GANGSTA | NOIR SIHEON

-chapter fifteen.

DAY ???

im so angry at myself. i forgot how many days have passed thanks to my foolish self for choosing to tip over that night. i looked around in the room, simply eyeing every article that stared back at me until i noticed one that stood out most amongst the shimmering rocks. i slowly walked over to one that seemed tantalisingly entrancing to me. as my hand snaked forward, smoothly lifting the star with shaky hands as it seemed to grip my hand back. my eyes gently trailed along the edges, feeling pulled further in each second.
"what are you doing?" a stern tone spoke from behind with a venomous tongue. my gaze moved to behind me as i looked at the statue glaring at me. he stood perfectly with his shoulders straight, his eyes only staring into mine daringly, not blinking since.
"you touched it, didn't you? you let it take over you huh?" his voice was harsh and spiteful.
"selfish. we havent even tested that yet. you just used half of an antidote on yourself and you arent even infected." he tutted and walked over, snatching it harshly before putting it back down, locking the cabinet it was in before.
"wait..an antidote? for the infection? so..what does it do exactly?" i asked, my voice nervously rushing as thrill spiralled through every inch of my veins in my body.
"what do you think if it's an antidote? we only finished it yesterday and were meant to test it on an infected but i guess now we have to work another year on another and just waste the other half now." he sighed. "you weren't even infected.." he growled lowly.

i couldn't tell him. but, if i was infected..does that mean im cured? i had so many questions but i felt the answer was similar to that. similar enough to help me. to help younghoon. and that was all i needed.
"get changed, we're going out to the park for busking again since we could do with checking on other gangs." he walked out without facing me, roughly shutting the door after himself. i smiled to myself and ran to the closet, quickly rushing to grab an oufit. black turtle neck. red flow skirt. black beret and black combat boots with red laces. it was perfect to look natural. i brushed through my obsidian hair before adding a light tint of red to my inner lips, rubbing it in smoothly before walking over to the artifact, my hands shaking as i faced it yet again, managing to no longer fall into a trance. my hand slowly lifted, hovering above the glass clase. i had to do it. i could help younghoon..

i counted myself down. 5..
4..
3..
2..
1..

i took a deep breath before dropping my hand at lightning speed onto the box roughly.

SMASH.