Jeon "Jerk" Woo: The Tied Knot

2-11

"Hello?"

Gosh his voice...

"H-hi."

"Hi Aggie."

I blushed at every nano second at his voice.

"Aggie? Are you still there?"

I realized I was too busy blushing, "Huh? Yes I am."

"How's the baby?"

I stroked the baby in my stomach to give a warm touch, "The baby is tired of waiting for its father. The doctor predicted it will come out about next week." 

"Aww... tell the baby I'll come home next week as well to see you."

"Got that." I giggled, then there was a moment of silence, again. It always happened when we called. We ended up confused what to talk about.

"Aggie?" he said with a fainter voice, "Can you promise me something?"

"I-I don't know, I'm not good at keeping promises-"

"No listen- It's not something hard to do." he paused, "Please?"

I bit my lips in hesitation, "Okay."

"When I come home next week, please greet me with a healthy baby... and of course, a healthy you."

Woah- that's it?

I thought he was going to explain the whole 'young blood' thingy.

"Oh... okay."

That's all I can say and it ended up just like that.

~~~

"Where am I?"

I'm here again in the woods; where there are nice cold breeze, but it's not nice at the moment. 

I'm freezing, which is not good for the baby, and my spine shivers.

This was the place where I lost Wonho.

But now, I'm here alone. Without Wonho, Wonwoo or anyone else. Just me.

"Aggie..."

The creepy voice's still here.

The voice's start to whispers me things, one sentence over another.

The voice says like, 'I want your son', 'I want you dead', 'I want your warm human blood' whatsoever.

I don't want to hear that so I cover my ears and shut my eyes.

The moment I open my eyes, I'm no longer in the woods, but in a creepier dark room.

Empty and fuggy. And there's a stench smell of blood here. Seems like the blood's still new. 

Which means...

Oh shit.

"Mom! Mommy!"

It's Wonho's voice.

I quickly thumps the door several times and screams, "Get me out!" over and over.

Then I passes out again.

When I realize I've waken up, I've moved to another room; more like, my father-in-law's hospital room.

"What am I doing here..."

I remained sat in one corner. My eyes wander around and capture a view of an old man in hospital dressing sitting on his bed along with a woman standing beside him; seemed like she's preparing him for something.