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❝ 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 : 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 ❞

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and the morning came.

wonwoo was fully awake, yet he still didn't move. the bed felt empty, cold, the once warmth was gone and he knew he was left alone. wonwoo sighed, still staring at the window that was covered with white curtain, sun's ray shining through, honey hues signalling another morning. the black haired boy doesn't even have intention to even move, or even get up. he's tired, both physically and mentally.

just what is he doing right now?he should be home, or even on another busy day with his teammates, running over the city, solving crimes with four all of them, together.

... but what's this? all alone, weak, no weapons, no badge, no teammates; somehow he felt like a loser.

wonwoo finally got up, rubbing his swollen eyes from all the cries last night. he still remembers last night's dream, all the memories from five years ago flooding his memories. it's like a daily routine he'll always get. because no matter what wonwoo do, soonyoung is still is a part of him.

as he got up, wonwoo heard a loud mutters from outside of the room. the boy dragged his both feet to the room's door, twisting the knob slowly as he took a peak at outside.

and wonwoo's eyes widen.

his eyes locked at the first floor, showing a big table splattered across the big space as both his eyes stick to one light blonde haired boy, the one he knew who it was just at the first glance.

"j-jihoon?"

wonwoo took a step outside the bedroom, stepping through the carpeted floor slowly with confused face, mixed feelings as he roamed his eyes through the crowd downstairs. in front of them, there was various types of guns, bullets and knives scattered everywhere against the long wooden expensive table.

was jihoon also behind this too?

wonwoo was about to dragged his feet downstairs, giving jihoon a piece of mind when he saw another two familiar boys walking inside, eyes were deadly serious as they also take a gun, checked it's condition and shoved it inside their hidden pockets.

"junhui ?! minghao?! what the fuck is happening?!!?" wonwoo could only gasped, hiding behind the rail out from their sight as he closed his mouth with his both palms. d-d his friends betrayed him? wonwoo can't think- meeting soonyoung was already hell, but to see his own high school best friends, here, becoming the monsters like soonyoung is- he can't even processed the whole thing.

"is he up?" said jihoon, to soonyoung who just entered the living room. the maroon haired boy shrugged, also taking a piece of gun and shoving down the bullets inside it. "probably."

jihoon nodded, turning his face to another two of his best friends. minghao looked at the jihoon, lifting his eyebrows as what. "left wing, ready?"

minghao nodded, "yup. and the information we just received was pretty helpful; turns out the whole warehouse we emptied yesterday was actually found out by the whole that shitty hole police department, due to some ass head." minghao, who don't really know who he was actually talking about, rolled his eyes.

soonyoung clicked his tongue, another lump rising in his throat. because he, exactly knew who minghao was talking about. "how about the right wing?" jihoon asked, knowing the sudden changes at soonyoung's face.

"oh the right wing?" junhui glanced up, eyebrows cocking at jihoon as he chuckled mockingly. "probably kill those police bastards yesterday" junhui just shrugged, throwing all the people in the room another mischievous smirk.