𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝙅𝙅𝙆

➷ Chapter Three ➹

Gradually and with action, I took off my mask, momentarily, allowing my grim face to come into view, serving as an adequate identification!

An honest smile instantly took place at her complexion switching with the grimace that held, briefly, "Oh, hello, Mr. Jeon. You can find your Mom in her office,"

Ignoring back the response, scampering my way to the inside when my darts ultimately landed upon the locked fresh white door, embellished with a nameplate reading, Dr. Jeon Andriette.

Seems like, Mom must be dealing with a patient!

I fished my phone outta my pocket, intending to make a call as Shortie Jiminie appeared to be flashing through the screen.

On accepting it, I blurted out, promptly, "Hyung, Mom's still occupied. Guess we gotta hang around, a little longer,"

"I'll stay here, no worries. And you didn't remove your mask, did you?" He sounded a bit concerned as he spoke, sternly.

"Jeez, I'm barely five minutes away from you,"

"Just answer what you're asked!"

I rolled my eyes, "Aish - I didn't. I can even share a snapshot with you,"

"Alright, I'm gonna Skype you, right away, then,"

Got me aggravated, "Jiminie, for real!?"

Laughing back lightly in reaction, he stated before ending the call --

"I trust you, Kook,"

The door audibly squeaked being unlocked, viewing the unfamiliar existence of the two teens, who seemed to be around my age or perhaps, older than me. I presumed them to be the patients of my Mom.

Out of the blue, a strange kind of hurdle erupted throughout the corridor of the hospital, as a few police officers rushed in. As I was keen to get away from here, once finding my unoccupied Mom, my wandering gazes shortly fell upon the sight of a sort of fawn-ragged overcoat, making its way from the freakish man's dull-drunken and intoxicated eyes to the scarlet-fleck on the left of his cheek.

The police officers were spotted to be engaged in grasping the man in a stronghold, appearing to be somewhat loony and scary, as if he resembled a mendicant.

As they were approaching me, the outlandish man caught my presence and consequently, I began skimming everywhere but him, the next moment, I knew, I felt a hand clutching my shirt, until he made it to pull out my collar, before I even could muster a slightest of reaction, even a mere bit!

Shook me like a leaf.

"Young boy, save me! They're gonna lock me up! Tell them, I'm not crazy!" He stuck out his tongue, abnormally as of some puppy, reaching out to hold my wrist, "Tell them!"

A heightened sense of impending doom blazed through my veins, a rush of anxiety peeking at my visions as my heart picked a pace, its swiftness, palpitating against my chest. Likewise, a sickening feeling erupted in my stomach causing my hands to tremble, slightly upon encountering the perceived emotional response of the threat.

"Get off me!" I shrieked averting the quivering of my voice amid the dread that overwhelmed my cheeks, running to my wide visions.

The two of the police officers forcefully succeeded in distancing his body by driving a wedge between us, as that freak's continuous hideous stare never left my presence. I gaped at my numb unrestricted hands, trying to process the recent scenario. 

Surprisingly, my racing thoughts took an ultimate edge to alleviate down, barely spotting the familiar figure.

Yet the image flashing of that eccentric appearance pulsated the fear clinging to me like a suffocating cloak.

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