The Party That Killed || Hyunlix

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Yuto pov.
"Get the fuck out!" I heard Felix shouting at Hyunjin.

Standing there with a smile on my face, I thought everything was going according to plan. For a moment, I was glad that this jerk was finally going to get what he deserved. But just after I looked at Felix, the smile vanished from my face. It wasn't directed at Hyunjin.

I glanced at Hyunjin, who looked confused, while Felix was furious. What the hell happened? I switched tactics, unable to believe that in this situation, I was the target. I saw Felix passionately explaining something, and I felt anger begin to build inside me. How could he be so blind?

Suddenly, both of them left the room, and I felt anger that soon morphed into anxiety. "I can't let them get away," I thought. But before I could react, the door opened again, and my brother stood in the doorway. I was taken aback.

"We need to talk," he said, his tone so undeniable that I started to mentally backtrack. What was going on?

I looked at my friend, and his terrified whisper pierced me to the core:
"When did he get out of prison?"

The fear in my heart grew as I realized I had just gotten myself into something that might overwhelm me.

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Felix pov.
I walked slowly down the hallway, feeling the need to fix things with Hyunjin. I tried to gather my thoughts before starting.

"Hyunjin, I'm sorry," I began, looking at my friend with a heavy heart. "Yesterday, I believed that jerk. I was a total ass."

Hyunjin looked at me in surprise, and in his eyes, I saw relief but also a hint of uncertainty.

"Really?" Hyunjin asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, we talked with Jisung, and he made me realize that what that guy said didn't make sense. I should have trusted you."

I felt my heart start to calm as I saw Hyunjin becoming more open.

"I really thought everything was fine between us. I wanted you to know that there are no bad intentions between us."

Hyunjin nodded, and I noticed that my friend looked more relaxed. Our relationship was starting to mend, filling me with hope.

"By the way, where's Jisung?" Hyunjin asked, looking around the hallway.

"You know what? He wasn't there this morning when I was going to school. I thought he was already at school. Maybe he's running late or something came up."

I looked towards the entrance, as if hoping Jisung would show up any minute. I didn't want our conversation to happen without my friend.

"I wish he were here with us when we talk. I really want everything to go back to normal," I added, hoping we wouldn't lose this friendship because of someone like Yuto.

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Jisung pov.
I felt like I was in the worst action movie, lying bound on the backseat of a car. My thoughts were scattered, and all I could hear was the sound of the engine and a phone conversation that was too loud to ignore.

"Have you lost your mind?" I heard a male voice, full of irritation. "I'm not driving that far. If you wanted the guy, you can bring him yourself."

I tried to lift myself up, looking around, but the car was in motion, and I was bound, making any attempt to escape difficult. I focused on the voice of the speaker. What does he want from me?

"Okay, what do I get for this?" the voice said, with a hint of determination in his tone. "Fine, I'll bring him to you, but only because I don't want any trouble, got it?"

When the guy on the other end of the call agreed to the proposal, I started to panic. I tried to lift my head and peek through the window, hoping someone would see me. However, the windows were as dark as night, and apart from what I saw, there were only shadows of passing trees and hazy silhouettes of pedestrians.

I pressed my ear against the fabric of the backseat, listening for any sounds that might indicate someone could help me. I could feel my heart racing faster, and adrenaline began to paralyze me.

"No... no, no, no..." I whispered to myself, fighting against the panic while praying that someone would rescue me before it was too late.

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Every moment of the drive seemed to stretch on endlessly until suddenly, I felt the car stop. I held my breath and tried to sit up, but my bound hands limited my movement. I struggled to lean over and peek through the window. The dark windows prevented me from seeing anything outside.

Suddenly, I heard the doors opening. I hesitated, listening to footsteps approaching me. Finally, I saw a figure who opened the car door and pulled me back to reality.

"I need to untie you," the guy said, his voice sounding too confident, as if he had control over everything. "I can't leave you tied up, or you'll run away."

Before I could react, I felt my hands being freed. A wave of relief washed over me, but at the same time, tension began to rise within me. I needed to find out what was going on.

"But remember," he added, looking me straight in the eyes with a clear warning, "act like a normal friend. No calling for help, or it'll be the end of you."

With each passing moment, I became more aware of the situation. I got out of the car and looked up. We were at a gas station. The sound of the pump, the smell of gasoline, and the overall noise of the surroundings made my adrenaline rise. When I looked around, I noticed there was no one who could help me. My heart sank in my chest.

I had to act quickly, but did I have any chance of escape?

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Movie suggestion: Frankenweenie (2012)