Finding the moon among stars

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(I know, an old song. But, the lyrics are so ravishing That I instantly fell in love! Enjoy.....And sorry for the delay I have made. Of course this chapter is messed up. Been fighting with mental issues and block for a month. Anyway, I'll be regular again and try to cover up the chapters I have missed.)

Suho staggered to the terrace while clutching his oozing wound. A sharp bullet had pricked his ribs. Yeong ro dragged him, one arm wrapped around her shoulder blade. The advancing officers were just one floor behind. Catching the flood of clanks, Yeong ro doubled her pace. She twisted the doorknob and tottered towards the window, but Suho's knees buckled and he stumbled against a wooden box on the ground. "Are you okay?" she gasped. "Oh, no!" Suho pulled out his wireless and clicked a button. "This is Lim Suho. I have come into the dorm.....With the 300 million dollar check........of BR Bank of Swiss." Yeong ro peeled his jacket to uncover the seeped hole under his heart. A sob burst from her mouth. "492975, only I and Yeong ro know the password." The call ended. 

"Oh, no." Yeong ro wept. Her hand soaked in crimson. The band of armed officers posed before the entrance. Yeong ro shoved her muffler into his gash. An endless echo of firing flinched them to the front. 4 police were posed with pointed guns. "Surrender now and the girl lives!" Yeong ro tightened her grip around Suho. 

"NOW!" bullets flooded the terrace. Suho pushed Yeong ro behind the box. He couldn't let a fibre of her be hurt. "I'll be alright." he hissed but the saying turned false soon. Several bullets drilled through his flesh. Blood sprang from the punctured spots. 

"NOOOO!" Yeong ro cried behind. The thankless shooters drilled his back nonstop. 

"Hold FIRE!" Somebody screamed. The drizzle of bullets collapsed. Suho's body dropped on the floor, numb to more of any ail. Yeong ro leaned on his chest, bawling her eyes out. Suho lifted her chin. "Yeong ro, you must live. No matter how hard it gets, okay?" She haltingly shook her head. Her eyes which bore twinkles before huddled tears now. Endless. Suho enveloped the mixtape he had prepared in her palms and took the forelast glances. Perhaps not all love story has a happy ending. They do not conclude with ethereal bliss and warm embrace. Not all wear smiles. What was destined to occur was irreversible. And he had no sorrow against. A breath escaped his lungs. And his hand fell on the cold ground. The military commander hauled away Yeong ro as she struggled in his clasp. "NO, No!" Her wails tracing the powerless lover. But death had already beckoned. Vision grew blunt. All the colours withering. Lim Suho had gone now.   

Baekhyun announced, "Cut!" The last scene of Snowdrop was filmed. Namjoon leapt onto his feet and wiped the streaking red from his nose. He stepped out to exit but Jisoo's crimsoned face paused him. "Are you really crying?" 

"No, I-I," Her eyes flickered bright, brimmed with tears. She bit her lips to resist yet he was swift to grasp. "Yo, somebody bring tissue for her. She is literally crying her eyes out," he grinned. Jisoo brushed off the rolling drops down her cheeks. 

"Here you go, why crying?" Baekhyun laughed, handing a tissue. Jisoo dabbed her eyelids and cheeks. But, the burning on her nose lasted. 

"This is getting too much in your head." Baekhyun chuckled. Namjoon pulled her to stand. They joined the assembly around Baekhyun. "Well, it's been quite a couple of months since I first properly reworked the script I had written 40 years ago." His voice breaking for the emotions arousing inwards. "I thought it was impossible to have my fantasies turn into reality....And all credit goes to my wonderful team who have put so much into its production. Without their.... cooperation, this might have been some messy diary scribbles." Applaud exploded through the room. Yoongi whistled. Namjoon howled, deepening Jisoo's smile. Baekhyun alluded him to move closer. The rummaging faces tilted towards as he slid into the midst. Eyes stilled at him, dipped in interest. 

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