𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐦 || 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐈)

2 - Seungcheol

Fuck.

I let out a hiss between my teeth as I pull my hand away from my stomach, feeling the stickiness against my leather glove. The leather is warm against my skin, the overwhelming flood of blood seeping down my wrist.

"Ughhh," I groan, pressing my hand back against my stomach as I stumble through the woods. My entire stomach throbs, radiating through my arms and down my legs. Even my head pounds, and the need to fall to my knees and give up, let my body sink into the dirt or wash away in the ocean, only intensifies by the second..

I can't, though. I can't give up. One stab in the fucking stomach won't break me.

Though, the betrayal on Jeonghan's face very well might.

My free hand flies out, and I wrap my fingers around the roughness of the bark of a tree, my nails digging into the sharp wood and as I pull myself forward, my feet stumble over a loose root.

"Fuck!" I roar at the top of my lungs.

I refuse to get caught. The police won't get me. I won't allow them to. They'll have to drag me through the woods and the dirt, across the pile of dead bodies I've created.

Everything I've ever done is for him, and what happened tonight won't stop me.

Even the aching in my gut of murdering my best friend. It was never supposed to happen. I never wanted him to fall from the window. I never wanted him to die. It was an accident, something that should've never transpired, though it did.

And I can't take it back.

I can't put air in his lungs. I can't make his heart beat.

What's done is done, and my best friend is dead.

I'll have to live with his death. I'll take the pain for what I've done.

Because it is all for him.

It started off because of him.

And now it's for him.

I love him.

And if I survive this shit, I'm going to tell him.

I growl, my hand shoving off the tree as I continue to stumble through the woods, the bark brushing against my gloved palm. Sweat drips down my back beneath my clothes, my body rinsing itself of my sins.

My mask is no longer on my face, but on top of my head. Breathing is now difficult, my lungs quenching in pain, and I need all the air I can get to make it through this.

Sticks break under my boot, stones rolling across the ground as I finally make it through the woods, the trees breaking and leaving me with a clearing. I gasp in a breath, looking at the small town over the hill, most everything closed this late at night, mostly with the curfew from all the murders.

Though a few remain open, and I stumble down the hill as Walgreens stays in my view. My legs grow tired, and I feel like I'm running on barely any fumes as I stumble into the parking lot, my feet dragging behind me.

I'm full of blood, and sweat, and the scent of sex remains, but I ignore it all as the automatic doors roll open, and I slip my mask over my face as I walk inside.

The lady sits behind the cash register, bent at the waist, her arms planted on the counter as she works on a sudoku book in front of her. She stands and barely glances at me as I quickly walk down the aisles.

"Can I help you with anything?" she shouts at my quickly retreating back.

"No," I bark, my eyes scanning the rows until I find the medical aisle. My hand falls onto the shelf, blood smearing on the gray metal. Cough medicine spills to the ground, and I kick it aside as a travel medical kit come into view.