Her Name | pjm

February .C h a p t e r T h i r t y E i g h t.

Sungwoon stopped the car in front of the building and got off. Slowly, with a confident step he walked over to my side and opened the doors. "Get out." He commanded. Fear overwhelming me, I couldn't even move my legs. Sungwoon took his gun out in a quick motion and pointed it at me. "Get. Out." I inhaled harshly and got out of the car. Like a complete idiot, I held on to the memory of Jimin's smiling expression as something to provide me comfort. "Walk." Sungwoon commanded and rammed the gun against my back. Barely controlling my body I started to stumble over to the building. We walked in complete silence, he was behind me a couple of steps and the overwhelming anxiety was eating me inside. I didn't know if he'll pull the trigger now or in the building, and I found myself barely breathing. When we stepped inside the building it was difficult to see, I stumbled a few times on the uneven cement floors, whereas Sungwoons heel echoed his confident steps.

We were in the middle of the empty hall when Sungwoon commanded me to stop. Involuntarily, I raised my arms and closed my eyes, allowing tears to fall down. I was about to give up. I just wanted him to finish it quickly, I couldn't handle the anxiety anymore. The tension was rising at the back of my head, I felt blood pumping through my veins. My heart was about to break my ribs, and I felt like I won't be able to take this any longer.

Don't. Don't you dare to give up, dumbass. Do something. Stall him. Someone will notice you're gone. Dan will notice. Ye-jun will notice. Someone will find you. Stall him, don't give up.

Unexplainable will to live overtook my body and I turned around slowly. When I looked Sungwoon into the eyes I realised that it's not too late. He was angry and he was serious. But his eyes were wavering. He's hesitating. Use it. Still holding my hands in the air I started to talk to him in a whispering tone. "Please, Sungwoon. Don't." His eyes started to scream in hesitation, but his hand was unmoving. Push more. "Sungwoon, I beg you. You're Dan's best friend, why are you doing this?" Sungwoon started to laugh maniacally. Even if the loud noise scared me, I noticed how the hand that held the gun lowered. Sungwoon spread his arms out and made a sarcastic expression, his eyes started to glisten, he flashed a wide smile.

"Best friend? Don't fucking kid me. I hate the wuss. He's an absolute loser, I can't imagine how he didn't ruin the business throughout those years. Oh it was torture to talk with him, I wanted to strangle him more times than I can count!" Sungwoon yelled out allowing his voice to echo on the empty walls. It was difficult to read through his expression - hurt was starting to mix with madness. But he's talking. He obviously has things to say. Push him more. 

I cleared my throat. "I just.. I can't understand then. Why are you here? Why didn't you join Hammer? What was the use of you staying here with us, pretending?" Sungwoon shook his head and exhaled. "Oh you have a lot of questions, don't you? Fine. Since you were the only entertaining person in that fucking household I'll share some light on you. You're not going to speak to anyone after this anyways." He smiled creepily, sending shivers down my spine. "Ah, my dear Kieran, where should I begin."

"When I started to work with your family, I was Hammers friend. After he left I wanted to go with him, trust me I did. But he asked me to stay here, to guide that idiot brother of yours into making the correct decisions for the business. Hammer wanted to take over once the time was correct, but he feared that there's not going to be anything to take over once Dan sits his ass in the chair of the head. So he asked me to stay. And I did. In the meantime, Hammer started to create his own business, he started to gather his own people. Preparing for the right time, raising his name out of the ground." I saw in his eyes, the respect that he felt for Hammer. Suddenly I realised that I couldn't recognise his face any more. The boy that I had a crush once seemed like a completely different person, and my heart stung. I felt another tear run down my cheek, not sure if for myself or for my brother.