𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰 ↬ 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 (𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠)

↬ 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓

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𝒌𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒓𝒂
8:41pm

𝒌𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒓𝒂:
bye Woo
dont be late
plz

𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒘𝒐𝒐:
you make it sound
 like im gonna get
 kidnaped

𝒌𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒓𝒂:
-_-

𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒘𝒐𝒐:
sorry
bad timing
𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Wooyoung chuckled to himself as he pocketed his phone before turning back to his bag that was left sitting on the table. Looking around the room one last time he made sure that everything was put away and clean because he did not want to hear the professor bitching when he came back to class.
Once he was sure everything was spotless he zipped up his school bag and grabbed the strap. Swinging the bag over his shoulder, Wooyoung made his way towards the door, switching the lights off.
A chill went down the male's spine as he looked down the dimly lit hallways. An eerie feeling crept up his spine, these halls were not meant to be explored after hours. With that being Wooyoung made a mental note to make sure that he was never left in the school building alone after everyone went home.
"I swear if something jumps at me I will not hesitate to swing."
He grumbled to himself as he sped walked down the hallways, towards the exit.

The dark-haired male hummed to himself as he walked to the parking garage that was further off campus. It was already almost ten o'clock at night, not a single soul was seen around except for a few here and there.
Keeping to himself Wooyoung stuffed his hands into his pockets, not really paying attention to his surroundings. Which meant he completely missed the three figures that were looming around him.

As he walked up the steps in the stairwell of the parking garage he couldn't quite shake that eerie feeling from earlier. His grip tightened around his bag strap as he hurried up the steps, however, a sound stopped him in his tracks.
His eyebrows scrunched together as his heart pounded in his chest. Turning his head he looked back down the staircase, the way he had come. However, there wasn't any sign of a person being there.
"Come on Wooyoung, you're just tired..."
Sighing, he just turned back around only to be met with an older man. Wooyoung nearly felt his soul leave his body as he placed a hand over his heart.
"Sorry kid, no hard feelings."
The man's words confused Wooyoung, but before he could open his mouth to ask what the hell he meant the man kicked him back down the stairs. Wooyoung toppled down the steps, his head bounced off of the railing with a sickening crack before his body fell to a heap on the lower landing.
Wooyoung felt his vision blur as he looked around, he knew that he needed to get out of here. Despite the pain, the male pushed himself up to his feet, wobbling every so often. However, his attention was brought to the two other guys that were climbing the steps.

'How long had they been following me?'
He questioned himself as he readied himself to try and fight his way out of this situation, but deep down he knew that he didn't stand a chance.
"She said not to kill him right?"
One of the men asked with a cocky smile as he bumped his elbow against the others. Wooyoung's blurry eyes switched between the three men that were gaining on him before he saw a small opening between the pair below him.
With quick movements, Wooyoung darted for the open space. He had almost made it but they were quick to trip the boy. His body then went toppling down the stairs once more, this time he protected his head which resulted in his arm hitting the corner of the steps. A loud pop was heard as a burning white heat erupted in his arm.
He didn't have time to cry out when one of the men kicked his stomach. A harsh gasp left Wooyoung's lips as they continuously kicked and stomped on his body. His arms never left his head as he curled his body into a fetal position.
"We don't have all night, make it quick."
The older male grumbled as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket before lighting it. He watched the other two grab Wooyoung by his hair as he took a long drag.

Wooyoung wasn't sure how long it had been, but he did know that every fiber in his body was on fire. He was sure that he had multiple broken bones and a concussion. The thugs only left after one of their phones started ringing, leaving Wooyoung with one last kick to the abdomen.
He coughed harshly, spraying the crimson liquid that was pooling in his mouth. His vision blurred as he watched the trio scurry away from his broken and bruised body.
"Kira..."
He tried to move his arm toward his pocket, but the pain that shot through his nerves stopped him. His body was starting to shut down, but he tried his best to stay awake.
'Kira... I have to make sure she's okay...'
But his body wasn't letting him do much as black spots started to cloud his vision. The last thing he remembers before everything went black was the sound of shouting and rushed footsteps.

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