Deja Vu

Chapter 2

Seonghwa POV

October 7, 2020

7:00 PM 

It's been eight months. Eight long, chaotic, months. The crisp Autumn air painted my memories of that night so vividly...a simple February night. It was supposed to be a walk home after a stressful day's work. Just me, Yunho, Mingi, and of course some of the others. We all were tired, some of us a little on edge even. It was evident that one person was on edge in particular. We knew it, Hongjoong was starting to lose it. He was becoming less and less like himself. That poor homeless guy never saw him coming. The hand around his throat, the knife gliding-

My thoughts became interrupted as Yunho snapped his fingers in front of my eyes. 

I snapped out of it, a little pissed off that my train of thought had been derailed, but maybe it was for the better. 

"What the hell do you want?"   I snickered out. 

I couldn't let them know I was planning my escape. 

"Hongjoong wants to see you." 

Shit. Did he see? Did he know? Yunho was serious. He was never serious.

I nodded, "Thanks," was all I offered as I headed towards his office. I brushed past him and all he did was stand there, not batting a single eye as I passed. I felt a pit growing deep inside my stomach. I knew. I pushed open the heavy door and I took a seat in the cold stiff chair. I needed to play it cool in front of him. I can't let him win. 

"So what is this about? Need another run or something? We just did a hit, do we already have another one?" I asked, scoffing.

He glared, yet completely relaxed in his chair, "You act as if I am blind. I saw you sneak off when you thought I was not watching." 

Shit. He did know. 

I broke the tough guy act, "She was innocent. Just walking by. She was probably too scared to tell anyone anything anyways. Plus another body is more evidence towards us and we wouldn't want that, would we?" I said trying to pull my nerves together and challenge his dominance over me in this situation. 

"A witness alive is still a fucking witness, Hwa. This was your mess, you are going to clean it up. I am giving you a month," he said standing out of the chair now. 

My eyes widened. I couldn't keep from saying it, "Are you fucking insane?! She witnessed a murder so she's probably long gone an-" 

He cut me off. I felt the hot sting of his hand against my cheek. I winced as my hand brought up to meet the heat radiating from the handprint left on my cheek. We met eyes. A solid minute of dead silence. 

"Fine. We'll see how this ends in a fucking month." I stood and stormed out, leaving him at that.

You see, he and I use to be best friends. Every night we would get food, hang out, play games. Normal best friend things obviously, it was always us. The others didn't even have to be there. Just the two of us were enough. I promised I would support him through everything, but I draw the line at being a fucking serial killer. 

I grabbed my bag and said bye to the guys, heading out to start my impossible mission. No one really said much but I felt that was for the best considering HongJoong was watching me up to the point of me leaving. Fuck this.

As I made my way down the street, a miracle struck. 

There she was.