Hell Hole

Chapter Nineteen.

"Honey,"

"How would you like to be killed?"

Jeongin whined, tossing in his bed. His comforter ran over his body like a snake that slithered ever so gently across an icy plain, causing his senses to heighten.

"Open your eyes..."

"Wake up."

Jeongin sprang up, looking towards the wall that led to Chris's room. It just sounded so much like him... It sounded like Chris was speaking to him through the thin, delicate wall.

He pushed his blankets aside as He got up and wandered out of his room. He strode a little way down the hall until He realized Chris's door was swung wide open. He peeked inside, the moonlight shining through the sheer shades that covered the window.

It was shockingly empty, Jeongin turning away and continuing on his path down the hall. He realized that room three o'six was open slightly, something off-putting about that. He grasped the doorknob and pushed it open, the sound wailing at him.

A male sat infront of a desk, motionless. His head hung low, as if his neck were snapped.

"Who are you?" Jeongin gasped, suddenly fighting for air, "Who's there?"

He gradually tilted his head back, revealing the Boy's face to himself.

The replica of Jeongin was silent for a moment until He had croaked out, "Run away..." Blood dripped down from his lips, coughing it up, "Run away, I'm telling you."

Jeongin began to back away as his replica had begun to laugh, sneering at him oddly.

The laughs rang throughout the Boy's head, deafening him. He covered his ears, yelling out in pure agony.

"Jeongin!"

His eyes opened, paralyzed with fear. He counted the passing seconds, his eyes focusing on the ceiling until He was able to move again, his fingers twitching.

It was his subconscious telling him to leave, and maybe He should have listened right then and there...

Promptly, the door swung open, Hyunjin's face appearing with it, "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't know you were just asleep," He exclaimed, bowing his head, "Thank you for last night I was just here to return your charger."

Jeongin drowsily sat up in his bed, "No problem," He grumbled sleepily, rubbing at his eyes with balled-up fists. He was like a kitten, his hair sticking up and eyes dosed with exhaustion, stretching out his arms and legs.

"Here's your charger," Hyunjin murmured, setting the Boy's charger on his lap, "By the way, I wanted to talk to you about everything since you couldn't talk last night."

"Yeah, Yeah," Jeongin whimpered, getting up to his feet and setting his charger on his desk, "Let's go outside then..." He murmured, pulling on a sweatshirt and pushing past the Male, "Were you going outside anyways?"

"Yes," Hyunjin bubbled, closing the Boy's door, "I have a performance for my friend I need to go to."

"Ah," Jeongin grinned, "That's cool, What do they do? Sing?" He asked as He led the way towards the exit of the building, "I've never seen an act before."

"He does sing!" Hyunjin admitted, following after the Boy, "If you'd like we could both go watch him?" He queried.

"That would be wonderful," Jeongin pushed through the door, shutting it behind them with a slam. He skipped down the stairs, his hands waving out like a bird's, "How old are you now?" He asked, watching the stairs as He twirled down them.