Chapter 32 3/3
Danse MacabreJongin pored over the papers in the folder, the words blending together until he had no clue what was going on. There were dozens of neatly written notes and details about his schedules and candid photos of him at Hyoyeon's bar, with Jongdae and Sehun, standing around, finishing up a job. Chills coursed through his body as he frantically flipped through the pages, pieces of paper fluttering to the ground like feathers. He had unconsciously stood up and now gripped information on his family with shaking hands, knuckles turning white.
"What is this? What is this what is this," he mumbled, chanting it as if the mantra could change things.
And the folder had been so badly hidden. It wasn't even hidden. Kyungsoo didn't even care to keep it hidden. Did he want Jongin to find out? Did he think Jongin would never be able to hide it? Was he a stalker? Was he a police? Was he the enemy?
Questions whipped through his mind and he didn't even hear the door open over his inner turmoil.
"What are you doing."
The voice cut into Jongin's mind and it physically hurt. He turned around, dropping the rest of the papers onto the ground, and faced Kyungsoo. "What is all this?" he asked, voice cracking with hysteria, although he tried to keep calm. There must be a reason, an explanation for all this.
As if reading his mind, Kyungsoo said, "I guess I should explain, huh?"
"You think?" Jongin retorted, shifting from his left foot to the right.
The suddenly ominous man carefully sat the bags of groceries (so mundane, so cheerful, with a box of Pocky sticks poking out of the corner) and approached the other.
Jongin gulped, waiting; his heart seemed to stop beating. He braced himself for whatever words would come next, but what he didn't expect was
a jabbing pain
and darkness.
there are 3 more chapters + an epilogue.
get ready for the angst!
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