Dahmo one-shots :)

[REUPLOAD] Where are you? It's late! Come home.

Tzuyu was calling me. Usually this meant only one thing. I picked up as quickly as possible.

"It's Momo." Was all her shaky voice needed to say over the top of pumping music for me to hang up and run. I dropped my shopping bags at the door of the store, yelling to the cashier that I would be back to pick them up. I don't even know if they heard me, but it didn't matter.

Momo is my best friend. She lived in the apartment next door to Tzuyu, my childhood nemesis that I had made an agreement with, ever since Momo moved in. Only one rule that she had to follow to be allowed to live next to my best friend: If you hear loud music – deafeningly loud – from Momo's apartment, call me.

At first, Tzuyu had been against it. She never listened to me. Not until she's seen absolute proof. So, in the first few weeks after Momo moved in, I was afraid to leave her alone. I checked on her every night and morning. The absolute proof for Tzuyu came too soon. As much as I hated her guts, I knew she had a soft heart, so after the incident on the third week of Momo being her neighbour – that involved deafeningly loud music – Tzuyu agreed despite our differences. In fact, I think the incident affected her so much that she was checking on Momo like how I used to. Her girlfriend, Chaeyoung had informed me. After Tzuyu gave into my arrangement, I hadn't gotten a call until today.

I sped down the road as fast as my legs would allow me to, not allowing myself to apologise to the multitude of people I had knocked away from my path. I made it to my car in record time, not bothering to buckle up before speeding down the street toward Momo and Tzuyu's apartment complex. If I maintained this speed for the whole journey, I thought to myself, I would be able to make it there within five minutes.

My heart wasn't able to catch up with me. It sped along with the wheels of my car. I swerved past a few people on crossings and even moved to the wrong side of the road when there was a slight build up of traffic. I had to get there in time. I had to be fast.

My mind barely registered the building when it came into my sight, my body going into auto piolet as I pulled up on the side of the road and rushed out of the car. I could already hear the music. It was a hip-hop song with a great beat. A song that was definitely Momo's style.

I ran as fast as my legs would carry me to the stairs and ran up four flights before almost smashing into Tzuyu at the top. She grasped my shoulders to stop me from toppling over and steadied me. Her eyes were teary. I knew she was remembering what happened last time.

"The door is locked." She said, her voice frantic. "I tried knocking but I don't think she can hear me."

I nodded and pushed past her to the door. Number 17. The music was almost hurting my ears as I shoved my shoulder into the door again and again until the flimsy lock gave in. I stumbled into the room and didn't bother with my shoes, walking in to find Momo dancing to the music in her living room. Her body moved with practice and precision; each move precisely on the beat. Her arms were coated in sweat and another substance. It was red.

I spotted the speaker in the corner and bolted for it, switching the music off. The seconds after were filled with silence and the sound of Momo's laboured breathing.

I turned to face her. She was sweating and her eyes were full of tears. Her bangs were plastered to her face and her hair was clumpy and unwashed. She looked several years older than she should be, the dark bags under her eyes indicating the lack of sleep and the way her baggy shirt hung off her frame pointed to a lack of food. Her arms and were decorated with thin scratches, each dripping with blood

I started at her for a moment, our eyes meeting and our bodies still. Then I spoke.

"Momo." I said. My voice quiet but firm. I didn't want to scare her, but Momo's eyes were wide with guilt and fear. "What have I said about this? Don't you ever listen?"