Hitman | WOOYU

Chapter Two - Reactions

What have I done? What have I done? Hui wasn't at school today, is he okay. Yes, of course he's okay. he probably just has a cold, yeah, that's it! There's no way I got a genuine hitman to kill him. He'll be back at school tomorrow.

Wooseok knew he didn't like him, but... he couldn't hurt him. He wasn't a monster. He was going to go inside, and get ready to hang out with his friends. That's what was going to happen. Hui was fine. He didn't necessarily want to go out, but he needed to see Hui, he needed to make sure he was okay.

The only reason he chose Hui was because he was the last one to talk to him, and made him annoyed... that wasn't good enough a reason, was it?

Of course not! It's murder for fuck's sake.

Wooseok opened the door to his house to see his mother crying. Great.

It's fine, it's fine,

It wasn't fine.

She's probably just been looking through old photo albums, she can be really sentimental sometimes.

That's not what she was doing.

"Son, come over here," his dad beckoned, holding a hand out for him to take.

"What's the matter? I was just about to go and get dinner with my friends." Wooseok replied and took the outstretched hand in his own.

Yes, he was going to get dinner and hang out with his friends. He was dreading it.

His friends had never really done anything bad, they were quite nice people actually, but they were so annoying to Wooseok, and every moment he spent with them was like his own little taste of hell.

"Do you want to tell him, honey?" His father asked his crying wife.

He had a sneaking suspicion about what it was.

"W-Wooseok," She began, sniffling, "Hui wasn't at school today, was he?"

Crap.

"How'd you know? No, he wasn't." Wooseok replied as innocently as possible.

Everyone used Hoe Taek's nickname, Hui, he didn't know anyone who didn't. He was like a second son to Wooseok's mum, he really was quite sweet.

"H-He..." she started before breaking down again, "He h-hung himself in the alley behind your school this... this morning,"

"I'm so sorry Wooseokie. We know how much he meant... means to you."

Wooseok broke down in tears.

He didn't know if they were fake tears or not; on one hand, he was glad to have him out of his life, forever, but on the other hand... he had just killed him, Hui, his friend of eight years, aka: his closest friend.

He was pretty good at acting by now, even if his brain was an emotional stir.

"Oh, Wooseok," His dad whispered empathetically, pulling him and his mum into a tight hug.

After around five minutes of hugs and tears, Wooseok finally broke the silence,

"I-I should probably tell the g-guys I can't m-make it this evening."

"You go ahead dear."

"I'm probably going to sleep straight after... it's been a long day."

"Love you."

Wooseok smiled at his parents and left, sniffling his way up the stairs.

He stopped in his bathroom, and stared at himself in the mirror, he looked like a wreck.