Winter Goes [ A Day6 Fanfic ]

A Day For Lovesick People

Author's Note

This is a R-18 chapter, well, a bit (LOL). I included in the tags of this story that it is "mature" after all. I didn't write the detailed things yet 'cause first of all I'm not exposed to reading detailed violence, so I'll start reading those from now on so that I can adapt in writing that part.

For that, it's not that detailed too because I'm not used to writing that. Just imagine how they did that stuff according to your liking xD

But I promise you guys that in the following chapters, everything  is going to be detailed. I know that some of y'all are thirsty for that kind of thing so I'll work hard! :D Enjoy!

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"I'm probably dead when the sun comes up. Don't come to save me or else you're going to die as well."

Gloved hands tucked inside the pockets of his black trench coat, Wonpil watched the medics come out of the pub, carrying a stretcher with a body covered in white cloth. The place that was thundering with music just hours ago was already silent. The smell of the alcohol was still in the air, but Wonpil could detect the faint odor of gunpowder. Despite the cold, many people still came to the crime scene, gossiping about what happened.

All of the staffs in the pub were shot once, but the owner was shot multiple times on the chest.

Wonpil crumpled the paper inside his hand, his teeth gritted, and his eyes became heated.

There really was something -- someone behind him that made Sakura distracted that night, and Wonpil was sure that what or who she saw had something to do with her death.

A thought suddenly popped up in his head, making him turn around and walk away. Besides, he couldn't take the heavy atmosphere in the place anymore. It made him dizzy and nauseous, and the cold was not helping. He prayed silently that it wouldn't snow that morning.

With his heart pounding loudly in his chest, his feet took him to the alley where Mr. Lim's pawn shop was located. The travel towards the shop seemed longer to Wonpil that he ran, not caring about the cold gust of wind that pierced his cheeks.

'Please tell me it's not true,' he thought. 'Please tell me that they're still alive.'

Panting, he accidentally stepped on a plastic bag as he turned left, making him slip sideward, his left face down on the ground.

"Shit!" He cursed loudly at the impact on his cheekbone. He slowly stood up and saw the shop, already closed. It made sense, since it's already morning. However, Wonpil was not convinced that the couple was sleeping, or watching television, or whatever. He knew that something was wrong even if he didn't want to believe it. He walked towards the closed entrance and banged on the door. "Mr. Lim!" No answer. "Open the door!" He waited, but still there was no answer coming from the inside.

The thought that there's someone following him last night kept on repeating in Wonpil's mind.