[✓] Don't Look | JISUNG

⤫ | Your fault

Chapter 6

Jisung felt his blood run cold and his lips stayed apart in shock. He stared at the two "siblings" who had a stare off before Yeorin took back her gun, still glaring at Johnny.

Yeorin: You shouldn't be here.

Johnny: You're behind schedule. Another one should have been dead by now and so should have he.

He said pointing at Jisung who was still finding it too hard to swallow the new revelation.

Yeorin: Remind me again and it will be your penis that will be in a grinder next.

Jisung felt a pain surge down to his own private part, making him press his thighs together.

Johnny: Why is he not dead?

Yeorin: I'm taking my time! Fuck off dude.

Johnny: Fine... but grinder? Seriously?

Yeorin: I did it for the apartment guy. You should know.

Johnny: Yeah and I would have liked it if I hadn't had the visuals of it. I was asking if... that was necessary...

Yeorin: Are you doubting me?

Johnny: Its impossible to argue with you.

Yeorin: Yeah don't try.

She said while sighing and plopping down next to Jisung, leaning against the headboard.

Johnny: Can you tell me what you're planning on doing with him?

He said while nodding to Jisung, who was getting increasingly annoyed by being addressed as him.

Yeorin: Why does it matter to you?

Johnny: Is he going to be alive when-

Yeorin: Which part of me cutting of your penis did you think was a joke?

Johnny chuckled this time, running a hand through his neatly styled detective hair. In fact he still had the ID hung on his waistband.

Johnny: Fine... should I leave then?

Yeorin: I never welcomed you to stay.

Without another word but a roll from the eyes, Johnny left. Now it was only the two of them, in complete tensed silence.

Yeorin: Must have hit you hard huh?

Jisung didn't answer.

Yeorin: I asked you something.

She said while clicking her gun and Jisung's breath hitched.

Jisung: Yeah.

Yeorin: He's an asshole, right?

Jisung felt the need to answer with what she wanted to hear, too afraid to risk it.

Jisung: Yeah.

He repeated and she looked down at him, her face contorting to a sickening grin.

Don't be bored... for the love of god... don't be bored.

Yeorin: I'll have you know... there are no police officers around. Johnny had said that only to comfort you in the beginning...

Don't be bored. Please, please, please, don't be bored-

Yeorin: On that note... I'm bored.

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Jisung let out puffs of air as he sat in the cold. The window was wide open, he was secured to the bed, tightly, his new wounds stung because of the cold and Yeorin was not here.

She was not in the cottage altogether.

The longer he stared out of the window the longer his urge to run away grew. But the tight restraints on his hands and feet defeated his resolve.

He sighed, pressing his head down into the pillow, a wince escaping his lips by the slight movement in his neck.

Time passed with him lying there, hope slowly dying with his possible future. He was going be dead in hours, maybe days, maybe weeks... and his mother will never know.

His mother would have never gotten the goodbye she deserved and it was all because Jisung decided to look out of his window.

When he wasn't being tore open, he was beating himself up in his mind. If only... if only he didn't choose to do stuff on impulse. Then maybe he would have been fine now.

A shuffle made him look up to the window again from where Yeorin climbed in. As he took in her appearance, his eyes widened further.

She was drenched in blood from head to toe and he just knew that it wasn't hers.

Jisung looked up to her face but he couldn't see much. She was quick to crouch down against the wall head buried in her knees.

It was silent for a minute before he heard the cries. His eyebrows furrowed at the realization.

She's... crying...

But then she lifted her head and it contorted to a laugh. Jisung felt a sickening crawl up his body at the menacing giggle. Though she suddenly stopped, meeting his eyes. On her bloody face, tears had indeed made clean streaks. Her eyes were dark and gloomy and full of terror, forcing Jisung to look away.

She got up and walked to his side of the bed, standing over his figure. Jisung did his best to look away from her, just the sight of her making his death even more real.

Yeorin: Jisung...

Her voice called out and Jisung hesitantly looked up at her. She grabbed his cheek and he flinched when he felt the blood stain on him but she didn't let go.

Yeorin: Listen to me... I don't want to kill you... I really don't... I don't have it in me.

In contrast to her words, Yeorin's lips turned into a smirk.

Yeorin: Only some bastards deserve such a timely and painful death... you really shouldn't have looked out your window, Jisungie... And; even though I'm seriously doubting a next time happening; next time... don't look.