CONTAINS BLOOD, USE OF WEAPON, ABUSE, & ANGST
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There were only a few seconds to react before Yumin made it out the front door. Yura had his gun aimed directly at the back of her head, his finger on the trigger, but at the last second he directed the barrel down to the left and shot. Stumbling forward with a yelp of pain, Yumin clawed at the door, her weight forcing it closed as he dashed forward to slam it shut and push her down towards the ground.
Blood seeped through the material of her plain white shirt around her shoulder and the brunet realized that he'd just barely grazed Yumin's shoulder with the bullet. She stared up at him with fearful eyes with her chest heaving at each breath. Her hand shakily wandered up to her shoulder where she drew it cautiously along the bullet wound and received a palm smeared with fresh blood. Before she even had the chance to register how much danger she was really in, Yura slapped his hand down over her mouth and shoved her into the corner at the base of the front door.
"Look at what you made me do," he hissed down at the struggling brunette.
Yumin began thrashing weakly as the pain of the grazed-wound finally set in on her already battered, bleeding body. She cried out several times but was muffled by his palm as he put more of his weight upon her. With his armed limb, Yura forced Yumin into a sitting position with her knees pressed into her rounded chest. His gun pressed down on the top of her foot and he snapped at her to be quiet.
Eyes widened in fear, she tried to push his hand from off of her mouth with her injured arm raised up as high as she could possibly withstand. Muffled words sounded against his palm but he couldn't distinguish them from each other. It all blended into the same sound as he pulled the trigger yet again and shot right through the top of Yumin's foot.
Her eyes rolled back in pain as she sobbed into his hold. Blood began to seep through the hole in her flesh into the light-beige carpet beneath them. Yura cursed, shoving his gun into the waistband of his jeans and dragging Yumin onto unsteady feet as he made to lock her back in the broom closet. Blood prints were left after her as she screamed with pain into the folds of his rough hand. Yumin tried desperately to push away from his grimy hold, but with one leg and one arm rendered useless, she didn't have much luck on her side.
Yura finally managed to undo the latches of the broom closet and shove his ex-fiancé back into the clutter of their belongings. She fell to the floor with a cross between a groan and a whimper, her forehead pressed to the ground as she curled in on her bleeding-self. He stood panting above her with his hand poised on the open door and its frame to catch his breath. Eyes traveled over the pitiful lump that was Jang Yumin as she slowly bled out onto his carpeted floor, fingers flexing numbly at the sides of her head as she struggled to breathe through the pain.
"I didn't want to have to hurt you," Yura huffed. She didn't reply. "But, you left me no choice, Yumin."
The brunet towered above Yumin waiting for her to utter any word silently in a croak, but she didn't open her mouth. With her arms quaking to still hold up the upper portion of her body, she finally collapsed against the ground and her eyes fell shut. Yura only stared, feeling his heart race in his chest at the sight before him.
Oh God.
He stooped low and reached out to pinch the brunette's thin wrist, checking for signs of a beating pulse. Yura felt one, low and quiet as it thumped inside of her. She was still alive. Wounds as minor as a bullet to the foot and shoulder wouldn't be enough to kill her, but if they weren't bandaged up soon she might bleed out further.
Hauling himself achily to his feet, Yura stumbled into the bathroom for bandages and towels to wrap around his ex's wounds before shutting her inside and locking the door to the closet. He gazed about his apartment, eyes landing on each small puddle of blood where Yumin had limped beside him and, with a sigh, began to clean up the mess he so regretfully caused.
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Mrs. Lee stood out on her balcony with a cigarette pressed between her thin, red-painted lips. Her hair spun down in rivulets around her shoulders and the small of her back, ruffled slightly by the breeze that began to pick up with an incoming winter's arrival. Beautiful eyes scanned the street down below her as she watched her lover wave up at her in farewell before slipping into the driver's seat of his car. He pulled away without another word to her, Mrs. Lee biting her lower lip as she remembered his soft voice breathing down her neck, whispering sweet words into her ear that made her absolutely melt.
She stood for awhile longer leaning against the balcony of her second story apartment to watch the sun set below the tops of the surrounding buildings. Mrs. Lee's husband would be home within the hour, and little did she know that their next-door neighbor, Park Olivia, a white-asian woman from Canada, had tipped him off on the many visits from her lover while he was out working. That night Mr. Lee intended to come home and confront his wife and demand they get a divorce. Mrs. Lee inhaled from her cigarette, feeling a warm, tingling sensation settle in her stomach from that night's scandalous activities.
Park Olivia exited her home with her blonde hair tossed into a messy bun and a daybag clutched at her side. She offered Mrs. Lee a curt nod and a tight lipped smile, trying to hide the emotions that threatened to run across her face of the betrayal of the only friend she'd had in nearly three years. But, she couldn't stand by and watch Ara do such a disgusting thing behind her husband's back. Not when she was developing feelings for Yonghwa herself. Ara would kill her if she found out she had any sort of feeling for her beloved husband, but after seeing that strange man wander in and out of her apartment while Yonghwa was away for nearly four months now, she could no longer stay quiet.
Ara Lee sensed something off with Olivia as she made her way down to the street with her bag held tightly to her chest. She hadn't offered her the usual hug and a moment to gush over the flowers the former so carefully tended to in her window and along the apartment railing. The brunet stared after her until she was so far down the street she couldn't even hear the clip-clop of her flats on the sidewalk. A horrible feeling settled in her stomach as she wondered if, maybe, the young blonde had grown tired of her and was beginning to push away.
Nonsense, Ara, she thought to herself. There's nothing the matter.
From downstairs, Ara Lee could hear a grunt of some sorts and leaned out over the railing to peer down at the apartments below her. The apartment directly below hers was vacant; had been for nearly two years and the super was dying to lease it to a new family with the coming new year. Diagonal her apartment, to the left, lived Min Yura and his soon-to-be wife, Jang Yumin. Or, at least it had been the two of them. Yumin hadn't been around for the past year and Ara was beginning to suspect that the young girl had finally managed to escape her abusive boyfriend and hide away somewhere.
The last few nights, however, had been a bit rowdy and Mrs. Lee leaned further out to watch the front door to their apartment with her eyes wide in concern. Front door previously locked, it just barely cracked open, the sound of jangling metal sounding from inside.
"Hello?" she breathed, knowing whoever was behind the door couldn't possibly hear her.
More jangling sounded and finally the door popped from its place inside the wooden frame. Ara leaned out further to catch a glimpse of who might possibly wander from inside the apartment: Yura, Yumin, or maybe that pale, slender woman with all the tattoos who she'd only heard Yura refer too as "baby girl". Hands growing numb from clutching the cold railing, Ara flinched hard at the sound of a loud bang that made the foundation of the apartment shudder before falling quiet. A second later the front door slammed shut and the brunette let out a little gasp as she saw the small chip missing from the front of the wooden door.
It was a bullet hole.
Ara felt tears swell up in the corners of her green eyes as she clutched the railing with white knuckles, the color spreading throughout her body. A few seconds ticked by before another shot rang out within the walls of the apartment and she had to bite back a sob. A voice sounded, muffled, from within the apartment. Quiet, pain-filled cries that made her own tears slip down her painted cheeks.
Mrs. Lee stood for a moment longer before racing back into her own apartment, her lit cigarette long forgotten as she made for the old home phone that clung to the kitchen wall. Her fingers fumbled shakily over the numbers as she made to dial the only number she could think of: the police. Her voice wavered as a female operator picked on the other end of the line, but she finally managed to bite through her tears.
"Hello? I'd like to report a domestic disturbance. Downstairs," she panted. "Please hurry! He has a gun!"
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I'm bored, so here's a short chapter for you all. Forever. is almost done :)