【Ａｓｐｈｙｘｉａ】 seongjoong

Surreal

Hongjoong could feel the heat on his skin as he stood in the courtyard. From a distance, he could hear the echo of a fight but there was no one around. In the background, a tall building was burning. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders from behind and hot breath brush his ear.

"Useless," The red-head whipped around at the voice, the feeling of arms gone. He was alone.

The sound of a water droplet. Hongjoong turned his head to his left but saw San panting against the wall clutching his bleeding abdomen. "Why Hongjoong? Why did you let me die?"

"I trusted him to you," A voice to his right. It was Wooyoung with fat tears spilling down his cheeks. "I trusted him to you and you failed me. You killed my best friend."

"No!" Hongjoong tried to reason, panic in his veins. "I-I didn't mean for him to die!"

"It's because you're weak," He saw his Ghoulish other half sitting on a bench with one leg up, mindlessly inspecting his nails. "You should have killed him, you know." The man looked up, his red eyes bright. "That agent, you should have killed him."

"I'm not going to kill anyone," Hongjoong protested. "I was there to help him."

"A lot of help you were. Didn't your little friend San get hurt?" The student avoided his gaze. San and Wooyoung were suddenly standing on either side of the blunette. "And how did that agent repay you? By pointing a gun in your face."

There was a click of the hammer and now Seonghwa had materialized, his gun aimed at the red-head. Hongjoong's face grew pained. The blunette looked up uninterested.

"He didn't know it was me." Hongjoong tried to defend the other, his voice thin.

"Oh, and would that have changed things?" The Ghoul mocked. "If Seonghwa knew he was pointing a gun at his 'precious' Hongjoongie he would have just thrown the gun away?"

"Stop it," The other said before turning around. He didn't want to hear this. He didn't even want  to ponder it because if he did, it would make everything feel real. "You don't know him. You don't know what you are saying."

"And you do?" The Ghoul side snorted while circling around the stagnant agent. "You've known him a week and now you can predict exactly how he will react? You're just a walking lab rat. If he finds out your secret, he will hunt you like livestock. Kill him now. Save yourself the trouble."

The student was at a loss. He felt fear seize up his heart. It was all to real of a fear.  A fear that could very much become a reality. Every time he was near Seonghwa, his life was putting himself at risk. He didn't know what had happened in that hellish excuse for a hospital when his whole life changed. He didn't tend to dwell on it. Every time he tried to think, his mind would blank and pain would shoot down his spine from the base of his head.

He couldn't speak. An increasing pressure was forming in his temples. Instead, he let his eyes roam around the scene. It was like something out of a war movie. The fire from the building had spread to the asphalt and the ash in the air was nearly suffocating. 

His gaze suddenly fixated on a pool of blood, the liquid glimmering in the light of the flames. The same pool that he had created when he had gotten scared and stabbed the white Ghoul.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice of the bluenette whispered from over his shoulder. "You could have spilled more, you know."