Dead Can't Talk (Seventeen x OC Gang Au)

Chapter 2

Jeonghui sighed quietly as she shut the door behind her. The apartment was quiet. As always. She never quite liked the silence but what could she do? Her only companion was that stray cat that came visiting often during rainy days or when he really couldn't find any food or when he got bullied again.

"Mrao?" the all-black cat approached the petite girl slowly, limping towards her. Jeonghui smiled as she crouched down and held her palm out. It wasn't raining and she could smell distinct stench of rotten fish but she could see the fresh wounds across his right side.

"They bullied you again, Bammie?" she asked in concerned. The cat gave another meow. Jeonghui carefully picked up the feline and made a beeline to the bathroom where she stored her medical kit. But seeing the condition of Bammie, she decided to give him a bath or his wounds would be infected. She had learnt it the first time. "Want a bath?" she suggested.

Bammie gave a half-hearted protest and Jeonghui set to work filling up the bathtub till the water level reached the beneath of Bammie's stomach. Bammie sat quietly as Jeonghui cleaned him from head to paws, smelling like green tea since she used her hair shampoo. The whole thing was quick as Jeonghui wrapped his stomach with bandage and placed him on her bed. Bammie made himself comfortable beside her pillow and immediately went to sleep, probably exhausted from fending himself off from the mean alley cats.

Jeonghui crouched beside her bed, gently rubbing Bammie's head as he purred. Bammie reminded her of herself often, getting through hard times alone, not depending on anyone else except Jeonghui. Long time ago, she had friends. Or more like older brothers that she could depend on. Brothers who literally would walk through fire for her. But that was in the past.

Jeonghui let her tears drip down her face but she didn't cry loudly. She didn't make a sound. The events from the night before still tired her, although it was unusual. But of course, still expected. The girl got up and headed to her study, pulling out a heavy textbook and nearly slamming it on her table. Her hands shook as she flipped open to the page where she left off the evening before but she found it hard to concentrate. Her mind was blank as the words did not register into her brain.

"Egg it," she sighed as she shut her book close and move to her living room. Switching on the TV, she watched the same news from that morning. The mysterious return of the Oppenheimer Blue Diamond. A small smile formed on her face as she switched off the TV. She'd seen the news around town enough.

Laying down on the couch, Jeonghui remembered the boys who barged onto her mission. She recognised them. Of course she did. She recognised that puppy eyes that often sharpened whenever he's on the job or disciplining the younger boys. She recognised the slim, pretty face that held charm and confidence. She recognised the soft squishy cheeks and the way those eyes narrowed no matter what situation, making him look like a hamster. She recognised the feral like eyes that usually sparkled with childish joy whenever they saw something cute. She recognised the emotionless face which often hid his true self and create misunderstandings. She recognised that firm, tensed body whenever he was ready to fight. She recognised those aloof looks even when on mission. She recognised the clumsy body that was still able to do anything. She recognised that goofy, excitable look on his face even when working. She recognised them all. But they didn't recognise her.

After all, they thought she was dead.

Jeonghui removed her shirt and winced at the large burn marks that decorated her body. She remembered that night very clearly and she wished she didn't. It had been like four years? The trauma still followed her, flinching every time she saw flames, which was ironic when she worked as a chef in a quiet restaurant and cooked her own meals. She was only 15 then when the 'accident' happened.