macabre.
â° a horror enhypen fic || word count: 30k+
â° description â stupidly, a group of friends plan a party at a mansion whoâs owner had mysteriously gone missing. little do they know, they just might be next.
â° warnings â major character death, murder, blood, knives, gore, angst, violence, strong language, mention of abuse, mention of overdose, some smoking and underage drinking (at a party), basically a murderous psychological horror.
â° note â there is one joke said by jake to jungwon about how close jaywon are in this story and how they could be lovers (they're not), though it's because of reasons that will be explained later on, it is worth mentioning here about it just in case. other than that, enjoy!
âWhat are you doing?â
Jungwon lifted his head quickly at the sudden voice, but from the tone alone, he knew the other had been standing there for at least a while. He didnât notice the shoes that had appeared in front of him, though he had just been staring at his lap for a solid minute or two. Had he zoned out again? He shook his head and huffed, âObviously nothing,â he replied, scooting over a little as Jay turned around so he could sit beside the younger boy on the bench just outside the front entrance of their school.
It was sometime past noon during lunch, and Jungwon had found himself wandering the halls with a reluctant appetite and a growing despair for this school. He thought he had been wronged as he worked harder than the others for his class president campaign, but lost the election to the principalâs daughter. He shouldâve seen it coming, really, but he couldnât help feeling unworthy, almost useless in a way. He did his best, he was sure of it. But did he actually not do as well as he thought he did? Maybe, maybe not.
âItïżœïżœïżœs not your fault, yaâknow,â Jay told him, as if he knew exactly why Jungwon was upsetâthough he always did in one way or another, âYour campaign was better than everyone elseâs. Itâsânepotism, or whatever.â He mumbled a bit, but Jungwon heard him clearly.
âI know. Itâs fine,â
âNo itâs not, Won,â
âNo, it is,â Jungwon reassures the other, though he felt like he was still trying to convince himself that it was, too. âIâll be fine, Iâveââ He cut himself off, realizing he didnât have next year to campaign again. He was a fourth year. He graduates in the spring. âItâs fine,â he repeats again.
Jay rolled his eyes, âWhatever helps you sleep at night, Won,â and he leaned back against the bench. âYou hear about Niki?â but Jungwon shook his head. âHis parents kicked him out, I think heâs staying with Sunoo or Jake, I canât remember who.â
Jungwon hummed, âHow long do you think itâll last this time?â
The older male shrugged, âTwo weeks. Not a day later,â
âIs he okay?â
âYeah I think so. He seemed fine. This isnât the first time so Iâm sure heâs pretty used to it by now,â it was a sly remark, which was why Jungwon was a little relieved he was the only one who had heard it. Niki and his family werenât the closest when it came to their differences, which caused Niki to rebel a lot and eventually leave or get kicked out for a while before he went back. Heâd swear every time that heâll never go back, but heâs usually back there within a week or two.
âWhat was it for this time?â
âSmoking, he said.â
âI thought he didnât smoke,â
âNo we just told you that so you wouldnât freak,â Jay took out a lollipop from his pocket and took off the wrapper, sticking it into his mouth while completely not noticing the shocked expression that had appeared on Jungwonâs face.
âWhat do you mean he smokes? Why would heââ Jungwoon stopped and let out a deep breath, âWhy would you keep that from me?â
âBecause you swore off smoking when you were, like, 8. You hate smokers,â
âI donât hate you.â
âYeah but Iâm me. Of course you donât hate me,â Jay smiled at the younger, the stick of the lollipop pointing outwards of his mouth, gritting against his teeth a little. âIâm also reformed. I donât smoke,â
âAnymore, at least.â
Jay used to smoke at least a pack a day but since it finally started to mess with his health, he quit and used lollipops as a replacement. Jungwon hated the smell of cigarette smoke, just the smell alone gave him a migraine every time. Jay never disclosed why he stopped smoking, except when Jake asked him while Jungwon was there, but just before he said whatever he was originally going to say, he just said, âCancer sucks, you know,â and that was the end of it.
âWhatever,â that was his favorite word, âBesidesâYouâd lose your mind if you ever hated me,â
Jungwoon scoffed, âI would not. Iâm not dependent on your existence,â
Jay clicked his tongue, âFunny.â
âIâm not.â
âWhatever you say, Won.â
Jungwoon huffed, but he was quiet for a minute. Jay took the lollipop out of his mouth for a second before looking over to Jungwon, though he didnât say anything and just looked away again. Jungwonâs hands locked together in his lap, sitting awkwardly. Jay glanced over, and leaned his head back. âWhat is it, Won?â
The younger looked over, âHuh? Nothing,â
âTalk.â
He didnât like it when Jay spoke with that kind of tone, so he just obliged as he rolled his eyes. âI mean, Iâd miss you. If we werenât friends. I could survive, but I donât think Iâd want to.â
Jay furrowed his eyebrows. âThanks?â
âNo I mean,â Jungwon turned his body, sitting sideways on the bench to face Jay with his right leg crossed over his left ankle, âYouâre my best friend, but I also donât have many friends to begin with. Iâve learned to be alone, so if you werenât here, Iâd survive, but Iâd hate it.â
âI still donât get it.â
âI wouldnât want to be without you,â
From the look on Jayâs face, Jungwon felt his stomach twist inside him. Jungwon tried his best to not sound sentimental when he spoke with Jay. It wasnât that Jay wasnât an emotional person, because he was, definitely, but in a way, that worried Jungwon so he did his best to stray away from the more sentimental stuff. Heâs known Jay all his life, his first friend ever, his best friend since diapers. He met Niki, Sunoo, and all the others through school, but it was Jay heâs known before everything. Theyâve been best friends way longer than theyâve known the others, which was why they didnât really say anything about how close the two were.
Jay was direct, tough and a little sly. He was nice to his friends, especially Jungwon, who was like family to him. He didnât like people, but he was attractive and charming. Lots of girls fawned over him, but he paid no attention to them. He was more into his studies and his friends, he couldnât care less about a girlfriend then, despite the fact he was a senior and one of the more popular guys there. Like stated before, he used to be a huge smoker, but because of his leather-jacket-and-jeans type of fashion outside of school, he was labeled as âthe bad boyâ even though he was actually very kind and caring when heâs around the people he loved the most. But Jungwon wasnât like him, not at all.
Jungwoo was shy, he was way too nice to everyone and anyone which led to a lot of ignored trauma Jungwon went through growing up. He didnât talk much about his home life, nor his past or his problems. He didnât like to. He thought heâd be seen as weak-minded, especially at such a prestigious academy. But his friends meant the world to him. He cared the most about Jay since theyâve practically been friends since they were babies. But even though Jay was just a little under a year older than Jungwon (Jungwon had a late birthday but still qualified to be put into the same class as Jay), he still looked up to Jay for most of the years that have passed. Jungwon still does, even though he claims he doesnât anymore.
Unlike the rest of them, Jungwon and Niki were the only two that went to the academy on a scholarship. The others were rich, accepted into the academy easily with their remarkable grades and overwhelming wealth. But Jungwon and Niki werenât so fortunate with their families and home life. Of course, they did their best to not let that affect their lives at school. Niki, well, tried but he was always getting kicked out, meanwhile Jungwon kept his life so secret that Jay was the only person who had a clue about what Jungwonâs been through, and is still going through every day. But still, Jungwon doesnât like to feel weak so Jay tries to not worry so much about Jungwon, though he couldnât help it most of the time. Jungwon was his best friend. He may never admit it, but in all honesty, Jay knew he couldnât live without him.
Jay didnât say anything for a moment, which only made Jungwon feel uneasy. But then Jay looked over at him, and gave him a short smile.
âYouâre too good, Jungwon.â
Jungwon smiled, but then he checked his phone for the time. âShit, lunch is almost over.â
âYou didnât eat?â
Jungwon shook his head.
âWhy not?â
âWasnât hungry,â Jungwon shrugged. âDid you?â
Jay took out his lollipop that was much smaller now. âJust this,â and he popped it back into his mouth, âYou wanna head back to class?â
âSure.â
Both of them stood up from the bench and headed back inside the building. Their next class was on the third floor so they went ahead and waited outside the room since it wouldnât be long until the bell would ring. Jay stood against the wall, his upper back touching the glass window as Jay stood beside him, looking through that same window.
âAye,â
Jungwon turned his head to the right, and Jay eventually did the same, seeing two of their friends approaching, Sunghoon and Heeseung.
âDid you skip lunch, too?â Sunghoon asked first.
Jay shrugged, âMore or less,â with one hand, he dabbed up Sunghoon and Heeseung while the other buried itself in his pocket. Jungwon glanced back through the window before turning to face the others. âWhat were you guys doing?â
âWe left and got food,â Heeseung replied. âI have some leftover curry. You want it?â He reached the white styrofoam box out to Jungwon.
But Jungwon shook his head, âNo thank you. Iâm not really hungry,â and though Jay glanced at him, he kept his mouth shut.
Heeseung was the most popular guy at school, but he was really nice. A fourth year like Jay and Jungwon, Sunghoon, too. He was very well liked, he knew everyone and everyone knew him. He met Jay back in their first year and theyâve been friends ever since, and because of that, Jungwon became friends with him, too. It was the opposite for Sunghoon, however, as he met Jungwon first as second years and became friends with Jay later.
Sunghoon was always involved in clubs, so most of the guys would tease him for how many medallions and ropes heâll have to wear for graduation when the day eventually comes. But being involved in so many clubs and keeping up with all of them meant that Sunghoon was very popular with the underclassmen. However, he always rejects when girls ask him out, not because he didnât like them, but because he was always busy. Either with the guys or the growing list of clubs heâs in, Sunghoon was always busy. He was never home.
Sunghoon thinned his lips, âHey, we heard about the election. You okay?â
Jungwon nodded, âI think so. It is what it is, I guess.â He shrugged carelessly, trying to seem at least okay with the fact he lost the election, but his face couldnât appear more sad about it.
âHey, you know what?â Heeseung started to say, a curving smile on his face, âWe should have a party.â
âA party?â Jay raised his eyebrow.
âYeah, to celebrate Jungwonâs hard work! And his position as vice president!â
To the second runnings of the student body president election, they are given the vice president position instead. Jungwon absolutely hated that, it felt humiliating. But it was nice to see that his friends thought he was great.
Jungwon disagreed, however.
âNo way,â said Jungwon quickly, âWhy would we have a party just for that?â
âUh, to celebrate you? Did you not hear me just now?â Heeseung replied with a chuckle, âDonât be such a downer, Jungwon. Let us plan it, yeah?â
âI dunno . . .â He scratched the back of his neck, âYou guys shouldnât go out of your way and do all that just for this. Itâs not even that great either. Iâm just the vice president,â
âStill a president, nonetheless,â said Sunghoon. âYour achievements are worth acknowledging,â
âAnd celebrating!â Heeseung added. âNow, will you let us plan the party?â
Jungwon then looked to Jay, almost for permission but also, maybe some back up on why they shouldnât do this. But disappointed like always, Jay smiled.
âI think it could be fun,â Jay half-shrugged, âDonât you think?â He looked over at Jungwon, but he knew Jungwon couldnât say no to him.
Jungwon sighed. âI guess,â It was obvious he didnât want it, but being a people pleaser was both a blessing and a curse, but mostly a curse.
Sunghoon grinned, âGood. Heeseung and I will plan it.â
âBut wait, where will it be at?â Jay suddenly questioned, earning a blank expression on the otherâs face.
Sunghoon stared at him, blinking a couple times at the older before he eventually spoke. âI just said weâll figure it out.â
Jay rolled his eyes, âWhatever,â he grumbled and turned around just as the bell rang. âLet us know about the party,â he said before he opened the classroom door and headed inside. Jungwon stood out in the hall with them for another minute or so before they all dabbed each other up and went their separate ways for the day. Jungwon always sat beside Jay in the classes they shared together. Some even called them inseparable, though others would question the way Jay would act sometimes but Jungwon would always excuse it with his âheâs got a real tough exterior that hides a golden heartâ line. It always makes the girls swoon. But Jay never paid them any attention. He never knew how to love someone, but neither did Jungwon.
By the end of class, Jay had an entire page of notes while Jungwon barely wrote down three lines worth of notes. He couldnât keep his focus, for some reason, he just couldnât. Jay always took pages and pages of notes, and normally Jungwon took decent notes as well, but lately, since the election, heâs just become so out of place. He canât focus, heâs starting to become tired all the time. Was he depressed? He didnât think so. But maybe he was, or starting to be. Maybe. But he hoped he wasnât.
It should be noted that Jay has a black 2022 Dodge Charger, a car worth way more than Jungwonâs future college tuition. He always parks it on the right side of the parking lot in the very last spot. Itâs a bit of a walk to get to it, but Jay never minded it. In fact, he enjoyed it. He liked exercising and keeping in shape, while Jungwon would just tolerate the constant walking and exercising because Jay was his best friend.
Since Jungwon doesnât have a car yet, he always rides with Jay to school. The others had cars, too, but he liked Jayâs the best. Sunghoon had a tan-colored 2016 Honda Civic which he got from his mom after she got herself a new car. Sunoo had a blue 2017 Kia Soul which he had gotten for his 16th birthday. Heeseung was given his dadâs old pick up truck, though it wasnât old at all. It was a silver 2019 Chevrolet Silverado. Niki has an older car, a crimson 2009 Nissan Altima his grandpa gave to him before he passed. And Jake has a white 2021 Nissan Sentra that he bought with his own money, already almost paid off. Jayâs was already paid off (a perk of rich parents).
Jungwon was the only one without a car, for obvious familial reasons, but Jay never had a problem with taking him to school with him. First, they were best friends, and two, Jungwon loved Jayâs car. It was a sports car, modern and new, and cleanâand really, really fast. And since Jay was almost never sick, though whenever he was sick, it was always during the breaks throughout the school year, he was never absent. In fact, he hadn't missed a single day of school since the first grade. Heâs gotten plenty of perfect attendance awards for that over the years, too.
In a way, Jungwon really did look up to him. He was intelligent, talented, and strong. He was what Jungwon always wanted to be. It was kinda like Jay was his role model, his own best friend. Was that weird? He never paid any attention to details like that, not until lately at least.
Jay unlocked the car and tossed his backpack into the backseat before getting into the driverâs seat. Jungwon got into the passenger seat and shut the door, holding his backpack in his lap. It earned a look from Jay, like it always did, but he didnât say anything.
Jungwon looked over after he buckled his seat belt, but his eyes turned to his phone as he felt it vibrate in his hand. He read the message, then turned back to Jay who had just started the car. âHey, the guys wanna meet at the junkyard. You wanna go?â
âGod, why did we choose that to be our hang out place?â Jay muttered under his breath, âBut sure. You wanna go straight there or pick something up first?â
âUp to you,â
âLetâs just head there first,â Jay looked back as he started to back out of the parking spot. One arm on shoulder of Jungwonâs seat and the other pressed against the edge of the steering wheel, his left hand out flat as his palm moves the steering wheel with ease. It was hard not to notice Jayâs jawlineâit was sharp, like really sharp. It could cut tomatoes, or potatoes, or other foods one would cut with a knife, but Jayâs jawline was one of his best looking attributes.
Music played at a low volume from the radio. It was a song heâd only heard a few times, but it was Jayâs favoriteâFade Into You by Mazzy Star. Jay hummed along the guitar strums, mouthing some of the words as he drove. It somewhat made the silent car ride a little more tolerable but that didnât distract Jungwon enough from starting to feel awkward. Thinking about the party the guys were planning for him, it felt like too much for something he didnât want. He wanted to be the president, not the vice president. It was a downgrade, a very humiliating downgrade. But the others didnât see it like that. They were always so hopeful.
But all of themâwith the exception of Nikiâhad richer families, but even Niki was a very hopeful person. They all had their own issues, but that didnât stop their positivity, weirdly. For example, Heeseungâs parents had him out of wedlock but never married because they ended up breaking up before he was even born, Jakeâs parents were never married either but they split up sometime after Jake was born anyways, Sunghoonâs parents almost divorced like twenty times but never went through it, and Nikiâs were literal drug dealers, but they were all so positive. Even Jay was at times. But Jungwon never got it. He wasnât like a âDebbie Downer,â or a âNegative Nancy,â but he definitely wasnât all that positive. He just went with the flow, and whatever happens, well, happens. He was in control of his emotions, mostly, but that just really worried Jay and the others more. They never knew what Jungwon was thinking. But Jay always figured it out, in one way or another, he did. And Jungwon hated it.
âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah,â Jungwon jumped a little at Jayâs sudden voice, but he nodded his head, âIâm fine.â
âDonât lie to me, Won,â He glanced over, âWhatâs going on?â
Jungwon sighed, looking down at his lap. âIs it really necessary for a party? I mean,â he lifted his head and looked over at Jay, âIâm the vice president, not the president. Itâs humiliating, Jay. Itâs like a slap in the face,â
Jay scoffed, âNo itâs notââ
âYes it is!â Jungwon exclaimed, âI wanted to be the president, not the stupid, forgotten about vice president.â
âJungwonââ
âNo!â Jungwon cut him off, âThis is my fourth year, Jay! I wanted this year to be good. University wonât be like high school. Weâre all going to different places, we wonât be together anymore. Weâre splitting up.â
Jay frowned, looking over at the other once he stopped at a red light. âWon, are you really this worried about that? Weâll hang out all the time, I swear. Weâre not splitting up. Even if weâre busy through the week, we still have the weekend. A-And the breaks!â He sighed, âWeâre not splitting up, Won. I promise you,â Jay reassured him with a soft smile, âIâll make sure of it.â
Jungwon leaned back and turned to the window, âWhatâs gonna happen when you go off to Jeju, huh?â He spoke a bit lowly, almost trying to hide his breaking voice.
Jay was going to Jeju National University next fall. Heâll be living 9 hours away.
âNothingâs going to happen.â Jay stated firmly, âI swear to you.â
The younger male glanced over, but kept his mouth shut. Jayâs foot lifted off the break and started to go again. In the distance, there were car horns, but Jungwon didnât even glance in its direction. He just continued to stare through the window, silently in his thoughts. Jay let out a sigh as he turned his blinker on and turned left, soon exiting the city of Seoul, arriving at the junkyard where the group always hung out. He didnât get why a bunch of academy kids chose to hang out 24/7 at an old junkyard, but it was what they decided. Just as they arrived, parking in between Sunghoon and Jakeâs cars, Jay leaned back and huffed. He turned his head and looked at Jungwon, waiting for the younger to say something, but when only silence continued to grow in between the two, Jay decided to speak instead.
âI know you think itâs humiliating, but itâs not to us,â Jay told him, âor at least itâs not to me.â But Jungwon kept quiet, earning a frown from Jay again. âIâm proud of you, Won.â
Just as Jungwon started to turn his head to look over, Jay turned and got out of the car. Jungwon kept his thoughts inside, letting out a sigh before he got out of the car as well. Jay closed his door and locked the car, causing it to honk once and the lights to blink. Jungwon followed him into the junkyard, walking behind him with a bit of distance. He buried his hands into his pockets, his head low as he followed Jay out to the empty space in the middle of the junkyard where the others were. All still dressed in their school uniforms, most of them found a seat on old barrels or like Jake, sitting on the hood of an old, rusted, jacked up car.
Sunoo spoke first, âCongrats, Jungwon!â He had a big smile plastered on his face, his eyes crinkled like two turned over crescents, rosy cheeks and a warming personality.
Unlike the others, Sunoo was an art student, very talented when it came to art, drawing, pottery, etc. He was a talented artist, but because all his work was put into his art, he didnât really talk to anyone who werenât the guys. In fact, he was pretty shy, maybe more than Jungwon was. He was kind and calm, though he practically laughed at everything. He was a very sweet person, liked by many though he only ever talked to a handful of people.
Jungwon kept his eyes strayed away, âThanks,â he muttered, making Sunoo tilt his head in confusion but before he could ask, Sunghoon stepped forward, his hands in his pockets, standing like some bullyâwhich he wasnâtâbut he looked cool, nonetheless.
âSo, we have an issue about the party,â
âThat we shouldnât have it? Great!â Jungwon replied sarcastically, but when everyone looked at him and stared, he got defensive. âWhat? I donât want the party!â
âWould you quit with that?â Jay stood beside him, his arms crossed, âWeâre trying to celebrate your accomplishment. Would it hurt you to be grateful?â
Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, âYes, actually, it would because why are we even having this party?â He questioned them all, âI lost the election, I didnât win it. Why are we celebrating my loss?â
âOh god, not this again.â
âYes! This again!â Jungwon turned to the others, âItâs humiliating, and I dunno why I keep having to explain this but I didnât run to be the V.P. I wanted to be the president, but I was given the lesser because I wasnât good enough,â
âNo, thatâs where youâre wrong,â Heeseung reprimanded, âYou are way better than that chick. In every way, you are. Sheâs a nepo-baby. She only got that shit because of her father. You deserved it whole-heartedly, and because no one else is celebrating your hard work, weâre going to do it instead.â He explained to the younger, âSo would you just let us plan the damn party?â
âYeah, you donât even let us throw you a birthday party,â said Sunghoon, âAt least let us throw you this one,â but that had hit a sensitive nerve with Jungwon, not that anyone noticed it.
Jungwon huffed, crossing his arms and looking off. He thought for a moment, shaking his head. âIf I let you guys plan this party, would you guys get off my dick about it?â
âJeez,â Jake hissed, âThe hell is up with you, Jungwon?â
Jake was more athletically popular than the others were. He played basketball most of his life, even playing a few years of both soccer and baseball as well. Everyone saw him as a jock, which made him a definite girl-magnet. However, unlike the stereotypical jock, he was actually very smart and was very into science and physics. He had been in AP biology, AP chemistry, AP physics, even planning to go to university as a physics major. He was very smart, and his intelligence poured out of him (which only made more girls find him very attractive) but he always paid attention to his team, his future, and his friends. He was very funny, though collected and kind of distant with people from different social groups. But he was still one of the more popular guys at the academy, which was never something he disliked. He also was a foreigner from Australia, so that also became why so many girls wanted him. Although lately, heâs only been paying attention to one.
Jungwon unfolded his arms, grunting. âYou guys arenât listening to me. I donât want this party. Really! Itâs embarrassing that I lost, after all my hard work. Humbled and humiliated. I donât want to be reminded of it,â
Heeseung sighed, âWe hear you. But we want to celebrate you and your hard work, even though you didnât win. Even if the party is just us, we want to celebrate you. Could you let us do that?â He lifted his eyebrows, trying to give Jungwon a gentle, reassuring smile.
He didnât know what to say. Did he want to give in? Was he really going to let his friends plan a party for him which will just be them? He hated feeling humiliated, but maybe this could help feel better. Maybe he judged it too quickly. Should he give it a shot?
âI dunno, guys . . .â Jungwon shook his head, âYou guys are popular. Itâll get around that youâre having a party and then hundreds of people will show up.â
âIs that really that bad?â Jake replied, âMore people to celebrate with us. Besides, we donât have to tell them why weâre having the party. We can just have a party, and if people end up coming, we can just go to a different room and celebrate alone before we return, I guess?â
Jungwoon was unsure. âIs it really worth it?â
âOf course it is,â Jay suddenly spoke up, earning Jungwonâs attention almost immediately, âItâs a party for you. Of course itâs worth it.â
Jungwon looked around at the others, then he let out a long sigh, âFine. We can have a party,â and though the guys started to cheer, Jungwon continued, âBut donât go overboard.â
Sunghoon cleared his throat, âOkay, cool that we got it approved or whatever, but thereâs still one issue about all this,â he paused, âWe donât have a place to have the party.â
âWhat do you mean?â Niki raised his eyebrow, âYou guys are rich. Just rent out a venue,â
Niki, like Jungwon, went to the academy on a scholarship because he was smart and passed enough tests with flying colors that got him to be enrolled (free) into the academy. His family was poor, almost on the brink of poverty, which caused Niki to work at a part-time job with inhuman hours, though heâd always claim that âthe money was all worth it in the end.â He always denied the othersâ attempts to give him money. He didnât like help. However, while Jungwon lived with his grandma, Niki lived with his terrible parents who constantly kicked him out of the house from Nikiâs rebellious antics that started to grow because of how they treated him during his childhood. It was his right to act out, however, because his parents were absolute hypocrites. Niki was actually Japanese, making him a foreigner. He moved to South Korea with his family when he was about six or seven, and has lived in Seoul ever since. He was very independent, and he didnât care for gender norms or rules, a basic bad boyâwhich didnât really help his case every time heâd get kicked out and forced to stay at his friendsâ houses all the time.
âNo, no. We wanted to have it at one of our houses,â said Sunghoon, âbut all of our parents will be in town. And obviously, we canât have it at school or the park or something.â
âThen where are we going to have it?â asks Heeseung. âAre we just not going to have it?â
âSo we convinced Jungwon for nothing?â Jay remarked, earning a nudge from Jungwon in response.
âNo, no. Iâll figure it out,â Sunghoon said, âJust try and convince yallâs parents to go on a sudden trip or something. Could we maybe have it in your pool house, Jake?â
âNo! Thatâs where I sleep!â Jake exclaimed, offended, âWhat about Sunooâs garage?â
âThatâs my art studio!â
âReally?â
âYeah, I renovated it last week. I thought I told you,â
âWeâre getting off topic,â Sunghoon raised his voice over the rest, âWe will figure it out. But no matter whatâWe are going to have this party.â
Jungwon rolled his eyes, âGod, you guysâ Itâs really not that serious.â
Heeseung shushed him, âYes, it is that serious, now let us do our jobs, yeah?â
âWhatââ Jungwon turned, âJay, help me out,â he whispered to him.
Jay stared at him blankly for a moment before he shrugged, âYou heard the man.â
Jungwon groaned, âI hate you,â he grumbled, earning a laugh from Jay.
A bit of time passed and the group dispersed and headed home for the night. Jay dropped Jungwon off at his house and headed home as well. Jungwon went inside the house, noticing his grandma sitting on the couch as she folded the warm clothes from the white laundry basket beside her. Jungwon closed the front door quietly, holding one of his backpack straps as he started to walk past the living room walkway quietly and quickly so she wouldnât notice him, but unfortunately, she saw him and called for him.
âJungwonie, come here,â
Jungwon stopped and groaned before turning back and walking into the living room. âHi, grandma. Howâs your day been?â It was chit-chat, trying to get this over with so he could just head straight to his room, cry for a bit, and then eventually pass out.
She smiled, âItâs been slow. I was wondering when youâd get home,â
âSorry, we went to the junkyard,â he replied quietly, fiddling with his fingers. She glanced at him then turned back to watch the TV ahead of her. The news was playing out, the news reporter talking about missing people again but then he heard a familiar name. He looks up, a bit intrigued. âMr Hwang?â Sunghoonâs neighborâs face was displayed on the screen beside the news reporter, âHeâs missing?â
âSince Tuesday, apparently,â
âOf last week?â Jungwon leaned back, âDo you think heâs okay?â
She shook her head, âI have worried about him these last few years. You heard about his wife?â After Jungwon nodded, she shook her head again. âPoor boy. I pray for him,â
Jungwon looked over, but didnât say anything. Then, she smiled a bit and turned to him.
âHowâs Jay doing?â She always asks about him. She loves Jay, almost as much as she loved Jungwonâher own grandsonâbut then again, he didnât blame her. Everyone loved Jay.
Jungwon nodded once, âGood. Him and the others are planning a party for me,â
She tilted her head, âA party? For what?â
âWell, I lost the election but Iâm still the vice president so theyâre celebrating that.â
âThatâs amazing! Why didnât you tell me that sooner?â She was excited for her grandson, but he couldnât disagree with her more.
âI dunno,â Jungwon shrugged, âI thought it was humiliating that I lost, but theyâre so convinced that I did so well. I donât get it, but maybe thatâs just me,â
It wasnât news (especially to her) that Jungwon was very hard on himself. He never thought of himself as good enough, even if he was more than enough. The others saw him for who he wasâa strong, independent, intelligent person who was hard working, realistic, reliable, and so on. But Jungwon never understood that. He didnât understand any of it, but it was like a trauma response to think of everything he does as not good enough. Heâs not necessarily a perfectionist, but he thinks most of what he does isnât good enough and that heâs prone to doing everything wrong. Heâs convinced everyone sees him as weak and unreliable so he goes out of his way constantly to be there for his friends, make sure he does everything right, practically sell his soul and entire being to make his friends happy. Theyâd always tell him that theyâre fine, that he should worry more about himself and not them, but he never listens.
âIt usually is just you,â She remarks. âYouâre good, Jungwonie. Why donât you see that?â She asks, âYou make me so proud, and Iâm sure your grandfather would agree, too.â His grandfather passed away some years ago, he was like a dad to Jungwon, like his grandma was like a mom to him. Heâs never told anyone, but Jay, about his home life, and how things used to be, but even Jay didnât know everything, but he knew enough to help him if he needed it. Jungwon wasnât even sure if heâd ever tell him everything either.
âBut I donât understand it,â Jungwon replied quietly, âI do my best but I get turned away. I know I should be grateful but I always try my hardest, but Iâm always given the least.â
She curved her lips downward, creasing her eyebrows, drawing them together before she sighed. âYour mother was always hard on herself too,â She began to say, but just hearing the mention of his mother made Jungwonâs stomach twist, âI couldnât say I wasnât hard on her, too. But I wanted her to learn and grow, but as I have seen my own mistakes and learned, I promised Iâd take care of you to make up for all the mistakes I made with her.â
Jungwonâs nose stung, he felt the tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes. But he quickly took the end of his index finger and wiped them away. He sniffled, âYouâre so kind, grandma.â
He tried to give her a smile, but she folded a blouse and left it in her lap, staring down at it for a moment before she lifted her head slowly and looked over at her grandson, smiling at him now.
âAnd you, the same, my boy.â She smiled more, âNow go get some rest. I suppose you let them plan you a party, hm?â
He let out a laugh, âYeah, I did.â
âGood,â She nodded, âYou deserve it, sweetheart.â And as he stood, he bowed to her and turned to leave the room. Then, she switched the channel over to a different one, playing one of her favorite shows. She cheered quietly, but Jungwon heard one of the characters say something about a carousel. He listened closely at the doorway, hearing it again. The carousel never stops turning. He kinda scoffed at it. âGosh, she watches such weird shows.â He mutters before finally leaving.
In his room, he tossed his backpack onto his desk chair before flopping onto his bed, sighing loudly as the bed creaked. It was an older bed, one his grandpa slept on while he grew up. But it was bigger than a twin so he didnât mind its age. There were posters on the wallâmostly music artists such as Lana Del Rey, The Neighborhood, Brent Faiyaz, etc. His bedsheets were white and red, with his blanket being a darker red color. There was a dresser in the corner of the room, against the wall across the one his bed was pressed up against. Beside the dresser was his desk where his closed laptop sat and a bulletin board hung above it. It had important notes, schedules, but most notably, it had photos of him and his friends on it. He cared a lot about his friends.
Groaning as he stretched, Jungwon eventually sat up and checked his phone. There was a text from Jay that appeared on the screen.
jay 9:54pm
the party will be great
donât worry too much, yeah?
Jungwon sighed and replied back.
jungwon 9:56pm
idk jay. i get it but is it really worth it
Jay quickly replied.
jay 9:56pm
stop talking like that.
of course itâs worth it.
now go to bed
jungwon 9:57pm
fine. goodnight jay
jay 9:57pm
night, won
Jungwon tossed his phone lighty back on the bed and stood up. He undressed and changed into shorts and a t-shirt before laying back down on his bed, curling up in his blanket before he put his phone on the charger and closed his eyes to gently drift to sleep. Maybe he should be happy about the party. It couldnât be too bad, right? He hoped it wouldnât be. Maybe itâll be the best party ever, or it could be a terrible waste of everyoneâs time. Nonetheless, it was a party, thrown in his favor by his bestest friends. Itâd be good, for sure. Right?
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For the next several days, Jungwon didnât hear a single thing about the party. Of course, he felt relieved at first, but after about the fourth day, he started to wonderâwere they planning it without him completely? He knew he was against it, but he still wanted to be at least included in the planning. Well, it was a party for him so maybe it was a surprise. Nonetheless, he wanted to ask about it so that afternoon at the junkyard, he asked them. But they didnât exactly give him an answer he could have expected.
âNo, we havenât been planning it since we donât have a place to have it yet,â Sunghoon replied nonchalantly, playing a game on his phone.Â
âWhy?â Heeseung glanced over, âDo you know a place?â
Jungwon drooped his shoulders, âNo, unfortunately,â he actually seemed sad about it, which quickly drew Jay and Jakeâs attention as normally, Jungwon wouldnât appear sad about something like this. He didnât like public outings, or just parties in general, so it was new to see that Jungwon was actually sad to hear that the party wasnât a-go.
Jake peaked over, âWell maybe we could have it at your neighborâs,â it was a weird suggestion, and at first, Jungwon didnât understand it until Sunghoon replied to Jake.
âHave the party at my missing neighborâs house? Have you gone crazy?â
Thatâs where he knew.Â
Mr Hwang was Sunghoonâs neighbor. He was an older man, white and gray hair with a balding spot right on the top of his head. He was a bigger fella, usually dressed in suits or more formal casual wear, and he was very nice to all the neighbors. He owned his own law firm, though he retired early and gave it to his eldest son. A few years back, he lost his wife to cancer, though still managed to still be kind to his neighbors and be active in the community. Since her passing, heâs advocated for many charities for cancer patients and families of late cancer patients. Sunghoon didnât know him, but both of his parents did. His father, who he lived with primarily, knew Mr Hwang very well, so he was distraught to hear his friend had gone missing. As of today, itâs been about three months since he had gone missing, though despite that, Mr Hwangâs family still paid for the maids to keep his house clean unless he came back. They didnât think he was kidnapped, but instead went off the grid for a trip. They hoped so, at least.
âNo!â Jake said defensively, throwing his hands up in the air. âI think itâs a good idea! What time do those maids leave?â Jungwon had started to smile, but it faded quickly when Sunghoon started to shake his head profusely.
Sunghoon leaned off the rusted car hood, âNo, no, no!â He said, waving his index finger around, âNot happening! We are not having the party at his house!â
Heeseung turned around, âI mean, itâs not a bad idea, Hoon,â
âNo!â Sunghoon exclaimed, âThe man is missing! We cannot have the party at a missing personâs house!â
âWhat kinda house is it?â Jay asked, intruding the conversation though the others were already nosy and listening in.
Sunghoon shook his head as he turned to Jay, âNo, Iâm not answering thatââ
âFour bedroom mansion, two living rooms, three bathrooms, huge backyard with a maze and garden, large ass fountain in the front with a circular driveway,â Jake listed off loudly so Sunghoon couldnât interrupt him anymore, âItâs the perfect house for a party!âÂ
It was definitely surprising how Jake knew that house so well despite never setting foot inside it, but it was easier to connect the dots on how Jakeâs mother is a real estate agent and actually sold Mr Hwang that house just around the time Jake was born.Â
Jake was originally born in Seoul, but because of his parents never marrying and breaking up before he was born, Jakeâs mother stayed in Seoul and Jake went to live with his father in Brisbane. However, when he had just turned 9, he and his older brother moved to Seoul to stay with his mother. There, that same day, he met Jay and Jungwon and have been close with them ever since. Later, of course, he met the others and became close with them also.
Sunghoon glared, âHow the hell do you know that?â
Jake shook his head, âDoesnât matterâLike I was saying, itâs the perfect place to have a party. We can just sneak in after the maids leave and have it there! Say, Sunghoon, do you know what time the maids leave?â
âWhat? Why would I know that?â Sunghoon crossed his arms, â. . . 8 oâclock.â He mumbled, but Jay smiled as big as a clown.
âThen weâll have the party at 9!â Jake exclaimed cheerfully, throwing his hands into the air excitedly before pulling them down, squeezing his fasts as he shook like a happy puppy. It was a common occurrence, but it only ever got a kick out of the guys from how similar Jake was to a puppy. To Sunghoon, however, it was kind of concerning at that moment.
âBut what if someone saw us?â asked Heeseung, âWasnât the guy big on no trespassers?â
Sunghoon pointed to Heeseung, âThat is true. He was a nice guy unless you trespassed. He gets scary,âÂ
Jake scoffed, âYou say that like heâs going to be there. Dude is M.I.A, and since your folks are so close with him, Iâm sure they wouldnât mind a little party, right?â This was just brewing a disaster to happen, then he looked at Jungwon, âWhat do you say, Jungwon? Should we do it?â
Jungwon looked over at Jay, then at the others, then back at Jake. He hesitated before he let out a low sigh, âSure. We can do it,â and as the others began to cheer, Jungwon interrupted, âBut hey! If I want it to end, then we end it, okay?â
Thereâs a few âokayâs and a couple âof courseâs spread throughout the group, but Jungwon smiled and nodded before the group went back to cheering. Jungwon still felt a little out of place, but he actually started to feel excited. A whole party just for him. Maybe this wasnât so bad after all, maybe this party would turn out better than he ever could have imagined it to be.
He sure hoped so.
That evening, Jungwon spent most of his time studying rather than eating or talking to anyone. He left his phone on his bed as he sat at his desk, working on Literature work before he went to sleep that night. Of course, his moment of peace came to an end when a ringtone started to play instead of the music in his earbuds. He groaned and stood up, walking over to his bed to grab his phone.
He slid the answer button on the screen and held the phone up to his ear. âWhat do you want?â
âJeez, could you be a little nicer?â It was Jake. âI just wanted to see what you were up to,â
âYou sound like my grandma,â Jungwon laughed, earning a laugh from Jake as well, âBut seriously. You never call. Whatâs up?â
A strong statement, but Jake knew it was true. âWell . . . about the party . . .â
âAgain? I thought you guys planned it out today at the junkyard?â Jungwon sat back down at his desk, his elbows propped up on it.Â
Jake was quiet for a second. âWe still have everything planned out. Nothingâs changed, itâs just . . . Weâre just worried you wonât have fun,â
Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, âWhat are you talking about? Of course Iâll have fun. Itâs a party, Jake.â There was an obvious tone in Jungwonâs voice that convinced Jake that even Jungwon wasnât so sure how he felt about the party. He started to feel bad.
âWell I know that but still. You werenât very big on the idea and we donât want it to just waste your time,â
âItâs not going to waste my time,â Jungwon reassured the other, though his voice was using a bland tone so Jake wasnât all that convinced by it, âWhat is wasting my time, however, is talking to you while I have homework to do.â
âHomework? Is that Jayâs new nickname?â
âHaha, very funny,â Jungwon replied sarcastically, âThereâs nothing going on between us. You guys are just sick in the head,â
âI doubt that.â
Jungwon rolled his eyes, âNight Jake,â
âNight,â and the call hung up.
It wasnât a new thing that the guys would tease Jungwon and Jay for how close they were, but they always denied everything because there was really nothing going on. It was just a harmless joke, though heâd be a liar if he said heâs never wondered about it. But everyone questions their identities so he didnât worry about it too much. The jokes never bothered either of them, so they just let it happen.
After the call ended, Jungwon thought it was best he went to bed anyway. He was pretty tired and honestly, he didnât like staying up too late, especially on a school night. Did that make him sound like an old person? Not that that was a bad thing. He liked being old, even though he was the second youngest of all his friendsâwhich is kinda strange that he acts older than the others sometimes. Everyone had their own little quirks, so it didnât bother him much. Nothing really ever did, actually. He didnât let things bother him, or at least he didnât show that it did. He didnât like being seen as weak, even though he wouldnât be, but that was just how he felt.
He didnât worry about the party as much as he did before. He knew it could either be great or a total bust, but either way, heâd still be spending it with his best friends.Â
So whatâs the worst that could happen?
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The party was set for that weekend, which couldnât have come quick enough. For once, Jungwon was actually excited for something in his honor. Things were turning out goodâthe only issue being sneaking out and then sneaking into the mansion. He didnât like sneaking out, or the idea of it, at all. He was a rule follower, though heâd rather not ever admit that. All his friends had everything to loseâcars, riches, popularity, reputation . . . while Jungwon had nothing to lose, except his grandmother and his friends. But that never seemed to drag them down, not even Niki. He thought maybe he wouldnât feel so different since he and Nikiâs families and upbringings were similar, but Niki was just like them, maybe even worse than them at times. But Jungwon didnât like to break rules, skip class, or even be late on turning in an assignment. He wanted things to just go smoothly, while the others lived more in the moment. Of course it made him feel isolated, but he knew he wouldnât feel like himself if he tried to be more like them. Besides, they always understood and included him so he would never feel left out. But still, heâd feel different because he knew he was.
On Saturday, Jungwon got dressed for the party. He wore black pants, a black jacket over a black Madonna shirt, and some black Converse. He thought he looked a bit âemo,â but he was sure the others would dress more casually anyways so he didnât worry too much about how he appeared. He put on deodorant and sprayed some cologne, though some got in his mouth which made him cough really hard for a minute. He cleared his throat and grabbed his phone off the bed. He shoved it into his pocket before finally turning to the door and opening it as quietly as he could. He didnât want to wake his grandmother up if she was already asleep. Once it was opened up enough, he stepped into the hallway and headed to the front door. There, she was sitting in the living room watching TV again, like she usually did.Â
âWhere are you off to?â She asks with a chirping voice, nosy but with a gentle smile.Â
âOh Iâm,â he had to think of something quick, âgoing to stay at Jayâs for the night. Is that okay?â He raised his eyebrows, hoping she said that was okay â though heâd go either way, but he wished he wouldnât have to sneak out â but he was relieved once her smile grew bigger.
âOf course, just make sure youâre safe, okay?â She gestured for him to come closer so he obliged and she brought him into a hug, âI love you, grandson. Be careful, and tell Jay I say hi.â
Jungwon smiled as he pulled back, âI will. Iâll be back tomorrow,â he bowed and turned away, heading out the door to see that Jay had just pulled into the driveway. His Dodge Charger was cleaner, sharper than ever. He mustâve cleaned it earlier.
Jay unlocked the doors, letting Jungwon get into the passenger seat, like always. âYou ready?â He asks, looking over at the younger boy.
Jungwon nodded, âI think so,âÂ
âYeah?â and Jungwon nodded again. âJake said heâs still worried you might not be,â he looked back as he started to reverse and back out of the driveway. Jungwon drew his brows together.
âWhy?â
Jay shrugged. âI think it has to do with you usually not liking parties. But this one will be good,â
Jungwon agreed, âI know. Iâm excited,â
The older one smiled. âIâm glad to hear that,â he pushed the stick into drive and started to drive down the street, leaving Jungwonâs grandmotherâs house and heading out to the mansion.
It was only a quarter past 8 so the maids and staff had all left by then. They were the first ones there, parking out in the back instead of the large, round driveway in front of the mansion. Jake and Sunghoon were already there, using Jakeâs car, but the others had yet to arrive as well. It didnât take long for them to, so the group headed to the mansionâs giant double doors. Sunghoon took a key out of his pocket, one he had taken from his parents, to unlock the door. They apparently had a key to Mr Hwangâs house which Sunghoon didnât know about until just an hour ago.
Jake was the first to run in. âOh shit!â He exclaims, âThis place is huge!â
White walls, marble flooring, At the end of the entrance hallway, was a gigantic room, staircases on either side as you entered it. There was a kitchen to his left, a living room where he stood, and a foosball table to his right. Jake was in awe, but so were the others. Above the kitchen area was the upstairs corridor that reached over to above where the guys had just come from, a fence blocking the edge though anyone could stand up there and look down into the first floor easily.Â
âWould you be quiet?â Jay hushed him quickly, âWhat if someoneâs still here?â
âNo one is here,â said Niki, âNo cars are here except ours. We are totally alone,â but that didnât sound too appealing to Jungwon.
Heeseung stood by the kitchen. âAlright, can we get this party going? We said 9, right?â
Jungwon intruded. âWait, are other people coming?â
Jake scoffed, âDuh,â he laughs, âitâs a house party, Jungwon. Of course loads of people will be here to celebrate you,â then he became quiet, âWait, youâre okay with that right?â
Sunghoon glared, âYou didnât askââÂ
âI forgot!â Jake whisper-shouted at the other before turning back to Jungwon. âIf itâs not okay, I can send out a mass-text saying we canceled it.â
âWhat about Kara?â Jay suddenly asked, which caused Jake to become inhumanly pale.Â
Sunoo stared for a moment, âWhy do you look like a ghost?â He suddenly berates the older, âIs this Kara girl a friend of yours?âÂ
âY-Yeah,â Jake scratched the back of his neck, âbut itâs nothing. Weâre just friends,â
Heeseung rolled his eyes, âHe invited her personally before inviting everyone else, then bought snacks that only she likes,â he told the others before he smirked at Jake, âHeâs practically in love with her.â
âI am not!â Jake denied it immediately. âWe are just friends! Thatâs it!â He flailed his hands around defensively, which wasnât helping his case. Sunghoon judged but let out a laugh before turning around to Jay to talk to him as Jungwon stood by Sunoo.
âJay, you seeing anyone?â Jungwon hears Sunghoon eventually ask Jay, but he averts his eyes and keeps talking with Sunoo, though he did his best to try and hear what Jay said in return. However, that was cut short when Heeseung walked into the kitchen, opened what he thought was the pantry, but instead found a huge wine cellar. âGuys!â Heeseung calls out for them, âHeâs got a wine cellar!â
Sunoo turned and rolled his eyes, âGod why do so many of them act younger than us sometimes?â He mutters to Jungwon, though the other wasnât paying any attention. Again, lost in his thoughts, Jungwon had started to zone out and wonder how tonight was going to go. He hoped it would go well, but that wasnât always promised.
âThey have apple cider!?â Jakeâs sudden shouting knocked Jungwon out of his head, returning him to reality â though he kind of wished he was in bed at home right now.Â
An arm wrapped around his shoulders, pushing him forward a bit but he caught himself, though a grip on his arm latched on for a moment or two. He turned his head and saw Jay standing there beside him, side-hugging him but not letting him go. It felt nice.
âYou sure you want this party?â Jay whispered to him, âWe can go home if you want,â itâs almost like he could read his mind.Â
Jungwon nodded, âIâm okay. Itâll be fun,â he tried to sound hopeful, âRelax,â it was obvious that Jay was worried about him then. His eyebrows were furrowed and drew in together, creasing upwards and revealing worry-lines on his cheeks and his forehead. It was very easy to read Jay, especially whenever heâs mad. His jaw would protrude and his teeth would grit while usually tightening a fist or yelling out something, then heâd touch the side or back of his head as he tried to calm down.Â
Jay shook his head, âYâknow I canât do that,â he remarked, but Jungwon smiled.
âJust try,â Jungwon said, âfor me?â
Jay looked over at Jungwon, but it felt different. His eyes sparkled in a way he never noticed they did before, but nonetheless, before Jungwon could say anything else, Jay looked away and nodded. âIâll do my best,â he replied, and then a smile appeared on his face. Jungwon didnât catch this, but while he wasnât looking, Jay mouthed the words âfor youâ as he smiled. It was like second nature for the others to notice how close the two were, but it was surprising how neither of them had realized what lies behind what they believe about themselves.
Sunoo grabbed one of the bags that Jake was carrying and took out the lights. He started to hang them around the room with Jake, while Sunghoon started to put out the snacks and drinks in the kitchen, eventually asking Jay to help him. Heeseung then went up to Jungwon and asked him to accompany him as they checked the rest of the house out. Obliging, Jungwon and Heeseung went upstairs and looked around. There was a bathroom, two guest bedrooms, and the master bedroom and its own bathroom. There were a couple closets and another living room area, along with a door that led up to the attic. They didnât really snoop around, only really peaking into each other before doing the same for the downstairs rooms. It was a really nice house, Jungwon felt pretty jealous. Heeseung didnât seem that impressed, but his house was much bigger than Mr Hwangâs, same as Jay and Jakeâs houses. Sunghoonâs was about the same, while the othersâ had smaller houses. Niki had a house just like Jungwonâsâa one story, three bedroom house with two bathrooms and a small backyard. Jungwonâs was only a two bedroom house, but they lived on the same block. Niki had offered to take Jungwon to and from school plenty of times, but Jungwon would always tell him to not worry about it. It was then that Niki realized just how close Jungwon and Jay were, but he didnât judge them.Â
Back in the main room, it was 5 til 9 and a couple cars had just pulled into the driveway. Jake and Jay had run out there to figure out where people would park, while the others finished setting up for the party. At 9 exactly, everything was done. There were lights that hung from the upstairs corridor, hanging into the main room, glowing beautiful colors and brightening up the room. The speakers started to play this playlist Jake had made for the party, starting with Already Best Friends by Jack Harlow and Chris Brown.
The front doors open and people start to slowly pour in, some holding beer and others just cheering for the party. Heeseung and Sunghoon always threw the best parties, but it was always Jake and Jay who made it worth everyoneâs while. Jungwon sat on the couch, drinking fruit punch in a red cup (just like the movies) as he waited for Jay and Jake to come back inside. It was going to be a while, but the others were too busy getting the party started to notice him sitting alone. He didnât mind it, however. He knew they were busy so he didnât mind.Â
He was used to it.
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Sunoo never liked loud noises, especially blasting music. He was probably the only one that agreed with Jungwon that they shouldnât have a party, but only because he didnât like how loud parties could be. He still believed Jungwonâs achievement should be celebrated, just not with a party like this. Not that Jungwon didnât deserve it, because he did. Sunoo just didnât like loud things. It was just that simple.
He never liked loud spaces, that was obvious about him. He liked being in quieter, even dead silent rooms where you could hear a pin drop. The others mostly thought it was weird, though Sunghoon and Jay kinda agreed but they didnât like it all the time, not like Sunoo.
Now, as he sat alone in this one room, apart from everyone else, he drank his fruit punch out of his glassâwhich he took from the wine glass cabinet because he felt more obligated to do so than the othersâand sat in this chair by a short table. He messed with the bracelet on his wrist some, it was one his older sister made for him when they were little. There was no door to this room, which he thought was weird because it had a bed inside it. Maybe it was a guest room, he wasnât sure.
It was kind of stupid of him to assume heâd be able to stay alone as Niki came into the room and sat beside him, panting like he had been partying for hours on end. His once very combed hair was now messy, almost like a bed-head, and his eyes were narrow, but maybe it was because this room was so much more dim than the other rooms. Sunoo thought the younger boy looked funny, so he chuckled. âHaving fun?â He teases.
Niki gives him a glare. âMore than you are, apparently,â he remarks, âWhat are you doing in here?â
âWhat does it look like?â Sunoo took a sip of his glass, âIâm relaxing.â
âYou canât relax at a party,â Niki replied quickly, âUnless itâs with weed.â
Sunoo scoffed, âYouâre such an addict,âÂ
But Niki didnât think it was funny. âIâm not an addict. I donât smoke that often anyways. Not likeâ Likeââ He struggled to name anyone else, though once he did, his voice got louder, âLike Jake or Sunghoon! They smoke so much the neighbors think somethingâs burning.â
That wasnât true. Jake and Sunghoon only socially smoked, though that may just be as bad as a smoke or two every other day. Niki smoked a couple times throughout the week, really to keep his mind off things and not to worry so much. His carefree side, really, though heâd never admit to anyone how much better he feels when heâs high. He doesnât like to be called an addict, he doesnât like to be unintentionally compared to his father.Â
The older raised his eyebrow, âDonât they only smoke at parties?â
âHell if I know,â Niki sat back in his chair, âI just donât smoke that much. Plus, anyways we have to be careful. You know how Jungwon feels about this kind of shit,âÂ
âI love Jungwon to death, but are you really letting how he feels about shit, dictate how you go on about your life? You sound like a kiss-ass,â it was abundantly clear how blunt Sunoo was, though Niki was used to it. He was Sunooâs oldest friend.Â
âIâm not a kiss-ass, wise-ass,â He remarked back at Sunoo, âand for your information, I donât smoke that much, not because of Jungwon, but because of Jay.â
âWhat difference does that make?â
âJungwon swore it off because of shit he wonât tell us, but Jay quit smoking and I try to stay respectful of that. Heâs worked hard,â Niki explained, then he turned, âHow dare you call me a kiss-ass.â
Sunoo shrugged, âIf the shoe fits,âÂ
Niki rolled his eyes.Â
âCan I ask you something?â
âWhat?â Niki looked over, though Sunoo was staring at his glass, almost dissociated.
He was quiet for a moment, before he parted his lips and let out a quick sigh before looking over at Niki. âWhat really happened with your parents this time?â
Niki looked away. âI told you. It was the smoking,â which kind of contradicted his earlier statement about how little he smokes, but that wasnât what Sunoo caught on about it.
âOh to hell with thatâYour parents are addicts, how could they be pissed about you smoking when they were cooking up meth in the kitchen your whole life.â It was such a blunt way to describe it, and it sure as hell caught Niki off guard. Though, he knew Sunoo was right.
Nikiâs parents were addicts, former meth-chefs, though still, very much addicts. Theyâd get onto Niki for everything under the sun, which is why he always ran away or got kicked out, though it wasnât long until heâd move right back in again. Heâs learned to cope with it, though itâs always thrown in his face for how much of a âfailureâ he was, despite the obvious factors of how Niki was one of the only two people who got a scholarship to such a prestigious private academy, but of course, his parents never gave a damn about it, or even Niki for that matter. The others felt bad for him, but Niki couldnât care less. He didnât care about them anymore than they cared about him. He only ever went back to them because of his siblings. If he could take them with him, he would in a heartbeat. But theyâd never leave their parents. He knew that too well.
âI donât know, theyâre fucking weird,â Niki answered, âI never know what theyâre going to do or say next. You think youâd know that by now, after the countless amount of times Iâve had to stay with you or Jake over the last year alone.â
Sunoo stared at him. âMy house will always be a home to you, but you need to straighten things out with your parents. Either make amends, or move the hell out. Emancipate, even.â
Niki scoffed, âYou really think theyâd let me emancipate myself? Youâre hilarious.â
âLook, itâs not a bad idea,â Sunoo told him, and he softened his voice before he spoke again in a whisper, âI just want you safe.â
The other sighed and turned his head away. âIâll talk to them tomorrow. Okay?â
Sunoo reached over his hand with his pinky pointed out, âPromise?â
Niki groaned and he hooked his pinky with Sunooâs, âPromise.â
Sunoo pulled back, âGood. Now that thatâs settled, could you get me more fruit punch?â He basically shoves the glass into Nikiâs hand before he could even answer. Niki rolled his eyes and nodded before he stood up and headed out of the room, leaving Sunoo alone once again.
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Outside, Jay and Jake were helping the cars find places to park without absolutely destroying Mr Hwangâs yard. Thankfully, nobody had to. Eventually, Jay told Jake to head inside and get the party started while he finished up helping all the cars. After a while, the last car parked so Jay took a second to recuperate before returning to the party. He took out a lollipop, sticking it into his mouth and throwing the wrapper away in the outside trash can before walking in through the garage. Inside the house, he walked down a long, red-lit hallway, people scattered along the way. Most of them greeted him, some even dabbed him up. Everyone knew Jay. If you didnât, well, you probably just werenât as cool as everyone else then. Kiddingâbut seriously, everyone knew Jay, like everyone knew Heeseung, and Sunghoon, and all the rest of them. Even not knowing Jungwon was a surprise, but itâd be hard not to know him if you already knew Jay. They were basically attached at the hip.
At the end of the hall, right where the room blends into the center room, Jay sees Heeseung standing against a pillar, talking to some girl Jay didnât recognize. In the corner of his eye, Heeseung sees the other and waves him over. Jay, hesitantly, obliges, though he greets the girl first with a quick bow, then a dab-up with Heeseung. The girl eventually walked away, but before Jay could say anything, Heeseung turned to him first.
âYou seen Jungwon?âÂ
âNo, Iâve had other priorities,â Jay was quick to respond, which was pretty normal. Though, his demeanor changed. âWhy? Is something wrong with him?â There was a quick pause in his breath, a shift in his eyes. Heeseung always noticed it, but the others never believed him.Â
âNo, I donât think so,â Heeseung lightly shoved Jay playfully, âCalm down, man.â He teased, but it didnât feel like a jokeâor at least that it was taken that way. He looked over and saw some of the others standing near the center of the room, âCome on, we need to get wasted,âÂ
Jay smiled then, and the two walked over to the others, arms around each other, as if they were already tipsy, though all theyâve had was fruit punch. They all stand in a circle, but the only person thatâs missing isââWhereâs Jungwon?â Jay questioned the others.
Sunoo spoke up first, âI think heâs in the bathroom.â
âItâs a little too loud in here,â Jake commented, âShould we celebrate in another room?â The room was crowded, loud, and very bright. âIt might make it easier for Jungwon,â
Sunghoon nodded, âGood idea. And Niki, would you be careful with the cake please?â He remarks at the younger, earning a sour look from the boy.
âIâm careful!â He says just before his shoe scoots against the floor, almost making him trip. He gathers himself and clears his throat, âIâm careful,â he repeats to Sunghoon before walking out into the dining room with the others following behind him. The cake was chocolate with vanilla icing, red whipped cream, and one single red and white candle on top. It was empty in that room, only a china cabinet or two inside, with a large round dining table with seven seats exactly. Niki sets the cake right in the middle, and the others take their seats, leaving one empty seat right in front of the windows for Jungwon to sit in.Â
It took a minute before Jungwon made his way to the room, taking his seat with a big smile plastered on his face. Like a clown. He took his seat, still smiling as he scooted it closer to the table. Heeseung lit the candles with Nikiâs lighter, though it didnât even pass Jungwonâs mind about the reason why Niki had a lighter, but that was because he was just so enraptured by the cake in front of him. After a count of ten from his friends, Jungwon blew out the candles and the others clapped. For a moment, Jungwon wished time would stop and that he could stay right there forever. Timeless, almost.Â
What struck him out of his thoughts was a sudden sound from behind him, he turned back as the others continued to talk. It sounded like something, a rock maybe, was thrown at the edge of the window, it didnât hit the glass, he thought, it wouldâve been easier to recognize. When he turned back to the others, he realized he was the only one who had heard it, which almost convinced him that he was crazy. Almost.
âJeez, this partyâs getting out of control,â Heeseung comments under his breath when the room gets suddenly quiet after a bunch of yelling is heard from the other room.Â
âWould it be bad to say that the punch was spiked?â Sunghoon suddenly asked, earning a weird look from everyone else. âWhat?â He leaned back, âI didnât know until just now,â he says as he sips on his drink.
Jay stared. âIf itâs spiked then why are you still drinking it?â
Sunghoon glanced at him before looking at his cup for a good minute. âItâs good,â he shrugged and continued to drink it.Â
Heeseung rolled his eyes, âAnyways. Letâs get back to the party. Hey, Jake, maybe your girlfriendâs here!â
Jake turned to him quickly. âNo, sheâs not!â Then he cleared his throat, âAnd sheâs not my girlfriend.â He corrected the older, but he just laughed.Â
âWhatever you say, Jake,â and the group rose from their seats and started to leave the room. Jungwon stayed behind and cut his cake, though he wasnât alone for long. Jake actually stayed behind and sat beside Jungwon, cutting himself a piece as well and eating it with him. Jungwon and Jake were pretty close as well, he was the second one who Jungwon had met, with Jay being the first (obviously). They always got along more than Jay and Jungwon did, since they would always bicker like a married couple yet spend every waking day together (again, like a married coupleâhence the teasing).Â
In a long list of ways, Jake was a lot like Jay. There were more differences than similarities, but even the similarities appeared more than the differences ever could. Jay was more concluded, to himself and away from most people, while Jake was way more outgoing, he liked to socialize and get along with people, it made him feel included. But despite how talkative Jake could be, when he stopped talking, it usually meant he didnât want to talk anymore. That was another thing that made him and Jay so alike. They both would just stop talking, almost like they were raised by the same trauma-ridden parents, but they both had such a perfect lives, except the split between their parentsâwhich they both basically bonded over.Â
With a mouth full of cake, Jungwon turned to Jake and asked him, âWhy are you in here with me?â His voice was muffled, but Jake weirdly understood him clearly.
âWhy would I leave you alone at your own party?â Jake took another bite, âPlus this cake is the absolute shit,âÂ
âYeah, but everyone else left.â
âTheyâre lonely and want to seem like they get bitches so they get bitches. Or at least, Sunghoon and Heeseung do that. Sunoo couldnât care less, Niki is probablyââ He cut himself off, trying not to just outright say that Niki was probably smoking, knowing how Jungwon felt about smoking, though heâs known about Nikiâs smoking for almost a week now, ââhanging with Jay who is probably standing by a wall trying to act like heâs all tough and shit,â
Jungwon shrugged, âMaybe,â and he took another bite.Â
Jake hummed. âYou alright?â
Jungwon nodded.
âYou sure? You seem kinda off, Won.â
âIâm fine,â Jungwon replied, âI think Iâm just tired.â
âDo you want to go home?â
âNo, no,â Jungwon shook his head, âI donât want to ruin the vibe,â
Jake raised his eyebrow, âRuin what vibe? Itâs a party,â
âYeah, a party for me,â The younger said, âI canât just leave. What about the guys? Theyâre having fun, and I donât want to ruin that.â
âThat shouldnât matter,â said Jake, âDonât force yourself to stay here for them. I can take you home,â
But Jungwon shook his head, âNo, no, itâs okay, I promise. Itâs just a little overwhelming but Iâm fine. Itâs okay in here,â he glances around, then he looks back at Jake, âDonât you want to join them?â
Jake shrugged, âPartying has never really been my thing,â then he sipped on his water, âAnd Iâm kinda waiting on Kara to get here first,â
âAnd youâre not dating?â
A pink color flushed across Jakeâs cheeks, âTrying to.â
Jungwon looked over at him almost immediately, âSo you do like her!â
âWell duh,â Jake laughed, âSheâs beautiful, and kind, and smart and funny,â there was a curving smile on his lips, one that wasnât going to go away for hours, âI just didnât want to tell the guys just yet,â
âWhy? They wonât make fun of you,â
âYeah but theyâre so lonely,â
Jungwon laughed, âTrue, very true,â
Jake looked at the clock on the wall, âItâs only been forty minutes since the party started? I swear itâs been hours,â he comments. Jungwon shrugs in response. âItâs only 9.â
âIâm not surprised,â Jungwon says, leaning back in his chair, âTodayâs been slow as hell.â
âYeah, I guess,â Jake shrugged. âYou sure youâre alright?â
Jungwon nodded, âWhy wouldnât I be?â
But Jake didnât say anything. That meant the conversation was over.
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After three drinks that felt like seven, Jay found himself stumbling into the master bedroom. He didnât know how he made it all the way up the stairs, nor did he even remember if he did or not, but his thoughts faded as he lay on the bed, plopping down like he had given up. His alcohol tolerance was usually higher, but today just felt so weird. He didnât feel like himself. Did someone spike the alcohol? Can someone actually do that? So many questions were racing through his mind. But his head was pounding, he couldnât think clearly.
The master bedroom was painted a light blue, not exactly baby blue, but around it. It had white borders halfway up the walls. The furniture was antique, though the bed-frame looked straight out of an episode of Bridgerton. It was almost too fancy for Jayâs liking. Not that his opinion mattered, this wasnât his house, though maybe it didnât belong to anyone anymore.
There, on the bed, Jay sunk into the mattress. He felt so cozy, enough to drift asleep at any moment. But his stomach started to ache so he sat up and walked over to the bathroom quickly, fast enough to make it in case he threw up, but the pain faded after a moment or two and he leaned against the closed bathroom door, still standing in the bedroom. His eyes glanced around the room more, noticing more and more. There was not a single photo hanging up, except one that sat on the dresser. Curiously, he walked over to it and grabbed it.Â
It was a photo of Mr Hwang and his wife. She was beautiful, but stupidly, he started to wonder why he hadnât seen any other photos around the house. Why was it just this one? It was just a photo of them together in front of the house, it may have been special to them but was it special enough to only have this one sitting out? Not a single wedding photo, family portraitâhe had kidsânothing at all, except that one. Jay didnât understand. But it wasnât his business.
Of course, he didnât care, so he started to snoop. In the dresser, there werenât any clothes at all. Instead, there were notebooks, letters, photos (some framed, some not), with an insane amount of torn up pieces of old photos thrown all over the inside of the drawer, but what caught his eye the most was an amulet, a crimson-colored ruby in the middle, embroidered with pure silver with Ochiul Lui Lucifer was engraved into said silver. It was beautiful, so mesmerizing. As Jay was drunker than a homeless guy on New Year's Eve, he put the amulet around his neck and went to look at himself in the mirror. There, he stood in the bathroom, admiring himself as he smelt of booze, but he couldnât care less. He was, in fact, too drunk to care.Â
âJay! Where are you?!â
He heard Sunghoon call in the distance. Jay quickly hid the medallion behind his shirt and headed out of the room. The silver was cold against his bare chest, but after a moment, it became warm. He met with Sunghoon in the corridor, who immediately asked him how much he had to drink, and when he gave him the honest answer of 3, Sunghoon shook his head and called him a liar under his breath, hoping that Jay was too drunk to hear him.Â
Just like before, his stomach started to turn again, but it didnât hurt. It just felt so weird, and his muscles started to strain, his eyes becoming watery. He stopped walking suddenly, Sunghoon stopped too and helped him stand up straight. âDude,â he started to say, âDid you have too much to drink?â He knew the answer, yet he still asked.
But Jay shook his head, âN-No, Iâve only had three drinks, I told you. I justââ He shuddered, âI feel sick.âÂ
Sunghoon tried to lean away as he helped Jay down the steps, âKeep your vomit inside until I get at least 50 feet away from you, will you?â Though Jay didnât reply aloud, he nodded and that helped Sunghoon feel a little better, despite his fear of being vomited on still growing with each groan Jay let out as they walked.Â
In the center room, the others were all spread across the room, talking with either each other or other people, though it was quick for Jungwon to notice the terribly drunken Jay being held up by Sunghoon. He headed over to them, Sunoo following him, then Niki and then Heeseung and Jake.Â
âIs he okay?â Jungwon asks, âAre you okay?â He places his hand on Jayâs bicep, his thumb rubbing itself against his sleeve, trying to get his attention, yet he hadnât realized that he already had all of it. Always did.Â
âIâm fine,â Jay forced himself to stand upright, ignoring the sharp pain in his stomach that only grew worse and worse. The look on Jungwonâs face didnât change, though it shifted a bit as his eyebrows started to crease, knotting together. He knew that look. âIâm okay,â but it was a lie, it was clear as day. He wasnât okay at all, and Jungwon knew that. There was no way he didnât. It was almost second nature to him, Jungwon could read Jay like a book, the same way Jay could read him. Sometimes, you would think the two knew more about each other than what they know about themselves. To them, that wasnât true, but to everyone else, it was their reality.
âDonât lie to me,â Jungwon remarked, quite loudly actually, âHow much did you have to drink?â
âThree cups, thatâs it.âÂ
âJay.â
âOnly three!â But just as he exclaimed that, that sharp pain came back, worse this time. He folded and clutched his stomach tight, âI feel so sick,â He grumbled. Jungwon held him up, he practically flew into him the moment he started to clutch his stomach. âI want to go home,â his voice was quiet, soft, breaking as his eyes turned shiny. He swore he felt his heart break.
âStop the party,â
âWhat?â Heeseung perked his head up, and the others all turned to Jungwon.
âI said, stop the party,â he repeated, his voice clear, stern. Jake didnât hesitate.
Jake headed over to the kitchen, turning off the music from his phone before he got onto the island and stood there, getting everyoneâs attention. âAlright, Iâm sorry to break it to you all, but we gotta cut this party short tonight. Weâll have another soon, but we have a bit of an emergency so itâs for the best that we put a stop to this party now and continue it later on.â
There were a bunch of groans and booâs, but everyone pretty much left. The place was a bit of a mess, not too bad since the party had only really lasted an hour. Jake walked over to the others again as most of them were sitting on the couches, âSunghoon and Jungwon, could you guys take Jay home? The rest of us can hang out here and clean up,â
But Jay shook his head, âNo, n-no, I canât get up,â he stuttered, shuddering and rubbing his arms. Was he cold? But it felt so hot in there. He was leaning against Jungwon, trying to keep himself sitting up but he was struggling. âI feel so bad,â
âShould we call an ambulance?â Sunoo asked, âThis sounds serious, guys.â
âWhatâs even more serious is staying a night in jail for underage drinking,â said Sunghoon, âWe are not calling an ambulance.â
âWhy not? We have bail-out money,â said Heeseung.
Niki scoffed, âSo you have bail-out money, but not rent-a-venue money so we just had to have a party in a house that belongs to a family friend of Sunghoonâs? WhoâI might addâhas been missing for two months now?â He remarked at the others, folding his arms as he leaned back against his chair. Sunoo, beside him, shrugged in agreement.
Jake sighed, âLetâs not get off track. What are we doing then, Jay?â
Jay took a minute to reply. âWe could just stay here tonight,âÂ
Jungwon nodded, âYeah, maybe he can sleep whatever this is off and we can get out of here before dawn tomorrow.â
âTomorrow is Sunday,â Sunghoon added, which confused the others. When nobody said anything and all of them just stared at him, Sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows. âThe maids are off on Sundays, they wonât be here until Monday.â
âAlright so we stay here tonight and clean the house tomorrow and be out of here by tomorrow night?â Jake described what seemed to be the perfect plan. Everyone nodded in agreement. âLetâs get our beds set up and weâll go ahead and get to sleeping. Jay can sleep on the couch and Niki, Iâm going to assume youâre sleeping in that chair?â
Niki stared at him, âDoes it look like Iâll be leaving this chair anytime soon?â
Jake blinked, âOkay it was a question, donât be rude,â he cleared his throat, âIâll be back, Iâll go get some of the bedding from the bedrooms,â and he headed off. Jungwon stood up from the couch and helped Jay carefully lay down fully on the couch, placing one of the throw pillows beneath his head. The others settled in quickly, all falling asleep to the quietness of the house that once echoed with loud music and consistent talking. Now, you could hear a pin drop. It was so calming, so peaceful, but as Jungwon lay on the floor beside the couch, with a part of him scared Jay might turn over and just puke on him, but the other part of him worried for him. He hoped he was okay, that this was all just a bad reaction to alcohol. He hoped, more than anything, that tonight would not end with losing him.
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An hour passed. Everyone was asleep. The house was cold, but the blankets were so thick, even Jungwon felt hot. But he still slept peacefully, like everyone else. They all slept in that center room, most of them on the floor, which they didnât mind, but it was about 10 and yet Jay had woken back up. He was usually a deep sleeper, but his stomach hurt so bad, he was surprised he even fell asleep at all. He sat up on the couch, the pain traveling up to his chest. For a moment, there was clarity where the pain had stopped, but then it came back, worse this time, causing him to gasp and grab his chest. Then, the pain stopped, but he felt different, yet he felt the same as heâs always been. Confused, he shook his head but stood up from the couch. He thought he would take a walk around the house to clear his mind.Â
When he got up, however, his mind wandered and his heart slowed. He didnât know what that was, but he stumbled for a second, causing him to slightly bump into Sunoo who slept beside Jungwon. Once Jay had left the center room and entered the kitchen, that was when Sunoo woke up himself and got up. He made sure he didnât wake up anyone when he did. Curiously, he went to follow Jay, but when he got there, Jay wasnât there. Though still filled with curiosity and now worry, Sunoo walked through the hallway that was connected to the kitchen. It was dark, only the dim kitchen light slightly reflected into the room. At the end of the hallway, the bathroom light was on, and the door was closed, but the outline still briefly shone into the hall. He stood in front of the door, raising his fist to knock. âJay?â
âJust a minute,â he hears Jay say through the door. The sink runs for a minute, before it stops and the door opens. There, Jay stood and Sunooâs face shifted. âWhat?â
âAreââ Sunoo cleared his throat, âAre you okay? Are you feeling better?â
Jay stepped out of the bathroom, âYeah. Yeah, I think,â his voice sounded weird, âWhat are you doing up? Did you have to use the bathroom, too?â
Sunoo shook his head, âNo, I just wanted to check on you,â he paused for a moment before he sighed, âListen. I know things have been tough lately, and I know you didnât want to talk about this kind of stuff,â he hadnât realized the darkened expression that appeared on Jayâs face as he was talking, âbut Iâm always here for you, Jay. Youâre one of my best friends and Iââ
âWhat are you talking about?â Little Sunoo giggled as he sat in the sandbox with his older sister, âWhy would the castle have only one knight? Itâs a big castle,â
She rolled her eyes, âWell, what if one knight wanted to marry the princess?â She suggests, holding one of the knight figurines in her hand with the princess figurine in the other, âCouldnât he do that?âÂ
Sunoo looked at her, confused, âBut what about protecting the castle? What about the Queen? And the King?â He tightened the bracelet on his wrist a little since it kept getting caught on the figurines, but his sister didnât seem to notice.
âTheyâll be protected, but the princess needs to be protected, too.â
âSheâs not being protected, sheâs getting a husband.â
âAnd?â
âAnd nothing,â said Sunoo sharply, âNot all husbands protect their wives.â
His sister looked at him, her eyes shining with her broken heart. She didnât expect him to say such a thing, not then, maybe not ever. But he was just a kid, he didnât know any better.
It was nothing that Sunoo would have known about his sisterâs future, or even the present then. His sister had always picked the wrong boy to fall in love with, not that it was ever her intention, but she never fought to leave them either. Sunoo cherished the bracelet she gave him with all his heart, he loved his sister so much. She was his best friend, his everything. But now, in the present days, they havenât spoken in two years.
She furrowed her brows, âI donât want to play this anymore,â she grabbed the toys and put them into his backpack. âCome on, letâs go play on the swings,â she reached her hand to him and he took it, hesitantly, before grabbing the backpack and heading over to the swings with his older sister as their mother watched from the bench, alone just like she always had been.
His words were cut short, one of Jayâs hands gripped his arm so tight, holding him there, captive in his grip, but the other held a knife, which had been stabbed into his abdomen, cutting the skin, spilling blood. He choked, grabbing onto Jay with tears pouring from his eyes, blood starting to spew from his mouth.Â
âJay,â he whispers, âW-What are you doing?â It was a stupid question, wasting what may be his last breaths on such a simple, unspecified question. But the older looked him in his eyes, a hint of red glowing in the dark brown, and Sunoo had never been more scared in his life.Â
Jay, with a dark smile, leaned over and whispered softly, lowly, into Sunooâs ear.
âI am becoming God.âÂ
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It was a squeak from a sneaker against a wooden floor that woke Jungwon up. It was distant, from another room, but he still heard it. He had always been a light sleeper, something he hated more than he ever enjoyed. He sat up, yawning. He looked around, but quickly noticed that both Jay and Sunoo were gone. He reached over to Sunghoon, shaking him awake. For a moment, he didnât, but after a few more shakes, with some aggressive ones, Sunghoon eventually sat up and turned to Jungwon. âWhat? What could you possibly want?â He was definitely not a morning person.Â
âJay and Sunoo are gone,â Jungwon told him.
Sunghoon looked over at him, but he didnât say anything. He quickly stood up and Jungwon did the same. Then, the two went on to find their friends while the others continued to sleep peacefully, without a single thought of worry in their little heads at all.Â
Through the kitchen and down the hall, they couldnât see a thing. Stupidly, they continued on until Jungwon stopped suddenly when a weird, quiet splash sound Sunghoon took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, but as it was pointing to the floor, the first thing they saw was a puddle of blood.Â
Jungwon gasped but Sunghoon slowly raised his phone along the smeared blood down the hall, shining the flashlight up the wall at the end of the hallway, seeing what appeared to be their own friend, his hands and legs nailed to the wall, covered in his own blood. Crucified, perhaps. Beneath his hovering feet, a pentagram-like circle was drawn out on the floor, with what they could only assume was blood. It was literally like a ritual. Sunghoon dropped his phone at the sight of it, and Jungwon screamed, so loud, he screamed.Â
The others woke up immediately, all jumping up and running to find whoever had just screamed, finding Jungwon and Sunghoon in the dark hallway. Heeseung flipped the light on, seeing the same as the others had seen before.Â
âSunoo . . .â Niki stepped back, his eyes widening.Â
âWhat the fuckââ Heeseung pushed through the others, then he turned back and looked at Jungwon and Sunghoon. âWhat the fuck happened?â
Jungwon snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Heeseung, furrowing his eyebrows. âI donât . . . I donât know. I woke up because I heard something but Jay and Sunoo werenât here so we went to find them a-and . . .â He hitched his breath, âOh god.â He put his face into his hands and started to breathe heavily, âDo we call the police? What do we do?â
Heeseung nodded, âYeah. Weâll call the policeââ
The light suddenly shut off, it became pitch black again. They looked around frantically, while Heeseung tried to get back to the lightswitch to turn the lights back on. To his surprise, it didnât work. The power had gone out.
âThe powerâs out,â Heeseung told the others, âDo you think this place has a backup generator?â He looked at Sunghoon specifically as he grabbed his phone off the ground and kept the flashlight on.
âThere should be,â said Sunghoon, âEvery house on this street has one. But we shouldnât worry about that. We should leave before anyone else gets hurt,â
But as everyone starts heading out, Jungwon stops, âWait, what about Jay? We have to find Jay,â but when the others didnât say anything, Jungwonâs breath slowed before he took a deep breath, âFine. If you wonât go look for him, then Iâll do it myself.â
âLike hell, you do,â Sunghoon stepped in front of him. âYouâre not going alone. Weâll find himâtogether.â
Jungwon nodded, but then he turned back to Sunooâs body and stepped closer to it. The others watched him, silently, but Niki stepped through them and walked up beside Jungwon. He reached up and untied the bracelet from Sunooâs wrist and held it to his chest. âIâll protect her,â he whispered, âRest easy, my friend.â And he backed away. Jungwon stood there another moment before he did as well, following the others back into the center room. Sunghoon and Heeseung headed off to the front door to get help from the neighbors first while Jake and Niki tried to figure out where the generator was to the house since there was no basement.
Heeseung and Sunghoon quickly returned, however. Apparently all the outside doors were locked, even the door to the garage so there was no way they could get in there in case the generators were in there. The only outside door that was left unlocked was the back door.
âAre you saying we have to go out there?â Sunghoon questioned Niki, âDo you not realize what the hell is out there?â
Niki shook his head, âNo, but please, please give us the insight, old wise one!â He mocked the older, groaning before he sat down in the chair, just like before. It may appear that Niki wasnât that much affected by the death of Sunoo, but inside, Jungwon knew Niki was terrified, grieving their best friend without trying to worry the others. Niki never handled his emotions well, but today he did. Maybe it was a final toast to Sunoo.Â
Jungwon stood behind the couch where Heeseung and Jake sat. Sunghoon stood in front of the four, trying to figure out a plan to get out of the house and get help.Â
âIn the backyard, thereâs a maze. It leads out to the shed and the pool, and most likely, the generators are in the pool house,â Sunghoon explained to them, âAs long as we get through the maze to turn the power back on, we can call the police and get the hell out of here.â
âWhy the hell does this dude have a maze in his backyard?â Jake questioned Sunghoon, as if he had any idea.
âI donât know! Rich people have weird shit!â An understatement, honestly.
âOkay wait, are we all going through the maze?â Jake asked, âOr are we splitting up?â
Niki scoffed, âWhat is this? Scooby-Doo?âÂ
Heeseung shrugged. âItâs not a bad idea,â he says, âSunghoon and I can head out to the pool house, and you guys can keep looking for Jay?â
Jungwon nodded, and both Jake and Heeseung stood up. Niki sat for another minute before he took out the bracelet that belonged to Sunoo and he tied it around his wrist. Jungwon watched as the other three had already started to walk outside. When Niki got done tying it, he stood up and walked outside with Jungwon to join the others, not knowing what could be waiting for them, how this night might end, or more importantly, when theyâll know the truth.
The moon was full, bright and white. It looked bigger than usual, it almost filled the sky. Jungwon felt uneasy, the sight of his best friendâs body still living in his eyes. He couldnât stop thinking about it. He kept wondering, asking himselfâWho could have done such a thing to another human being? It was so macabre, so bloody and violent. It was straight out a horror movie, and it did not help at all that it was his own best friend that turned out to be the victim. He couldnât stop thinking about who may be next, who will be killedâno, slaughteredânext.
He hoped Jay hadnât been killed, that he was okay, that he was only hiding. He wanted to call out for his friend, but they werenât sure where the killer had gone. He didnât want to lead the killer right to them, wherever they were. But he still hoped, wherever he was, that Jay was okay.Â
Outside, the group stood on the back deck. Jungwon, Niki, and Jake all stood back as Heeseung and Sunghoon headed towards the tall, bush-wall maze, belonging to a man whoâs been missing for months. Why did he let them do this party? We shouldnât be here. We never should have come. Jake looked over at Jungwon and Niki, folding his arms. âShould we go look for Jay?â He asked.
Niki looked at the maze, âShouldnât we wait for them? What if the killer is out there? Or inside the house?â He glanced at Jungwon, âIâm sure Jayâs fine. Heâs tough. Maybe he made it out and went to get help,â it was a suggestion, but that didnât necessarily mean it was possible.
Jungwon lowered his head, but Jake stepped forward. âWeâll find him,â he looked over at Jungwon and smiled at him, âswear to it.â
He nodded. Niki turned to the house, âYou think heâs in there?âÂ
Jake shrugged. âHeâs smart. Maybe he did make it out and went to get help,â
Jungwon shook his head, âHe wouldâve come to tell us, or we wouldâve at least heard the door. He has to be hiding somewhere,â
âGood point,â Jake agreed.Â
Niki turned away. âWhat if heâs not . . .â He paused, a moment of silence that ached Jungwonâs heart more than heâs ever felt before, âWhat if he was killed, too?â
Jake shut him down quick, âDonât say that. He could be alive,â
âBut we canât get our hopes up,â Jungwon intruded, lowering his head, âShit happens.â
Jake started to frown, but Niki didnât get it. âWe still need to find him, even if thatâs true, even if itâs not. We have to findââ
A screech of a man echoes through the maze, through the yard. Their heads turn like a reflex, eyes wide like a dollâs. Oh this was the end, Jungwon thought, but he knew he should never say it aloud. That scream was deafening, no doubt that it was Sunghoon, despite its higher pitch. But it was Heeseung. Heeseung was a quiet screamer, and it was weird that Jungwon knew that, but that didnât matter. What mattered was that tonight may just be their last.Â
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âThis was a terrible idea,âÂ
âStop being dramatic,â said Heeseung, scoffing at his friend.Â
Sunghoon clutched his chest, offendedââDramatic? Our friend was murdered, our other friend is missing, and the killer is still out there, but Iâm being dramatic? Yeah, okay.â
Heeseung rolled his eyes, âYou are just proving my point there, Hoon.âÂ
Half way through the maze, there was a fountain and two ways to go. Sunghoon huffed and turned to Heeseung, âWhich way should we go?â
âLetâs split up,â
âAre you fucking joking?â
âGod, HoonâItâll be fine.â Heeseung patted his shoulder, âIâll go right and you go left, and if you get spooked, just find your way back to the fountain and go down my way. Okay?â
Sunghoon stared at him, but eventually nodded. âOkay.âÂ
Heeseung smiled, and the two parted ways. Heeseung had gone right like he said, walking through the maze as far as he could until eventually he made it to a two way stop again. He huffed, but went left for the hell of it. Unfortunately, he ended up at a dead end so he turned around to walk the other way when he stopped, seeing a figure in the distance. He could barely see his face, but he knew who it was. His breath hitched, a wave of relief washed over him when he saw it was only Jay, slowly walking towards him with a smile on his face. âOh, Jay, thank god youâre okay,â Heeseung placed his hand on his chest, sighing, âWhereâve you been?â
âI was in the pool house,â said Jay, chuckling. âI got so scared. I didnât know where to go. When Sunoo, IââÂ
Heeseung shushed him, âI know, I know. I was actually coming to turn the power back on. Isnât it weird they have a generator in the pool house?â
âOh, itâs not in there,âÂ
âItâs not?â Heeseung cursed under his breath, âDo you know where itâs at?â
Jay shrugged, but it was still too dark to see him, he still stood far back from Heeseung. âMaybe the garage? Or a closet inside the house,â
Heeseung nodded, âYouâre right. Letâs get Sunghoon and head back,â but Jay stopped him just as he started to walk. âWhat?â Heeseung furrowed his eyebrows. âWhat is it?â
Jay stared at him, and for a split second, Heeseung saw red flash in his eyes. Taken back, Heeseung draws his eyebrows together, but he doesnât say anything. Jay didnât say a word for a moment, but then the power turned back on, and so did the mazeâs light posts with one being almost directly in between the two. There, Heeseung saw the blood that stained Jayâs clothes and skin. There, he realized that Jay was never hiding. Instead, he was the one they should have been hiding from this whole time. He was the killer. He killed Sunoo, his own friend, and by the cold look in his eyes, Heeseung knew his fate. He knew it too well.
âI do not like this,âÂ
Little Heeseung laughed, âWhy? I think itâs fun,â he says, placing down another playing card onto the small pile, âGo fish.â
Little Sunghoon groaned, âYou win,â he tossed the cards at Heeseung, âAgain.â He leaned back and crossed his arms, âYouâre such a cheater,â
âAnd youâre such a sore loser,â Heeseung chuckles, picking up the cards. Sunghoon stifled his laugh but didnât say anything. Heeseung and Sunghoon were just little kids then, sitting on the floor as they played Go Fish while they waited to be picked up by their parents. Sunghoonâs parents were always in the back of the line because they didnât like to come so early and wait for so long.Â
Heeseung looked up and saw the teacher walk back into the building, wagging her finger at Sunghoon, mouthing his name to get his attention. He grabbed his backpack and stood up, holding onto one of the straps. âAre you sure you donât want to ride home with me?â
The other nodded, âIâm okay,â he told him, âSheâll be here any minute,â he smiled. Sunghoon waved goodbye and left, while Heeseung sat alone, but this wasnât nearly the first time at all. It was an understatement how neglectful his parents were, they always paid attention to his older brother and their jobs, never about Heeseung. He spent more time with the maid than he ever has with his mother. He hated it, but heâs gotten used to it.
That day, they never came. Again, not the first time. But it was the last time as Heeseung told Sunghoon about it the following day, as Sunghoon always asks how he got home and was completely appalled when Heeseung told him he walked all the way home by himselfâagain. Sunghoon then promised Heeseung that he would always have a home there with his family, but even then, Heeseung knew it wasnât his home. His home was where his pain started, the neglectfulness of a parent that swore they loved him with all their heart. He learned to ignore it, move past it, make the best out of it, even if it still hurts.Â
His home was nowhere to be seen, but he didnât care. He was a kid, and even without a home, Heeseung was still happy. He had his friends, the people at school, he made good grades, he was happy. He knew he would have made his parents proud if they ever paid any attention to him. But Ms. Kwan, the maid, always told him how proud of him she was. Her opinion was the only one that ever mattered to Heeseung. The only one that ever will.
His eyes wide, stepping back away but with a quick motion, a knife cuts his stomach. The cut was deep, his intestines started to hang out. He started to choke, blood pouring from his stomach and his mouth as he held his stomach, frozen but shaking. Jay smirked. âIâm sorry,â he spoke coldly, his voice hoarse, grabbing onto him, âI slipped,â and he stabbed him again, letting go of him so Heeseung would fall to the ground.Â
âJ-Jayââ
âItâs no hard feelings, alright?â His voice was deeper, like it wasnât even his, âIâm just doing what I need to do. Nothing youâve done, nothing you could have prevented either,â a smirk appeared on his cold, white face, but Heeseung knew it wasnât him.
Heeseung, barely alive, chokes out. âYouâll never get away with this,â a bold statement, Jay was almost impressed. But the grin faded from his lips, and only darkness grew from his dark eyes now. Jay chuckled darkly, grabbing onto Heeseungâs collar and pulling him off the ground a bit. He smiled, leaning in close.
âThen I will give my all to prove you wrong,â and he lets go, causing Heeseungâs head to fall back against the ground beneath him, bleeding out as Jay laughed before grabbing onto his legs and dragging him away towards the fountain in the middle of the maze, where soon, their friends will mourn another, but eventually learn the truth.
Jungwon ran first, with Jake calling out for him and Niki watching from the back porch. He stood, frozen, as his two friends darted towards the mazeâs entrance, running through the maze to find wherever Sunghoon was. Jake tried to catch up to Jungwon, but he was so fast. Through the maze, going the right path every time, Jake was even confused as he chased after Jungwon, eventually making it to the fountain where another one of their friends was dead, hanging on the fountain, like he had been crucifiedâjust like Sunoo. Along the fountainâs circular edge, where most would sit to take a moment of breath, there was blood. So much blood, and the water had turned red, mixing with the blood. His stomach still (barely) held up the intestines that tried to fall out, his legs and hands stained with his own blood. Jake stopped there, just before he ran into Jungwon, who had abruptly stopped in front of the fountain.Â
âHeeââ Jungwon gasped and covered his mouth, âOh my god . .â But he saw the blood, and he saw the fountain. It was just like what happened to Sunoo. What the hell was all of this? Thereâs been pentagrams and crucifixion and so much death. Was this a cult?
Jake stepped back and turned, seeing Sunghoon sitting with his knees against his chest. He was shaking, his eyes dancing. âSunghoon, Sunghoon,â Jake quickly headed over to him, trying to get him to snap out of it, âSunghoon, look at me, youâre okay,â
Sunghoon didnât move. âHeâs dead. Sunooâs dead. Weâre going to die.â His eyes were wide, his body shivering. He was in shock, mumbling the same words to himself as he stared forward.Â
Jake looked up and turned to Jungwon behind him. âHelp me get him up,âÂ
Jungwon obliged and stepped towards them, both boys trying to lift Sunghoon off the ground. Jungwon stumbled a bitâSunghoon wasnât much taller than he was, but Jungwon was skinny, thin, not as strong as Sunghoon or, well, Jay. They walked out of the maze, completely forgetting about the generator, though the image of their dead friend did not even begin to fade from their eyes and mind.
Into the house, it was still dark. Some light reflected into the room from the windows, its dimness was noticeable, as it was only from the moon above. The full moonâcall it a superstition, but Jungwon never liked full moons. They were always crazy nights, stressful or stress-less. There was no in between. Tonight was different. Tonight may actually be the end of everything.
âWeâve lost Sunoo and Heeseung,â Jake began to say, âSunghoonâs in shock, and we have no idea where Jay is.âÂ
Sunghoon then grabbed onto Jake tightly, startling him. âNo, no we canât,â Sunghoon said hoarsely to Jake, âWe canât find Jay. We canât.â His voice was shaking, tightly gripping Jake so tightly, it almost felt like he might tear his sleeve.Â
Jake looked at him with furrowed brows, âWhat do you mean we canât?â It was almost asking if Jay was already dead or not, but there was just this feeling in his gut that wasnât anything close to what Sunghoon meant at all. Jungwon and Niki stood away by the couch in the center room, watching. Jake waited for a response, but before Sunghoon could say a thing, a voice rang out in the room, footsteps approaching from the main corridor upstairs. There, at the fence, stood Jay, clean but sweaty, like he had just been hiding all this time.
âGuys!â Jay exclaimed, âThank god, youâre okay!â He came down the stairs and immediately hugged Jungwon and Jake, âI was so scared, I ran, Iâm so sorry, Iââââ
âWhat are you sorry for?â Jungwon said with a raised brow, âYouâre safe, thatâs what matters.â
Jake nodded in agreement, both of them completely forgetting all that Sunghoon had to say. Even though only Sunghoon knew the truthâthe truth that may just cost them their lives.
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âI was hiding in the upstairs closet. I was scared to come out. After seeing . . .â Jay shuddered as he spoke, âI was so scared.â He held his own arms so tight, like he was freezing in that warm room. His eyes shook with each beat of Sunghoonâs heart, because something inside him made him believe Jay didnât have a heart at all. Jungwon frowned with empathy, and Jake raised his head to say another word. Niki sat away, as did Sunghoon, both watching but only one watched with fear.Â
âWeâve lost Sunoo and Heeseung,â Jake began to say, âThis doesnât feel real. It canât be.â He shook his head before burying his face into his hands.Â
âThis has to be a sick joke,â said Niki, âThereâs no way we . . .â He trailed off, staring into the floor, âNo. Thereâs just no way.â He stated. As Jake lifted his head, he noticed something shine behind the cloth of Jayâs shirt, a silver necklace with a red gem was all he could make out of it, but his thoughts were forgotten about as Jungwon continued the conversation at hand.
Jungwon glanced over, âCould this be a prank?â
"A prank?" Niki shook his head, "You think our own friends would take their own life and slaughter themselves like animals for a prank?"
"That's enough, Nikiâ"
"No, no, do you really thinkâ" Niki stepped over, "Do you really think they wanted us to mourn over them just for a laugh?"
"Niki." Jake stepped closer, "Back off."
Jungwon stared into Niki's eyes and wathced as Niki backed up and turned away. Jungwon crossed his arms, "What do we do now?"
Sunghoon looked over, but Jake caught his attention once he said, âWe donât split up. We stick together. All we have now is each other, itâs the only way weâll get out of here alive.â
Jay stood up, looking through the window out to the backyard. âWhere did you see him last?â He asked the others, âOut there?â He pointed.
âI havenât seen him,â Jake said, âNone of us have. We know just as much as you do.â
Sunghoon scoffed, âI doubt that.âÂ
Jay hitched his breath, Sunghoon heard it, but apparently no one else did.
But Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, uncrossing his arms. âWhat do you mean by that, Hoon?â
âWait,â Jay said suddenly, âWaitâheâs coming towards the door, Hoon, help me hold the door!â He darted towards the back door, holding it shut, waving his hand for Sunghoon to help him. Sunghoon shot up and went over, despite knowing the truth, knowing it all but a part of him wished he was wrong, that the âtruthâ wasnât true at all.Â
Jake stood up, âWhere do you want us?â Jungwon and Niki stood up as well.
âGo, I want you to go,â Jay said, âHide, weâll hold him off as long as we can before we hide, too.â Then, he grinned a little, âI promise, weâll be fine.â
Jungwon nodded and he ran down the corridor with Jake and Niki behind him. Jay looked over at Sunghoon, and with a smile, he let go of the door, reached behind him and stabbed Sunghoon in his stomach. Sunghoon starts to choke, âJ-Jay . . .â
For as long as he could remember, Sunghoon always kept himself busy. It was a coping mechanism, though to most, it seemed like he just didnât like people and was probably quite shy. All of that was true, but it wasnât why he would keep himself so busy. He joined so many clubs, did so much community service, worked almost an ungodly and possibly illegal amount of hours for work, all to keep himself away from home.Â
His parents had an arranged marriage, conceived him for the benefit of their own parentsâ money. He was raised by his mother and father, but separately. Youâd be lucky to see his parents in the same room as each other. They did love each other, but only platonically and even then, they never got alone. But they couldnât divorce each other because then theyâd lose all their money. But Sunghoon never thought anything of it. It wasnât his business, not his problem so he kept to himselfâalways.Â
He was an independent child growing up, and even though he had a younger sister, he never teased her or poked fun at her, not the way any other older brother normally would. Instead, he protected her. He taught her how to live, how to survive, how to act kind instead of wealthy because they wereâthey had all the money in the world, but he wanted nothing to do with it. He wanted to be his own person, to not ever be like his parents. They werenât bad parents, they werenât even bad people. But he wanted to be free, away from the fake-love, the fake-marriage, the one-on-one parenting. Love could not keep his parents together, but money sure could. But he didnât want to be like that.Â
When he was older, his family moved to this great big house, worth about a million USD at least, just down the street from Mr Hwang. His parents met him and grew close with him, and suddenly, everything was different. He noticed how his parents started to act with each other, more loving and caring towards one another, like money never meant a thing to them. Love was there, pure love. He almost didnât think anything of it, until more and more thoughts started to appear in his mind, making him realize the truth that something had changed.
âYouâre just thinking too much into it,â said his little sister with a curving grin and a short chuckle, âMom and Dad have always loved each other.â
But they didnâtâThey never loved each other the way they suddenly do now. And she wouldnât believe him, or even listen to anything he says about it. He was the only one who knew the truth, that this wasnât right. Something had changed. But every time he brought it up with his sister, sheâd call him crazy. And eventually, it stuck, and he stopped talking to her about it. Instead, he started to wish he wasnât home anymore. So he made sure, with everything he had, that he rarely ever was.
âIâm sorry, old pal,â Jay said lowly, âYou shouldâve kept your mouth shut,â and with the same knife, he slit Sunghoonâs throat, his blood spraying onto him, covering him once again in his own friendâs blood, staining his clothes, his face, but it would only get worse as he saw, standing there in the kitchen, it was Niki. Paralyzed, frozen with wide eyes, traumatized from what he had just seen. âWhatâs the matter?â A sneering, but dark voice echoes through the room, âDonât feel so left out. Youâll be joining him,â
Niki started to shake his head, backing into the counter behind him. âJayââ
Then, Jay throws his knife towards him, stabbing Niki right in his chest, causing him to then fall to the ground. He steps over Sunghoon, walking over to the kitchen to where Niki had fallen. But Niki fought backâHe kicked Jay back, trying to get up as he pulled the knife out of his chest, trying to use it to his advantage before he bleeds out. Jay charges at him, knocking the knife out of Nikiâs hand but Niki pushes against him, throwing a punch, then two, but Jay hits back, hitting him right where he had stabbed him. Niki falls back, grunting loud as the pain grows. Jay then grabs a knife out of its holder on the counter and stabs Niki again, but this time in his stomach, pulling it upwards, cutting up Nikiâs stomach, tearing the skin. Niki choked on the blood filling his throat, but he swallowed harshly.Â
Niki sat alone in the mallâs food court. He was about seven then, watching the people come and go, sitting at the tables, eating their rice, their noodles, before going on to another store, carrying bags upon bags, or maybe nothing at all. He watched every person that caught his eye, observing them closely, noting every piece of their being just sitting there, alone and without anyone to accompany him.
His parents were drug dealers, moved to Korea when Niki was just a little younger than he was then. He didnât know this until he was much older, but they moved there because they were getting ratted out for selling drugs, so they ran to Seoul, expecting it to be different from their home in Japan. But he was just a little kid, he never paid any attention to anything.
He had always been an eccentric kid, ever since he was just a little toddler. He was so full of energy, always in the mood to play. There was never a dull moment with him. He never gets to play with other kids, so he always plays with his sister instead, not that he didnât enjoy it. But today was different, she was with the babysitter as Niki had accompanied his parents on a little trip to the mall which led him to where he is nowâsitting alone in the food court, not knowing where his parents had disappeared to. He was right next to them, following them as they walked so quickly through the mallâs long, open corridor. There were so many people, such thin crowds however, that Niki almost didnât realize that he had lost his parents. They werenât in front of him any longer, and soon, he was lost.Â
Like any other kid, he found the food court almost immediately. So, he took a seat at an empty table and waited, watching every person in his view, trying to find his parents. It was almost like a reflex, like this had happened before. Because it has. This was not at all the first time this had happened, and it definitely wasnât the last. They knew where to find him afterwards, which made Niki wonder, once he got older, that this was their plan all along. To lose them along the way to their serving, their dealing, so theyâd find him in the food court and make their way home just to do it again in the next week or so.Â
âRiki, dear,â his mother called out from behind him, close by. âLetâs go,â her hand appeared on his shoulder, but it didnât startle him. He looked up at her, and she was smiling.
âCan we get lunch?â Niki asked, âPlease?â
His father appeared beside his mother, looking to his wife.
She sighed, âWhat would you like?â She kept her smile, âThereâs plenty ofââ
âI want ramyeon,âÂ
âRamyeon?â She expected more, honestly. âHere, or the store downââ
âCan we stop by that store by the school?â Niki asked, lowering his head to the table again, âI like the ramyeon there,â
She nodded her head, âOf course. Come on,â and Niki obliged and rose from his seat.
That store was built a long time ago, just the year before that school was. After school every day, heâd have to walk home, but only after stopping at the store first. He would never have a single cent on him, but the owner always gave him the ramyeon for free. It was almost obvious from the way Niki was dressed that his family was not as âwell-offâ as everyone elseâs was. It wasnât his fault, so the owner never asked any questions about it. Instead, the only thing he ever asked was what type of ramyeon he would like that afternoon. The school was just down the block from the school, about a five minute walk. It was the school Niki went to for primary school, where he met the store ownerâs son. His first ever friend.
He never told his parents about his friendship. He didnât want them to try and leech off his friendâs parents. Heâs never seen them or known of them to do that, but he didnât want to take the risk either. He was such a smart little kid, it was no surprise when he passed so many exams with such flying colors that it earned him a scholarship to that private academy he goes to now. Heâs earned every moment of recognition, of admiration, that heâs ever been given. Heâs worked his way to the top, and now, there he goes to school with his best friendsâplural.Â
His name was Nishimura Riki, but he never went by âRiki.â His parents called him that, of course, because they named him that, but to anyone else he was âNiki.â On the first day of school after moving from Japan to Korea, Niki was sat beside this smaller boy with dark hair and curved, but wide eyes who turned to him, looked at the name he had written on the page, so quickly like it was any of his business, and asked, âYour name is Niki?â
But Niki did not correct him. He just smiled a little and nodded. âYeah,â he said, âmy name is Niki.â
And the boy smiled back at him, his eyes creasing into sideways-crescents, appearing suddenly kind, like his aura had completely changed.
âIâm Sunoo.â
âYou killed them.â
Jayâs eyebrows lifted slightly, feeling the grip of Nikiâs hands around his arms only tighten. Niki stared into Jayâs cold eyes, the brown in his eyes had changed to pure crimson, almost glowing in the shadows of his face. Niki felt his skin continue to tear, this was the end of the line. Soon, heâd meet Sunoo again. Death didnât seem so bad anymore.
âYou . . .â Niki hitched his breath, âYou killed your own friends, with your own hands,â his hands started to lose grip, âwith no remorse, none at all. You killed Sunoo, and Heeseung, and Sunghoon, and . . . Youâre killing me, too. Then youâll kill Jake and Jungwon, and then itâll be over,â Nikiâs voice was strained as he spoke with his very last breaths, âBut you are not yourself, you areââ he chokes again, swallowing harshly, âYouâre Mr Hwang.â
There, with a quick twist of his wrist, the knife deepens, and Nikiâs heart stops and he croaks out his last breath. His eyes became lifeless as did the othersâ, and there, another one was gone. His body went limp, his hands still stiff but Jay jerked himself out of his grip. He stood up, covered in blood that had become a mixture of two of his friendsâ blood, none belonging to him at all. He did not take the knife out of Niki, no, but he grabbed the last one out of the holder on the counter, the sharpest one it appeared, and he stepped over Nikiâs body and headed down the hallway where he had left Sunooâs body not even an hour before. Down the dark hallway, he stopped midway when he heard the scuffling behind a closed doorâthe bathroom door. He took silent steps to not be heard, but he knew even the one inside knew he was out there. But it was Mr Hwang who had taken over Jayâs entire being, controlling him, proving Sunghoonâs statement before. He was a nice guy unless you trespassed. He gets scary.
But it was suddenly an idiotic move to try and get the bathroom to open as no one was in it at all, but with a quick glance to his left, Jay saw a foot in the crack of a door, just behind it as if it was ready to run out the moment it needed to. Jay didnât waste a second. He darted towards the door with his knife in his hand, stabbing who appeared to be Jake, standing behind the door, but behind him a few feet was Jungwon who lifted up a chair and threw it at Jay, knocking him back and blacking him out for a few moments. Jungwon quickly grabbed onto Jake and helped him up, running out of the room and up the stairs to the nearest roomâthe master bedroom, where Jay was first possessed, not that they knew any of thatâyet.
In the master bedroom, Jungwon searched the dresser for any extra sheets or clothing that he could wrap around Jake to slow the bleeding. Unfortunately, nothing but old photos and letters were left in the drawers, along with some old dusty book under most of it. But he did catch a glimpse at the photo sitting on the dresser of Mr Hwang and his wife, though his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the other.
âJungwon, the bloodâs not stopping. I donât think Iâm going to make it,â Jake was panicking, his voice was shaking but Jungwon tried to stay calm for the both of them. Jungwon didnât glance at him, he just kept looking through the dresser.
âYou are not bleeding out, Jakeââ
âYes, yes I am,â Jake breathed heavily, holding his wound tightly with his jacket against it, trying to soak the blood into it, âHe stabbed me, Jungwon. Iâm going to die.âÂ
âYou are notâ Jake, listen to me,â Jungwon quickly went over to him, âYou are not dying. We are getting out of here, I just need to find a way to get back down to the main floor. Okay?â And after a moment, Jake nodded his head so Jungwon headed back over to the other side of the corner inside the master bedroom, seeing the large board on the wall covered in pictures and strings attached to push-pins that connected a whole bunch of things. It was like a crime-wall. âWhat the . . .â Jungwon muttered under his breath, skimming over it all.Â
A few were cut outs of newspaper headings, all revolving around people passing away and a rise of churches preaching about resurrection. There was a photo of a group of men in coats, and there were others of funerals, some of people heâs seen in the obituaries in the paper. There was even a photo of Sunghoonâs parents on there as well. Lastly, in the middle of the board, there was an obituary from seven years ago of a woman, the same woman that was in the picture on the dresser. Quickly to the dresser, in the top drawer, he dug until he found what was a thick, journal-like book underneath the piles of photos and letters. He flipped through the old, stained pages quickly before stopping when he saw the amulet sketched onto the page.
The Ochiul Amuletului Lucifer, or the Eye of Lucifer Amulet, was discovered hundreds of years ago, near the beginning of Romania. One priest, after committing an unknown sin, was struck by lightning twice before collapsing where later, he found the amulet in his hand when he woke up. He believed it was his sign from God to confess his sins and beg for forgiveness. However, from an act now to be marked as a only miracle, an ill child, dead for only a minute, was saved and brought back to life once the Priest had helped him. The Priest sought out how this could have happened, how he saved the child, to come to the conclusion that the amulet had helped him. That amulet was passed down to his son and then to his son, going on for generations, making it all the way to today where it sat in His hands, the ones belonging to someone I thought was my friend, but only to be a cult leader who swore he would resurrect Christ and become God himself.Â
I shouldâve known the moment he taught us how to make those ârituals.â But those âritualsââthat he claimed to be so enlighteningâare nothing but unholy. Itâs like the worst version of the crucifixion of Jesus. A pentagram underneath them, he says it works best when itâs drawn out with their own blood. He kept telling us to not read the manuscripts. But they hold the truth. How had I not seen this coming? Itâs a sacrificial ritual to Hell. He was sending those innocent people to Hell just for the hell of it. I wish I could laugh at my own accidental pun but Iâve lost everything. Again. Iâve lost everything again.Â
I stole that amulet from him. I thought if I took it, he could no longer hurt anyone, but only Iâve grown with the same power he had. It wasnât bringing any of them back. It was draining our lives instead. It has dark magic inside of it, that was clear the moment I laid eyes on it. He always told me how it would make him a God. I have those same thoughts now, just like he did. I can feel it becoming me, and itâs locked away. Iâm scared if I die near it, Iâll be trapped inside of it, lost for eternity. I only wanted her back. Was I selfish? Was this all just my fault? Iâm to blame for this. I had that couple join us, too. Oh the children, what have I done?Â
I should have never met him. I should have never joined him.Â
I have to stop him.Â
Jungwonâs eyes were so wide, he thought they would never close. Mr Hwang was the one who had possessed Jay and made him kill all his friends. The dark magic inside the amulet trapped his ghost inside and corrupted him into an evil version of himself. He set the book down on the top of the dresser and headed over to the board again, starting to take it all down carefully, grabbing it all and throwing it onto the ground near Jakeâs feet. Jungwon turned back to the dresser and took out the photos and the letters, took it to the floor where the other stuff was and laid it all out, trying to connect the pieces and solve the puzzle. It took him a few minutes, but once he figured it out, he sat back and stared at all of it on the floor.Â
âMr Hwang lost his wife seven years ago so he joined a cult that believed that they could use resurrection and dark magic to bring their loved ones back, but it never worked. It only slowly started to kill them instead, and the rituals they did were sacrifices of innocent people so they could âget their loved ones backâ but then it only killed those people and sent them to Hell.â Jake twisted his face, confused at his words but he still followed, âFive years ago, Sunghoon and his family moved down the street of Mr Hwang, and his parents met him and grew close with him, where they were convinced to join the cult as well and because of some dark magic or something, butââ Jungwon raised his head a bit, âIt made them fall in love with each other.â
Jakeâs eyes widened, âSunghoon wasnât lying . . .â He never once did.
Jungwon shook his head, âThey couldnât get the dark magic to resurrect any of their lost loved ones, so Mr Hwang started to convince himself that the cult was draining their own lives to be able to resurrect the lives they lost. The board, all of itâhe made it so he could end the cult for good, so heâd have a plan. But then, he was killed for what he was trying to do, and for what he had taken,â
The other grunted, âWhat do you mean? What did he . . what did he take?â
Jungwon grabbed one of the photos and lifted it for Jake to see, âHe took this amulet, where the dark magic was trapped inside of.â
Jake gasps, though it hurts his chest, âOh god,â he goes, âOh god, oh god,â he repeats, clutching his chest like a heart attack.
âWhat? Jake?â Jungwon quickly asks, scooting over to Jake to make sure he was okay, âJake, what is it?â
Jake is shuddering, shaking like he was freezing, his eyes dancing as his hand twitches with soreness. âThat amulet you just showed me, you said it has that dark magic in it,â and as Jungwon nods, he starts to realize what Jake was about to say next, âJay was wearing it.â
 Jungwon felt his heart sink to his stomach. âWhat do we do?â He shivered, âFuckâWhat do we do, Jake?â It had just hit him then, that his best friend, his longest and dearest friend, had been possessed by a ghost with a vengeance. He killed four of their friends, stabbed another, and now itâs only he and Jake thatâs left. But even Jake may not make it. He was dying, even if he kept telling Jungwon he would be just fine. His time was running out. âThereâs a balcony we can escape on down the hall.â He looked over at Jake, âShould we go?â
âYeah,â Jake coughed as he nodded, starting to sit up from the wall, âWe should head up now, before he finds us.âÂ
Jungwon grabbed onto Jake carefully, helping him stand up. Jungwon had his arm wrapped around Jake as his arm was wrapped around Jungwonâs shoulders, walking towards the door which that slowly, and as quietly as humanly possible, opened and started to head down the hallway. Two doors down was the music room, a single black piano sat against the wall ahead of them as they walked through the door, a chair in the corner to their left, but there was nothing else in there. It was so empty, so spacious. A chill fell down Jungwonâs spine.
Jungwon helped Jake get settled against the wall adjacent to the front-wall where the door was. Jungwon walked over to the balcony, though the only way to it was through a large window. âOkay, we just need to get onto the balcony and weâll either climb down or maybe jump down? I donâtâ Weâll figure it out,â
âNo, you go and get help,â Jake scooted up the wall a bit, gasping as he did so, âYouâll get out of here. Youâll live,â a sudden change in tone, completely going against all he had been saying this entire time, earning a wide-eyed look from the other. âGo,âÂ
âWhat?â Jungwon went over to him, âNo, Iâm notâ Iâm not leaving you, Jake.â
Jake lifted the blood-soaked jacket from the wound, revealing the deep cut that the knife had left in his abdomen. It was still bleeding out, not slowing at all. âIâm dying, Jungwon. Iâm only going to slow you down.â
Jungwon shook his head, âNo, no, Iâm not leaving you. Stop being stupid,â
âIâm not being stupid. Iâm being realistic. I wonât be able to climb down or jump downâI wonât even make it through the next few minutes,â He coughs dryly, scared heâll cough up more blood as there was already some that had stained his lips a bit. âIâm not going to make it, Won.â
âDad? â No, Iâm here.â
Jake held the phone up to his ear, sitting beside his mother and brother in the airportâs departure-waiting room. It was the night before Jakeâs 9th birthday, his mother had booked a last minute flight for her and her two sons to go back to Korea. Jake was first born there in Seoul, though he and his older brother moved to Brisbane shortly after to live with his father, even though Jake was just a few months old. This was because his parents split up, though they were never married, and the court had (wrongfully) given his father full-custody. They called every week, at least three times, to keep in contact. There were plenty of times where Jake and his older brother both wished they lived with their mother instead. Their father wasnât a bad guy, but he wasnât a good dad either. He was always working and when he got home, he would just drink and fall asleep in front of the couch. Jakeâs older brother basically raised him up until that week before Jakeâs 9th birthday.
Just this past week, however, their mother had come to visit. It had been a long time, but she had been saving up her vacation days and all her money to stay for a whole week with her boys. She was definitely surprised to see how their very wealthy father was living. Jake and his brother went to elite schools, while living in a house that was the equivalent of a crack-house. She was appalled, dumbfounded if you will, but she decided right then and there that she was going to take her boys to a better home, even if that meant leaving their father behind.
Jake had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he was boarding a plane with his mom and brother without his father. All he knew was what his mother had said as she told them to pack their things and get ready to go. âI shouldâve never let them give him custody,â was what she had muttered under her breath as she packed her sonsâ clothes into bags. Jake was the only one who heard her, but it wasnât long until he would ask his older brother about it, who just told him to keep quiet.Â
âHey, where did you guys go?â He still sounded drunk, slurring his words with a still half-asleep voice. âI was gonna, I was gonna cook some dinner.âÂ
Jake gulped. âOh, uh, we went out to the store,â he tried to keep himself from crying, but he was so small, he couldnât control. âWeâll be back later.â
His mother slightly frowned, and his brother had already turned away. She rubbed her youngest sonâs back slowly, trying to comfort him as he spoke to his father.
âOh could you pick up someâwhat is it calledâthat cheese your brother likes so much?â
âParmesan?â
âYes, yes! Thatâs it!â He hears his father laugh on the other side of the phone. âCould you get me some of that for me, yeah?âÂ
Jake looked over at his mom, and tried not to start crying but his voice started to break and crack as he replied. âYeah. I can,â he nodded his head, âWeâll be home soon, Dad.â
âGood. Iâll be waiting. I love you, son.â
Jake stared down at his lap. âI love you, too, Dad.â And the call ended. He handed the phone back to his mother, and soon, it was time to board their plane. Jake felt awful that he lied to his father. They werenât coming back, and Jake knew that. He loved his dad, he really did, but maybe this was a good thing. Maybe it was a bad thing. He wasnât sure about any of it. But he did know one thing, that his 9th birthday was his best birthday yet. He had loads of cake and he had so many presents, and at the park that night, thatâs when he met Jay and Jungwon.Â
It never once dawned on him that that phone call he had with his father before they got onto the plane, was his last phone call with his dadâever. Now, he hadnât spoken to his father in almost a decade. According to social media, his dad eventually remarried and changed his entire lifestyle. He was now 8 years sober, married with a couple step-kids and kids of his own blood, living in a fancy house with his young(er) wife, completely forgetting about his first two children. He tried to not let it bother him when he found out, but his father had forgotten about him. He thought it was his fault, because he had lied to him before, but he figured he was probably too drunk to even realize that his two sons never came back. He didnât know. But whenever anyone asks where his dad was, he would always say âon another business tripâ because he thought if he told anyone the truth, heâd be seen differently because then, heâd be labeled with âdaddy issuesâ and he didnât want to be just a guy with daddy issues. He wanted to be his own person, even if his own best friend understood what he was going through, the one that always hid everything from everyone, the one whoâs dad was there but not really there at all at the same time. But life goes on, people make mistakes, and people change. Life goes on, even if itâs without you.
âNo, Iâm not leaving you,â Jungwon stated with a stern tone, âYou are going to live, I canâtââ Tears started to form, rolling down his face quickly, âI canât leave you, Jake. I canât lose you, too.â
Jake started to cry, but he didnât seem to realize it. His skin was so pale, and his hands started to tremble. âI never told Kara to not come. I invited her, remember? And she might be here soon. So get out of here and leave with her, just run and get help, or donât. Just run,â he rambled on, but he hitched his breath as he paused, âI know sheâll think I was brave, that I shouldâve lived but Iâve always been a coward. I never told her how I felt, how Iâve a-always felt about her,â he then grabbed his hand and held it tightly with both of his, âI wonât ask you to tell her that, I donât want to add to her pain, but please,â he shuddered, âwatch over her, will you? Sheâs really smart, but sheâs not so good with people. I just want her to be safe, you know?â His eyebrows creased, knitting together as its ends pointed upwards. Jungwon couldnât disagree with him. He didnât have the will to. This was what Jake wanted, what he needed to move on and leave this painful life behind. He knew that Jake wouldnât make it to the end, but he thought if they just hurried, Jake would live. But that was never going to happen.Â
Jungwon nodded his head, âIâll take care of her,â he started to sob, âNow, you go now, okay? Iâll be okay. You donât have to hurt anymore,â he brushed his hair out of his face, âItâs okay, Jake. You can go.â His voice trembled as he spoke.
Jake tried to smile, âTake care of yourself, Won.â
Jungwon sniffled, feeling as Jakeâs hands let go of his. He leaned down and started to cry again, his hands stained with his dead best friendâs blood. He couldnât believe it at all. All of his friends were dead, and Jay wasnât anything like himself. He had killed everyone, and now he was alone and he had to leave so he could protect himself and Kara and everyone else. But he couldnât move. He was frozen, stuck there as he sobbed over Jakeâs dead body, numb of all things flowing through his heart and mind. Everyone was dead.
âSo youâre the only one left, huh?â
Jungwon shook his head, âYou killed everyone.â He lifted his head, seeing Jay stand there in the doorway. âYou donât even care. You murdered them in cold blood, your brothers, your best friends and you donât feel any remorse. You donât feel anything at all.â
Jay scoffed, âTheyâre not my friends. And Iâm not Jay, but you already knew that, right?â He started to walk over, âThereâs something thatâs stopping me from slitting your throat right now, so Iâll give you a chance here,â he threw the knife away, it slid against the floor and hit the baseboard right under the window to the balcony. âI will let you fight me. I wonât use anything but my own bare hands, to make it fair. Weâll fight to the death, and whoever wins, will walk out of this house alive, whether it be you or me. But Iâll give you an advantage, too. If you manage,â he continues to explain, using his hands to express it, just like Jay used to do, âto grab the knife while we fight, then you can use it to try and kill me with it. But if I grab it, I can try to kill you with it, too. Ready?â
Jungwon stared at him, no emotion behind his eyes as he stood up, his hands still red and stained. âReady as Iâll ever be.â He raised his fists, and Jay charged at him, but Jungwon blocked the first punch, though he just slightly missed the second punch so he stumbled back a bit before dodging and swinging, punching Jay in his jaw. His face and arms were bruised a little, probably from earlier with the chair that he had thrown at him, but he couldnât help but hope that it really did hurt him. No one would ever judge him for thinking that way, but Jay was his best friend. This was all just too much, but inside he knew, Jay was still in there, somewhere.
âYouâre pathetic, yâknow that?â Jay chuckled darkly, pushing against Jungwon, âYou are just as weak as he is,â Mr Hwang? Oh, he didnât know who was speaking anymore. âYou are just as stupid as him, too.â
âLook at yourself, Mr Hwang,â Jungwon quickly retaliated, âYou joined a cult, trying to bring back your wife, but that cult was never going to help you do that at all. And when you finally realized it, you stole the amulet so you could try to resurrect her yourself. You tried to stop a cult that you knew could kill you in an instant, and for all youâve done, you will never be granted the chance to reunite with your wife now, right? For all the sins youâve committed just tonight alone,â Jungwon tightened his grip, âThat amulet did not make you a God, nor did it ever make you a better person, but instead, it made you just as weak as you claim that I am.â
He backed up and kicked Jay back, fixing his stance before he swung again but Jay caught his arm and twisted it, causing Jungwon to yell out. But Jungwon grabbed onto his other arm and pinched it, raising his boot to kick Jay in the knee. Out of his grasp, Jungwon ran for the knife, but he tripped when he felt a hand grab onto his ankle, pulling him back. But Jungwon fought back, kicked him as he continued to reach for the knife. But Jay climbed over him and grabbed it first, about to stab the other before Jungwon grabbed onto Jayâs wrist with both hands, pushing him back as Jay sat on Jungwonâs stomach, pushing the knife down against Jungwonâs grip. The knife made it to the edge of his skin, drawing blood and cutting into him just ever so slightly before Jungwon did the last thing he could do, his last chance at living, at surviving all of thisâhis last chance at saving Jay.Â
âItâs over,â Jayâor Mr Hwangâsaid roughly, âYouâve lost.â
Jungwon did not believe that at all. Because he hadnât lost, at least not yet. He had a plan that could either kill him or save him, so he took a deep breath and spoke with his heart.
âCould you live without me?â
Jay suddenly stopped, his hands shaking as he stayed in place, furrowing his eyebrows. âWhat?â The knife lifted a little, just over the small cut.
Jungwon took in a deep breath, âI told you I wouldnât want to live without you, but could you? Could you live without me? Would youââ Jungwon sniffled, tears starting to form again in the corners of his eyes. âWould you want to?â
The older did not mutter a word, but the crimson in his eyes had started to fade. Jungwon was winning, he knew that then. Jay was phasing out of the possession, he was getting his control back. One final thing could either save them both or lead to his death. Jungwon knew what to do. So his grip tightened, the knife just barely hovering over his chest as he spoke.
âItâs not your fault, Jay.â
Jungwonâs only ever seen Jay cry once. It was a long time ago, when they were about eight and nine. Jungwon had stayed the night, like he did every weekend, and Jay was showing him this new game his parents had bought him at the store the day before. The two boys sat on the floor of Jayâs bedroom, playing with Jayâs new game on his Playstation 2. It was pretty old, but it still worked. It was his fatherâs, and though they had enough money for just about a thousand Playstation 3âs, Jay never asked for a new one. He didnât really want one.Â
That night, sometime around 9, Jungwon had fallen asleep in his sleeping bag on the floor. Jay fell asleep shortly after, in his bed right beside him. It wasnât until about 2 in the morning when Jungwon woke up to a distant slam of a door. His eyes shot open, like a trigger, then he sat up, confused and half-awake. He rubbed his eyes, but could only see the orange outline around the closed door, the hallway light was on. He reached above and switched the lamp on, before stretching and groaning. He stood up to go to the bathroom, but just as he turned to check on Jay, he saw that his bed was empty. The blanket was thrown around and the bed was still dented in from where Jay had been sleeping. His confusion started to grow, but so did his fear. Hesitantly, Jungwon headed for the door and opened it slowly, trying to make sure it didnât creak or make any loud noise. He stepped into the hallway, his socks protecting him from the cold hard-wood floor beneath him, yet he still shuddered. The house was so cold, but it was the beginning of February.Â
Jungwon walked down the steps, which felt so much longer now. Muffled voices from the kitchen behind a closed door, but his heart was beating louder in his chest, he swore it. When he approached the door, he stood there, not knowing if he should step in or not. This wasnât his house, it wasnât his right to intrude. That was, well, until he heard a familiar voiceâJay.
He opened the door a bit, seeing his friend just in front of the same door, staring at his parents who stood behind the kitchen island. His head poked into the room, slowly squeezing into the room, standing behind Jayâwho hadnât even noticed him yet.Â
âYou donât get to berate me in front of our child in the middle of the night and think everythingâs going to be just fine, Robert.â Mrs. Park remarked at her husband, pointing her index finger into his chest. Her eyebrows were in a thin line, Jungwon had never seen her this serious before. Mr. Park was always the serious one, the one that always ruined the fun or told Jay not to act a certain way, while Mrs. Park loved everything about her son and cared for his happiness and safety, not like Mr. Park ever did. Mrs. Park was a stay-at-home mom, although she only had one child (though she always treated Jungwon like a second son), while Mr. Park was always at work. He was rarely ever home, and when he was, he spent it in his office, working. He had never been there for his son, nor his wife. Jay had a father, never a dad.Â
Mr. Park scoffed at her words, âBerate you? I have neverâin my lifeâberated you. You are the one shouting at me all because I came home late,â but he stunk of booze, sweat beamed off his forehead and dripped down his face, and there was a good chance it was just alcohol.Â
âYou smell like youâve lived in a bar for weeks, which you basically have because you spend every night there now,â said Mrs. Park, âYou are never home. I have raised Jay all by myself, yet you donât give a damn at all about your own son.â
âDo not turn this on me, Mary.â His voice was stern, controlling, it sent shivers down Jungwonâs spine, but Jay didnât even flinch. âYou drink your wine like itâs water, but the moment I drink a little, you go batshit crazyââ
âA little? You have gone to that bar every night for the last months, Robert. And you think I donât know what youâve been doing, but Iâve known for a long time,â she stepped towards him, âHow dare you ever speak to me that way when you have been sleeping with your assistant for monthsââ
Slap.
The room went quiet. Mr. Park took a step back, realizing what he had done but she had already turned away and saw Jungwon standing there, too. She didnât walk away, but she stopped there at the end of the island, closer to them now. She shook her head, her cheek turning red, but her tears fell down her face, staining them. âPack your shit. Youâre leaving.â
Soon, Jungwon and Jay were back upstairs, but this time, they were in his parentsâ room. But he only called it his momâs room when Jungwon asked where they were going. Most of Mr. Parkâs stuff wasnât even in the bedroom, and the stuff that was, Mrs. Park had come in and got it. She took it all downstairs before returning to the bedroom to tuck the boys in.Â
âWhere will you sleep, Mommy?â Jayâs little voice was so high, but he wasnât a baby anymore. He only called her mommy when he was scared. She gave him a soft but saddened smile and leaned over to kiss his forehead.Â
âDonât you worry about that. Iâll just be downstairs,â and she leaned over and kissed Jungwonâs forehead again, âGet him to sleep, will you? He only ever listens to you,â she tells the other boy. Jungwon giggles and nods his head, though Jay tossed and turned, grumbling. She tucks them in and smiles, âGoodnight, boys. Iâll make a big breakfast in the morning,â and she rose from the bed and left the bedroom. Her cheek was still red, but she seemed so calm.
Jay didnât say anything for a while. Jungwon thought he was asleep for a bit until Jay suddenly turned over on his side and faced him, startling him. âAre you okay?â
Jungwon stared at him. âShouldnât I be asking you that?â
âN-No,âÂ
âJay, you heard what they were saying. You were there. I was, too.â
âSo what? Theyâre just divorcing,â Jay replied nonchalantly, even for a kid, it sounded so weird coming from him, âItâs not like heâs around anyways.â There was this small break in his voice when he said that, revealing to Jungwon that he was sad, but he just wouldnât let himself feel that way.
âStop doing that,âÂ
âStop doing what?â
Jungwon didnât look at him. He turned onto his back, his hands on his stomach, staring up at the ceiling fan. âStop pushing your feelings down, like you donât deserve to feel things. Stop doing that.â
But Jay looked at him. âOkay.â
He laid on his back as well. His elbow gently grazed Jungwonâs, but it was only Jungwon who noticed, yet he didnât give the other boy a glance. He knew if he did, Jay would leave. But he turned his head when he heard a light sniffle coming from the older, seeing that he was crying. Jay was crying, the tears dripping off his cheek, wetting the white pillow cases. He had never seen Jay cry before. Never. Crying was never something Jay ever did, not even when they were way little. His mother always told him that Jay rarely cried as a baby, not a surprise he would always repress his emotions, but Jungwon always cried. Jungwon was a crybaby, heâd admit to that, not that that ever pushed Jay away, but anyone could tell you that Jay Park never cried.Â
Jungwon didnât say anything, itâd only make things worse. But with one single, slow motion, Jungwon turned over and faced Jay and when he noticed this, he almost immediately moved over and hugged Jungwon. Uncontrollably sobbing into his best friendâs shoulder, covering his t-shirt with tears and possibly snot, but Jungwon didnât mind.Â
He didnât mind at all.
Jay took the knife and pulled it away from Jungwon. He reached under his shirt and yanked the amulet off of him, breaking the chain and tossing it away. Jungwon was frozen, but Jay stood up off of him. Jungwon sat up, watching Jay stumble back, almost tripping over himself as he stared forward, blankly. The knife was in his hand, and he looked up at Jungwon, his eyes wide and his skin as pale as a ghost.Â
âHe wanted me to kill everyone for trespassing,â Jay started to say, âbut he wanted you to escape, so you could live with the pain for the rest of your life like he had done until the cult killed him for trying to stop them. He was just as bad as them, but I didnât wantâ I didnât want to kill them, I didnât want to do this, any of it, Iâ I killed our best friends, Jungwon. I killed everyone, I canâtâ What the fuck did I do?â He raised the knife, âWhat have I done?â
âJay, Jay,â Jungwon stood up, âListen to me, okay?â He started to say, but he kept his distance still, âYou didnât do this. It was Mr Hwang, okay? I donât understand it, but youâre okay. Please put the knife down, please, you didnât do a thingââ
âI killed them, Jungwon!â He shouts, cutting Jungwon off, âI killed all of them. I hung Sunoo up on a wall, I cut open Heeseungâs stomach, I stabbed Sunghoon, Niki, and Jakeâ And then I almost killed you! Iâm a murderer, Won! I killed five fucking people tonight, all of which were our best friends, and now weâre the only people left. This isnât right, Iâm not okay, Iâm not right in the head.â
âJay, please, it wasnât you, it was Mr Hwang! You didnât kill them, he did!â
âBut this is all my fault, it still is!â Jay exclaimed, throwing his hands around, âI let them push you to have this stupid party in the first place. If we never had this party, weâd all still be alive, I wouldnât have gotten possessed and killed all of our friends, you wonât have lost all of us in just one night.â
Jungwon stepped back, âAll of us . . . ?â
Jay took the knife and pointed it to his chest, âIâm sorry, Won. I hope you find peace one day,â and with a quick motion, he stabbed himself with the knife.Â
Jungwon screams, running towards him as Jay falls to the ground. âNo, no, no, no, no Jay please, you canât do this, no,â Jungwon lifted him off the floor and into his lap, âPlease, Jay, you canât die on me. I canât lose you, too.â Jungwon cried out hoarsely, âI canât lose you. Not you, please.â
Jay choked on the blood filling his throat and his lungs, âItâs not your fault either,â he whispered, âIt was never your fault, and it never will be. Iâll be okay. You go, and take care of yourself. Iâll be with the others. Iâll be okay, Won.â
Jungwon shook his head, âNo, Jay, please,â he cried softly to the other, holding him as he brushed his hair out of his face, crying like a baby. âI canât lose you, too, Jay. Please. Iâve lost everyone tonight. I canât lose you. I canât live without you.â
There, he said it. He had been dancing around it for years. He told him before that he wouldnât want to live without the other, but in truth, it was that he couldnât. But that wasnât a surprise to Jay at all. Because he had always felt that way about Jungwon.
Jay started to smile, blood still pouring out of the cut, dripping from his mouth. âYou have always been my person, Yang Jungwon. You have never shown me nothing but kindness. You have loved me and cared for me more than you have ever given any to yourself. You are nothing less of my own role model, my muse, my reason to be better. You are the wind that blows at sunrise, the winds that lead me home. You,â he lifted his hand to Jungwonâs face, his thumb brushing against his cheek, wiping a single tear away amongst the tons falling down his face, âYou are everything, even if I am nothing.âÂ
Jungwon sniffled, leaning into Jayâs hand as he raised his own and pressed it against his. âIâll meet you again, Jay. Iâll be there soon.â
His smile started to fade, his eyebrows relaxing as he spoke with his last breath. âI will meet you in every life if I have to,â and there, his body had gone limp, and his heart had stopped beating. Jungwon felt the otherâs hand relax against his hand, his face, and more tears started to stream down his face like waterfalls. He cried out, throwing his head back, still holding Jayâs lifeless body in his arms ever so tightly. He didnât want to let go. Ever.
It was the day after that one night he spent with Jay, the night his parents split up in the middle of the night, the first time Jungwon had ever seen Jay cry. Though, Jungwon didnât want to go home just yet. He worried about Jay so much. Jayâs father hadnât even come back by the time Jungwon left the next night, which only grew his worries. But Mrs Park drove him home with Jay sitting beside him in the back seat, talking with him all about the new video games that are coming out soon. He wanted to stay another night, but he promised he would be home that night because his mom wanted to take him shopping in the morning. It was a special occasion.Â
It wasnât long until they arrived at Jungwonâs house, but Mrs Park had said something aloud that caught the boysâ attention, she had cursed in front of them, whispering a âWhat the fuck?â to herself, not realizing the boys had heard her at all as her eyes were almost glued to Jungwonâs house and the wide open front door.Â
âDid your father get home late again?â She turned back to look at Jungwon once she had parked in front of the house. âThe doorâs wide open,â
Jungwon shrugged. âMaybe he just got home and left the door open.â He stepped out of the car and grabbed his backpack, bowing to Mrs Park and waving at Jay before he headed inside the house. It was really quiet, not even the TV was on. âMom? Dad?â It was silent, not even an echo or maybe even a thump or a stompâit was just pure silence. His little eyebrows furrowed as he walked through the living room, the kitchen, then down the hall. The bathroom light was on, piercing through the cracks and shining just a little into the hallway. There, at the end of the hall, was his parentsâ bedroom. The door was shut, but it wasnât locked. He hesitated but he grabbed onto the doorknob and twisted, pushing the door open.Â
His mother lays on the floor, what he thought was puke stuck to her lips and cheek, dripping off her face and onto the floor beside her. Her eyes were wide, but she was still, like a statue. Her chest did not raise with a single breath. On the bed, his father had laid back on it, his legs off the bed. He ran to him, shaking him, âDad! Dad!â He called out to him, but when he looked closer, he saw the blood, and how it stained the quilt his grandmother had gifted them for Christmas last year. His eyes were wide, too, and he, too, did not move at all. But his were still shiny, like it wasnât that long ago when he had done this. There was still life in his eyes, fading quickly, but if he had just gotten there a few minutes before, then maybe he would still have a mother and father. Did I do this? Of course not, but he was so young, and he had just walked into the deaths of both parents, one overdosed and the other shot himself. But he didnât know that. He was so young, so innocent. All he knew was that they were gone.Â
He started to cry, then he started to scream, which was when Mrs Park ran into the house, leaving Jay behind in the car. She grabbed Jungwon and picked him up, taking him out of the house as he screeched for his parents. She held him close, trying to keep him from going back inside as she lowered to the ground. âJungwon, Jungwonââ But he didnât listen to her. He just kept screaming and crying out for them.Â
The police arrived not even five minutes later. They questioned Mrs Park for a while, but there wasnât much to even ask. It was pretty clear what had happened. His father had planned it all. He drugged his wife and let her overdose and once she had passed, he shot himself. It was a murder-suicide. Jungwon never knew why his father would do such a thing, nor did he ever ask Mrs Park if she knew anything. After all, Mr Park and Jungwonâs dad were best friends.Â
When they carried their bodies out in body bags, Jay told Jungwon to look at him instead. He thought it was the least he could do, to help Jungwon through this. This night was going to bond them together forever, even if it was a traumatic one. Jayâs parents were divorcing, and Jungwonâs parents were dead. But Jay felt that it was his duty to protect Jungwon from now on, to take care of him and keep him safe. Jungwon was his best friend, his person, and as he lost everything that night, the least he could do was protect him, even if itâs for the rest of their lives, for the rest of eternity. Jungwon meant everything to Jay, even if he never knew how to show it.
âDonât look,â he whispered to Jungwon, âJust look at me,â he tried to give him a sympathetic smile, but Jungwon just looked down at the grass they sat on. âIâm sorry. Are you okay? Are you feeling any better?â Jungwon just shook his head. âMaâ said your grandmaâs on the way here. Are you going with her?â
Jungwon nodded, âProbably,â he looked up a little, âDo you want me to stay with you?â
Jay held Jungwonâs hand tighter, âThatâs up to you,â he said, âyou can if you want to. You know my maâ loves you more than she loves me,âÂ
âThatâs not true,â Jungwon playfully pushes Jay.
âYes it is,â Jay replied, âShe always asks when youâre coming over. Youâre like another son to her,â and he lowered his head. Jungwon frowned, remembering it, too. A couple years before, Mrs Park had gotten pregnant again but she lost it during her second trimester. It really hurt her, and Jay always wanted a sibling. It just wasnât in their favor.
âIâll stay with my grandma tonight,â Jungwon said, âbut Iâll stay with you tomorrow night. Is that okay?â He fiddled with his hands a little, starting to feel uneasy again.
Jay nodded, âIâll ask Maâ if we can stay up tomorrow. Itâs a special day,â he smiled so brightly at Jungwon, everything disappeared around them. The cops, the talks about his dead parents, all of it faded out when Jay smiled at him then. Jay looked at his little TMNT watch and smiled even more, âActually, itâs past midnight.â
Jungwon tried to smile, but his lips wouldnât curve, they just tilted downwards and he felt the sting in his nose like he was about to cry. He had lost his parents that night, drowning with guilt of something he didnât do. He knew what day it was now, and heâd never forget it.Â
He had turned nine.
There was a moment then, Jungwon saw the same look in Jayâs eyes as he did in his fatherâs years ago. He felt the same stillness in his body as he did that night, too. This was too real, a flashback gone wrong. He wished this wasnât real at all, he wished this was just an awful nightmare that shouldâve been over a long time ago. All of his friends were dead, their bodies spread throughout the property. Sunoo, Heeseung, Sunghoon, Niki, Jake, Jay. He was the only one left. What was he supposed to do now? If he left that night, he would either be framed for their deaths, or be called a victim and sent to the nearest insane asylumâwhich was just as bad as being framed because either way, heâd be a prisoner. He didnât want to live like that. He didnât want to live with the constant reminder that his best friends were dead. He was alone again, left behind, holding the lifeless body of his oldest friend. Sunoo always inspired Jungwon, Heeseung would encourage him to be the best version of himself, Sunghoon would help him with self-doubt and self-esteem, Niki would listen to him vent and be someone who can actually relate to some parts of his life the others could never understand, Jake always made him feel included and never forgotten about, and Jay was his person. And he lost them. He lost every single one of them that night in the span of an hour and a half. He had to make a choice. He could either leave or stay. Live or die.Â
He leaned his head back again, looking up at the ceiling, cursing at the universe for all he had lost that day when a single drop of blood fell onto his cheek when his head was still back. He slowly leaned forward, laying Jay down onto the floor carefully so he could stand up and look at where the drop of blood had fallen from. Then, from the ceilings and the edges between the ceilings and the walls, blood started to pour into the room like a normal day in Seattle. It was raining blood, covering Jungwon in it. It stained the walls, the floors, the chair, the piano, it covered Jake and Jayâs bodies, too. He did not know whose blood it was, and a part of him didnât want to find out. He didnât care for any of it anymore. He had lost everything.Â
He had made his choice.
A white dress with long, see-through sleeves and a gentle bow tied on the chestâthat was the dress Kara decided to wear to the party that night. She had gotten home from work about 9, finished getting ready by 9:45 and then drove to the address Jake had given her. She had a necklace hanging around her neck, white chain with a pearl at its end, white converse on her feet because she never liked the way heels felt around her feet. Her hair was down, some tied back with a clip. She was excited for the party, excited to see the boy she had been crushing on for years, hoping things will finally work out in her favor, hoping he felt the same as she did.
When she finally pulled up to the address, she parked beside Jakeâs. She could recognize it before she could recognize anyone elseâs. She almost didnât realize that the only cars there were Jake and his friendsâ cars. Was the party over? Or had it not even started yet? But past the brick wall, along the tall bushes as she walked on the concrete pavement just outside the gate. But the gate was already open, she expected an estate like this would have a password you would have to say into an intercom for the gate to open. She was nerdy like that, the perfect girl for a guy like Jake. The perfect girl for Jake.
But the concrete led to an empty yard, but no house. There was no house at all. It was just a huge yard covered in roses and lilies and the other flowers she couldnât remember the names of. She first wondered if this was all a prank, that he didnât like her at all. But then, when she stepped closer, she saw something glisten from the moonlight above her. She knelt down and picked the item up, seeing it was only a necklace. An amulet, a ruby embroidered with silver.Â
The foundation was the first to collapse, cracking the blood stained walls and shattering all the windows. The roof came next, falling through each floor until the ground floor, shaking up the house so badly that the walls started to weaken and fall with it. Soon, the house collapsed in on itself, burying itself into the ground underneath it. The garden began to spread, roses and lilies appearing over the grounds that once kept a house there. The house was gone, wiped from existence, buried with its memories, its sins, and the bodies inside of it. Jungwon did not leave that night. He may never leave, his fate becoming the same as his friendsâ who he all lost. He stood there in that red stained room, covered in blood that wasnât his, knowing he was going to die. He didnât mind, however. It was fate. He was going to die. Heâs known that from the beginning. But even that did not scare him. Because at the end of it all, Jungwon was okay with dying. He was okay with never waking up from this nightmare, leaving behind everything he once loved, losing the people he cared for most, his future, his academics, his family. It was okay. He was okay. Even as the blood continued to drip down his face, crushed under all the debris, his last breaths were short but his words were shorter. âI think itâs strange you never knew,â it was a lyric from that song Jay loved so dearly. Even as he was dying, he thought of Jay, even as heâs suffocating, as his heart is slowing, as his lungs are filling with blood, Jungwon didnât care. He knew it was okay. There, he took his last breath before becoming only a memory. There, Yang Jungwon died amongst his best friends, forgiven for his mistakes, remembered for his life, and alive in his memories. There, he will live forever with the people who loved him for him, who became his family, the only people he ever needed. There, he died smiling in his last breath.
fin.
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