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C H A P T E R 3

S-coups' PoV:

It's silent upstairs. I stop, wondering if the creaking I hear is the stairs. I still hear it, so I walk upstairs. I walk into Woozi's room, "so, uh, I was gonna go buy some chocolate- wait whAT NO-" I let out a scream. Jeonghan sprints upstairs.

"What's the problem?" He asks, hurriedly. He goes white when he sees Woozi's body, hanging, swinging back and forth slightly. He puts a hand over his mouth. Is he choking back tears? What if he doesn't care? He'd say something if he did. He doesn't give a damn, the heartless bastard.

I shove my way past him. He calls out my name. I barge into the living room and pour myself a shot of vodka. "This is fine." Nobody questions me. Nobody cares. They're all heartless, all of them.

Jeonghan runs back down stairs, "S-Coups? You okay?"

And for some reason this makes me so mad, I grab the bottle and smash it into his neck. He collapses. DK let's out a strangles screech. He checks for a pulse. He shakes his head and looks at me in fear. And I already know.

"He tripped." DK nods to himself, "he tripped and fell into a broken glass. Okay?"

I nod, surprisingly calm despite the fact that I just killed someone. Is this how a psychopath feels? Am I going insane?

"Oops." I mutter.

Dino's hyperventilating in the corner, "dude." He whines, "Why? We've already lost Vernon."

They have no idea about Woozy. I have my plan to keep it that way. I sprint upstairs, grabbing the key to his room from his room, careful to avoid his still hanging body, and lock the door. I run to the nearest window and throw the key as far as I can.. It hits someone on the head. I don't even laugh. I shut the window and walk into my room, flopping on the bed. Nobody comes after me.

DK covered for me. He helped me out. He was willing to cover, no questions asked.

I'm a fucking monster...
What have I done...
I've killed my friend...
Why am I even still here...
The world's better off without a murderer...
That window would fit my fat ass out of it, right...
I could just...
GO.

Seungkwan shows up in the doorframe. "They won't get over it. You know that." He sighed, "please tell me you're sorry."

"I want to be. I'm mainly angry."

"We all are. You'll probably feel guilty soon. What brought this on?"

"EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! I mean, Vernon's dead, Woozi's- detached him self from reality. All this for some fucking milk! Tell me I've got nothing to be mad about."

Seugkwan's voice breaks as he tries calming me, and probably himself, down. "He's not dead. And woozi's fine. Just hang in there, k? We'll cover for you, but you have to pull yourself together. Promise me."

I really want to promise him. "I'll try." Is all I can manage.