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pausing, sehun fishes around in his pocket and pulls out a pointed metal object. what is this? he frowns as he studies the pointed, pencil-like object, but no answers to what it is and where it has come from, comes to his mind.
chanyeol can probably figure what this is, there are so many of these in his house.
shrugging, he carelessly tosses it to the floor and resumes to stroll towards his house. however, he stops again in his tracks, not because he has remembered something else, but because of the ear-splitting sound of a gunshot followed by a loud cry.
alarmed, he swings around towards the direction in which he had just the noise from, expecting to see two people but only spots someone lying on the ground. sehun bolts towards him, panic rushing through his veins.
"are you okay?" he says worriedly, crouching down next to the boy's body and checking their pulse to make sure that they're still breathing. "sir, are-" he attempts to repeat but goes absolutely mute when the poor victim turns his head to face him. sehun feels his body buckle before hitting the ground violently, the blood on the pavement infusing it's way through his pants.
"ch-chanyeol?" sehun manages to say just above a whisper, his eyes staring frantically into those of his friend's. chanyeol wears a resting expression on his face but his eyes get glassier and glassier by the second and soon enough, tears begin to roll down his cheeks.
the dying boy opens his mouth to speak but his voice comes out inaudible to sehun's ears, still the younger boy somehow manages to read his lips. help me. sehun scrambles to feet, his hands finding their way to chanyeol's blood-stained face and cupping it gently.
"breathe, you'll be okay" he tries to calm the older boy down but the look on chanyeol's face convinces sehun that his last breath is soon to come. as if on cue, chanyeol's chest falls one last time before staying there, still.
"no, no, no" sehun tries his best to reassure himself that chanyeol is still alive, but he knows that the poor boy has already bled to death. his eyes begin to hastily scan his friend's body in search for a bullet wound, a feeling of discomfort instantly washing over him as soon as he locates it at the back of his head.
leaning in to get a closer look at it, he is able to identify it as the object that he had found in his pocket earlier. a knot forms in the pit of his stomach, his eyes beginning to tear up as he tries to figure out how this happened.
sniffling, he pulls his phone out in front of him and unlocks it. immediately, the sound of his ringtone begins to echo in the suffocating air of the night. sehun's eyes run across the caller id, his heart skipping a beat as he reads the contact name.
incoming call from chanyeol...
"but-" his eyebrow are now met and his eyes glance back and forth between his phone and chanyeol's body. he feels unsure about picking the call up but to his surprise, the call gets connected as if he, himself has pressed the answer button.
he stares at the lifeless body that's lying in front of him as he hesitantly brings his phone up to his ear.
