Party Night 《Chengstin, Zhangjun, Zhengting》

six

yanjun and zhangjing wondered through the halls stealthily and fastly to check the exits.
they came across a few dead bodies, making zhangjing feels nauseous and cling to yanjun.

they safely made it to their destination, and began inspecting their exits. yanjun looked through the window and saw a bear trap sitting in front of it. "fuck that," he whispered and looked at zhangjin who got finished looking at the door.

the door had a shiny object at the top of it. zhangjing got closer to it and touched it. he hissed and brought his hand back. it was a huge piece of metal that was sharp enough to cut on the edges and sides. it seemed heavy, so if they were to run out it, it'd cut right through them.

yanjun inspected his lover's hand and noticed it was a small cut and calmed down. they held hands, heading to the last door for them.

"i'm scar-" zhangjing cut off his own words with a gasp. he stopped walking and stood still. yanjun who was still walking turned his head back quickly and tears welled up in his eyes.

someone had came up behind them and stabbed zhangjing in the stomach. he got angry as the stabber pushed zhangjing to the ground. yanjun attacked the stabber, and while getting many cuts, he managed to get the knife and slit their throat.

he shoved the knife in his back pocket and stood up, backing away from the body, shocked that he killed someone. he heard zhangjing whimper and quickly ran to him, picking him up.

he was fucking checking the other damn door. zhengting or someone else can. he made it back to the closet as quickly as possible with zhangjing in his arms.

he knocked on the door, assuming justin and chengcheng were back. he was right as justin opened it and let them in. justin locked the doors again and looked at zhangjing's wound. it was bad, very bad. he was losing blood fast, and none of them knew how to stop it.

yanjun frantically looked around for something to stop the bleeding. he came across a small thread and needle. "will this work?" he whispered, showing the items to the small group.

justin scratched his head then nodded. "m-maybe," he whispered back, pushing zhangjing to lay on his stomach as he closed up the wound.

afterwards, justin cut some of yanjun's shirt to tie around his wounds as well. he sighed.

when they get out of there, zhangjing will be the first one to get checked up on in the hospital. they didn't know if this would work, but they are willing to try anything.