DEPUTY - woosan

043

The flick of his lighter brought him back to reality. He brought the lighter to the cigarette between his
fine lips and lit the stick before exhaling deeply. The smoke surrounded the air around him and he sighed deeply. The smell of the cigarette somehow comforted and soothed his troubled mind which consisted of the same unanswered question.

'' Where is Wooyoung? ''

Wooyoung hadn't answered his text messages for 4 days and this was worrying San on an another level, this was unlike Wooyoung.
He hoped so atleast, because what if this was exactly like Wooyoung? What if Wooyoung was just ghosting him like everyone else?

What if Wooyoung was tired of him?
" San. "
He turned around.
" Jongho. "

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" What are you doing here? " San asks in a cold tone, it didn't surprise Jongho. He was one of the few people who knew of this place and why he even would decide to come here in the first place.

He was never in a good mood when he was here, and if Jongho were to be honest he kind of feared that one of the times he'd find San here he'd find him on the floor, unresponsive and without a pulse. Or hanging from the ceiling by a rope. Or with a gunshot wound in his head.

Whenever San came here to this place, he was angry, bothered and upset. If something bad happened, something terrible, and San is nowhere to be seen, best believe he's here. reminiscing and fantasizing, pretending that everything around him is intact when in reality it's everything but that.

Hongjoong and Jongho are the two only people other than Wooyoung that witnessed San almost killing himself and having to stop him. Jongho doesn't like to recall it, he can still remember the chilling smell of gunpowder from when San was holding a gun to his head, threatening to shoot himself dead center in the room.

In a tense moment of desperation, Jongho found himself grappling with the man before him, intent on disarming him. The struggle left Jongho with a lasting reminder—a small scar on his forearm, a result of San's frantic attempts to break free. But Jongho's resolve was unyielding; he could not stand idly by and witness San's self-destruction. The thought haunted him: if he were to let San succumb to his own despair, wouldn't that make Jongho a murderer in the act? It was a burden too heavy to bear, a question with an answer he feared to confront.

If Jongho didn't stop him from killing himself, wouldn't that make Jongho the killer?
He can't do that. No.

Jongho doesn't kill. He's not a murderer.

" Have you.. heard anything from Wooyoung? The past couple of days? " Jongho asks, San stopped flicking the lighter. The flame vanished, just like every sound present in the room. His ice-cold fingers not having the warmth it once had. His gaze switched to lock onto Jongho, his grip on the lighter tightening as a scowl made it's way onto his face.

" No. " He spoke in a voice so cold it almost sent shivers down Jongho's spine.

This was exactly what Jongho feared, he had a terrible feeling. What if Wooyoung had moved on from San? What if Wooyoung had found someone else that night and had decided to ghost San?
San would surely go bad shit crazy if that would be the case, maybe even insane.