"I h-have no idea where we even are." Sungwoon muttered as they slowly walked on the sidewalk with both of their legs were aching. The older felt like he might faint at any second from having so much exercise after being confined to a basement for so long. "Is this even in Seoul?"
"I think so." Jimin muttered as they continued to pass abandoned houses and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in the outfit Bon Hwa had forced him to wear. He kept his hands tugging down the big shirt he had been given as to not walk around with his panties being shown. "At least we're still in Korea."
"A really poor part. What's Bon Hwa doing living here? His house seems rather fancy inside."
Jimin couldn't help but feel confused by the others statement. He did agree that Bon Hwa had very expensive decorations in his house and he remembered him being well off when they had dated in high school.
Why exactly was he living in a place like this?
"Do you think anyone even cares about this part of the neighborhood anymore?" Sungwoon said as they continued walking trying to find a store or someone they could ask for help. They didn't want to start screaming in case Bon Hwa was out looking for them so they stayed alert of their surroundings. There also was a chance that if they were careless and got someone's attention that they'd end up in an even worse situation than they previously were in. "It's like so many things have already happened that the police don't care anymore. Like if bad things happen they'd always go and stereotype places like this but so many things have happened they've just given up."
"It's dangerous to be out at night especially." Jimin muttered as he glanced at a flickering streetlight. "There's a phone booth!"
He grabbed onto Sungwoon's hand causing the older to try and hop to keep up. They both managed to cross the street and were now in the light so that nearby people could easily see them. Jimin seemed to frown realizing how unsettling that was and looked at Sungwoon.
He could see the scars on his skin from the tears in his onesie and he couldn't help but feel himself start to cry thinking through everything the older had been through. He was about to be killed minutes ago and now here they were in an untrustworthy neighborhood looking as vulnerable as possible.
"Sungwoon? It looks like that house over there is abandoned can you stay in there while I call the police?"
"But what about you? Why can't I just stay here while you call them? Won't the two of us together be more intimidating in case someone tries to come up and attack you?"
"You're wearing a onesie, Sungwoon. There's nothing intimidating about either of us."
"We don't even have money for a payphone though. Why can't we just stick together until we find someone walking around?"
"Sungwoon, please. After everything you've been put through because of me can you please just stay safe in that place until I've called the police? You're obviously exhausted and need to rest after so much walking." Jimin said as he crossed his arms pouting. "I'm not taking no for an answer, I'll call the police and you go stay over there. Promise me you'll stay hidden even if something happens?"
"Jimin-"
"I'm not taking a no on the promise either, it's the only thing that will make me not blame everything you've been put through on me."
Sungwoon sighed as he nodded at the younegr and walked away towards the house. Jimin waited until the light didn't show where Sungwoon was when he turned back to the payphone and began looking on the ground.
It cost around 550 won to use a payphone and there always was spare change around them. So Jimin glanced at the coins on the ground grabbing onto all the 100s he could find.
"Hundred, two hundred, three," Jimin muttered as he was counting change hoping he'd end up having enough. "Four, I need one hundred fifty more."
Jimin sighed as he continued looking through the coins on the ground struggling to come up with enough money to use the phone. This might not have been the smartest plan but he didn't want to keep forcing Sungwoon to walk around when he already looked like he was on the edge of passing out.
"Five hundred." Jimin said smiling knowing there was enough small change to equal the last 50 won he needed. "We actually will be able to make it out of here!"
The pink haired boy couldn't help but grin as he began putting the change in and went back to grabbing change on the ground. He had almost fifty won when he heard footsteps behind him and he couldn't help but sigh.
"Sungwoon I thought I told you-" Jimin said as he stood up and turned around freezing. Bon Hwa was standing there glaring at him a bandage wrapped around his neck. His plan he had been making up on the go had been going great so far but he hadn't planned for this. "Bon Hwa."
And before Jimin could do anything else the older slammed a baseball bat on his head.
Hi! Sorry I haven't been on Wattpad in a while. I don't really ever post on my message board but I might start just so I'm able to tell you guys when I'll be updating my books! Also I've had a free day for most of today since spirit clinic is tonight so later I get to go and do the dance I taught elementary schoolers on the football field! It's always a fun performance and not stressful since it's not serious~