𝐒 𝐔 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐁 𝐔 𝐒 | ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ [𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘴]

𝐗𝐗𝐗

Its shout reached incredible high notes that broke the window and the mirrors in the room. As it was about to reach the girl again, this time to kill her, its body started to crumble, turning into black and grey ashes, stopping its furious walk towards the real Jieun, who had closed her eyes to prepare herself to the eventual death.

But it never came.

When the girl opened her eyes to check the situation, the only thing she could see was an aching Yeosang and a long strip of ashes on the floor.

The tremendous sound of Yeosang coughing convinced the girl to carefully crawl in his direction. When she spotted his mouth covered with a thick layer of dark red blood, she gently placed his head between her arms, holding him close, still frightened of losing him.

Yeosang, luckily and to Jieun's relief, managed to sit down and to wrap his arms around the girl's shaking figure, ignoring the stinging pain in his shoulder and holding her into a ribcage-wrecking hug. She sobbed on his shoulder as her fingers intertwined with his strands of light brown hair. The couple parted and leaned their foreheads against each other, basking in each other's warmth whereas calming their fanned breaths. As if he wanted to check Jieun was really alive and not an illusion, Yeosang cupped his hands in her cheeks and analyzed her visage.

Despite the tiredness and her pale skin tone due to her illness and dry blood printed on her forehead and under her left nostril, she still was the most beautiful human being Yeosang had ever seen in his entire life, even with scratches on her cheeks and with her lips a little swollen. Repressing his monstrous will to cover her face with kisses, he opted for her forehead, where he left a long peck, hoping to reassure and comfort her.

Their head whipped towards Joo-Hyuk who had started coughing violently and had lifted his back from the floor. Between all of the people in the room, he seemed to be the one with fewer injuries.

Close to him, a few centimetres away, there was Kihyun who, on the opposite, seemed to be the most serious one, since he hadn't opened his eyes and was just laying on the cold parquet with his grey jumpers soaked in his own blood.

The three guys crawled towards him, checking if he was dead or not. Yeosang placed his fingers on the male's neck to control his pulse and to find out that Kihyun was alive, but his best beat was weak and his injuries needed to be taken care of immediately.

Joo-Hyuk slipped on Jieun's right side and tossed her his cellphone, before covering Kihyun's gash with both of his hands and pressing on it to stop the bleeding.

"Call the ambulance. Give them the address and tell them there's severe bleeding, a broken arm, a concussion and a head trauma."

Ordered the black-haired male. Jieun didn't hesitate and began composing the number with her trembling fingers. A few seconds after, a woman on the other side of the phone picked up the call and asked the details for the emergency. Jieun repeated exactly what Joo-Hyuk had said and, meanwhile, Yeosang spoke.

"Kihyun is in those conditions? God..."

Joo-Hyuk, although the pain in his chest was taking his breath away, chuckled and shook his head.

"No, dummy. They'll hurry if they know that the emergency is more than just a broken arm. Now, they know that more than that, there's also bleeding and a concussion."

Jieun sniffled and ran her hand covered with the sleeve of her carding under her nose, making the two males realize that she had ended the call. She moved a strand of blonde hair from Kihyun's face and caressed his cheekbone, before retiring her hand and look at Joo-Hyuk and Yeosang.

"Do you think he'll make it?"

She asked, salty tears threatening to cut her red cheeks. The two males didn't really know the answer, however, they decided to tell her a lie to not worry her even more. They both nodded and, as the girl noticed it, they could spot her shoulders slowly deflating and abandoning herself into a relieved but still worried cry.