Our Love's in Jeopardy
Title: Our Love's in Jeopardy
Pairing: Yongguk/Himchan (Banghim)
Rating: R
Length: 5000w
Type: One Shot
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Domestic violence, rough sex, implied drug use, implied prostitution, mental illness, character death, + inaccuracy to actuality
Summary: Even angels have their wicked schemes.
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Himchan has always thought of leaving. He has constantly deliberated about packing his things up, walking out the door and never coming back. But something intangible, something precariously abstract makes him stay.
He isn't too sure about what it is, doesn't know why he still even succumbs himself to such a purely tragic affair, but he does. And the fact that he's just so willing to surrender himself to the agony it brings about hurts him to an extent that even imagining himself leaving makes him feel so dead.
Leaving means giving up, and despite of it all, it has been profoundly etched in Himchan's mind that Bang Yongguk is never worth giving up on. Even if their relationship is.
Because Himchan knows he's never loved anyone so strongly.
Yongguk was a member of a street gang and Himchan was a delirious town boy toy when they first met. Lingering glances and hushed conversations led to touchy gestures and hidden secrets. But between struggles of discerning what's a delusion and what's reality, what's believable and what's deceiving, Yongguk told Himchan that he could leave everything behind for him, that they can start their fucked up lives over together even if it takes a shabby run down apartment and preposterous bills.
But just because Yongguk's promise didn't falter doesn't mean he's always been the same.
But this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I’m still surprised
Between the both of them, Yongguk's always been the gentler lover. So when his grip gets a little bit tighter and his kisses get a little bit rougher, Himchan doesn't fail to notice, he silently questions the diminutive change. But he doesn't assert it, thinking that maybe, just maybe, Yongguk just learned to love him a little bit more.
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
Yongguk's first strike of brutality brusquely happens when he comes home one night.
He's drunk, just like any other evening, but tonight he pushes Himchan forward against the sharp edge of a kitchen counter, fucks him dry, tugs on his hair and grasps him down hard enough for his arms to bruise. His abdomen arches against the serrated counter, causing his skin to acquire cuts and to gush out blood but Yongguk doesn't listen to Himchan's screams of torment and cries of Yongguk, stop, it hurts, instead he hits Himchan down toward the floor and tells him to shut up because he's being too noisy.
By the time Yongguk has pushed down on top of him and erratically slows his rampant thrusts to a stop is the time Himchan realizes that the other man is crying. His lips tremble and his shoulders shiver but before Himchan can whisper a heedful why with what's left of his rasping voice, Yongguk chants I just want to take care of you repeatedly until Himchan sits up and takes Yongguk by his bruise-lined arms.
Himchan doesn't know if Yongguk means harming him when he says he wants to take care of him, doesn't really understand what's happening, but it scares Himchan that the Yongguk he thought he knows so well, isn't the Yongguk he's seeing now.
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
The fourth time he receives the same form of beating from Yongguk, Himchan decides that there is definitely something wrong because not just Yongguk's actions were changing in a manic manner, his body condition is too. He ransacks Yongguk's drawers with quivering hands and a tear-streaked face, looking for something that must be the reason of the other’s augmenting insanity.
Himchan's physical state has gone worse over the past two weeks just as Yongguk's has. Cuts and gashes dot his body from over the ruthless nights with Yongguk, slap marks were apparent in his face, the discolorations were all too visible that Himchan hasn’t looked in the mirror for days. He doesn’t want to believe Yongguk was the one who’s done all these things to him, struggles to consider that the man he loves is just having an emotional phase and it will be over soon.
Yongguk ambles out of the shower when Himchan finds packets of illegal drugs stashed beneath the recesses of their cabinets. The other man's eyes widen before him, and in a whirl of motion, Yongguk grabs something from the table and suddenly has his grip on Himchan’s neck, scissors raised next to his face-a horrendous threat to stab his eye.
"What the fuck are you doing, Himchan," Yongguk demands through gritted teeth just as Himchan chokes on a petrified scream. "Didn't I tell you not to go through my stuff."
Himchan backs against the wall, trying to pull off Yongguk’s fingers without much succession. "I’m sorry," Himchan tries to say, tears brimming his eyes, heart beating fast. "I didn’t mean it Bbang, I’m sorry."
Yongguk blinks, seeming to realize something. His gaze at Himchan minutely amends, but he furrows his eyebrows, constricts his jaw and drops the scissors on the floor, stepping away from Himchan in heavy and irregular breaths. Himchan, as he tries to recover, sees confusion in the other’s eyes, and the ache in his chest twinges a bit more because just a split second ago, Yongguk was so ready to kill him.
Yongguk buries his face in his hands and turns his back on Himchan.
"What is happening to you, Bbang?" Himchan strives between pants and sobs.
"I don't know, Himchan, I don't know."
Himchan fights intimidation as he reaches toward Yongguk when he hears him crying. Because no matter what he does, no matter how violent he can get, he's Himchan's and he's always loved. He wraps his decrepit arms around Yongguk's thin waist from behind, leaning his forehead against Yongguk's frail shoulders and he smells something beyond alcohol and inducing hallucinogenics.
But everything's forgotten when Yongguk turns around and faces him again, and what Himchan sees in Yongguk's eyes minutely makes his heart flip. A sense of familiarity surrounds their close proximity because Yongguk looks at Himchan the way he hasn't in what seems like forever and Himchan revels in the feeling of being cherished again. Yongguk takes Himchan's face into his hands and presses a kiss on his forehead that spills so much care and affection that Himchan's breath hitches and another tear falls down his cheek.
Yongguk goes back to being gentle that night and even if Himchan knows this part of him won't stay for much longer than he needs, he still hopes that in the morning he'd wake up and Yongguk is himself again.
It doesn't happen anyway. But his love for Yongguk still remains.
Now there's gravel in our voices
Glass is shattered from the fight
Suspicions arise further one day after another. Himchan has always supposed that Yongguk leaves for his bartending job every night, but he's worse each time he gets home. Himchan thinks it's part of the job, thinks it's a normal occurrence, but Yongguk is twice as thinner as he was a year ago, darker rings encircle his eyes, he declines food like it's poison and he's more than what Himchan deems to be psychologically damaged, that much he can figure out by himself.
The stows he's seen in the closet is a clear indication that Yongguk has returned to his old ways when he's a gang member but there's something more. Himchan knows there's something more.
Saying that Yongguk has a mental disorder will be going too far, but the signs strike Himchan like miniscule explosions and the chances of its possibility savagely frightens him as if he's waiting for a grenade to blow off.
"We should go see a doctor," Himchan suggests one morning as he timidly prepares breakfast for Yongguk.
"None of us needs to see a doctor," Yongguk replies monotonously by the kitchen table.
"I think you do."
"We can't even pay the bills on time and feed ourselves properly, Himchan, and you want to spend money on something we don't even need?"
Himchan's grip on the bowl of soup shakes as he places Yongguk's meal in front of him. "I'm just worried about how you seem to be so different nowadays."
Yongguk sighs exasperatedly. "I'm fine, it's yourself you should worry for." He stands up from his seat and is about to head out the kitchen door when Himchan stops him.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"But it's not yet your work shift."
"Doesn't have to be."
"But-"
"Jesus, Himchan, am I not allowed to have a life of my own?"
"Can't you finish the soup I prepared for you first?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Yongguk."
Yongguk exerts something between a huff and a groan and he marches back to the dining table only to knock the bowl off the surface. The porcelain smashes against the hard asphalt and shatters into pieces and the overthrown soup now runs through the spaces of the floorboards. Himchan looks down at it with incredulity, mouth slightly agape. "There. I finished it, Himchan."
Himchan breathes with a nod. "Okay," he says. "Okay."
Yongguk starts trudging off again.
"Just don't come home drunk again, please, Bbang?" Himchan's voice comes out quiet.
Yongguk briefly hesitates on his next steps but continues on. Himchan doesn't receive an answer.
In this tug of war, you'll always win
Even when I'm right
The night is silent save for the commotion of the city that can be heard through their apartment's open balcony. Himchan stays farther from Yongguk a little bit more each night and now they're in the opposing ends of the couch, as if touching is dangerous, but this is actually one of the rare evenings when Yongguk doesn't seem to be interested in cornering him against any solid furniture available or throwing things at him out of muddling anger.
Yongguk just got home from work and that's when Himchan finds him the most daunting. The other man is sprawled on the sofa, eyes closed and head thrown back.
Himchan traces the bruises on his arm with a finger. "I think maybe it's time we exchange roles, Yongguk, let me be the one to work."
"Why?" Yongguk replies, voice gruff.
"I know you're having a hard time."
"I'm not."
"Yongguk," Himchan tries again, asks the question he's been wanting to be answered for so long. "Is there someone else?"
Yongguk slowly opens his eyes and turns his head to look at Himchan, an eyebrow raised, but Himchan's still too afraid to look back at him.
Himchan bites his lip. Lately, he's been careful with the things he say. Initially thinks everything over again and again, afraid he might say something to infuriate the other.
"Himchan," Yongguk drawls, trying to catch his attention. "There's no one else."
How come it feels like I've been slowly losing you? "What do you do?" Himchan asks instead. "When you're gone? What do you do?"
"It's none of your business." It is. "Himchan, I promised you a good life, didn't I? That's what I'm doing. I'm fulfilling that promise."
Himchan wants to tell him that he doesn't understand, that he needs him more, that he's worth a thousand more than material things but decides against it, knowing that it's Yongguk's stubborness that takes him places.
But it's what can possibly ruin him too.
Everything that comes out of Yongguk's mouth have been confusing Himchan a lot as of late, and this is just one of them. But he nods, even if he fails to fully comprehend, because he loves him, because he believes him.
You feed me fables from your head
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied
Yongguk strips him off his clothes, hurls him under the shower and breathes against his blemished skin. Himchan whimpers, exerts not to make any loud noise because Yongguk threatens to break his neck. Yongguk's fingers jostles aggressively in and out of Himchan and what would usually arouse him makes him feel like he's being burned alive now. Yongguk kisses, Yongguk bites, Yongguk seizes, Yongguk thrusts. He does everything with a solid amount of roughness that Himchan thinks could make him forget his own name. In these moments, Himchan's world narrows down to nothing but excruciating pain but he tolerates it because it's Yongguk. He tolerates it because this might be the only thing keeping their love alive. And love is love, no matter what form it takes.
But beneath the deceit he keeps repeating to himself like a mantra, Himchan is breaking. He curls himself in a corner of the bedroom at three in the morning, wishing things would go back to how they used to be, back when he and Yongguk were happier. At the same time, he wishes a trick of time can make him disappear. He stares at the luggage peeking from underneath the bed and for a second, he deliberates about packing his things up, walking out the door and never coming back. But something intangible, something precariously abstract makes him stay.
He isn't too sure about what it is, doesn't know why he still even succumbs himself to such a purely tragic affair, but he does. And the fact that he's just so willing to surrender himself to the agony it brings about hurts him to an extent that even imagining himself leaving makes him feel so dead.
Leaving means giving up, and despite of it all, it has been profoundly etched in Himchan's mind that Bang Yongguk is never worth giving up on. Even if their relationship is.
Himchan glances at the bed where Yongguk's sleeping in, takes in the sight of his tranquil face and solemn aura, thinks his unparalleled beauty must be one of the things that keeps Himchan drawn to him because right now, as the glow of the night bounces off Yongguk's features, Himchan can swear he's seeing an angel.
Himchan recalls memories with Yongguk, some a little too bitter, some a little too blissful that it feels as if a knife's being twisted in Himchan's heart and he's crying before he can even realize it.
What happened to us, Bbang?
What happened to you?
He barges out the room and grabs the first two bottles of alcohol he sees in their kitchen cupboard. One night, he promises, just one night.
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run, but I don't wanna ever leave
The hairs on Himchan's arms stand up when he hears unrelenting whispers and brash scraping from a short distance and he stops in the middle of making the bed. He reluctantly trudges toward the kitchen in cautious steps to see Yongguk sitting by the dining table. He's raking his nails against the wooden desk and he's hissing something over and over to himself, with words Himchan finds hard to make sense of.
"Yongguk," he calls.
Yongguk doesn't look up, doesn't hear him. His eyes are trained at nowhere and everywhere at the same time and Himchan panics, blood draining out of his face like a soaking flannel.
"Yongguk."
The other man resumes his deranged chant and scraping, beads of sweat trickle down his neck.
Himchan lurches forward and grabs Yongguk's cold face with his hands. "Yongguk!" he shouts, pulse racing.
Yongguk deeply catches his breath, as if escaping a fugitive trance and his bloodshot eyes train on Himchan like a lost essence. "They're going to kill me," his voice is above a whisper, his lips are dry, his fingers rush up on top of Himchan's. He's flustered with fright. "They're going to kill me, Himchan, I'm going to die. I stole from them. I'm going to die."
"No," Himchan says, contends to make his voice firm and convincing. "No one's going to kill you. You're not going to die."
"I am, Himchan. But I want you to be safe. Promise me you'll be safe."
Himchan shakes his head, tries to hold back his tears for just a little longer. "I'm not going to let anyone lay their hands on you, Bbang," Himchan pulls Yongguk to his arms. "You're mine. You're mine."
"I just want you to be safe, Channie," Yongguk reiterates next to his lover's ear. "Promise me you'll be safe."
"We'll both be," Himchan assures him. "We'll both be."
By the time life takes another turn before his eyes, Himchan is already paying close attention.
Yongguk doesn't leave for work anymore. Doesn't hurt or threaten Himchan anymore. Instead he holds the other close to his chest at night and whisper promises to him like riches and wealth and security, but he seems to be painting the life he wants Himchan to live with the exception of his presence, because his stories never include himself. But Himchan listens anyway, because he has long included Yongguk in the picture, and he always sees him in those dreams.
Himchan stays next to Yongguk all the time, stays because Yongguk seems to lose himself whenever he's alone. He ends up talking to an invisible presence in hysterical murmurs, speaks of indistinguishable things continuously as he rocks himself back and forth.
Life has always been cruel to Himchan, he's known that fact since forever, but now as he realizes Yongguk's in need of medical attention, he reminds himself of it again, because he won't be able to provide it for him.
"None of us needs a doctor, Channie," Yongguk sings to him when Himchan tries to bring up the subject again. "Just having you here heals me like spring after winter."
"Yongguk?"
"Hmm?"
"Those packets in our closet, what are they?"
"Oh that." Yongguk blinks, tilts his head to the side in thought and he gives off a small, sleepy laugh. "They call it... the cannabis. They said... they said it makes you really happy like... you're in the clouds... and then... you won't feel guilty when you do bad stuff 'cause you can get a little violent, right? But they said taking too much can make you a retard... and then you hallucinate, like, scary... things but... it can still make you happy so I think it's okay..."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
Himchan nods, planning to throw it all off the next day. "Okay."
They sit by the bed's headboard one post-sunset evening, with Himchan's head on Yongguk's neck as they watch the stars slowly spread out in the sky like forest mushrooms. It is for no apparent reason, it's just the longer Himchan sees Yongguk act more delirious with each passing hour, the more he just wants to lay beside him, to breathe the very air he breathes, to listen to his heart's unstable accelerated beating just to know he still has him.
"Himchan," Yongguk finally says. He sounds breathless, like he just ran a mile. "You know there's something I've always wanted to give you."
Himchan furrows his brows, sits up straight to look at Yongguk straight in the eyes. "What's that?"
Yongguk raises his free hand and opens his fist to produce a small velvet box Himchan never noticed was there in the first place. Yongguk smiles at Himchan, a real, affectionate smile that lights up his whole face and Himchan falls in love with him again.
Yongguk flips the box open and Himchan yields a small gasp.
The diamond ring glimmers despite the darkness.
"Gukkie," Himchan breathes. "Where did you get this?"
"Doesn't matter," Yongguk slurs.
Himchan is hesitant to hold the box, but this time he sets his heart aside and says, "We can... we can use this to get you a doctor-"
"No." Yongguk shakes his head, plucks the ring out off the box and reaches for Himchan's hand. Himchan flinches minutely, because Yongguk's hands were as cold as ice. "This is for you, Channie, I got it for you. It's yours. None of us needs a doctor."
Himchan watches as Yongguk pushes the ring into his finger and his tears fall without precaution, because his heart decides to entertain the pain once again. "Yongguk," he chokes out.
Yongguk reaches his other hand to Himchan's cheek as he holds Himchan's hand with the other. "Do you know how beautiful you are, Channie?"
Himchan is crying.
"I've always thought you're as pretty as the stars. But then I realized they're like tiny burning balls in the sky and they're not actually twinkling." The thought humors Yongguk, and he exudes a chuckle. "So I bought something that reminds me of you because diamonds are the ones that actually twinkle and I'd have to work harder to buy you a star." Yongguk pushes Himchan's hair behind his ears. "You seem to be shining brighter each time I look at you, Himchan. One day you'll actually outshine the false sparkle of those tiny suns outside the window and I won't be surprised."
"I'll be shining for you, Bbang," Himchan tells him between choked sobs. "I'll be your star."
Yongguk's still smiling. "I'll be the heaven that holds you."
Himchan kisses him.
At that moment, he doesn't ask for anything more, doesn't need to. But the pain binds him, eats him.
Loving a madman may hurt, but loving a madman who's went insane loving you is a worse torture. Because despite the fact that Himchan can be the one person who'll be able piece Yongguk back together, he's the same one who breaks him further apart instead.
Until the walls are going up
In smoke with all our memories
Himchan jolts awake when he hears a door closing shut.
Anxiety builds up in his throat once again as he attempts to squint through the darkness. He reaches by his side. Yongguk isn't there.
"Yongguk?"
No one answers.
"Bbang?"
That's when he realizes the cause of the sound of a closing door. So he rushes out of bed, hysteria ringing in his ears.
His cardigan doesn't do much against the winter breeze, but Himchan fights against the cold, crosses the street in search of Yongguk. It's still dark out. The kind of pitch black dark that not only are the skies empty but the city as well.
It's risky to go out, especially at this time of the night, crime rates rise almost as fast as gas prices in this side of town, but doing something instead of just sitting around waiting for Yongguk to come home eases Himchan's unsettled self much better.
Yongguk doesn't have any reason to go out, not now, not ever in Himchan's knowledge. Himchan wonders why he didn't secure him in his arms more thoroughly during their slumber.
Himchan's nervous breathing smokes the air. He forces his trembling fingers to calm down, but he knows he's shivering for more reasons than just the icy breeze.
When Himchan turns his head as he stands by a junction, he sees a familiar silhouette at the end of a street, walking briskly away from him, growing smaller and smaller. He follows after him, doesn't shout his name because he knows better than to call for harm for the both of them.
'Cause with you I'm in my fucking mind
But without you I'm out of it
The walk is long, and by the time Yongguk's silhouette takes another turn on the road, Himchan is panting out of exhaustion. Although his attention's far from where they actially are, he realizes they're nearing the town creek.
That's when he hears a booming voice from a distance, and it's not Yongguk's.
"Well, look who came."
Himchan fights a gasp and pushes himself back in a nearest alley.
He hears echoing footsteps of more than three people and a dramatic sigh. "Too bad. Thought we're gonna have more action since if you didn't appear for one more night, we were gonna locate your residence and then break in and shoot your head from there, you know, all these cool bad guy stuff."
"Just... get it... over with, Youngjae." Yongguk drawls with obvious difficulty and Himchan's head spins.
"I don't see a briefcase, Bang, I'm not sure my boss will be happy to see you empty-handed."
Himchan turns his head, attempts to peek out the edge of the wall. He sees a jeepney meters away from behind the alley he's taking cover in, parked just below a huge street lamp next to the barriers of the creek. Three men surrounds the vehicle, all their eyes on Yongguk who stands in front of them with a rigid gait.
"I'm not returning it," Yongguk says.
"What was that you said?" The man in the middle, Youngjae, says. "Do you know how much money is in that briefcase, Bang Yongguk?"
"I do," Yongguk answers, nonchalant. "That's why I spent it all out, I can't give anything back to you."
Youngjae scoffs. "For a drugged man who regularly smokes cannabis, you're pretty fierce," he points out. "Well, I'd act that way too especially if I'm most likely on the first stage of depersonalization disorder. Or psychosis maybe? Oh right, you're too poor to afford a doctor to find out. That's why you became a manwhore, didn't ya, Bbangie boy? because you're too shit of a person to find a proper job."
Fits of laughter by the men echoes through the empty streets. Himchan doesn't know if the things he's hearing are real, but he leans his back against the bricked alley wall, strives to control his hard breathing. From across the road, he can clearly hear Yongguk doing the same.
"Why did you come here then?" Youngjae continues to demand. "Why didn't you just wait for us to find you? Protecting someone back home, huh, aren't you?" Himchan hears the edging smirk in his voice. "Do they know what you're doing, Bang? Do they know that you work entertainment purposes for a rich baron who had found you in a whore house?"
The second blow comes fastly preceding the first and Himchan bites his lip, endures the heaviness of his heaving chest, tries to hear out the upheaval through its loud beating. Struggling groans, gliding fists and punches resounds in the walls of the dark city and Himchan's fighting whimpers because he has no idea what to do.
He never had any idea what to do.
He never understood then. He doesn't understand now.
When the first gunshot unbridled, everything stops, everything stops and Himchan feels himself fall to the ground, clutching his chest because his whole body feels numb, he's paralyzed. He wants to help but he's too scared, too terrified to do anything. The only sounds that were audible now are his erratic pulsation, nimble breathing, and a faint chorus of get him get him get him along the rev of a car engine as it ignites to life.
Himchan pictures the situation in his head: Yongguk had tried to fight, the gunshot was caused by him injuring someone, he had ran away, and now he's being chased, but he'll be safe. Himchan wishes, hopes, prays to whoever goddamn deity who's listening to him right now that Yongguk will be safe because he's his Yongguk and he loves him and he loves him. He loves him. Yongguk's done all this for him, he shouldn't die, they should foster everything together because they're each other's and Himchan's life revolves around Yongguk. He doesn't know anything else.
Himchan's phone rings in his pocket.
It's Yongguk.
"Gukkie? Yongguk-"
"Himchan. Himchan, listen to me, alright? Listen to me very closely." The sound of the rushing wind is apparent. Yongguk is running, breathless. He's crying. Just like Himchan is. "Deep in our closet, there's this briefcase. Once you see it, pack your bags, bring it with you and leave, you understand?"
"No. no I don't, Yongguk-"
"Do you understand, Kim Himchan?!"
"Yes," Himchan wails. "Yes." I've always tried to understand.
"Don't let them find you. Go as far as you can, far away from here. Break this phone the very moment this call ends."
Himchan shakes his head aggressively, tears continuing to fall. "Let's just go home, Bbang, let's go home. Come home with me-"
"They found me, baby, I can't come home. I'm sorry. For everything. For lying to you. I thought we were going to be okay but the club had kicked me out and I couldn't find another stable job so I... I tried to sell myself because I didn't know what else to do and the only thing I ever wanted to do was to give the world to you." I don't need the world Bbang, the world isn't you. "They were making me smoke these drugs because I wasn't that submissive that's why when I couldn't control my anger and frustration I hurt... I hurt you... I'm sorry."
"I don't care. I don't give a shit, Bbang!" Himchan's screaming now, too. "Just please come home, just come home now. I need you. I can't lose you."
"But I regret it, Himchan, I regret it every single fucking morning when I look at you in bed and it's like a punch in the gut because I'm supposed to keep you from harm. I found the suitcase from one of them one night and I just had to take it home because... I was hopeless, I was desperate. And then they came looking for me so I now I surrendered myself to them because I'm scared that they might hurt you, too. So now I'm just running away to have time to talk you but they'll find me again soon, Channie, very soon.
I love you, Himchan, it's that one thing I remain to know beyond my insanity, but I think it's the main reason I've become like this but it doesn't matter. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being the man who deserves to be with you. If I had known that you'd come to my life I wouldn't have done all the things that I've done before. I wanted to give you everything, Himchan, and I tried because I promised you a good life. I did that, right? I promised you a good life. But I didn't say that it's going to be with me.
I don't want to lose you, too, I never did. So, I thought it's better to lose myself first. I love you, Himchan, you're the best thing that has ever ever happened to me, and I'm sorry you've got more ugly memories to remember me by. I'm the luckiest person in the world to have you. You're beautiful, inside and out, each and every part of you makes up the man I treasure the most in this cruel world. I thought the harm my drugged self has done to you would make it easier for you to forget me but now I realize, I don't want you to forget me, Himchan, just let me stay in a small part of your memory. I promised you a good life, now you can have it. I love you, Himchan, I'll love you beyond my last breath."
The call dies and switches to dial tone.
Another gunshot fires from a far.
Deafening screams resound in the darkness.
That's alright because I like the way it hurts.
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