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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛

[continuation of chapter 2]

Hongjoong hadn't even thought about the past events that happened just a few months before, he was so caught up with building their new life that it never once crossed his mind. All the traumatic things that happened seemed to flash through his mind like a horrifying movie.

The smaller male's face seemed to drain of all color, his eyes blinked rapidly as a brewing sense of fear began to rise up from his toes.

"H-Hana? As in-"

"Hana fucking Nims..." Seonghwa spat under his breath as he threw the microphone onto the ground. 

Hongjoong started shaking his head, running a hand through his hair while the memories continued to play in his mind. "This can't be happening... I can't go through this again, Seonghwa. I can't do it."

The black-haired male looked back over his shoulder, seeing how quickly Hongjoong had started to panic. "Joong..." He then turned around and slid across the floor so he was now kneeling in front of him. Seonghwa grabbed his hands tightly, looking up into his lover's eyes. "The worst thing we can do right now is panic, alright?"

"How can I not panic? There was no return address upon the box, right? We moved to the other side of the world, Seonghwa, and flowers wouldn't survive an overseas shipment without being destroyed. That means Hana is here, she's here somewhere and she knows where we live. This is a sign, a warning, she's coming for us." Hongjoong rambled frantically, his hands beginning to shake from the rising panic in his gut.

Seonghwa reached his hands up, cupping Hongjoong's cheeks. "Listen to me, alright? You need to calm down. You're probably right, she's probably here in Paris, but instead of panicking we need to gather all we can and get out of here. Do you understand me?"

"I-I can't do this-"

Suddenly, the split sound of the kitchen window crashing in and a spray of splintered wood exploded dangerously close to them. Both males looked to the wall beside them with wide eyes, a large bullet hole now in the wall.

"Run... NOW!" Seonghwa exclaimed as he grabbed ahold of Hongjoong by his shoulders, rushing out of the kitchen. Just as they ran through the doorway of the kitchen, another shot had gone off, hitting the wall directly beside Seonghwa's back. If they hesitated for a moment, it would've been an instant kill shot.

They bolted down the hallway as fast as they could toward the front door. Beside the front door was a small table with a single drawer and a bowl for car keys placed on top. Seonghwa didn't hesitate to rip the drawer open, grabbing a loaded 10-clip handgun from the drawer and the four extra clips. He shoved the clips into his back pockets and grabbed his car keys from the bowl.

"Seonghwa, I cant-"

"Joong, there's no time to discuss this! We need to get the hell out of here!" Seonghwa exclaimed as he grabbed the smaller male by his hand, rushing out the front door with him.

At the end of the walkway sat Seonghwa's black Porsche, it was the only thing he brought with when they picked up and left. As they neared the car, two men dressed in a mercenary style stood up from the other side of the car, training their guns on the couple.

Everything seemed to work in slow motion at that moment, Seonghwa shoved Hongjoong to the ground as the first gunshot rang off. Seonghwa raised his gun to aim with his right hand, taking out the first guy without hesitation, instant kill shot.

Just as Hongjoong raised his head to look at Seonghwa with fear in his eyes, a spray of blood flew as a single bullet grazed Seonghwa's right shoulder. The black-haired male cried out and hissed loudly in pain, his left hand clasping around the now bleeding wound. In response, Seonghwa fired back with four shots back to back, riddling the man's chest with bullets before he fell to the ground.