call | s. hyeongjun ✓

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that night, hyeongjun laid curled up in his bed, in a warm self-made cocoon of his blanket.

he decided to stop relying on other people for help and stop crying and running away the moment he discovered something about his. . .killer.

a glance at his clock told him that the time now was 12:08 am.

he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from his table, scribbling down four names―kang minhee, ham wonjin, moon hyunbin and koo jungmo.

under jungmo's name, he wrote suspect, and he wrote suspiscious for minhee and wonjin, and left the space under hyunbin's name blank.

something was fishy about minhee hyung, hyeongjun knew that much.

minhee hyung had never been a passionate person when it came to project works, so why would he suddenly want to research on a serial killer for history? and he didn't even seem to blink an eye when hyeongjun told him wonyoung was still alive.

and for jungmo hyung, never, in hyeongjun's mind, would he think that jungmo hyung kill someone. he didn't even dare to hurt a fly. he was a sweet boy, who only had eyes for singing.

but hyeongjun could no longer trust anyone.

and for wonjin hyung, would he really kill hyeongjun? the two of them were so close, it was as if they were brot―

thud.

hyeongjun froze, a soft, small sound coming from his side, distracting him from his thoughts.

thud.

hyeongjun craned his neck towards his window, where the sound was coming from.

is it now? am i going to die. . .now?

"hyeongjun ah!" a soft, feminine voice hissed at him, and beautiful features slowly appeared in his vision. she threw a small rock onto his window to gain attention and created a thud sound.

"w―wonyoung?" hyeongjun mumbled, getting up from bed immediately, and opened the window ledge, letting her in.

the frantic look on wonyoung's face eased into a look of relief, and unknowingly, hyeongjun breathed out a sigh of relief too.

so he wasn't going to die tonight.

"wonyoung ah, what are you doing here?" hyeongjun grabbed the girl's shoulders, shaking it hard. he couldn't believe that his best friend was still alive.

"look," panic filled wonyoung's eyes. "i'll explain everything later, i swear, but right now, we only have five days."

"five? what do you m―"

"they're sending the killer after you in five days!" wonyoung shrieked, her hands flying animatedly in front of her face. "the person who kidnapped me, i heard him say that he would be sending you a clue each day for five days, and then. . ."

"then?" hyeongjun muttered, knowing what was to come. colour drained from his cheeks.

"and then, if you still couldn't figure out the killer, the killer would come for you." wonyoung gulped nervously.

"what―what should we do now?" hyeongjun murmured, looking at wonyoung, who was trying her best not to cry.

hyeongjun reached forward and hugged his best friend, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"we should take the time tomorrow and search the homes of hyunbin, minhee, jungmo and wonjin," wonyoung suggested. "there's school tomorrow and their parents are probably at work so there's no one at home. that's the best time."

hyeongjun nodded his head.

"oh and, i found this, when i managed to escape that. . .place," wonyoung said, producing a torn piece of paper from her pocket.

it was a photo, torn into half. wonyoung only had one half of it with her. there were supposedly a family of four in the picture, but in the torn picture, only two faces were seen.

probably the mum and the sister.

hyeongjun stared at the girl, at her long black hair, sun-kissed skin, heart shaped face, pink, full lips, and dark chocolate eyes, and realised she looked, very disturbingly, to someone he knew, but he just couldn't place who.

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hmm, should i add romance into this book? (;

and y'all, please leave more comments, the comments section is becoming lesser ):

AND FINESSE + ATTENTION TEAM WERE SO GOOD AACK TYSM JUNGMO FOR BECOMING MY NEW BIASWRECKER UGH I AM: VERY IN LOVE WITH HIS SOFT VOCALS

ouh and have any of you figured out the hint on the creepy asf song? (: