nothing left for you - {y.kh x s.hs}

avenge

It was about four o'clock when I finally got in my car to go home. I'd be there for an extra two hours. I'd been at work at six in the morning. I was exhausted. Getting in the car, I noticed I had missed calls, voicemails, and texts from Kihyun. "I hope I didn't miss an anxiety attack. Hopefully he's sleeping." Even though there was no one there, talking was a habit of mine. I used to talk to Kai like that. I played the voicemails as I turned my car on.

"Help me. I'm struggling. Changkyun found me." Changkyun? Wasn't that Jooheon's bitch?

"He left me with drugs, Hoseok, I'm scared. Minhyuk didn't answer, you didn't answer." Fuck... fuck please no.

"I don't plan on using them. I don't want to use them. But I'm scared. Please try to call Minhyuk for me." God, please no.

"Okay... I smoked some weed. But that's all I've done. I don't want it. And weed's not that bad." Goddamn it, Kihyun... what did you do?

I rushed home, trying to make sure he was okay before Minhyuk got home. He wasn't supposed to get home until five and I didn't feel okay leaving Kihyun at home like that. "Pick up the phone, Kihyun." I mumbled, calling him. "Pick up the phone." No answer. "Come on, Kihyun, pick up the phone!" I kept calling him until I pulled up to the apartment building.

I ran upstairs, taking the spare key from the plant by their door. "Kihyun!" I called, opening the door. I rushed to his bedroom first. He wasn't there. "Kihyun!" I turned around to see the light on under the bathroom door. "Oh God, no..." I opened the door, seeing Kihyun on the floor. He held his head on his knees as he was propped against the wall. "Kihyun?" I shook him softly and there was barely a response. "Baby?" I picked his head up, feeling his face. His skin tone was turning to ash and his face was clammy. He couldn't look up at me. I did what I knew to do and called 911. After the paramedics were dispatched, I called Minhyuk. Better yet, I called his direct extension.

"What's up?" He asked, typing away at something he was working on.

I looked down at Kihyun trying to keep him straight up. I didn't need him trapping his lungs. "Do you have Changkyun's phone number?" I asked.

Minhyuk chuckled a bit. "How do you know about him? I might."

I heard the door of the apartment building. "Kihyun saw him today... and now he's in the bathroom, suffering another overdose. This one's an accident, I can tell." I stood up, letting the paramedics come in to help him.

"What the fuck?" Minhyuk snapped. "There aren't any motherfucking drugs in that apartment, how the fuck did he get them?" I knew he was upset but what he said next concerned me. "After he gets to the hospital, pack him a fucking bag, he's staying with you. I..." He chuckled a bit to himself. "I-I cannot keep doing this. Why the fuck can't he just take responsibility and call when he's in danger?"

I scoffed, walking outside to my car, waiting for the medics to load Kihyun into the ambulance. "He called your phone. He called your fucking company and was put on hold for over 20 minutes. You wanna give up on him when you yourself were this bad once upon a time? Fine. You wanna claim he's not reaching out when he's in danger but you missed all his calls? Fine. He didn't want the drugs this time. So send me that bitch's number and I'll handle it. And since he's my responsibility now, you can go ahead and still pack that bag for me." I hung up, beyond pissed off. How was Minhyuk going to give up on Kihyun like that?

I took Changkyun's number and called him on a private number. "Hey man," I said, changing my voice slightly.

"Hey what's up?" I guess he recognized this person's voice. That was kind of funny.

I reached over to my GPS, pulling up the destination entry. "Man, I'm so lost. What's your address again? I know I'm supposed to come over to check out some things." He gave it to me without any hesitation. The Park Springs hotel, room 439. No hesitation told me he was aware of my trick, but I didn't care.

Within ten minutes, I was there. There was nothing to do but get out and go in. I found room 439 with no difficulty. When I was on a mission, not one damn thing stood in my way. I knocked three times, waiting for the door to open. Once it did, I started to walk in. "You're not who I thought you'd be," Changkyun said, looking at his phone.

"Well, who did you think I'd be?" I asked.

He looked me up and down. "Well, someone a lot less cute. But no, you're fucking hot."

I smiled a bit. He was this much of a whore? Made me think about what Jooheon really had him doing. "Where's your old man?" I asked, playing up the role of a john.

"He's not here, so what does it matter?" He asked, running his hands down my chest.

Turning around to face the door, I reached to open it and put the do not disturb sign out. Once the door was shut, I locked it immediately. "That means he won't get in my way." In an instant, my fist swung and landed right on Changkyun's nose.

"Ow!" He screamed. "What the fuck, bro?"

I knew I'd fee that pain later. But not right now. Now, I wasn't just mad. I was pissed the fuck off. "Shut the fuck up, you pussy ass bitch. You deserve that. And this." I went ahead and slammed his stomach down on my knee as I lifted it. "And maybe a little bit of this." With his hair wrapped in my hand, I threw him over the desk they had in the room.

Changkyun took a second to get recalibrated. "What the fuck did I do to you, man?" He asked. "I ain't do shit."

We skated past pissed and went straight to hell hath no fury like one crazy ass motherfucker. "You ain't do shit? You ain't do shit?" My hands reached up to his collar, slamming him into the adjacent wall. "You cost him his fucking sobriety, almost his fucking life." That's when it clicked and his cockiness came out to play.

"Little bitch deserves it," He laughed. I kept him in place with my left hand and socked him with my right.

And I did it again. "Lose your fucking attitude, you cocksucker. You aren't as big and bad as you think."

He really wanted to try to swing on me. Not only did I block it, but I caught him with an uppercut right after. "Yeah but..." Changkyun couldn't breathe. If I wasn't careful, I'd kill this bitch. "I got to your little boy toy. Broke him down like a motherfucking fraction." A punch to the stomach shut him up just fine.

"Break me then, bitch." My hands found their way to his collar again. "Break me down like a fraction then. Bet you fucking won't."

I threw him against the wall and then flung him against the desk, letting him go so he would learn how to fly. Though winded and bloodied, he was good at talking shit. "He's gonna die on you. Just like your beloved ex-girlfriend." My heart dropped. How the fuck did he know about that? "Jooheon does his research. And you think you did something to me? Wait until he finds you or Kihyun. He'll have the morgue on standby for your ass." His last sentence was cut short as he started to cough up blood.

"You think he loves you or something?" I asked. "Huh? You think you're so special? You're about as special as a slutty nurse on Halloween." I kneeled down to be face level with him. "Boo, trick. You ain't a fucking treat to anything but the street."

I left him there in his own mess. I dared Jooheon to come find me. I double dog dared him. I triple dog motherfucking dare him to come for me. If he walks up on me or Kihyun, he'll be wheeled right the fuck back to where he came from.

After leaving Changkyun and packing a bag like I said I would, I headed to the hospital. It was such a coincidence that him and Changkyun had the same room numbers. If it was even possible, he was worse than when we had that deep conversation before his overdose. His cry was bellowing and filled with despair. "I don't have anyone left... I don't have anyone."

Kihyun was crying into his pillow, staring at his monitor, begging for it to stop. "Who said that?" I asked, laying my head on his shoulder from behind him.

"I-I'm so sorry!" He screamed. "I'm just an addict. I'm never gonna see ten years, not ten months... I couldn't even see ten weeks. I'm nothing."

I shushed him. "You're not nothing, Kihyun. I got you." I kissed his cheek softly. "You're coming home with me, I'm gonna watch over you. We'll get you back. I promise." I wrapped my arms tightly around him as he cried and grabbed onto my arms just as tightly. Part of me hopes I didn't kill Changkyun. But only because I wouldn't be able to be here for Kihyun. No one's gonna fuck with him again for as long as I'm here. It's not what they could do to me that scares me... it's what I will do to them. My rage was not to be fucked with because once it's out, it's a beast to try to roll back.