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"That fucking 'doctor' is so dead to me," Wendy cursed under her breath, taking her phone from the table as she pushed the security door open, "Aeri, I'll call you later. Make sure you pick the fuck up and do exactly what I say."
The canadian didn't even let the nurse speak as she harshly slammed the door close, a direful aura surrounding her as she passed by the hallway of the third floor, the other staff present making way for her -- afraid that she might burst with one wrong move.
Coming up to the elevator, Wendy's heels clicked against the metallic floors, biting her inner cheek to calm her down, at least. Her feet tapped aggressively, resonating against the small room after she pressed on the button of the ground floor.
If Sihye doesn't bring them back, she will take them herself.
Who in their right state of mind help mentally ill patients escape the mental asylum- worse is that the one who helped escape is a licensed doctor? Wendy's starting to think Sihye is mentally ill as well.
A few moments passed, the elevator door slid open and the canadian's aura remained the same -- lowkey scaring both the staff and the patients that were around the first floor the moment she walked passed them. The fact that Wendy isn't usually like this makes it even scarier.
"P-Prof. Son,"
Wendy's composed herself, taking a deep breath as she pressed her lips in a thin line before turning her heel, completely dropping the fucked up face she has seconds ago. "Ye- oh, Jisung-ah."
Jisung blinked as he looked down, fiddling with his fingers and bit his bottom lip -- he didn't know how to form words.
"Do you need anything?" The professor's previous facial expression may be dropped, but her voice says otherwise. It was very sharp and orotund.
"I just have uh, one request."
Wendy's eyes squinted, the little smile on her face dropping as she tilted her head to the side to meet Jisung's quivering eyes. "What is it?"
"Can- uh," Jisung stammered, his adam's apple moving up then down as a signal that he gulped nervously, "C-Can I come with you?"
Silence.
The two shared a couple of blinks and a silence for a good minute, the only source of sound being the footsteps by the staff behind them as well as the faint voices. Wendy could only tilt her head back in its original position slowly, eyes wiggling in confusion at Jisung's statement.
What does he mean by come with her? Moreover, how did he know she's going somewhere?
"Uh- sorry, come with me?" The professor's eyes squinted, "C-Can i ask why?"
Jisung pursed his lips in a thin line. This is the first time he's going to snitch, but he regrets not coming just because of a specific dolphin, "I know their plan, I was awake that time."
Her eyebrows raised as she shifted her weight on one foot, arms crossing before fully making eye contact with Jisung. "Plan?"
I'm so sorry, Jisung mentally apologizes, taking a deep breath before maintaining eye contact with the professor. "J-Jaehyun hyung kind of planned this... A-After overhearing Dr. Ji that s-something's wrong with Dr. Qian."
Wendy's arms untangled, the fuck does that supposed to mean?
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"How about, wake the fuck up and do whatever you need to do because Wendy is going to terminate my fucking license!" Sihye panics, removing the seatbelt that was wrapped around her the whole time as she turned the car off, going out of the vehicle the moment she did so.
Jaehyun, despite still feeling a little sleepy, immediately did the same but he turned back to wake them up first -- his deep, morning voice echoing softly against the vehicle. It was enough to fully waken them up since they woke up from Sihye's tremulous voice.
"Someone go wake Sungchan up," Jeno says before going out first after catching the tall male still soundly asleep despite what just happened at God knows what time it was in the morning.
Both Hendery and Yangyang went out as well, leaving the middle seats open for the people in the back seat to fold one seat out and go out of the car.
Jungwoo, still half asleep, used his left hand to rub his eyes and unintentionally elbowed Sungchan's junior, fully waking the latter beside him.
The tall male's eyes suddenly fluttered open, with Jungwoo's eyes widening at how Sungchan reacted. "Motherfucking-"
"Ah, fuck, not again- Yuta!" Jungwoo yelled, diving in the middle sit to hopefully escape Sungchan's morning wrath -- especially when the male didn't get to taste a wink of blood in a while.
The skyscraper grabbed Jungwoo's thighs in a flash, trapping the male on the car seat in the middle of his escape from Sungchan as he put effort in escaping forward -- which is a bad idea because only the felt himself tumble forward to the middle seat the moment the skyscraper's hand let go of his thigh.
"Ouch-"
"Sungchan, you fucking control or I'll knock the lights out of you." Yuta's voice boomed inside the van, grabbing the tall male's muscular arms with pressure as he stared into the younger's soul.
"Let go of me." By this time, Sungchan's eyes darkened, lips starting to get chapped as he felt himself getting a little thirsty.
"I won't," The japanese's eyes darkened as well, gripping on the taller's arms even harder. "Not until you fucking control your vampire shit self from sucking the life out of an innocent human who couldn't control his actions."
"And who the fuck are you to dominate me, human?"
Jungwoo watched the scene unfold, unintentionally biting his lip at what happened in a span of seconds -- all he did was uncontrollably elbow his- nevermind then.
Yuta's lips curved up in a sly smirk. "Nakamoto Yuta."
"Tsk, a human like you wouldn't dominate me," Sungchan's confidence rose, eyes moving up and down at the japanese's bold words. "You're dead to me in a single pinch."
"Try me."
"Cut the crap, now kiSS!" Jungwoo accidentally yelled out as random tics such as hiccups and whistles followed right after.
A set of silence, before feeling both eyes on him.
Jungwoo could only smile sheepishly before rushing out of the car with small tics, a scared look painting his face. He immediately slammed the car door close, a hand hovering over his left chest as his heart beat faster than usual. He closed his eyes in nervousness, crouching down slowly on the ground with his hand still grasping the door handle.
"What happened to you?" Jeno's voice rings behind him, "And where are Sungchan and Yuta hyung?"
"Let them fuck," Jungwoo replies, eyes shutting tightly for a second before opening them and standing up from his position. "They're um, inside fighting for dominance."
Jeno's eyebrow raised, only seconds after realizing that it's not that 'sexual' kind of dominance that Jungwoo meant -- especially when he knows there is something going on between Yuta and Sicheng.
"Jungwoo-" Jeno panics, running past the male as he opened the car door abruptly -- only to find Yuta and Sungchan choking each other to death.
"Fuck."
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His hands formed into fists, taking a short deep breath to control his composure since everything is making sense just by how the superior looked at Kun.
"Ilsik, I came here to clarify things. Not to figure things out by myself," The chinese snapped, but he was pretty thankful Hansol was there to stop him from throwing hands since this co-CEO of Ms. Kwon can literally take his hospital down.
The superior forced a laugh, "I thought you already figured it out from the beginning? Too bold of you to come here and ask me what's wrong."
Kun squinted his eyes and stood up slowly, "Ilsik, I'm asking you nicely. What happened, why are you sending fake reports? I thought you're going to help me with this?"
The superior could only laugh forcibly yet again, earning more confusion to both Kun and Hansol. From what the chinese knows, Ilsik promised to help him build his own hospital if he helped Ilsik climb up to the top positions of Neo City Hospital. And they both kept their promises, but why is Ilsik suddenly flipping things?
"Kun, reminisce a little. Who was the one little Channie would look for in gatherings? Who was the one who showed Channie some random documentaries? Who was the one who showed the kid something related to blood?" Ilsik leaned both his hands on the table as he kept eye contact with Kun.
The chinese could only squint his eyes yet again in confusion -- little Channie- as in Sungchan?
"That's right, Kun." Ilsik smirked, "Remember little Channie and whoever introduced him into mysteries and crime."
Fuck, does this problem relate to Sungchan?
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anyway, favorite song from hot sauce album? mine's rainbow & hot sauce