SOTUS: I am YOUR Bodyguard!

2. New target

Here is chapter two... There will be some time skip but bear it with me in this chapter.... Enjoy it...

The song is For the first time by Gilgu Bonggu (Are you Human OST)

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Oaujun's mother broke down after shedding too much tears, the female pathologist and her husband rushed to her side to help her stand straight on her feet. She was too weak to stand on her own feet so her husband and the pathologist supported her out of the room. They intented to take her in an available room so she could take a rest. Singto was left alone with Oaujun's corps. He still couldn't believe that the dead man laying in front of him was his childhood friend and his ex boyfriend Oaujun. His lips twitched, he wanted to say something but the words wouldn't come out of shock. The only thing he could think about was that the morgue was too chilly for Oaujun. Maybe he needed something to keep him warm. He just wanted him to wake up and scare him that he only played a joke with him. They would laugh then continue their daily routine, being best friends.

His hand reached for Oaujun's pale cheek, he was surprised to find him cold, just like the morgue they were in. The body was too cold to be his always warm Oaujun. His index finger found its way under the younger man's nose but nothing happened. The only breathing sound one could hear was Singto's. Oaujun wasn't breathing at all. The older one's hands trembled, finally he realized that the sad truth he wished was just a nightmare, wasn't a dream but the reality. His ex boyfriend was shot dead while on duty. It was the very painful truth Singto had to live with from now on. A sad reality he would never be able to accept.

Singto's heartbeat accelerated, his guts twisting in a wicked way, every part on his body ached. The fire in his heart would never distinguish again, it was impossible for his heart to find peace again. He fell to his knees then took Oaujun's cold hand in his palms, wrapping the latter's cold hand in his warm palms, closing them gently. He blew warm air onto the man's hand to give him more warmth, with the intention of waking him up if he felt the warmth. If he felt that living was more comfortable than being dead then he would open his eyes. But the man he wanted to be alive, remained there, motionless, not breathing, neither reacting to his gentle touch. This was all Oaujun wanted from him. His gentleness and his passion. But he only gave them to him after his death. Singto was too pitiful!

Singto laid the younger one's hand on his cheek, feeling brokenhearted that the latter refused to wake up. Tears filled his eyes, he didn't even try to fight against the tears but just let them flow, the warm tears dripped down nonstop. He sobbed before letting out painful screams. His five colleagues and their chief were waiting in front of the door after hearing the news of their colleague's death. His death hit them hard since Oaujun died not far away from the place they captured the criminal an hour ago. While they were trying to save another woman, they failed to save their colleague. It was the painful reality none of them would ever forget.

„Please, wake up... I beg you to open your eyes...", Singto's painful screams resounded in the entire morgue.

It was damn painful to accept the truth. It hurted more since the latter called him many times shortly before he died, maybe to ask for his help. However, he didn't pick up the call since he was busy trying to capture the wanted criminal. Because of his perfection to concentrate on only one case in a time, did he lose his ex boyfriend he still loved so much. Life punished him by taking him away because of him not being there for him when he needed him the most. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Oaujun... He blamed himself for his death. Even though the morgue was soudproofed, his sobbings could be heard from where his colleagues were standing. Maybe they didn't hear him but imagining him crying and cursing himself for being an incompetent friend.