The Afterlife

37) Run, and Come to Me

"What do you think, pretty one?" Out of all things a wanted police officer could do, Sihyeon did not expect herself to be sat in a janitor room before one of her victims, stuck between the walls and hours alike while the wound on her side had her breathing heavy and slow. "Do I look pathetic enough?" She smirked, struggling to keep her hands steady over her worn out bandage.

It had been many hours since Seokjin started bleeding by the doing of her own hands, and since then, she had wrapped her own shirt around his torso and kept herself warm by the fever of her body that kept increasing.

She was sweating as if the toughest summer mornings were all hers, and her sight was dizzy despite her being sat on a steady stool where she could fix the loose bandage around her abdomen. Sihyeon did not have to look at the burn to know that there was the same discharge again; the infection had her body in chills, and she did not have that much planned.

Seokjin scoffed, scanning her and her wound well first before swallowing hard. "So, this is the making of my husband?"

With an amused smirk, Sihyeon feigned a delighted facade. She finished tucking the end of the bandage beneath the wrapping itself before she looked up at Seokjin and nodded. "Why, is it not terrible enough?"

Seokjin sat back, head resting against the wall as he closed his eyes, the pain obviously taking a toll on his breathing and consciousness. He held his wound with both hands, and Seri's hands were above his as she looked at Sihyeon with all the ire and hatred a human eye could hold, yet Sihyeon minded none of it all; for her, she only wanted to see Kim Namjoon come running to save them.

Ironically, when she heard hurried footsteps and voices of over ten people outside the room, she recognised most of them, and none of them were Namjoon's. She was also sure he would not be among them, for one of the many voice shouting and giving out orders was Yoohyeon's, and it was that easy to make Sihyeon's dizziness tenfold and have her heart racing to her throat.

Her eyes closed momentarily before she looked up again at the two people before her. Her anxiety was clear, but so was her rage, and at once, all of the pain that made her bones was nothing in the face of her anger; she stepped up from where she sat and, very silently, put a hand of command before Seri's face.

The young girl had confusion written all over her face, eyebrows close and sight distracted between Sihyeon's opened palm and the voices coming from behind the door; however, at once, her features spread into that of fear, and she stared up at Sihyeon with glued shut lips.

When Sihyeon realised that Seri was not going to move, she did so herself. She kneeled before the little girl and held a tight fist around her collar, from which she pulled her and searched her thoroughly with the other hand, all while Seri trembled in utmost fear between her fingers.

When Sihyeon found what she had desired, she looked at it as if all of the world's time was on her side. Her knuckles went white over the feature phone that sat inside it, and instead of cursing the little girl for finding such thing in the first place, she wanted to punch herself for not emptying a janitor room well prior to using it. As far as she had thought, what idiot could leave behind a phone and how lucky should a little girl be to find it?

By all means, Sihyeon was in a terrible condition. She did not have to think much of how she missed such a thing, so she crushed the phone over the floor first, then she stepped on it was her foot second.

In her daze, Sihyeon had but her hair to hold onto with both hands as she stared with wide eyes at her feet, disbelief and anger, both, rushing through her veins as she thought hard about what her next step should be. In her daze, she could not think of much besides how a child ruined her chance at bringing Kim Namjoon beneath her heel.