not your typical love story // 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓷. (EDITING...)

CH.29

A/N :
here's yet another boring author's note for you to read.

i was literally dying to finish the powerpoint for our report tomorrow to end my misery, plus the fact that i have to multitask to finish my written works and scripts, thus it took me an eternity to write an update.

it's still in the first semester yet i'm already tired. by the way, i wish everyone a pleasant reading experience!

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it was three o'clock in the morning, and there was not a single sound in the doctors' dormitory.

however, he was startled awake by unusual and muffled noises coming from his unit's kitchen, as if a cat had broken in.

he climbed down from his bed, groaning quietly and lazily rubbing away the lethargy from his entire system, to check what had created that sound.

slowly making his way to his apartment's kitchen, he looked for the light switch and, once he found it, he turned it on without hesitation.

he was then startled to see something he hadn't expected to see and accidentally screamed out of shock as he fell to his knees.

the noise was coming from his apartment's living area, not the kitchen.

the cushion pillows were ripped in half and flung over the small living room, the vase was shattered into tiny bits, and the flowers arranged on it were spread across the table.

the books and other papers on his shelves weren't in their proper positions, and there was a word written in blood right in front of him, on the caramel colored wall.

get away from him.

he couldn't take a single step since his knees had suddenly forgotten how to move, so he reached for his phone in the pocket of his pants and dialed anybody he could at that time, without even reading who it was.

the other line finally picked up after many rings.

"hello?"

for the pink-haired jihoon, it was a very familiar voice.

he stammered, "w-wonwoo?"

jihoon had no idea who he had phoned; all that mattered was that someone answered the call.

he couldn't even properly hold the phone without trembling, so he could not bother looking for an specific person to contact.

"oh hey, jihoon, why are you stuttering? you sounded scared, did something happened?" asked the other line, hurriedly.

wonwoo sounded genuinely concerned about his friend's well-being.

"can you come over to my unit right now? i think someone broke into my room while i was alseep," jihoon said, hesitating every now and then.

"wait, what? seriously— i'm coming! i'll be there in a second, god, stay calm, okay?" shouted the black haired one, clearly leaving a shambles in his own unit in order to attend to his friend as quickly as possible.

it was ironically amusing to utter those things to the pink-haired when wonwoo was anything but tranquil.

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"what happened hoon?" was the first question wonwoo asked when he knocked on jihoon's door.

it was four in the morning but he could not care less about his friend's neighbors who he might wake up with his noise.

"i d-don't know, i have no idea," the pink-haired continued to be agitated, so wonwoo escorted him to the sofa and offered him a drink of water, which he gladly accepted.

jihoon muttered, hardly audible, "t-thank you."

wonwoo sighed and stared at the shambles.

"should i call the cops to look into this?" the older wondered, his face showing concern.

what may have happened if jihoon hadn't gotten out of bed earlier? he had no idea.

there are many worse scenarios: that intruder could have strangled or stabbed him.

and worse, he could've set jihoon's unit on fire.

they had no idea who did it, but whomever did it is probably commissioned to or probably had a grudge against the pink-haired doctor.

"please don't." jihoon said with a casual shake of his head.

with a wrinkled brow, wonwoo questioned, "why not? tell me."

wonwoo crouches to match his friend's eye level and says, "hoon, listen up."

"it's your life that's in risk here and it's a big deal for me as your friend. i wouldn't just sit here and do nothing as if it's totally normal to have your house broken into and receive a threat scrawled in blood on the wall of your unit." wonwoo said.

jihoon said, his head down low, "sorry, i couldn't really think straight right now."

"did something go missing?" the black-haired asked.

"i don't know, i haven't move at all till you came," jihoon said as wonwoo heaved a sigh.

"jihoon! wonwoo!" exclaimed a voice as the said individual entered the unit.

it was jeonghan.

"oh my god, what happened? are you okay- wait, you're obviously not." he said as he examined his younger friend.

jihoon forced a smile and added, "i'm fine."

as he stared at the mess, jeonghan asked, "so, did you already call the cops on this?"

they both shook their heads 'no.'

"seriously, jihoon?" jeonghan exclaimed, his sigh not quite as deep as his concern for the younger.

"how did that person break into your unit? did you leave the door unlocked?" the oldest of the three asked.

jihoon replied. "i didn't."

"i believed that person had been following jihoon around for awhile," wonwoo stared which piqued their interest.

"how do you say so?" jeonghan asked, intrigued by the response.

wonwoo stares at the pink-haired. "you said you didn't leave your door unlocked, right?"

"hm," jihoon said, nodding.

"aren't you wondering how i walked into your apartment without even asking you to unlock the door for me?" the black-haired said.

"wait, what do you mean?" jeonghan questions.

even jihoon was taken aback at the statement.

"it's obvious because the lock was already open when i've arrived earlier, i assume that you only left it open for me but hearing what you've said now, i can only assume one thing." explained the black-haired wonwoo.

"i believe that whoever that person is, i guess he knew you so well that he knew your pass code or he may have been stalking you for quite some time now," he continued.

"god, seriously?" exclaimed jeonghan."that's it, i'd had enough of it, we're contacting the cops now, you're really in danger," he added as he took out his phone to call.