𝐕𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 ↻ 𝐩𝐣𝐬

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Jisung widened his eyes as he felt her soft lips against his. He can't explain how exactly it feels because it's all new to him. 

Like a flower that bloom or the first time after the long, cold winter- that's how it feels.

Pushing himself away from her, Jisung cleared his throat in embarassment. Thankfully because the lights are off she couldn't see his flustered face.

"S-sorry." Yerin mumbled lowly but enough for him to hear her. Jisung grabbed his phone from his pocket, turning the flashlight on to give them some light. "Let's get out of here."

He said that as if nothing happened. Yerin on the other hand, she could feel her heart dancing widely inside her chest. Being close to him is enough to make her heart skip a beat but kissing him? She would never expected that.

He unlocked the door, using his phone's flashlight to examine the whole room and thankfully that person already left. Jisung took her wrist again, exiting the room.

It's awfully quiet and empty which is what makes him worried the most. Whoever that anonymous is could appear anytime now especially because the lights are out, it's an advantage to him.

Yerin kept her mouth shut, feeling shivers running down her spine as she followed the boy in front of him. Just then, the lights suddenly turned on again, making the both of them stop in unison.

The hallway is empty, just like how it was when they came here.

Jisung lets go of her wrist, signalling for her to follow him back to the hall. But as soon as they arrived there, it was a huge mess. Everyone gathered around, whispering to each other about some things they could barely pick up. 

"What happened?" Yerin whispered to him and he just shrugged, clueless of the situation.

Yerin looked to her right, spotting a middle-aged woman sitting on the chair as her tears streamed down her face. Frowning, she sqeezed herself through the crowds, covering her mouth in utter fear as she saw what's wrong.

There's a man lying lifelessly on the floor. It looks like he was stabbed more than five times. There's a writing written on the floor using his blood, "She'll end up the same way."

It was a horrible sight to see. 

Jisung immediately pulled her body closer to his, knowing exactly who did this. It must've been the anonymous, he did this as a warning. 

"Everyone get out now! The party is done!"

Yerin struggled to keep her balance as everyone rushed towards the exit door, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible. Grabbing her hand, Jisung brought her with him towards the other exit. After all this is his father's cruise, he's been here before so he knows the route.

"Jisung what exactly is going on right now?"

"I don't know but we need to get out of here. Where's your family?"

Yerin shook her head, not knowing where they are. They weren't in the hall before. Jisung noticed something odd, like a sound of a light footstep following them. He didn't want to turn around yet so he grabbed her waist, holding her so she's not turning around too.

He leaned in closer to her ear, "count until 5 and then run as fast as you can towards the exit. Don't ask anything, just run."

Yerin gulped, nodding her head before counting to five.

One...

She could hear the sound of the footstep coming closer to them as they continued to walk.

Two...

She gulped again, balling her hand into a fist.

Three...

It's getting closer and closer.

Four...

She took a deep breath, preparing to run.

Five.

Jisung turned around, his eyes meeting a pair of cold eyes. He's wearing a mask so he couldn't recognize him. Yerin ran towards the exit, turning her head once only to see Jisung fighting with a man behind her.

Jisung smirked, throwing his fist right on his face. Wiping the blood on his face, he kicked him on his stomach, causing the man's body to fall backwards, his body hitting the wall behind him.

"Fucker." He grunted, grabbing his collar, hitting him on his face multiple times. The man chuckled, entertained by how fast his anger controls him. "You're still the same guy Jisung. The boy who witnessed his friend's death that night,"

Jisung immediately stopped, his heart dropped to his stomach as he heard him mention that.

"What was his name? Ah, Kim Jungho!"

The man chuckled again but this time in a psychopathic way. He still remembered how his blood stained the flowers that night, how his throat was sliced viciously. It was a nightmare for him.

The man caught him off guard, pushing Jisung's body away from him. He took his as an advantage to grab his collar, kicking Jisung's stomach using his knee.

"You're still the same," he said as he threw a punch to his face. Jisung felt his visions getting blurry, he attacked him using his biggest weakness. "Still pathetic."

"You're the pathetic one here, bitch." A voice suddenly said from behind

The man was about to turn around but before he could do so, he felt a sharp pain from the back of his head, his body collapsing to the ground.

Yerin hit him with a fire extinguisher. 

She dropped the heavy thing, immediately holding Jisung's body as he was about to collapse aswell. "Oh my god Jisung! Are you okay?"

Jisung looked down, seeing the man's head bleed. Yerin must've hit him really hard. Jisung pushed her body away from him, crouching down to open his mask. 

But it's not him. He didn't have the neck tattoo. "It's not him."

Yerin covered her mouth, "did I just- kill him?"

Jisung chuckled, standing back up. "Let's just leave."

"But what about—"

"I'll ask Jaemin-hyung to clear this place, it's my dad's cruise after all. I'll drive you back home."

Yerin grabbed his hand, making him turn around to face her. His face was bruised up, again. "Are you okay though?"

Jisung smiled, fixing his jacket that was sliding off her shoulder. Ruffling her hair lightly, "you didn't leave me."

Yerin smiled shyly, looking up at him. "Of course I didn't."

"Thank you." He spoke with his usual low voice, a soft smile plestered on his face. It's his first time thanking someone genuinely like this. "No problem."

"Come on, let's go."

For the first time in many years, even if the situation is still unclear, he could finally feel a spark inside of him- he found someone to fill the vacancy inside of him.

hello. bye.