36. DOWN WITH THE FLAG

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DOWNTOWN

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DOWNTOWN.
chapter thirty-six | down with the flag.

"Ji, let me in," I exhaled into the hot blanket, eyes weakening at every soft knock

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"Ji, let me in," I exhaled into the hot blanket, eyes weakening at every soft knock.

The burning flames. A car turned over in pouring gasoline and the sounds of tires popping from exhaustion. His body had disappeared into the night–unseen by anyone ever again.

"Ji," I heard him knock again, groaning silently. "Please, can you open the door? You haven't had any proper food in days! It's been four fucking days, and–" He paused, one hard knock ending his demands. "God, sorry. I shouldn't be cursing at you. I'm sorry, Ji, just... Please, open the door."

He's been at it for four days.

But my head simply can't wrap around what happened, and what I did. What we did. We didn't need a diagnosis, didn't need an ambulance to come save him. By the time we had gone back to the isolated road where everyone was waiting, nobody could magically bring him back. I knew he had left our lives, just like the ones before.

And I knew everyone was hurting. Bad.

I can't be selfish.

So, I slumbered to the door, unlocking it. It wasn't long until Donghyuck noticed, gently letting himself in. He left the plate of food on my desk, grabbing my face. "Look at you. You look so pale."

I gently removed his hands from my face, taking a seat on my bed. "If you're going to pick over me not eating, get out," I haven't heard my voice this weak before. He furrowed his eyebrows together, clearly concerned. "I really can't do it anymore, Donghyuck. Really."

"What do you mean?"

"We murdered somebody, Donghyuck!" I exclaimed, hands flailing. He was appalled at my words, taking a step back. "Jisung's dead. Until when will it end?"

"We– gosh, Ji, we didn't kill him! None of it was our fault!" I shook my head violently, sniffling at every exhale coming from his mouth. "Ji, we could've gotten ourselves killed if we got any closer to the explosion. Aren't you glad we saved Yeosang? Chaeyoung?!"

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