Ryeowook looked at the time and frowned.
Jongwoon had been had been gone for 10 minutes now, and it was starting to worry the younger.

Ryeowook still had another 10 minutes before class actually started, so he got up to go search for his lost lover, but stopped when he saw a couple of teachers and two of the school campus police run by the classroom towards…….the book room?!

Ryeowook heart rate sped up in fear, blood pounding through his veins.
What’s wrong?!
Why is the police running towards the book room?!

Ryeowook quickly ran out of the classroom and after the teacher and police.
Ryeowook came to a halt when he saw 8 or so students standing right around the doorway of the small book room.
He quickly pushed through the people after the teacher’s.

What Ryeowook saw next made his heart stop and blood run cold.
It can’t be.
This couldn’t have happened.
Not to his Jongwoon, no.

Jongwoon is unconscious on the book room’s tiled floor, lying in a large pool of his own crimson blood.
He looked like he had just gone through a torture chamber.
Silver duct tape was stuck tightly to the elder’s mouth, preventing any calls for help, and his hands were bound together tightly by ropes, his wrists bleeding from trying to wrench free.
Deep cuts and bruises peppered the elder’s once beautiful, pale body, his black shirt cut and torn, soaked in his own blood.
Jongwoon’s black bangs plastered against us forehead from the gaping wound upon the boy’s forehead, warm, red blood still trickling down the side of his face and down his once flawless neck.

A trembling scream escaped the younger’s lips as he slowly brought his hands up to cover his mouth, his eyes widening in chock.

“Jongwoon……..JONGWOON!” Ryeowook screamed, running forward towards the bloody scene where his half-dying lover lay, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
“No! Jongwoon!” the younger screamed desperately, reaching forward but someone else put an arm around the younger’s waist and lifted him up easily so he couldn’t run forward anymore
“Let go of me! Let go!” Ryeowook cried. He in hystrerics now, desperately wanted to pull his lover into his arms and reassure him that he’ll be fine.

Ryeowook turned slightly to glare at whoever was holding him back, to see Heechul and ZhouMi.

“Stop.” Heechul said firmly. “Acting like this will not help your lover.”

A choked sob escaped Ryeowook’s throat as he turned and watched some medics gently, but quickly lifted the injured boy onto a stretched, and walked out to the waiting ambulance outside of the school.

“Jongwoon…….” He cried, collapsing down onto his knees as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Pick yourself up Kim Ryeowook! Do not pity yourself or Jongwoon!” Heechul snapped.
“Think about who did this to your lover! Think about what they did to him! Think revenge, Ryeowook. Your lover is half dying right now, and might as well be stuck in a coma. Revenge, Ryeowook.”

Ryeowook looked up from his hands, tears staining his high cheek bones.
“Revenge?” Ryeowook whispered quietly, staring at the large pool of blood, and the blood splattered books.
“revenge.” Ryeowook repeated to himself, and completely lost himself in anger and hate.

Ryeowook will kill whoever did this to his Jongwoon.
No one messes with Kim Ryeowook or anything that belongs to him, anymore.

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