe, if he hid well enough, he wouldn't be seen even if they opened the door to the shed.

He let out a silent sigh of relief when he'd manage to squeeze in between two large crates of what could only be fertilizer and dirt – he'd really had no idea that Jisung's parents were gardeners – and remained unmoving, tensing when the door to the shed creaked open.

He closed his eyes, biting his lip, holding on to his breath, unmoving. "Must have been your imagination. You bothered me for nothing," Mrs. Han complained, and Felix could barely hear it over the sound of his own heartbeat. Just as they were about to leave the shed – possibly the worst thing that could have happened, did happen.

His damned phone dinged as a notification undoubtedly displayed itself on his screen.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Felix's eyes widened when he was suddenly pulled from his hiding place and thrown to the floor of the shed. He winced and looked up, eyes burning in a fierce glare.

"You should really learn to mind your own damn business, boy."

A/N: Pretty sure the next chapter is the last one, my boos!

Q: Have you ever tried writing in the present tense? (courtesy of OCT0619)

A: I, um -- w e d o n o t s p e a k o f t h a t. In my early days of writing, most likely. However, that stuff -- although it helped me get to where I am today -- I think is just nasty now. Those fics are a great learning curve but I'd honestly die if any of you ever read them, because I got much better than I was back then. There is a reason I write in omnipresent/close third-person POV with a past tense; it's just what flows better and allows me to tell the story the way I want to :p

Lots of love,

~Junnie