𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

#.. THIRTY-THREE

The ambulance Jooyeon called after the unfortunate event took away Jiseok and Hyeongjun, meanwhile the police just looked at the moldy room, where the horror happened. "Go back and study, kid" They exclaimed and shushed Jooyeon away the moment after he was checked for any injuries. But Jooyeon stayed, watching from afar how they transported Seungmin's and Mr Koo's corpses out, covering them with black blankets.

It was way too much in such a short amount of time. Jooyeon broke down at the exact spot, muffling his loud sobs with his hands as thick tears ran down his face. Whose blood was on his shirt? Certainly not his own. He wasn't hurt, at least not physically. Mentally, Jooyeon was completely broken. He felt everything at once: Fear, sadness, anger, confusion. It was horrifying.

Jooyeon returned to his room in order to change his clothes and it was so creepily silent. No Jiseok, who was smiling brightly, kissing and hugging him. No Jungsu, who was just waiting for Jooyeon to arrive in order to gossip about something. It's a wonder how fast one can lose so many important people in their life. And Jooyeon wished this wonder never happened.

Well, Jiseok and Hyeongjun weren't dead, not yet, so at least he had them. But what would happen then? It would never be the same. Would they return? And what about their parents? Would they regret sending their sons in this screwed up school? He killed Mr Koo. He was no better than any of them.

Jooyeon looked at his blood covered hands in horror, forgetting about the fact that he actually wanted to change his clothes. So many things happened in just three days. And in those three days he lost five of his friends, maybe less or maybe five was the correct answer. Jooyeon believed that Hyeongjun would survive, because he didn't lose that much blood. But Jiseok? The boy was so weak.

After killing the man, Jooyeon called for help while he helped Jiseok by using his hands to stop the bleeding. Jiseok was crying, mumbling about how much it hurt. Some moments later Hyeongjun joined, insisting that Jiseok needed more help than himself. Hence the bloody hands Jooyeon had now. The doctors' already failed Jungsu, not knowing his bloodtype. It'd be the same for Jiseok, no doubt.

The thought made Jooyeon cry once again. After all, he loved Jiseok. He really loved him, even though he never had the chance to express that. And he regretted that he barely showed it. If Jiseok will make it out alive, he'll have to catch up on that.

Suddenly, Ms Pae came in. "Jooyeon, the cops want to talk to you."