The scraping stopped.
For a moment, Beomgyu's pulse thundered so loud it drowned out everything else.
Then—
Crack.
His breath hitched violently.
It was faint but unmistakable, the delicate, high-pitched sound of glass under pressure.
Crack.
The knife. The figure. They were pressing harder now. Too hard. Tiny fractures were forming where the blade's point dug into the pane.
His vision blurred as tears stung his eyes. His chest felt like it was collapsing inward, his lungs too tight to draw air.
"They're coming in. Oh God. They're going to break through—"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound tore through the suffocating silence, sharp but steady.
Not frantic.
Not mocking.
Calm.
But with an edge of concern.
"Beomgyu." Muffled, but deep....
"Open up. It's me."
Beomgyu's whole body shuddered. His back pressed harder into the wall as his wide eyes darted between the door and the curtained window.
Behind the fabric, the faint outline of the hand holding the knife remained still, it had stopped pushing forward when the person at the door knocked.
The voice came again, a little firmer this time.
"Beomgyu. It's okay. It's me."
His grip tightened around his phone, slick with sweat. His thumb hovered over Yeonjun's name in his call history.
"It sounds like him. But—
What if it's not? What if it's them?"
The figure at the window didn't move. But the faintest creak of wood outside his apartment made his chest seize again.
"Two people? One? How many—"
Another knock.
"Beomgyu."
This time, softer. Urgent.
"You have to let me in."
The voice came again, softer this time.
"Beomgyu. It's okay. I'm here now."
His chest heaved, lungs burning from shallow, panicked breaths. His nails dug crescents into his palms where they clutched his phone.
"It sounds like him. It has to be him...right?"
But his eyes flicked to the window, where the faint silhouette of a hand holding the knife still lingered against the curtain. Perfectly still. Too still.
"Beomgyu."
His name again, this time with a note of urgency.
"You have to let me in. Please."
His legs felt like lead, but somehow he managed to take a single step toward the door.
"If it's Yeonjun...If it's not—"
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''~°.HIDE AND SEEK.°~'' | YEONGYU
FanfictionHighest rankings - #1 in Beomjun #8 in murderer #13 in Yeongyu #4 in Beomgyu When Beomgyu's nightmares bleed into reality, Yeonjun is pulled back into a friendship he thought was long gone. But the deeper he steps in, the more he realizes the nigh...
