guilt | o.sh

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drip, drop.

the ringing in his ears stop and now all he can hear is the sound of liquid dripping onto the floor.

"what happened?" he speaks to himself, as he looks around the walls of what seems to be his own house. it's dark outside and there's not a single hint of light to be found in the room, making it hard for him to figure out where the sound of dripping is coming from.

"s-sehun" he hears a familiar voice barely call over a whisper from behind him, instantly spinning around to see who it is but once again being greeted by complete blackness.

"who is this?" he asks hesitantly, nothing but confusion running through his mind as to why anyone would be at his house during this time of the night.

"w-why?" sehun hears the same person say, their voice coming out nearly breathless this time. a frown finds its way to his face as his eyes slowly adjust to the darkness and he gets a glimpse of the person who is talking.

"baekhyun?" he steps closer towards the person lying on his back, across the floor. able to see better now, he realizes that it was baekhyun whom had called him just now. "what are you doing here so late?" he enquires curiously, expecting a reply but receives silence in return instead.

"are you drunk?" he asks as he bends down to get a better view of his friend's face.

drip, drop.

baekhyun's face looks dull and emotionless, while his black orbs intensely stare into sehun's.

"get up, ill take you home" sehun offers his hand out for baekhyun but he doesn't take it, instead he continues to gaze into his eyes.

"baekhyun?" he asks again, only to be completely ignored this time as well.

drip, drop.

"baek-" suddenly coming to a realization that the dripping sound has been coming from baekhyun's mouth and that his chest isn't moving anymore, he begins to panic, breaking into cold sweat and feeling his knees begin to grow weak. he fully crouches down and brings his hand up to touch baekhyun's arm, only to notice that he's holding something in his hand.

"what-" he isn't able to finish his own sentence before he finds himself getting lightheaded and falls back onto the floor, dropping the sharp material in the process, making a loud noise echo around the room.

he feels his fingers come into contact with a soft cloth-like material, making him frantically jerk his head around, to see that it belongs to another one of his friends.

"jongdae?" he violently pulls onto the sleeve of jongdae's shirt, desperately trying to get him to answer but gets no reply.

"how did this happen?" he yells, his voice coming out as shaky as ever while his heart pounds against his chest. he finds himself struggling to breathe once his eyes land on yet another one of his friend's bodies lying there lifelessly next to him.

"ch-chanyeol?" he stutters as his eyes quickly scan the boys' bodies in hopes of finding any glimpse of life in them but is unable to do so.

and suddenly, the dripping sound comes to a stop and the ringing begins once again.

sehun tries to calm himself down by repeatedly telling himself that his friends are alright and that he's just having a bad dream, but still amongst all the chaos that is happening in his head, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest.