Hell Hole

Chapter Twenty-One.

Jeongin and Hyunjin still sat at the table after a few hours, their voices kept down upon others being in the building.

"...When I confronted Kibum about the cats, one of those men threatened to kill me- they all circled around me like vultures, Even Chris!" Jeongin leaned over the table, his eyes wide.

"From everything you just explained, they must all be in on it together," Hyunjin sighed in dismay, "Do you suppose they could be human sex or organ traffickers?"

"I thought about that too, but tried to think positive," Jeongin's bottom lip jutted out, rubbing his eyes with his fists, "Wouldn't you think I would've been long gone by now?"

"No, No," Hyunjin looked down at the cold food that still sat infront of them, the bottle of soju tipped over and empty, "let's not go that far then..."

"Atleast you're here," Jeongin yawned, the afternoon light shining through the windows, "Maybe the studio will become less tense."

"I love watching Thriller and Horror movies, " Hyunjin stated, teasing the back of his hair, "But there's surely something going on in there." He lowered his voice, "We need to look into this."

"What do you mean by saying that?" Jeongin slurred, "Everyone is Insane. Don't anger them."

Hyunjin holds up one finger to silence him, "The fourth floor bothers me the most," He stared down at the table, "You said you keep hearing someone walk up there, but nobody is even allowed to go up there." He waves his hand around, "Who would it be?"

"There's..." Jeongin tittered, playing with his hair mindlessly, "Probably a Cliché story behind it."

"There's something hidden there." Hyunjin smiled down at him glumly, tucking his hair behind his hair despite the length.

"Or someone..."

"That's right."

"Something Illegal." The both of them say at different moments as if they were echoing eachother, Jeongin cracking up upon hearing it.

"Mr. Seo and Chris always say that there's just a cat up there," Jeongin trailed as He bit his tongue, "but why wouldn't they let us inside?"

"Something is wrong up there," Hyunjin sighs, setting his head back against his seat. He sits up in the seat, "I'm going to see for myself."

"Hey." Jeongin snapped, shaking his head.

"What?"

"Don't." Jeongin stated sharply, "Don't do it."

"Fine, I won't." Hyunjin clapped his hands together and bowed his head.

"Never go on that floor, Hyunjin," Jeongin turned to stare up at him, "Promise me you won't."

"I promise, Jeongin.." Hyunjin nodded, leaning across the table and ruffling his hair.

"So," Jeongin twirled his chopsticks in his hand, "How long do you plan on staying?"

"I have to stay until I find some type of job... " Hyunjin clicked his tongue, "And earn more money," Sighing, He continued, "I think I'm going to be here for six months at most."

"What a pathetic life we live," Jeongin muttered.

"It's okay," He looked up at the ceiling upon feeling a droplet of water plop on his nose,  "All young people live sad lives, it's in our nature according to elders."

"While we're on the topic of pathetic things..." Jeongin rasped, "When I'm not home," He set his chin on his palm, "And if someone is acting suspicious." He paused. "Text me about that."