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there was dampness on baekhyun's cheeks resulting from his tears. he closes his eyes, covering his ears. he found the sound of the fire alarm deafening. a shudder skittered down his spine, skin covered in goosebumps from revulsion, adrenaline, and cold. his eyes slowly fluttered open as he meanders his attention around the room, contemplating on whether to just run away or force himself to keeo quiet despite the excruciating feeling greeting his system as he looks away from the lifeless body covered in blood, laying only inches away from him. the smell of ferrous metal and gun powder made him feel nauseatic.
he stays still and slowly steps out of the wall he was hiding from behind, lips trembling in fear. his eyes blinked irately as he made his way towards the door.
he was inches away, until he felt a hand grabbed his arm and dragged him ferociously across the room. he let out a loud yelp and tried to yank his arm away but he wasn't left with much strength anymore. he shuts his eyes, fear scuttling in every part of his body.
"have you seen what the devil looked like?"
he felt the barrel of a gun pressed hard to his forehead. it was cold and heavy. it hurt him. the tears that he's been holding back escapes his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
"are you afraid of the devil, hm?" the person scoffed. baekhyun only had a slight glimpse from him earlier.
mopped curls, and the most dauntingly pair of eyes was the only thing vivid he has gotten from the stranger.
he heard the gun click and he tightly clenches his fist, seemingly unable to stop the pendulum running in his head.
"are you?!"
"y-yes," he trails off.
devious laughter echoed in the room.
"then mark my words," there was a long pause as the stranger twitches his lips and clicks his tongue, slowly putting the gun down. "speak of the devil, and he'll come for you."
there was silence, until he heard clashing of chains and shattering of glasses. he could still feel the vehement hold the stranger inflicted on him. he swallows the lump in his throat and collapsed on the ground covered in water and blood. he can hear the water overflowing and dripping from the pipes but the sound of his heart hammering in his chest overrides it.
he slowly looks up and his hands wavered at the sight of him. his eyes were wide open, mark of tears vivid on his cheeks that tinctured with blood. his arm was outstretched towards the direction of where baekhyun hid awhile ago.
he opens his mouth, wanting to scream out all the pain, but nothing came out. he didn't know what to feel. should he feel a mild comfort because his eyes looked as dispirited as his? or would he feel dispirited himself, because he wasn't able to save him?
