Hell Hole

Chapter Eleven.

Jeongin sat beside a round table, his three co-workers sitting around him. Two bottles of hard liquor laid on the middle of the table, drained from consumption.

"Ah," Soyeon sighed, tilting her head back as She poured another shot down her throat, "Thank you so much, Jeongin-ah.." Her cheeks were flushed, dazed out.

Seoho grunted, downing two more shots, "Thanks." He muttered, his glasses fogging up from just his body heat. He sat right next to Sujoon, the Lady holding her head between her hands as her mind whirled.

Soyeon let out a whine, scootching out of her seat, "Sujoon.." She slurred, grasping the Woman's arm, "Come with me to the restroom to touch up my makeup."

Sujoon nodded, getting up out of her seat to follow their Boss.

It left the two males alone, both in silence.

Jeongin downed another shot, sneering up at the Male, "You know I'm going to say one thing. Tonight~" His words fumbled together, "I just found out that.." He raised his hand, waving into space, "Seo... Seoho,"

Seoho grimaced, fiddling with the pockets of his pants, "Hurry up with it." He huffed, grabbing one of the bottles from the middle of the table and chugging it.

Jeongin stared him in the eye, grinning at him, "Don't," He giggled, "Don't keep pictures of Sujoon in your desk anymore.." bouncing off the walls intoxicated, "Pervert.."

Seoho stood up from his seat and threw the bottle of alcohol onto the floor, the glass casing shattering, "How dare you, You," He growled, slamming his fist down on the table, "How did you even know?"

A waitress quickly appeared, her eyes wide, "Guys!" She gasped, looking down at the mess with wide eyes. Her hair swept behind her ear, falling over her feet as She scampered to look for a broom.

"She could sue you for sexual harassment," Jeongin claimed, his head hanging low. The alcohol was certainly getting to him, his eyes becoming heavy, "You Predator.."

Seoho stormed out of the Bar without a second glance, Sujoon and Soyeon watching as He left and rushing back towards the table.

Jeongin was dead asleep, drooling onto his sleeve.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Sujoon questioned timidly.

And... She won, Leaving Jeongin in Soyeon's care.

"C'mon, let's get up." She muttered, winding her arms underneath the Boy's and sliding him out of the chair. He was surprisingly light, stumbling towards the exit with him just limply laying against her.

Jeongin arrived on his street quarter past Twelve, stumbling over his feet as He had managed to wake up by that time. He was wasted, alcohol having smeared over his lips in a gloss type form, leaning over Soyeon for extra support.

"Jeongin," The woman murmured, stumbling up the steep stairs, "I didn't expect you to drink that much, don't you have any sense..?"

Jeongin laughed, his head drooping forward. He fell to his knees, struggling to get back up, "I'm sorry, Miss.." He hiccuped, his hands pawing towards the door once he reached the studio. He pulled it open, gasping once He had.

A cat hung from the doorframe on a thin yarn string. Its ears were severed and blood dripped from every place imaginably, bones peeking out from behind its fur.

Soyeon gagged, holding her hand over her mouth, "Oh my God!" She screamed, stepping back, "Jeongin, what the hell is this?"

Jeongin backed away from it, feeling his throat close up, "What the," He muttered. The distinct urge to hurl at the sight of it grew heavier and heavier, his eyes wide in shock.