The next morning, Hyungwon was awoken by his doorbell ringing fiercely.
He rushed down and opened the door to see his neighbor standing by the gate.
"Thank God you're fine, I thought something happened to you!" The shorter, older woman ran to greet him, inspecting him from head to toe.
Hyungwon scratched his head. "I'm fine, what happened?"
She pointed to his gate. "Take a look for yourself."
There were blood splatters all over the pavement outside his house. On the wall were bloody handprints. There was some dried blood on his gate as well.
"I thought you met with an accident!" She gushed with relief. Hyungwon shook his head and thanked his neighbor before heading back inside.
Where did all that blood come from? He sat at the dining table, frowning as he thought about all the possibilities.
Then he remembered that Hoseok had come to his house shortly after he ran away from the club.
He couldn't have...
...could he?
The image of Hoseok lying unconscious under a tree filled his head.
Shit.
He quickly got changed and headed to Hoseok's house.
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Fanfic[ THE CLAN: X ] So in between my revision for my literature paper, I wrote this (slightly longer) fanfiction. It took me a little longer than the previous two because I had a serious writer's block halfway. This might the last HyungWonho fic that I'...