Home Alone• Heejake

三•|Three•|

匿名语气•|Anonymous tone•|

Heeseung shifted in his slumber, uncomfortably adjusting his body in various ways to fit the couch. He groaned, waking up due to the suffocating tightness of the couch. He stood up with a huff and walked to the kitchen, making himself a cup of coffee.

He was slurping the coffee when suddenly his phone rang. Heeseung thought it was Seokmin and didn't bother to pick it up. The ringtone slowly died down as the person from the other side hung up.

He went to the coffee table and picked his phone up, ordering some take outs from McDonald's. He left his cell phone on the table and went to shower his thoughts away.

Few minutes later, the familiar tone of his marimba ringtone echoed through the house again. He thought it was strange considering the fact that Seokmin nor his father, ever bothered to call him twice.

Heeseung was puzzled as he went towards the area, his phone buzzing on the ground near the couch. He slowly picked the device up and observed the digits written.

He didn't recognise the number showcased as his eyebrows arched in utter confusion. He contemplated whether to pick it up, but finally gave into the consequences...or shall I say, trap?

Heeseung held the phone near his ear, trying to grasp who was reaching out to him. Soon he heard a voice, rather sultry.

"Hi sweetheart" the anonymous person voiced out, in a raspy yet sultry tone.

Heeseung hung up and threw the phone to the side. The voice gave him the chills. He leaned against the couch and slid down onto the ground, clutching his hands around his knees. Panic was an understatement. He was trembling, shaking as the voice echoed in his mind. He shivered, feeling the cold air hit his skin from the open window.

He was suddenly startled by the sound of another ringing. It wasn't his phone, but his doorbell. He was freaked out to say the least. He slowly got up and wiped his face before taking cautious steps towards the door. He looked through the peephole, standing on his tiptoes. He saw that there was no one there but still, he felt the urge to open the door and he did. He opened the door and looked around before screaming at a figure near him. The figure screamed back, panicking as to why the latter was screaming.

Heeseung shut the door and breathed sharply which soon hitched as the door was banged. The banging kept growing louder and painful. Heeseung took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing So Hee, the basketball captain.

Heeseung quirked an eyebrow at the sudden appearance. The silence was filling the air as both of them remained quiet. Soon, Sohee broke the silence.

"Sunghoon told me to give you this"

He then took a note from his back pocket and passed it to the latter. Heeseung accepted it and voiced out in suspicion.

"He asked YOU to give it to me?"

He asked, confusion embossed into his face. Sohee looked quite offended at the latter's wording but he was quick to respond.

"Is there a problem with ME coming here?"

He asked and Heeseung quickly shook his head, almost as if it was a reflex.

"N-No...I was just um, shocked"

The latter nodded in agreement at the statement, he knew Heeseung wouldn't have been informed about his arrival. He quickly bid his farewell and left in a swish.

Heeseung was stumped. He looked between the note and Sohee, whose presence was a mist as he left.

He just shook his head and got back into his house, locking the door shut. As soon as the atmosphere was silent, his phone rang, scaring him out of his wits. He tried not to stumble as he made his way to the couch, picking up the device. He dreaded at the sound of his ringtone, he hated it as of now. He picked up the phone and displayed it onto his coffee table, anxiously biting his lips as he sat down. After a few minutes of utter silence, Heeseung decided to initiate.

"Hello?"

It took a good few minutes before the same sultry, deep voice rang from the otherside.

"Hey babe"

Heeseung was freaked out, so much that he kept his legs off the ground and gripped onto the pillows tighter.

"Wh-Who are you?!"

"Your future husband"

The voice answered, topping it off with a mischievous chuckle. A cold shiver ran down Heeseung's spine as he heard the sentence, almost choking on his own saliva. He swallowed the lump in his throat and replied.

"How do you know m-"

"Oh I know everything about you, Lee Heeseung"

Heeseung shrieked at the top of lungs, throwing his phone onto the ground which caused the screen to break into billions of shards. He was shaking in fear, his mind was bombarded with unanswered questions. He wanted to rip his entire existence off the chart. He wanted to jump off a big, steep mountain, which may cause in a fatal trouble but he didn't care, he wanted to die at that moment. He wanted to strangle himself to death. He wanted to destroy his whole entire life. After what happened to his sister....he cant take a risk....he can't be the next prey...

Heeseung was having a mental breakdown, not only did an unknown number call him but they also knew his name and claims to know everything about him?

He broke down into an ocean of tears, his breathing became ragged as it intensified. He felt as if millions of daggers were shot right into his arteries, the sensation of his heart pulsating rapidly feeding his worries, his mouth drying up out of dehydration.

He froze for a minute, his mind clouding with self harming thoughts. He glanced at the uncountable number of glass shards on the ground. Halting his tears, he crawled closer to the vicinity. The thoughts that circulated in his mind were all promoting self exit. He reached the shards and took a slender, sharp piece of glass.

He raised his hand to eye level, taking in a better view of the weapon that is going to be used against him. He slowly lowered the glass piece onto his wrist. He took a deep breath before stabbing the shard right above his radial veins, sliding them down to slit his wrist.

The blood pressure increased, the red liquid brimmed at the edges before gradually overflowing out of the slit. Heeseung writhed in pain as he felt his world spinning. Slowly but dreadfully, his vision started darkening by the edges before it fully knocked him out.

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