Oh Joshua!

It's all because of you!

Joshua was still crying a river of tears, "I'm sorry, I'm a disappointment," 

And Seungcheol was trying his best to soothe him down, "It's completely fine. Either you win or lose, it doesn't change anything at all,"

"Hyung, I-I tried so hard I swear. I practiced without skipping any day . . . always stayed late, but still, it didn't work out for me . . . I can't just play volleyball. No matter how hard I try, I will never be good at it,"

Meanwhile, the fluttering lights were scaring Jeonghan again. Some random noise from the study catches his attention. With hesitant steps, he moves ahead to see, the typewriter was running by itself, typing something on a paper. He looks at Sungcheol, he was busy assuring Joshua, so he himself decides to go into the study to check it. But once he glances at the paper, even his soul starts shivering. 

It was his obituary news, ' Yoon Jeonghan, deceased this morning; gave up on his life and hanged himself by a rope '.

"It's fine. You don't have to force yourself. Just quit the team," Seungcheol was saying anything, just to reassure Joshua. Because it started showing its effects, he could feel it. The pure evil. 

"I can't," Joshua wipes his face and sniffles, "There's another game next week. I'm not prepared at all, I don't know what to do," He hangs his head low, tears freely flowing down his face to the floor, "They will lose again because of me . . . my coach will scold me again, my teammates won't talk to me . . . m-mom and dad . . . they'll be so unhappy,"

"Oh, Joshua . . ." Seungcheol goes and hugs him to his chest, "Please don't cry, bunny. We will work out a solution together,"

Joshua backs away, "No! Nothing can ever work out for me! And after what I did with Jeonghan, it proves how incompetent son I am! Maybe, I really am a burden!" He yells and locks himself in a nearby room. 

"No, Joshua, wait!" Seungcheol bangs on the door, "Joshua, please come out!"

"I want to be alone!" he says from behind the door.

"Please, listen to me-" Before he could finish, some force grabs Seungcheol's shirt and shoves him into the middle of the living room. He hits his head on the table. 

All the lights in the house start breaking one by one.

In the study, Jeonghan snatches the paper and tears it into pieces, "I'm immortal, you fucking typewriter," he turns behind to leave, but the door shuts itself with a slam. The lamp fuses with it, making the room completely dark, "Cheol?" 

Seungcheol gets up, rubbing his head. He moves his eyes around, there was cahoot everywhere. The windows were rattling, making loud noises. Plates, cups, and every other utensil were falling by themselves and breaking into pieces in the kitchen. Like someone was throwing them with full force.

Then he notices that Jeonghan was nowhere. "Jeonghan?" he calls, "Where did you go, asshole?"

"Cheol!" he bangs on the door. "Cheol, I'm in the study," Just then, some books fall behind him. He whips his head in the direction, "Who's there?" he says loudly, then in the little daylight, sees a pitch dark shadow behind the bookshelf. His heart misses a beat. He starts banging hard on the door, "Cheol! Open the door!"

"I can't, it's not opening!" Seungcheol says trying his best to move the lock. 

'Jeonghan . . .' he hears a whisper in his left ear. He turns to his left, then again, 'Jeonghan . . .' in his right ear. "Who . . . Who the fuck is here? Come out!" He was sweating intensely, his breaths were getting unsteady and heart beat faster.

Then, a sudden spooky hand grips his leg, "Ah! Cheol, please open the door! There's someone in here!" he tries to pull himself away, but the hand disappears suddenly and Jeonghan falls back to the ground. 

On this side, Seungcheol was getting white in fear when he saw the Jesus painting on the wall oozing out blood from its eyes. He knew if they didn't stop Joshua from crying, much worse is coming. 

Jeonghan opens his eyes and the above horrific scene makes him gasp loudly. His heart stopped pumping, no voice could come out of his mouth, he felt like he'll pass out right here. It was him, his body, hanging by a rope from the ceiling. Jeonghan's every muscle gets paralyzed, he find himself unable to move. He was petrified to his bones.

"Jeonghan, whatever you're seeing is an illusion! Use your powers and break the door," Seungcheol says hastily. 

As soon as he hears Seungcheol, Jeonghan moves fast, gathers all his vampire strength, and hits the door with his hands. It flew away in one try. He comes out and collapses to the floor on his knees, "What the . . ." he breathes heavily, "What the holy fuck is happening?" 

"It's all because of you!" Seungcheol yells while helping him stand up.

"Me? What did I do?"

"Are you seriously asking me that after what you did?" He grabs his collars, "Who made Joshua cry? Huh? Who tried to kiss him? Who used his powers on him?" 

"Oh, that?" he nervously scratches his cheek.

"If I could I would bury you right here in the ground!" Seungcheol says between clenched teeth.

 "But how's that related to this ghastly shit happening here?"

"I don't have the time to explain,"

"But we have to stop it anyhow, I don't wanna see myself hanging like a banyan root from ceiling,"

"It won't stop unless Joshua stops crying,"

"And how are we gonna do it?"

"I don't know how to assure him this time," Seungcheol says in a low tone, "Nothing ever made him this depressed,"

After a moment of thinking, "Maybe I can help," Jeonghan says and tells him his plan.