How To Sin | ateez

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Her tears were running down her face as her weeping grew clearer and louder on the floor of the huge dark house. Her legs carrying her back and forth her sight blurry, her heart, broken, her mind dull, her.

The sudden burst into the house, you wished Song Mingi had held you more further than he already was. The least you wanted to see, the last sight you wanted to have was
Jung Wooyoung, being covered in blood again.

As you close your eyes trying to calm yourself down your shaking hands seem to reckon from it and not listen to your inner calming voice at all. This wasn't what you ever thought it would be. Your first thought already was that something bad had happened but you never predicted it to be this bad. Your heavy tears hitting the floor of the house made the atmosphere tenser than it already was. From time to time you would steal looks at the door that was by the end of the floor, someone was there someone who fucking had needed help all the time, some guy who was your boyfriend. Yeah, Jung Wooyoung very much. And oh, how it hurt. To know that you already had seen him in that state. And then his words back come to your mind.

"Please don't bring me to the hospital please."

And then the sudden flashback is gone as you stare at the same door.

"We can't call an emergency Hana."

Song Mingi had said when you had kneeled already panicking. Your hands were shaking as you had softly touched the male's almost lifeless body.

A small gasp escaped you and soon you felt like the world was falling apart. The last thing you expected was this. Everything was unexpectedly happening though. Everything. And you surely weren't ready nor did you want to be ready for what was coming next towards you.

"Do I look like a care call the ambulance right fucking now Mingi!"

You tell us the first thing you do is take your jacket off, your hands were red, your knees red, the floor res, everything was the color of red and you couldn't stand it, stand the idea the amount of blood someone you adored more than anything was dying in front of you. Was he?

Mini sighs, he doesn't seem as concerned at you, maybe because he already was but, it wasn't the same, he had gone through it before. And seeing you going through it for the first time just reminded him of his first. And although this was a very bad state he knew Jung Wooyoung would make it.

Cause Jung Wooyoung, always did.

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The door opens suddenly making everything around you disappear. Your mouth which felt parched, and your throat that hurt, suddenly seemed to be disappearing too. Your shaking legs now that you were standing carried you directly towards the man that wore a white coat he looks soon at you worried as your eyes are filled with tears again. Does he have good or bad news?

You didn't talk you just waited for him to do. It was hard for you to even open your mouth, you felt like if you did that anytime soon it would only be a scream that would escape you. You were at the end of a cliff. On an edge. And you couldn't explain how, but God, only knew how you landed there. And it wasn't just the fact that you were losing someone you barely knew but the fact that you made it so far. So far to the point, you were indeed maybe losing someone in front of your eyes.

"The operation approved. They were deep wounds, thank God not that deep, he lost a lot of blood but luckily his friend was there. He will slowly reach his consciousness, soon."

You nod and all that you can do is whisper a very weak "Thank you" it more of seemed like you mouthed it, which made the male in front of you only nod in understatement. You slowly walk up to the door, as soon as the doctor allows you to enter the room. Opening this time, it revealed a pale Jung Wooyoung who no longer was covered in blood, but seemed lifeless still. You thought you'd see also his friend next to him but instead, you saw no one.

Where would Song Mingi go now? Maybe fresh air. He was for a long time in the room. How come you didn't notice him leaving?

You sigh shaking your head as you take a seat next to the make that was lying asleep on his bed. His bed. His house. No ambulance no Hospital, but a doctor a strange person who claimed to be a doctor, whom the red-haired male had called. He had shown up in a few together with two women on his side that helped him through that. When Song Mingi had kneeled to carry his friend. His eyes had fallen next to you as you weren't willing to let go of the body covered in blood. That sight had broken him. Although he barely knew you, or maybe he did more than you knew him. It still hurt him to see you in that state.

And there you were holding his hand again. Although that's the last the boyfriend of yours merited. After all the things he caused you. Maybe that's the least he deserved. And meanwhile, you were holding a hand and looking speechless at a wounded human being in front of you, a red-haired man who was standing in front of the house in the garden, holding nothing more than a cigarette and a phone.

He sighs puffing the toxins out. His eyes fixated on the woods in front of him. He shook his head only.

"I fucking told him that shit is dangerous, man. If it wasn't for the sweet little one this time, he would be dead. Do you hear me? Dead."

He repeats himself and soon at the end of the line hears a chuckle. His eyes suddenly obscured darkly. His grip around the phone tightened. It seemed like he wanted to suddenly commit murder. Yeah, he maybe got murder on his mind.

"You're not taking it seriously, San when it's you who brought him into this. And you? You fucking ran away, just fucking be happy he doesn't want revenge.
If I was Jung Wooyoung I wouldn't give a fuck if you were an old good friend of mine or not I would straight up kill your ass, you fucked up asshole!"

Song Mingi was gritting his teeth together the sound could be even perceived already. The red male was sunshine he would never do anyone anything bad but there was someone who he hated. He hated one person the most and that person was no one else but Choi San.

Come to think of it, it made no sense, did it? Well maybe with time it would.

Time.

Time was the enemy of them all including him. And God did he hate that too. But seeing someone like Choi San becoming such a scamp made him sad and even more mad.

"Well you're not Wooyoung are you?"

The teacher at the end of the line chuckled once again, and that's when the red-haired male, that had dyed his hair that color for a reason, was seeing red in front of his eyes enough. Enough for him to latch.

Red was the color of anger, and anger is all he could feel lately. Just like when he felt it years ago when he was standing on the ring, and people around him were yelling. People around him were pushing him towards no one but his enemy. As he'd hit forward. But he had enough, he didn't want enemies. He wanted peace. Sadly his friends were the opposite. The whole opposite. And that made him more than just worried. Everyone had gotten out of it with time, and though they separated, he and Jung Wooyoung never did.

Yet still, here he was feeling separated from his friend more than ever. He needed him to stop. Jung Wooyoung was slowly killing himself. And Jung Wooyoung could be anything, anything he wanted so why, why would he choose to still be nothing more than an

underground fighter?

Mingi hissed his muscles flexing as he had nothing in mind but the person who brought his dearest friend into it, and that person was already at the end of the line waiting for him to speak up.

And as Song Mingi spoke before he hung up, nothing had made him more furious.

Nothing.

"Listen, Choi San, you'll fucking get him out of that fucking vicious circle just like you got him in, if you don't I'll murder you with my own hands.

And I promise you that."

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