Hell Hole

Chapter Twenty-Five.

Chris and Jeongin trudged up the steep steps as the night continued, the younger tailing behind the elder.

"Go inside without me," Chris hushed, the brilliance of a street lamp beaming down onto them, "I'm going to finish up some things before I go in..."

Jeongin didn't bother to acknowledge nor behave in any possible way as a response. The only thing that He happened to do was lower his head, making the rest of the way up.

This is my chance.

I have to run now.

I will in three...

Two...

One.

"Jeongin," Hyunjin snapped him from his thoughts as he withdrew from the door, having just run down to the gas station to purchase some candyfloss, "Jeongin." He slung his arm around his shoulders, "I smelt something weird when I was passing that closed off floor..."

Jeongin wobbled over his feet, his knees buckling; however, He surprisingly managed to stand upright.

"I kept trying to figure out what it was, and I just think it was blood from the stench it gave off-" He halted, glancing down at him, "Hey, what's wrong?" He tentatively cupped his stitched cheek, "You're all bloody..."

Jeongin froze, feeling Chris's eyes pierce his body from behind, "I just tripped on my way here." He gradually spoke, trembling.

"How did that happen?" Hyunjin exhaled, tracing over the wounds, "Answer me, Innie. You're lying."

"Just stop," He squeezed his eyes closed, "Bring me inside," He held himself up with all the strength He endured. His mind had turned to mush, unable to think or process anything, "Please, It just hurts so bad."

Hyunjin girdled his arm around his waist, helping him stagger towards the door. He floundered on the stairs abruptly, trying his hardest to aid the Boy the best He could.

They reached the main hall, Jeongin falling eerily silent as He pondered towards his room.

"Jeongin," Hyunjin fluffed the back of his hair, an anxious tick of his, "If you're up to it, would you like to stay in my room for a while?"

Jeongin toyed with his keys, "No," He susurrated, "I need to sleep..."

"That's fine, Goodnight," Hyunjin recuperated, patting him on the back before He shifted to trek down the hall.

Jeongin approved, pressing the key into the keyhole. He twisted it until it clicked, shoving his door open just to fall back onto the floor as He shrieked in terror.

A deceased cat laid on the floor, the gore smeared all over the room.

Hyunjin came dashing back, crouching alongside Jeongin, "What?" He gasped, "What's wrong?

"There's a cat," Jeongin lamented, pressing his face into his knees as he rocked himself back and forth, "Oh my god, please help me, please-"

Hyunjin glanced inside the room, glowering, "Jeongin," He rustled, rubbing his thumb over the latter's shoulder, "nothing's there."

Jeongin lifted his head, wailing as He pointed towards where it was, "It's! It's right there-" His hand wavered, blinking. It was gone, "It was... It was right there..."

"Jeongin, you're just tired," Hyunjin addressed carefully, viewing him as the color drained from his complexion, "Jeongin."

Jeongin gazed out into his room, his eyes clasping shut as His mind wavered. He deliberately blundered from awareness, his breathing faltering as he suddenly collapsed onto the filthy ground.