Cutting Strings

Chapter 7 ● Propaganda

"Oh, right there! Oh god! Oh!" Tiffany moans loudly as if she is having the best sex of her life. Taeyeon stifles a laugh before follow suit, "Ah! Again! Ah, ah!"

The door get banged again and a scream of "You bitch!" Is heard from outside the door.

Tiffany and Taeyeon laugh out loud that they feel abs coming through their stomach, tears coming from their eyes, and their lungs out of air.

"What a prude" Taeyeon remarks as she comes to a fit of giggles.

Tiffany slowly wipes her happy tears away and open the bathroom door. The room is empty, apparently her roommate has throw her textbook to the ground and get out of the room in anger.

Taeyeon takes the ruined book and put it on the desk, shaking her head of the childish antic.

"Oh the others are waiting for me" Tiffany says, reading the group chat on her phone. The others are already at the bar they texted.

"Don't come home so late, alright?" Taeyeon advices and her bestfriend nods her head.

Ten minutes later Tiffany arrives at the storage garage. She slides through the small window with ease and land perfectly.

Its four in the afternoon. The sky is radiating orange and the wind is cold. Tiffany reminds herself to take her one and only pink hoodie from Sehun as she walks through the narrow alley.

She halt as she sees something from her peripheral vision. She stops to hear.

A groan and followed by ragged breathing. This guy sounds like he is in pain.

Tiffany turns and go left to where she thinks she saw the person.

She is right. There is a person, and what shock her is how he is clutching at his bleeding abdomen. His eyes closed as if sleeping. The only thing telling that he is in pain is his heavy breathing.

No matter how he presses his hand through his wound, his blood still seeps through his white uniform.

Wait a second, that's her school's uniform.

In a flash Tiffany runs to his side and helps presses his wound, on which replied by a pained moan. His eyes snap open in a second.

When their eyes meet, Tiffany gasps. Kim Kai. Her year's gang jjang is bleeding, probably to death, in front of her.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no" she mutters as she feels her hands start to get sticky because of his blood. Kai's eyes start to droop shut but Tiffany pinch his arm.

"Please stay with me!" She pleads as Kai is staring at her again. His eyes hazy.

Tiffany checks Kai's pants pocket and feel his phone. She quickly snatches it with her right while her left keeps pressing his wound.

"It's okay! Let's just call your speed dial" Tiffany says with shaky sound. She never finds herself in life and death situation before.

Kai lets out a cough on which blood comes out a little, "se..ven" he manages to says in a croaky sound.

Tiffany quickly press the speed dial number seven and getting real anxious as the tone is heard.

Two seconds later the call is answered by a male voice, "Where the fuck are you?"

"The third alley on the back of the school, please come quickly" Tiffany says in a panic voice. Her eyes keep staring at Kai, who fight to keep his eyes opened. Its like they are having a staring contest, and Tiffany doesn't want him to lose.

"Who the fuck is this?" The guy on the phone asks again, bewildered that a girl is calling with Kai's phone.

"Quick! He is bleeding!" Tiffany almost screams and she sighs as the guy finally says "I'm on my way" and hangs up.

Tiffany puts his phone on her pocket and then rubs Kai's head with her right hand. She can feel her left hand gets all the blood since Kai's hands has gone limp on his side.

"You'll be okay, you'll be okay" her whisper is the only thing heard in the empty alley. Tiffany knows well she can't scream help because obviously Kai is hiding from somebody.

She smiles as she heard footsteps from behind her. Finally, she isn't alone in this.

She knows who is running. Chanyeol, and the junior guy from the library, Taehyung. They look like they have run for their life.

"Hospital. Fast" Chanyeol barks out to Taehyung as he finally arrives at her side. He slips his hand under her left to close Kai's wound.

Tiffany blinks as she look at her left hand, coated with starking red liquid. Her hand starts to shake.

A motorcycle engine suddenly heard, as if shouting at their ears. It echoed around the alley.

In a flash Taehyung helps Kai to stand and gets him on the motorcycle which already stops in front of them. A tall guy with black helmet is riding the motorcycle.

Taehyung hops also to keep Kai steady. The three of them then gone in a flash, until Tiffany and Chanyeol left.

Tiffany can't even grasp on what happened. She can't stop looking at the blood on her hands.

She didn't even know there's a motorcycle, and she didn't even realize it is just she and Chanyeol left.

There's a buzz in her head and her ears. She tried to remember if she ever swallow a queen bee because it hurts her head, until she realizes someone squatting in front of her, shaking her shoulders.

"...hey! You okay, right?" Chanyeol's face appears in front of her after several blinks.

A frown mere his face. His clear eyes look deep into her eyes, searching for any flaw on her face.

"I..." She tries to stop her shaking hands but she honestly can't. She doesn't even know big fat tears running down her face.

Chanyeol slowly take his phone from his pocket and calls a number he know will help. He curse under his breath when the person don't pick up, so he calls another person.

After five rings, the person answers with a strict "What is it?"

"I need your help" Chanyeol says, wiping shivering Tiffany's tears away with his other hand.

The person on the call scoffs, "I told you the senior won't be involve on this shit and you fucking call me for help?" Chanyeol shivers a little, his voice can make a grown man cry.

"This is out of context, do you know Tiffany, the council vice president?" Chanyeol tries to reason, hoping he won't be too mad to listen.

He can hear the other person thinks awhile before answering, "What about her?"

"She's in shock, I don't..."

"Send your location, I'll be there"

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To Be Continued
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Nota del Autor:

Perdón, tomé mucho tiempo :( estoy muy ocupado estos dias, pero tomaré tiempo para escribir. Te promerto

Los amo a todos, y feliz navidad :)