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CHAPTER 3

❝ as if I was alone in this large world,

no one tries to look into my heart ❞

FILE 03: the bad side

prototype: ♯ JUSTICE

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'' Seriously? I have to sit here in the hospital, while you get to join a cult? I know that having a sick friend must suck and that Junmyeon is pretty lame, but I'm sure that if you'd really try, you'd manage to find someone normal to hang out with. '' Felix was sitting on his hospital bed and stirring the lunch that a nurse just brought to his room. His nose was a little scrunched up in disgust, both because of the unappetizing food and my questionable antics. Strands of his blonde hair were escaping out of the bandages that were wrapped around his head and falling down on his forehead. A nurse told me that he collapsed that morning and hurt himself, but he didn't want to talk about it. We rarely spoke about how the state of his lungs kept getting worse and worse.

I was turning my back to him and looking through the blinds that were covering his window. He had the bad habit of always keeping his room in darkness. It wasn't healthy, but it wasn't tough to understand. He didn't want to look at the world that was out there, so close and yet at the same time so far from him. The hospital was his prison and he didn't know if he'll ever be able to leave it again. '' They aren't a cult! They are definitely all kinds of weird, but they... They are like me. They have the same tattoo as I do. Gluttony, wrath and greed. There's no doubt about it. We all came from the same lab and they want to find out who... no, what we are, just as much as I do. ''

I turned around and looked at Felix. His face was just as serious as mine and I could tell that he hated the idea of me hanging out with Jaemin and Baekhyun just as much as I disliked him signing up as a test subject to recieve an artificial organ transplant. '' It's not the contractors that I'm worried about. It's their boss. The people who employ them are always weird. I know that because my father is one of them. ''

I cringed at the mention of his father, one of the main people in charge at Seoul's biggest police station. Running my hand through my red hair, I crossed the distance that was separating me from Felix's bed, sat down by his side and took the spoon from his hand. He tried to grab it back, but I raised it high up in the air before he could and protested: '' Come on. I'm going to make sure that you eat your lunch. I know that otherwise, you'll throw it away as soon as I'll leave and finish the packet of candy that I brought you. ''

'' I thought that you were in a hurry, miss murderer- '' he quietly muttered, reminding me of the day when Baekhyun used my body to murder some scientist and complete a job for his boss. My eyes grew wide in panic and I instinctively slammed my elbow in to Felix's stomach to make him stop talking. He chuckled in amusement, but his laughter quickly turned in to coughs and he put one hand on his lungs. I gasped in panic, started apologizing and tried to jump on my feet and go get a nurse, but he stopped me by suddenly reaching out and grabbing my wrist. '' Stop acting like I'm made of glass. You know that I hate it when you treat me like this. I want things between us to remain the same as they always were. ''

'' A-Are you really okay? '' I quietly mumbled, slowly turned around and raised my gaze to his eyes. He didn't let go of my wrist, while his other hand remained on his chest, slowly rising up and down as he was getting himself together again. He tried to act like it was okay, but he couldn't hide the pain from his eyes. '' Sorry. That's a dumb question to ask someone that's been stuck in a hospital since forever. Should I just leave? Sorry, I just- ''