Don't close your eyes - Woosan

Chapter 33

Hongjoong's POV 

The hallway had been completely and utterly pitch black, long and so truly drowned in silence we were terrified. 

It had chilled me to the core. 

It still does. Haunting my dreams, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps fluttering gracefully across my skin; even irony laughed at the brutal source of gentle things. 

There was an apprehension in the air that something was wrong, misplaced even. And it lingered around everyone's aura. As a leader, I made a mistake my heart and soul know I will never make again. I ignored the signs. 

Everything went wrong, ignoring the signs had just been a pathetic attempt to convince myself otherwise.  

They suffered for it. 

I am suffering for it

And he will never be able to suffer for anything again. 

Right now there was a struggle inside me; one that my consciousness will never be able to forgo, not until I die. Not even after that. 

Throwing myself onto the floor I had wept for hours at his feet, muttering incoherent words of comfort and apologies until the sun rose, set; rose again and again and again and I will continue to until the sun no longer exist's for me, then continue to mutter in the dark shadows of hell which I will inevitably throw myself into. 

Although you tell me otherwise. From the bottom of my heart and soul. I am truly sorry. 

Sorry for your pain. Sorry for my pain. Sorry for his pain.

1 hour earlier 

After having entered the building smoothly, swiftly, without a doubt all eight of us had made it to the last stretch. Now only a long, dark corridor lay in our way to the head of propaganda. An eerie chill swept over the room, along with a silence so quiet I was too scared to break it. So was everyone else. 

We crept discretely towards the darkness, cautiously, until only a meter lay between the natural light from the window adjacent and the stuffy corridor swamped by shadows. 

This was uncharacteristic of the White blood clan. They were bright and clinical, we were supposedly the ones shrouded in a unanimous cloak of mystery. 

However we moved forwards still, Yunho next to me obviously sensed the strangeness of the environment. The dagger clenched in his right hand became drawn even closer to his side; ready to throw. Ready to kill. 

A few more seconds passed before the silence was broken, by Seongwha. I had subconsciously made sure he was by my side the entire time, black coats brushing silently against each other. "Is this the main hallway?" His breath tickled the only patch of bare skin left on my body, a strip across my neck where the mask didn't quite meet the collar of my coat. I nodded despite the involuntary shivers his warm breath sent down the back of my spine. He continued to question me. 

"So his office is there". I followed the direction his finger pointed towards and once again nodded, not trusting my own voice to speak; because of the adrenaline from the mission, not Seongwha's constant close proximity. "And through that door are all the guards we are trying to avoid?" I kept nodding with every new question he threw. "If they hear us we are outnumbered, and will most likely die?" The steadfastness of his voice confused and scared me simultaneously and I forced myself to make a sound. 

"But why do you need to know that?" No more questions where asked after that, but my mind continued to spin over and over again as if the questions Seongwha asked were in a foreign language, me becoming the desperate translater.