HERO [✓]

Chapter 22

Kihyun was rudely awoken by the incessant ringing of his phone. Fucker won't even let me sleep in peace. When he picked up his phone and saw the caller ID, he screamed and threw his phone onto the carpeted floor, where it bounced away.

He stared at his ringing phone which lay a few feet away from him. Calm down, someone else is probably using his number.

He tread carefully over to where his phone was, casting it a suspicious glance. How is this possible?

Kihyun grabbed a fistful of hair and started pacing around the room, unable to believe his own eyes. Various scenarios flashed through his mind, but they didn't explain how this was possible.

Kihyun picked up his phone and stared, dumbfounded, at the name on his call log.

I thought Hyunwoo died in that Plane Crash?!

Hands shaking, he dialled Hyunwoo's number again. Please let this be just me hallucinating. As much as I like Hyunwoo, I don't fancy talking to a ghost.

It rang for a while and then he got through. Fuck, what do I do now? Kihyun was finding a conversation starter when a familiar voice came on the other end.

"Hello there, Kihyun. How have you been?"

Kihyun screamed like a little girl and slammed his phone down on the table. No, no, no, I'm just dreaming, none of this is real. He clapped his hands to his face and sat down heavily on his swivel chair.

"Hello? Kihyun? Are you there? Why were you screaming?" Kihyun turned the phone over and had a good long stare at the caller ID. It's Hyunwoo. It's really him.

Pressing the phone to his ear. "What the fuck do you want?" Kihyun composed himself and spoke. "Whoa, I've just been away a few days and you've changed so much." Kihyun couldn't hold back his excitement and relief.

"You little fucker. Where are you now?" He suppressed a laugh. He heard Hyunwoo's deep chuckle. "At the airport, where else?" Kihyun began undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Give me 10 minutes. I'll be there."

He pulled his shirt off and examined the tattoo on his flank. He was slashed badly during the 2015 fight and got a tattoo to conceal the scar. He ran his fingers over his tattoo and smiled.

LIVE. LOVE. LAUGH

He pulled on a black turtleneck sweater and changed into a pair of ripped jeans. Squeezing some styling gel into his hands, he began styling his hair neatly into an updo.

He grinned to himself. Time to teach that little ass a lesson.

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