A/N sorry this chapter is so terrible T.T idk, I mean, just... Just it's building up haha. The writing is probably awful right now. But... Um... Chapter forty, guys. Just wait for chapter forty xD sorry this chapter is bleh, maybe, idk, unsure T.T thanks for reading, as always <3   •••   It was only when Hwangsoon had forcefully given Jonghyun some form of sedative had the young man finally stopped drifting in and out of consciousness, and now remained flat on the table, hand rashly bandaged and eyes firmly shut. During his half-conscious moments, Lil’ had overheard him mumble many pained things – something about a dog called Roo and a promise about always being your brother, despite Lil’ having little idea who that promise was directed too. He sincerely doubted it was himself or the other half-asleep man in the room, who'd stirred every time Jonghyun had spoken, especially when he'd hawked I love you, Kibum.
“Where the has he gone?” sighed Lil’, twisting the machete nonchalantly in his hands. He hadn’t set it down yet, a force of habit to keep it held, it seemed.
“You're asking me as if I know,” the man on the opposite side of the room spat. “Maybe he's bumped into Minsook or something.”   Lil’ rolled his eyes as he leant against the counter of what had once been an old, greying kitchen, but had been converted into a makeshift hospital unit for the day, with Jonghyun as the maltreated patient across the bed (or, more appropriately, table-top). The scent of blood was still heavy in the room, and beneath the shaky table, a bowl was filled with crimson cloths. Lil’ had at first been shocked by the amount of bleeding, but upon realising his cut hadn’t been as clean as he'd first hoped, the source of the blood had been clear to him. During the broadcast, as he'd wrenched Jonghyun’s hand to the side at the count of two, his first swing was miscalculated, and, instead of severing his fingers as the intention had been, he'd sliced deeply into Jonghyun’s wrist. He hit the fingers on the second swing, and he supposed, really, that Jonghyun was lucky he hadn’t taken his very hand. He was also lucky, subsequently, that he hadn’t bled out.
“Can you just ing ring him?” Lil’ asked, as if stating the obvious. The other man, Kunyoung, blinked at Lil’, but obliged, hesitantly pulling his phone from his pocket and scrolling through his contacts to find Hwangsoon. Lil’ watche