Doodlebug | Beomjun, yeongyu |

Chapter no.15

The police, under mounting public pressure, decided to launch a full-scale investigation into the recent incidents. While they remained unconvinced about the theory of a serial killer targeting students alphabetically, they couldn't ignore the disturbing pattern of deaths and the chilling note that seemed to corroborate the students' suspicions.

The school, however, was not spared from the consequences. The principal, caught in a web of lies and deceit, was suspended and an investigation was launched into his role in the cover-up. The school's reputation was tarnished, a stain that would take years to erase.

Meanwhile, the students, still reeling from the recent events, found themselves caught in a web of suspicion. The police had compiled a list of everyone who had been present on campus since Zico's disappearance. Every student, every teacher, every staff member – all were potential suspects. The once-familiar faces of their classmates now held a hint of unease, a silent accusation that hung heavy in the air.

Meanwhile, the students, their lives thrown into disarray, were forced to return to their dorms. The once-familiar halls now felt like a prison, each corner a potential hiding place for the killer. 

Beomgyu and Taehyun sat in silence,in their own dormroom. The weight of the investigation, the fear of the unknown, pressed down on them like a tangible force.

Suddenly, Taehyun's voice broke through the oppressive silence. "Hey, Beomgyu," he said, his tone hushed. "Remember when you and yeonjun found Zico?"

Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat. He nodded, his mind flashing back to that unfateful day. The horror, the fear, the shock – it all seemed like a distant memory now, a surreal dream.

"Do you think you guys maybe missed something?" Taehyun continued, his voice barely a whisper. "Maybe there was a note, a clue, something you overlooked?"

Beomgyu's breath caught in his throat. His mind raced, searching for any forgotten detail, any overlooked clue. He remembered the scene vividly – the chaos, the panic, the overwhelming sense of loss. But had they missed something? Could a crucial piece of evidence have slipped through their fingers?

"Maybe," Beomgyu whispered, his voice filled with a mix of regret and dread. "Maybe we messed up." Beomgyu's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text from Yeonjun: "Are you okay?"

Beomgyu paused for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Yeonjun was worried about him. He sent a quick reply: "Yeah, but  we have to talk"

As if on cue, there was a knock on their dorm room door soon after. Yeonjun, having sought permission from the dorm inspector for a quick visit, slipped inside. The tension in the room was palpable as Beomgyu and Taehyun shared a worried glance.

"What's going on?" Yeonjun asked, his voice filled with concern.

"We might have messed up," Beomgyu confessed, his voice filled with regret. "Maybe there was a clue, something we missed when we... you know... buried him."

Yeonjun's expression softened. He reached out and gently squeezed Beomgyu's shoulder. "relax," he said, his voice soothing. "We'll... i don't think so, atleast i dont want to see this as a possibility" He paused, his gaze intense. "But we need to be careful. We can't let anyone know about this. Not ever."

Beomgyu nodded, his heart heavy with worry. He knew Yeonjun was right. They had to be cautious, to tread carefully in this dangerous game.

Yeonjun leaned in, his voice barely audible. "We might need to revisit the spot where we buried him, but we have to do it discreetly. Maybe there's something there, a clue, something we missed."

Beomgyu's eyes widened in horror. "But that's risky. We could get caught. There are alot of new cameras installed you know"

Yeonjun nodded, his expression grim. "I know. But the alternative is worse. We can't just sit back and let the killer get away with it."

The idea filled Beomgyu with a mix of dread and determination. Returning to the scene of the crime, reliving the horror of that day, was the last thing he wanted to do. But he knew it was necessary.

Yeonjun reached out and gently squeezed Beomgyu's cheeks, a small smile playing on his lips. "Now, let's get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us."

With that, Yeonjun turned to leave, his footsteps fading into the darkness. Beomgyu was left alone with his thoughts, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. But as he drifted off to sleep, he found comfort in the knowledge that he wasn't alone. Yeonjun was there, always ready to protect him, to guide him, and to help him find the truth.

A week passed, a blur of anxious days and sleepless nights. The initial shock of Zico's death and the discovery of the cryptic notes and endless deaths had slowly faded, replaced by a sense of resigned acceptance. They knew they had to act, but fear held them back. The risk of getting caught was too high.

Despite the mounting pressure, there was one unexpected silver lining: the blossoming of a beautiful friendship between Beomgyu and Yeonjun. Their shared trauma had forged an unbreakable bond, and their connection deepened with each passing day.

One evening, as they sat on the rooftop, the city lights twinkling below, a comfortable silence settled between them. The cool night air, the soft glow of the moon, and the gentle hum of the city created an atmosphere of tranquility.

"You know," Yeonjun began, his voice barely a whisper, "I'm glad we're friends."

Beomgyu smiled, his heart warming at Yeonjun's words. "Me too," he replied.

A comfortable silence fell between them. Then, Yeonjun leaned forward, his eyes locking with Beomgyu's. "Actually," he began, his voice barely audible, "I'm more than glad."

Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat. He felt a surge of warmth as Yeonjun's hand reached out and gently brushed against his own. Their fingers intertwined, a silent promise of a bond that was more than just friendship.

"I'm really glad," Yeonjun repeated, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm glad I met you."

For a moment, they simply sat there, their hands clasped together. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. The tension, the fear, the uncertainty – all of it seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

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FROM THE GUILTY AUTHOR:

It's not my fault ya'll life is getting so busyyy busyyyy. I'm realy sorrry for making you guys wait for so long but there was nothing i could do, anyways thankyou for you patience and loyalty, i'll try to be as regular s i can but there's one thing for sure, i'm not abandoning this so don't worry.