DESTINED | WH

THIRTEEN: REALITY

About half an hour has passed and I was half way done. We decided to head up since the space was getting smaller and smaller in here. We could make some alters here and there but we don't want stacks and stacks of files falling everywhere and making a mess.

The moment the door closed Hyungkyun turned to face me. He was so quiet the whole time I was gathering files. "That girl.. was crying here." Was all he said at first. "And judging from her behavior it seemed like she was trying to avoid someone." The doors open and I start picking some files up already but he presses a button, making the doors close.

"What do you think about it?" He asked me. I was silent but managed to speak, "I'm honestly not liking the sound of this.. I saw them exit his car and it already looked like a lot. Not only that but the tone of his voice when we told him that we haven't seen her at all was already red flags." He sighed and the doors opened. 

"Maybe we should intervene--" 

"No. We won't be intervening with their personal problem." I looked at him, "why not?" Hyungkyun gives me a look, "it's not our business to, Wonho. If people have problems, let them deal with it. People like us have no rights to butt in like that. Especially if it's this kind of issue."

"But what if something terrible happens?" I asked. He clicked his tongue, "just let them be, okay?" He took a deep breath and sighed, changing the topic.

"Do you want to take it from here?" He asked me. I slowly shook my head, "I'm good. I've gotten the hang of it. Plus, I don't think your weak body can handle this much." I joked. I managed to make him laugh at least.

I went towards his apartment and opened the door, placing the files on the same place. I started walking back to the elevator and went inside but Hyungkyun was no longer there. "Hey asshole," I turned and saw him with a huge laundry trolley.

We started filling the trolley with files and I was surprised with the amount you could fit in it. "Y'know maybe we should change the rolling carts at the office with laundry trolleys." He joked. We went towards the apartment and started unloading quickly. After a while, we already finished with more than half of the files inside the elevator.

"Since you've helped me a lot, why don't I treat you to dinner? There's a BBQ place not far from here." He said. I gave him a look then his expression changed, "not in that way, idiot." My eyes widened and quickly shook my head, "I wasn't thinking like that! I was just surprised that you're being nice to me. Are you sick? Maybe you should sit this one out."

He clicked his tongue, "fine then." I couldn't help but laugh. This wasn't something I was used to. I've never really done anything like this before. Sure, I've helped a bunch of people but that's about it. Just quick help. It's been about.. almost two hours? And surprisingly, it hasn't been that bad. Sure, it was awkward at first but at least it's not that bad anymore.

"So do you wanna eat at that BBQ place? Only after we finish obviously." I nodded, "sure, I don't mind. My place isn't that far from here anyway." He raised his brows as his eyes widened slightly, "really? Hmm.. small world."

While we were talking and heading our way towards the elevator to gather more, a big explosion happened, making the entire floor above us crash down. My head hits the ground harshly, making it bleed along with my ears ringing. I squint my eyes in pain, the loud ringing noises giving me a headache.

"W-Wonho!" I heard Hyungkyun's voice. I can smell smoke and that's when I started to gather strength to stand up. Pieces of concrete leave my body as dust was everywhere. The entire floor was catching on fire and electrical wires were everywhere.

I started looking around for Hyungkyun, calling his name. "R-Right here.." he said weakly and my eyes widened at the sight of his lower body under destroyed concrete. "I can't feel my legs." He said as he groaned in pain. I went towards him and attempted to lift the concrete off of his legs. He weakly moves his legs. I let the concrete go, "can you still manage to walk?"