Woohyun's POV

"Luna... are you sure you're alright? Do you need me to come over?" I asked, over the phone. 

I heard Luna sob quietly. She said, "N-no need. I'll be better after I sleep on it."

"Araso. Rest well... call me back anytime, nae?"

"Nae."

"Love you." I kissed her over the phone.

She giggled, a bit. "I love you too." She hung up. I sighed and checked the time.

It was four o'clock. And Sunggyu-hyung was meant to meet me here, in the park, half an hour ago. I tried to call him again, but I just ended up being greeted by his voicemail. 

I looked around. I wasn't that far from hyung's house. I could just drop by to see if he was in... no harm in doing so.

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When nobody came to open the door, I decided to just walk in. Sunggyu-hyung lived by himself, most of the time. His parents were always away. One can say I'm also a resident at his home. I stay over every few days or so, and Sunggyu-hyung decided to just give me a spare set of keys. 

He trusted me. His parents did too. I mean, I was practically their son as well. They watched me grow up.

"Hyung? Are you in?" I called out, as I closed the door behind me. I looked around the house. He was probably upstairs, in his room. I knew he was in. All the curtains were drawn up. Hyung always closed the curtains when I left the house. "Yah! Medicine-hyung, I've been waiting for you for ages! What's keeping you?"

I ran upstairs, and swung open his bedroom door. I was greeted by a wide open window, blowing cold air through into the room. I looked around, expecting to see Sunggyu-hyung sleeping on the floor, or something, but saw no one.

I made my way to his bathroom, which was connected to his room. I opened the door, and looked around. No one. I walked back to his room, confused. I spotted his phone on his bedside table with a million missed calls and texts. Mostly from me. 

I grabbed it, and placed it in my back pocket. I was just about to leave, when I decided to shut the window. But, as I walked to the window, there was something strangely pink clinging onto it. As I got closer, the pink stuff was, undeniably, fingers. A hand. A familiar hand. I recognize the rings on Sunggyu hyung's fingers. 

I didn't know what to expect. Sunggyu-hyung clutching onto the window, or just some plastic doll, but I sure as hell wasn't expecting just Sunggyu-hyung's arm attached to the window.

Looking down the window, I could see the bone sticking out of the arm. I wanted to believe it was fake. I wanted to. But it was too real to be fake. All that was left of Sunggyu-hyung, in this house, was his right arm. 

Woohyun's POV End

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