Simon's Game |nct 127|

I'm sorry.

A/n: Please before reading this chapter make sure to read the disclaimers I put in the first one (Disclaimers &Introduction).

This chapter contains murder and death.

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"MARK WHERE ARE YOU?! MARK?! MARK ANSWER ME!!!"

"H...hello?" A strange male voice answered the phone instead of Mark.

"Who..." Haechan stated. "WHO ARE YOU?!"

"Sir I'm...I'm terribly sorry I think..." The man paused, his voice trembling visibly every time he spoke. "Omg..." He gasped, trying to control his breathing. "I think I hit your friend."

"W...what?" Haechan's voice was weak...he couldn't believe what he was hearing...no...this...this couldn't have happened.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I called an ambulance, he...he is still breathing!!" The man reassured Haechan.

At this point the boy was trying to control his tears, trying hold them back desperately and not let them flow. His whole body was aching...why Mark...? "Where...." He managed to speak, gulping harshly. "Where is he?"

"The ambulance is here!!" The man announced to Haechan. "Don't worry sir your friend will be fine! We're going to the hospital now."

"WHICH HOSPITAL?!" Haechan asked loudly, wanting to immediately see if Mark was fine.

"The General Hospital sir. The General hospital." The unknown man said. "I'm terribly sorry I can't describe how I feel but I will make sure that your friend or relative is fine. I have to go now sir."

And the phone call ended.

Haechan stood still. His mind couldn't comprehend what had just happened. He was frozen, his heart beating faster and faster by any second that passed...

How could he continue without Mark...?

How...was he supposed to move on?

He lost one of the most important people in his life...

Tears were slowly running down his cheeks but he tried to prevent more from falling. He had to be strong...for Mark.

He opened his contacts and thought about who should call to give him a drive to the hospital.

"Yuta..." He wondered...but the man probably didn't have a car. "Taeyong..?" Yes. Maybe it was a better idea to call Taeyong. His vision was blurred from his tears but he still managed to press the button.

He just really hoped that the man was going to pick it up...

"Hello?"

"TAEYONG!!" Haechan immediately shouted and unconsciously more tears escaped from his eyes.

"Haechan! Are you ok?! What happened?!"

"It's about Mark..." Haechan sobbed quietly.

"What?! What happened?!"

"He...was hit by a car..." Haechan admitted, feeling the sentence he had to form rather hard.

"WHAT?! HOW?!"

"I don't know Taeyong but..." Haechan cried. "He is going to the General Hospital can...can you drive me there?" He asked...practically begging. "Please...?"

"O...of course Haechan! Where are you? I'm coming!"

"I will sent you my address...please Taeyong hurry..."

"Yes. Haechan don't worry everything is going to be fine."

"Thank you Taeyong..." He whispered, his chords cracking at his words.