𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 ミ nct

049

ｆｏｒｔｙ─ｎｉｎｅ

Breath hitching as she could feel the panic rising up her veins, Sihye pushed Jungwoo (that was carrying an unconscious Yuta) to the side lightly, grabbing a fistful of Jaehyun's shirt to pull him back from the office. She just prayed to the heavens that the loud sound of the gun, which apparently echoed through the whole floor, disregarded the sound of the door opening or else they would find themselves in a life and death situation.

The least thing she could do is keep these crazy folks alive since she didn't listen to Wendy to bring them back.

The lady pressed a finger on her lips  signaling them to keep quiet because they're obviously in trouble if whoever the fuck shot the gun saw them lurking around the office premises. Jungwoo could only shut his lips tightly, trying to hide behind Jeno who carried a whole ass Jung Sungchan (that isn't really unconscious like Yuta, he just felt drowsy and weak to even walk).

Hendery, being the most sensitive of sudden loud noises, wrapped his arms around Yangyang in fear -- with the chinese-german almost yelling as he held one of the older's forearm that's wrapped around him tightly.

But firstly, how did they get here? They did come to the psychology department to look for sedatives in a syringe -- lucky for them Sihye has an authorized ID, just to knock both Yuta and Sungchan off from choking each other to death. It just so happens that they bumped into a psychologist that Kun works with and asked them where Kun was, pointing out that he and Hansol went to talk to the co-CEO of the hospital.

"Do you realize this, Kun!?" The sound of a gun cocking echoed around the four walls, catching those mentally ill boys off guard. "My family slowly and painfully suffered because of you and your addiction to psychopaths."

Jaehyun and Sihye looked at each other with baffled expression plastered on their faces. The fuck is going on?

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, the lady turned around to face Yangyang with his hands stretched out, as if asking for something. "Phone."

"What?"

"Just give me your phone," Yangyang whispered a little loudly than before. Sihye could only hesitate, but fished her phone from her pocket and gave the phone to Yangyang.

The latter took the phone in his hand, "Kunhang ge, can you do me a favor?" Yangyang tapped on Hendery's arms that was still wrapped around him. "To voice recorder, please."

"Ilsik, drop the gun," Kun's voice resonated once again after a few seconds of only hearing the air conditioning as well as the heavy breathing of the superior. "W-We'll just talk this out, y-you don't have to use the gun."

"No." Ilsik's lips tugged up in a smirk rather quickly, his eyes slightly expanding to the point that he looks like a psychopath. The gun cocks for the second time, but it was now pointing to both Hansol and Kun on the floor, "I like to talk about it this way."

Visibly gulping, "Y-You're someone pretty close to the man, r-right?" Jaehyun stuttered, tapping on Sihye's forearm aggressively as he clearly didn't want this to happen, "Do something!"

"No shit, I am not risking myself." Sihye whispered back, biting her bottom lip in nervosity.

"Dr. Yoon, you're the only one mentally stable than all of us now if you can just go there and stop before—"

"Jung Jaehyun, I am not repeating my words. Do you want me to die and leave you here?" Sihye whispered back yet again, but this time raising her voice a little.

The perfectionist groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Why did you even help—"

"Excuse me, are you asking not to be here!?" The fact that Sihye almost exclaimed this without whispering shows that they didn't know what to do now that they're in front of the office, waiting for Qian Kun to come out alive.

"Put me down."

The two suddenly stopped bickering as a loud, groggy voice echoed through the hallways -- also catching the superior that was about to pull the trigger of the gun off guard. Jeno, being the one who carried the awake person, only tightened his grip on the male. He didn't know what the fuck Sungchan is up to, but he ain't letting him go.

Ilsik clicked his tongue, his expression dropping as he plastered on a rather intimidating face, pointing the gun to the door that he didn't get to notice was open, "Come out now."

Sihye could only gulp back as Sungchan opened his eye tiredly, but still managed to look as scary as the moment she saw him.

"I said put me down."

Jeno shivered visibly, his eyes shut close as he could feel himself dissociating. He didn't know between Jaewon and Thena, but he knew the two were in front and he's ready to whoever wants to take care of his body as he was too scared to even face Sungchan.

Heck Jaehyun and Sihye were too caught up on their thoughts to even notice Yangyang, Hendery, and Jungwoo gone the moment Yangyang took Sihye's phone.

And to mention that Yuta was just laying there like a dead one.

"Lee Jeno." Sungchan's voice was even louder than before, and Ilsik was so close to going crazy as he knew someone was there testing his patience by not showing up to him.

Kun and Hansol just looked at each other, still shaking, as they recognized the voice, one question lingering in their mind: what is Sungchan doing there?

"Fine, geez," Jeno, who exclaimed more like a girl, let go of Sungchan, "No need to be that harsh, Dracula."

Sungchan drowsily stood on both his legs, putting his hand up to show his middle finger right in Jeno(Thena)'s face. The latter could only laugh, Sungchan trying to stay awake and show his middle finger was enough to make this alter laugh pretty loud.

Taking another step closer to the door, Ilsik held onto the gun tightly, "Come out or I will come to you and kill you."

"Do it then,"

Sungchan's voice was orotund, as if manipulating the superior that was pissed off for killing his time when he could've just killed Kun and Hansol moments ago, cold-blooded.

A rather lousy state yet well-built body entered the office, catching Ilsik off guard as he didn't expect someone with a very powerful voice to show himself as if he was drunk.

"Oh, should I?" The superior smirked slyly, pointing finger hovering over the trigger as he watched the male lean on the wall for support.

Damn those sedatives.

His hazel hair loosely fell against his dark eyes, his lips also curving up in a daunting smirk, "I'd like to see you try."

Sungchan didn't even notice that he was talking to his uncle the whole time, even after he looked up to meet the superior's eyes. All that was clouding his mind was about the sedatives inducing him to sleep and how he would just lick the blood off wherever Ilsik would shoot him.

In Ilsik's case, he was astonished.

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