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the sound of continuous honking snaps sehun back to his senses. he snaps his eyes open, his pupils almost the size of a bottle cap. he feels like he's been holding his breath for the past minute, his chest rising and falling at a rapid speed.
looking around, he takes in his surroundings, immediately recognizing that it's his neighborhood. the car honks yet again and this time he realizes that it's the cab that had given him a ride earlier.
"if you're not gonna pay, i'm gonna have no choice but to call the police" the cab driver warns in a loud voice while waving his phone in the air as some sort of threat. scurrying, sehun shoves his hand into his coat's pocket, he notices his fingers brushing against a cold material but chooses to ignore it for the time being and brings his wallet out instead.
"i'm so sorry" he repeatedly apologizes as he struggles to get a grip on a 20 dollar note with his trembling hands. "h-here you go" he lowers his neck and extends the bill forward. the old driver snatches it right out of his hand before zooming away, leaving sehun standing in middle of the isolated sidewalk.
"what the hell was that all about?" he whispers to himself as he closes his eyes, letting out an unsteady sigh.
jongdae's gory face flashes in sehun's mind for a split second and almost immediately, the boy finds his fingers dancing along the touchscreen of his phone, unlocking it and pressing on the call button.
he can't help but frown as he tries to make sense out of his call log. jongdae's contact name is nowhere to be found on the list, but sehun swears that he had gotten a call from him earlier. feeling confused and curious, he dials his friend's number and puts his phone to his ear, secretly praying that he'll pick up.
beep.
drip, drop.
beep.
drip, drop.
beep.
drip, drop.
bee-
frustrated, sehun hangs up on the call because of the familiar noise again. where have i heard that? shaking his head, he takes a deep breath in and attempts to clear his mind. poor boy, he hasn't even been able to blink without seeing blood today.
he stuffs his hands into his pockets and begins to walk down the pathway, mentally thanking god that he's finally able to go home and get some proper rest. in the middle of his thoughts, he remembers that there is something sitting in his pocket.
