Hell Hole

Chapter Twenty-Eight.

Jeongin and Yuho sat near each other as they rode in a taxi, the air cold and saturated with an uncomfortable silence.

"Yuho..." Jeongin started, twiddling with his thumbs, "I know I hurt you, but-"

"Jeongin. It does not matter right now." Yuho groaned, gaping up at him, "What's going on?"

Jeongin rested his elbow against the window, "I'm going back to my mom's house tomorrow." He revealed restlessly, "I can't stay here any longer."

"What about your things?" Yuho contradicted, scrunching her hair between her fingers, "Aren't they at the studio?"

Jeongin breathed, gulping shakily, "I don't know, nor do I care."

Yuho drove her gaze to her lap, "Is this about," She muttered, "The man we saw before?"

Jeongin's expression instantly displaced, tears glossing over his eyes.

"The look on your face has changed ever since He came by," Yuho expressed plainly, cupping one of his cheeks, "Jeongin. Tell me what's wrong, I know you well enough to realize something's wrong."

Jeongin's cheeks grew red, the boy sobbing incoherently, "Yuho-" He choked out, tears blocking his vision, "He's a frightening man."

The clicks of Wooyeop's shoes echoed down the walls that curled around the pavement. He was solely returning to his job due to him forgetting his documents on his desk.

The lights outside the building were still beaming, shining down onto him. The elevator was still lit up, which suggested that it was able for use as he progressed.

He stepped inside, turning to face the doors as he reached for the buttons. Something seemed off, though. As when he peered out, a silhouette stood plainly alongside the wall.

Wooyeop shivered, the silhouette taking steps closer as the doors fringed towards each other. He lost track of the person once they sealed, not thinking much of it either way.

The elevator ascended the floors, ticking on its way up. The doors opened once again, the male stepping out.

While that was occurring, Jeongin meandered up the stairs of the apartment building Yuho lived in, opening the front door. He took a seat on the couch, laying down.

I thought it would clear my mind to come up here.

The boy tugged a blanket down from a rack, wrapping himself in it.

But it isn't about the location.

Every place I go to is turning into a Hell Hole.

He sprung to his feet, speedily making his way towards the windows. He closed the blinds as Yuho just stared at him, unsure of what to do.

"Lock the doors, please." Jeongin pleaded with the woman, trembling, "He's going to appear. I just know it."

The ding of an elevator caused him to jump, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks once again.

The lights flickered on and off with each step Wooyeop took, "It's all because of that crazy jerk," He grimaced, unlocking his door with a jab of numbers. He drove it open, sealing it behind him.

The sound of the door closing wasn't the one that ricocheted off the walls.

The sharp sound of someone's hand keeping it ajar replaced the usual silent click.

"Huh?" Wooyeop's facial expression twisted, proceeding his way to his desk, "Who's there?" He questioned as to the silhouette he had regarded before entered the room, "You..."