paranoia / gyuricky

07: breaking and entering

While driving, Taerae discusses a strategy that will put an end to the witch's followers once and for all. They stop at a gas station and, without seeming suspicious, nearly buy out the whole store's stock of gasoline. Their next destination was school, which was large enough for Taerae's plan to work.

Gyuvin, with a paperclip, manages to pick the lock to one of the school's doors to allow them inside.

"We need to make sure we have none of Ricky's blood on us," Taerae explains cautiously, setting down a lost and found bin that came from the office.

"Can't do much about that," Ricky chuckles, turning away from the group and letting out a deep breath.

Grabbing a random set of clothes, Gyuvin runs down the hall to catch up with Ricky, entering what he presumed was a science room. He takes off his shirt, washing his arms under the sink's running water while Ricky appears with a basket of disinfectant and whatever else he could get his hands on.

"Holy shit, your shoulder," Gyuvin exclaimed softly as he turned off the water and shook his arms dry. He knew that the masked man's axe had struck Ricky in the shoulder, but he was unaware of it being such a serious gash. It was deep and wide, almost looking as if Ricky's flesh had been torn open, with dried blood trailing down his bare back.

"It's fine," Ricky lied, breaking eye contact with Gyuvin. He felt that he had caused enough trouble already, not wanting to make Gyuvin do more than he had to.

Pulling out a pack of bandages and a couple of disinfectant wipes, Gyuvin got the older to turn his back to him. "It's not fine. We need to cover it up." He slowly pats the blood away from Ricky's wound, feeling bad whenever the blonde would wince at the sensation, nails digging into his palms. "Sorry—I'm sorry. It's almost... it's almost done." Gyuvin pulls the packaging off the largest bandages he could find, delicately covering the deep gash on Ricky's shoulder. "Okay, there. How's that?"

Ricky turns to face Gyuvin, glancing down to notice the younger's hands resting on his hips. In any other situation, Ricky would have shoved Gyuvin away, but for whatever reason, he just remained there, staring into those damned eyes that held an entire galaxy in them. "It's better."

"Ricky, I'm sorry..." Gyuvin trails off, unable to maintain eye contact with the blonde anymore. "I was the one who put you to this nonsense, and now look at you. You're being hunted by a fucking witch."

His gaze softens, and Ricky gently lifts Gyuvin's head with his hand. "Don't be sorry, alright? It was me who agreed to come with you, and it was me who held the skull. Sure, I didn't know this would happen, but neither did you. It's okay, Gyuvin, seriously."

Gyuvin wraps his arms around Ricky, pulling him into a hug. "I'm not gonna give up on you. It's not over until you're free from this stupid fucking witch."

As Ricky pulls away from the hug, his hands find a place on Gyuvin's bare shoulders. He leans in ever so slowly, barely a gap between their lips. Just as Ricky was about to close that gap, though, a loud noise startled him and caused him to jump, remaining in Gyuvin's hold. "What the fuck was that?"

"I don't know, but I think we should get going," Gyuvin suggests, quickly slipping his pants off, clothing himself in a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt. "Good?" he asked once Ricky was done doing the same.

He receives a nod and the two run hand-in-hand down the hallway, meeting up with the others, who also seemed to have been ready as well.

"What is this?" Gunwook asks, referring to the fact that Gyuvin and Ricky were holding hands. "Went to pound town or something?" he chuckled, crossing his arms.

"Ew, Gunwook," Matthew remarks, nudging the taller's shoulder in an attempt to get him to knock it off.

Gyuvin immediately pulls his hand from Ricky's, flushing as they glanced at each other. "So," he clears his throat. "What now?"

"We light those fuckers up!" exclaimed Gunwook, a smirk on his face as he rubbed his hands together.

The plan was simple: trap the murderers inside the bathroom and set them ablaze (not forgetting to use Ricky as bait, obviously). With the gasoline they bought, the group dumped it all on the bathroom floor, making sure to cover each and every spot to ensure the plan's success.

Holding a blade up to Ricky's hand, Gyuvin couldn't help but hesitate. "Are you sure this is fine?"

"I've told you, like, three times, Gyuvin. It's fine," Ricky reassured, even smiling at the younger to show that he'd be okay.

Gyuvin nods and inserts the blade into Ricky's hand, making a large enough cut across his palm to drain a considerable amount of blood. Again, he feels guilty seeing how the blonde squeezes his eyes shut and grimaces in pain while doing so, but Gyuvin knows that, even so, an injured Ricky is always better than a dead one.

Ricky squeezes his hand, watching how his blood drips into a pail of water. Gyuvin swiftly bandages him up, and while it hurts, Ricky has a good feeling about the plan, which puts him at ease for the time being.

With mops, Yujin and Taerae created trails of bloody water leading up to the bathroom's entrance, which would end up serving the purpose of luring the murderers into their trap.

Hiding in one of the bathroom stalls, Ricky holds his breath, his heart pounding through his chest. He picks at the palm of his uninjured hand, teeth chattering and leg bouncing as he anticipated the worst. The plan was finally in motion, so there was no turning back; all he could do was wait.

"Holy fucking shit!" Gyuvin gasped under his breath, his back against the wall, as he watched Skull Mask emerge first, slowly trudging down the hallway. "It's working!" He found himself grasping Yujin's hand as the murderer approached, sighing with relief when Skull Mask completely disregarded them and entered the bathroom instead.