Hell Hole

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

The faint sound of a ticking sound rung in Jeongin's mind, the same one He had heard on the bus. His eyes opened, met with that particular setting.

He closed his eyes once again, falling into a solemn state of mind as he focused on the beat that thrummed through his red earbuds. It was constant, the little thump that was there, yet always changing depending on the song. He focused on the lyrics as well, they were harsh and quite dark, but he enjoyed them as if they were his own.

The halt of the bus sent him into the seat infront of him, his face mushing against it. The earbuds that twirled around his fingers twisting and tangling together.

''Ssan Avenue." The conductor yelled back at the full bus, his eyes narrow and practically glaring as He watched Jeongin get up and begin trudging down the walkway.

The atmosphere was different from the first time Jeongin was there.

Are there more people than before?

Why am I here?

Jeongin got up to his feet, ascending his eyes down the rows. They were filled with identical men, the distinct bouncy, blond hair He would have recognized anywhere.

They all snapped their heads back to him at the same time, grins upon each and every one of their beautiful faces.

"Why are you here?" Jeongin dropped to his knees, pressing his forehead to the bus's floor, "Stop! Please, stop following me!"

One of them stepped forward, dark circles lining his eyes, "Will you do something for Hyung?" He whispered, close enough to taste the sweat that beaded against his skin, "Kill them all."

All of them had begun to chant; Their voices buzzing in his mind.

"Kill them all."

"Kill them all."

"Kill them all."

"Kill them all."

Jeongin's eyes shot open, the room bright and blinding to his unfocused eyes. He sat up, scanning the room.

Heavy breaths and an accelerated heart rate reminded him that He was awake.

He had clearly remembered that Yuho was sitting beside him, his voice rising as He spoke, "Yuho?" He called into the dense air. The lights flickered on and off, a shadow appearing at the door, "Yuho, this isn't funny. Please."

The air was growing suffocating. Jeongin tipped over his lap, holding his hand above his lungs. He couldn't breathe, his subconscious restraining him. As soon as his eyes locked onto the shadow again, the feeling disappeared.

Chris.

Jeongin stepped to his feet. He grabbed ahold of Chris. One of his hands on his wrist, another snapping around his throat. He increased his pressure, his eyes filled with terror and eerie calmness.

"Jeongin..." Yuho's voice stifled her breathing stammering.

The boy pulled away. It was never Chris He had seen, it had been Yuho all along. "I'm sorry-" He cried out, the mark of his hand tainting her skin a faded pink.

Yuho turned and ran through the front door. Jeongin followed once he grabbed his bag, sprinting after her, "Yuho!" He shouted, stumbling down the stairs after her.

The woman rounded the exit, running out into the streets as the rain had begun to pour. Jeongin reached out for her arm, "Yuho, Yuho!" He eventually caught up to her once she reached a cab, "Yuho, I can explain!"

She tugged at the door handle; Jeongin jerked her hand away, "Let me go!" She cried out urgently, whipping around to face him.

"I'm sorry." Jeongin pressed closer, sobbing, "I'm so sorry. I can explain!" He grasped her arm once again.