stockholm syndrome. ʚ SEUNGSEOK [ON HOLD]

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"One more year until I graduate and escape Dongpyo." Wooseok smiled.

"Don't be rude! I know you wouldn't survive without me." They both laugh at each other.

It had been a month since the party happened, nothing really came up after that. It was just days of studying, going out and dongpyo asking Wooseok to have a sleepover.

He felt like everything bad had went past him already, from the start when he was always feeling the worst to where he is now being the best he could ever be.

Little did he knew everything would go so wrong in such little time.

it was the end of the school day and wooseok was coming out from the library to go home.

He was alone walking on the streets with his earphones in his ears.

Wooseok couldn't help but feel a déjà vu moment when walking on this path, the days when he couldn't face himself.

He was glad to finally be around people who loved him the most.

Wooseok sat down at the bus stop, waiting for the next bus to arrive so he could get home.

A felt another person's presence next to him, it was a man who was wearing a black hoodie. He couldn't see his face at all.

He didn't do anything about it though, it was just a normal person waiting for the same thing as him.

The bus eventually arrived, he got up and went inside to sit down at a seat. Wooseok couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the man who decided to sit in front of him when there was multiple seats open.

He didn't think much of it though.

He sat there listening to his music and looking out into the window seeing the sun set.

LAST STOP, TIME TO GET OFF.

Wooseok heard the driver shout, there weren't many people on the bus.

He got off the bus and began walking the way to his house, it was a bit far but not so much he couldn't take it.

Wooseok heard the subtle footsteps behind him, he began to speed up his pace. He heard the footsteps speed up faster too.

It was at this point he was running, running anywhere he could.

He ran into an alleyway hiding behind a large container filled with trash. Wooseok shivered in fright.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, then faded away after a few minutes.

Wooseok sighed to himself calmly, getting out of the piles of boxes and bags slowly.

He had thought it was fine, the man was gone and he could go back home.

A hand grabbed his mouth, shutting it tightly before inserting a painful syringe in his neck.

Wooseok struggled to release the grip, the light in his eyes soon became dark and he could no longer move his body.

His body was lifeless.

"I finally have you in my hands." As he strokes the fallen boy, laughing maniacally.