Unfinished Business
Title: Unfinished Business 3/4
Author: his_angel16
Genre: Romance, AU, Suspense
Pairing: DooKwang, JunWoon, HyunSeob
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An accident leaves them scarred and haunted.
Part Three:
“Yoseob wrote us messages in blood? Why?” Doojoon asked.
“I don’t know. And who’s blood is it?” Hyunseung replied. His forehead creased in deep thought.
“How did Yoseob get his hands on blood, anyway?” Kikwang added, staring at the wall.
“He didn’t have to,” Junhyung answered, staring back at his friends. “When I saw him on the sidewalk, he was exactly the same as the night he died. Only, his shirt was stained red. That’s where he got the blood.”
Another loud crash echoed through the house. This time, from below them. Junhyung was the first out of Dongwoon’s room and down the stairs, nearly falling as he tripped over his own feet. Another message was scrawled across the coffee table.
“What is it this time?” Dongwoon inquired. He looked at the red lines on the surface. “A name?”
Junhyung looked over the lines closely before speaking. When he did, the others looked at him. “One month in the world between, get the time exactly right. Justice will be served, but only on that night.” Junhyung looked at his friends.
“A riddle?” Doojoon remarked, frowning. “How are we supposed to figure that out?”
Hyunseung sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yoseob already gave us the answers, you twit. The one month in between part is on the twelfth of next month.”
“And the time exactly right would be at 9:23?” Kikwang asked, looking at Hyunseung.
“Precisely.” Hyunseung looked over toward the mantel, seeing what made the crashing sound. “Look!” Everyone’s gaze spotted it at the same time. A picture of the six of them was cracked. Yes, it was still on top of the mantel in its rightful place, but the glass had cracked over all but Yoseob’s picture.
“What the hell?” Junhyung spat, walking over to it. He reached out for it, only to stop his movement. He noticed something else was wrong with the photo. “Guys, look at what we’re all wearing in this photo…”
As they stepped closer, they all halted, looking down at their clothing, then back at the photo. Doojoon was the first to speak after a deafening silence.
“We weren’t wearing these clothes during that time. I hadn’t even bought this shirt before then. And your hair is still shaved on one side in this.” Doojoon pointed out Junhyung’s crazy styled hair in the picture.
“That was what Yoseob was wearing the night he was shot…” Kikwang whispered, pointing to the blond’s outfit. Upon closer inspection, they all noticed the little blotches of red on the front of it. “And look at Dongwoon’s neck in this.”
“Am I going to die?” Dongwoon choked out, staring at the ugly red mark slashed across his neck in the photo. The other four had similar marks.
“Is this what’ll happen if we go to that building in three weeks?” Hyunseung asked. He was staring at his part of the photo. A gooey, red liquid was running from his temple in it. He shuddered.
“Guys, I think I know what’s going on…” Junhyung explained. He looked at his friends, forcibly removing his eyes from the marks on his own picture.
“What’s that?”
Junhyung took a deep breath, trying to steady himself for what was about to spill from his own lips. He looked at each of his friends for a minute before continuing. “Firstly, I believe that three weeks from now on the twelfth of May, we’re going to die. Secondly, I think Yoseob is telling us this for a reason. I told Hyunseung earlier today that I was going to find the guy who killed Yoseob.”
“That would be suicide, Junhyung!” Dongwoon nearly shouted. His heart rate was accelerating out of control.
“Calm down, Woonie,” Doojoon soothed. He patted the youngest’s back. Dongwoon calmed down, but only slightly.
“Lastly, I think I understand what Yoseob’s unfinished business is.” Again, the other four were waiting silently for him to continue. He had to clear his throat before he spoke. “It can only be one of two things. It’s to either stop us from dying or he’s waiting for us.”
“Why would he tell us where to go if he was trying to keep us from dying?” Kikwang asked. His eyes widened. “That only means that he is waiting for us. He told us where to go and when.”
“He wants us to die?!” Dongwoon shrieked. “I don’t want to die! My life is too short still!” Dongwoon’s voice raised a few octaves and he was nearing hysteria.
“Shhh. We’ll be fine,” Junhyung assured him. “He must be lonely if he’s waiting for us.”
“Yeah. And to think that it’s still three weeks to wait…” Hyunseung murmured. He looked at Junhyung, a startled look on his face. “We’ve only got three weeks left?!”
Junhyung nodded slowly. “I guess so.” He thought for a moment, pondering something important. He looked at the cracked photo as an idea struck him. “Alright, three weeks from now, we’ll meet up here at eight. Don’t be late. We’ll drive to that building and get really intoxicated. We’ll enter it and when we die, we won’t feel a thing.”
“O-okay,” Doojoon stuttered.
“One more thing.”
“What?” Dongwoon squeaked.
“We have to wear exactly what we’re wearing now. It can’t be different.”
“Why?”
Junhyung pointed to the picture on the mantel. “It’s what we’re wearing right there.”
“Makes sense,” Kikwang agreed. They all stood in silence for a little while more. “Well, what should we do for the last weeks of our lives?”
“I’m quitting my job the eleventh. The same night I’ll withdraw all of my money and spend it all on alcohol,” Hyunseung explained.
“I’ll do that, too,” Doojoon said. “We’ll need a lot of it if we don’t want to feel pain.”
“Are we really going to die?” Dongwoon asked again, his voice breaking since he was close to tears.
“Woonie, it’ll be alright,” Kikwang said. “We’ll be together again. All six of us.”
“Right. So, let’s get everything ready for the twelfth,” Junhyung commented. “Next time we meet, it’ll be here in three weeks.”
“Okay,” the other four said together. Doojoon and Kikwang left shortly after that. Junhyung, Dongwoon, and Hyunseung sat on the couch, all three of them silent.
“We only have three weeks left, right?” Dongwoon whispered after ten minutes. The house seemed too loud if he talked normally.
“Yeah. We’ll get to see Yoseob again, so I’m not worried,” Hyunseung replied. He smiled at the thought of the blond. “To think that only today we buried him under that lonely tree.”
“We’ll be buried there, too,” Junhyung explained. “Six stones, side by side.” He shook his head. “Three stones, side by side.”
“Why only three?”
Junhyung took a piece of paper and picked up the pen on the coffee tabled. He started writing instructions down. “When they find us, they’ll find this note. It’ll tell them to bury Hyunseung with Yoseob, Kikwang with Doojoon, and Dongwoon with me.” He smiled at his friends. “I’ll even leave the money here to pay for everything.”
“We’re really going through with this?”
“You bet.”
That night, none of them could sleep. They kept wondering about what would happen once the day arrived. Time was ticking and it was about to run out for them. On the surface, the five of them remained perfectly calm and collected. But in the inside, even Junhyung was uneasy and frightened. Did they really want to do this?
Author: his_angel16
Genre: Romance, AU, Suspense
Pairing: DooKwang, JunWoon, HyunSeob
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An accident leaves them scarred and haunted.
Part Three:
“Yoseob wrote us messages in blood? Why?” Doojoon asked.
“I don’t know. And who’s blood is it?” Hyunseung replied. His forehead creased in deep thought.
“How did Yoseob get his hands on blood, anyway?” Kikwang added, staring at the wall.
“He didn’t have to,” Junhyung answered, staring back at his friends. “When I saw him on the sidewalk, he was exactly the same as the night he died. Only, his shirt was stained red. That’s where he got the blood.”
Another loud crash echoed through the house. This time, from below them. Junhyung was the first out of Dongwoon’s room and down the stairs, nearly falling as he tripped over his own feet. Another message was scrawled across the coffee table.
“What is it this time?” Dongwoon inquired. He looked at the red lines on the surface. “A name?”
Junhyung looked over the lines closely before speaking. When he did, the others looked at him. “One month in the world between, get the time exactly right. Justice will be served, but only on that night.” Junhyung looked at his friends.
“A riddle?” Doojoon remarked, frowning. “How are we supposed to figure that out?”
Hyunseung sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yoseob already gave us the answers, you twit. The one month in between part is on the twelfth of next month.”
“And the time exactly right would be at 9:23?” Kikwang asked, looking at Hyunseung.
“Precisely.” Hyunseung looked over toward the mantel, seeing what made the crashing sound. “Look!” Everyone’s gaze spotted it at the same time. A picture of the six of them was cracked. Yes, it was still on top of the mantel in its rightful place, but the glass had cracked over all but Yoseob’s picture.
“What the hell?” Junhyung spat, walking over to it. He reached out for it, only to stop his movement. He noticed something else was wrong with the photo. “Guys, look at what we’re all wearing in this photo…”
As they stepped closer, they all halted, looking down at their clothing, then back at the photo. Doojoon was the first to speak after a deafening silence.
“We weren’t wearing these clothes during that time. I hadn’t even bought this shirt before then. And your hair is still shaved on one side in this.” Doojoon pointed out Junhyung’s crazy styled hair in the picture.
“That was what Yoseob was wearing the night he was shot…” Kikwang whispered, pointing to the blond’s outfit. Upon closer inspection, they all noticed the little blotches of red on the front of it. “And look at Dongwoon’s neck in this.”
“Am I going to die?” Dongwoon choked out, staring at the ugly red mark slashed across his neck in the photo. The other four had similar marks.
“Is this what’ll happen if we go to that building in three weeks?” Hyunseung asked. He was staring at his part of the photo. A gooey, red liquid was running from his temple in it. He shuddered.
“Guys, I think I know what’s going on…” Junhyung explained. He looked at his friends, forcibly removing his eyes from the marks on his own picture.
“What’s that?”
Junhyung took a deep breath, trying to steady himself for what was about to spill from his own lips. He looked at each of his friends for a minute before continuing. “Firstly, I believe that three weeks from now on the twelfth of May, we’re going to die. Secondly, I think Yoseob is telling us this for a reason. I told Hyunseung earlier today that I was going to find the guy who killed Yoseob.”
“That would be suicide, Junhyung!” Dongwoon nearly shouted. His heart rate was accelerating out of control.
“Calm down, Woonie,” Doojoon soothed. He patted the youngest’s back. Dongwoon calmed down, but only slightly.
“Lastly, I think I understand what Yoseob’s unfinished business is.” Again, the other four were waiting silently for him to continue. He had to clear his throat before he spoke. “It can only be one of two things. It’s to either stop us from dying or he’s waiting for us.”
“Why would he tell us where to go if he was trying to keep us from dying?” Kikwang asked. His eyes widened. “That only means that he is waiting for us. He told us where to go and when.”
“He wants us to die?!” Dongwoon shrieked. “I don’t want to die! My life is too short still!” Dongwoon’s voice raised a few octaves and he was nearing hysteria.
“Shhh. We’ll be fine,” Junhyung assured him. “He must be lonely if he’s waiting for us.”
“Yeah. And to think that it’s still three weeks to wait…” Hyunseung murmured. He looked at Junhyung, a startled look on his face. “We’ve only got three weeks left?!”
Junhyung nodded slowly. “I guess so.” He thought for a moment, pondering something important. He looked at the cracked photo as an idea struck him. “Alright, three weeks from now, we’ll meet up here at eight. Don’t be late. We’ll drive to that building and get really intoxicated. We’ll enter it and when we die, we won’t feel a thing.”
“O-okay,” Doojoon stuttered.
“One more thing.”
“What?” Dongwoon squeaked.
“We have to wear exactly what we’re wearing now. It can’t be different.”
“Why?”
Junhyung pointed to the picture on the mantel. “It’s what we’re wearing right there.”
“Makes sense,” Kikwang agreed. They all stood in silence for a little while more. “Well, what should we do for the last weeks of our lives?”
“I’m quitting my job the eleventh. The same night I’ll withdraw all of my money and spend it all on alcohol,” Hyunseung explained.
“I’ll do that, too,” Doojoon said. “We’ll need a lot of it if we don’t want to feel pain.”
“Are we really going to die?” Dongwoon asked again, his voice breaking since he was close to tears.
“Woonie, it’ll be alright,” Kikwang said. “We’ll be together again. All six of us.”
“Right. So, let’s get everything ready for the twelfth,” Junhyung commented. “Next time we meet, it’ll be here in three weeks.”
“Okay,” the other four said together. Doojoon and Kikwang left shortly after that. Junhyung, Dongwoon, and Hyunseung sat on the couch, all three of them silent.
“We only have three weeks left, right?” Dongwoon whispered after ten minutes. The house seemed too loud if he talked normally.
“Yeah. We’ll get to see Yoseob again, so I’m not worried,” Hyunseung replied. He smiled at the thought of the blond. “To think that only today we buried him under that lonely tree.”
“We’ll be buried there, too,” Junhyung explained. “Six stones, side by side.” He shook his head. “Three stones, side by side.”
“Why only three?”
Junhyung took a piece of paper and picked up the pen on the coffee tabled. He started writing instructions down. “When they find us, they’ll find this note. It’ll tell them to bury Hyunseung with Yoseob, Kikwang with Doojoon, and Dongwoon with me.” He smiled at his friends. “I’ll even leave the money here to pay for everything.”
“We’re really going through with this?”
“You bet.”
That night, none of them could sleep. They kept wondering about what would happen once the day arrived. Time was ticking and it was about to run out for them. On the surface, the five of them remained perfectly calm and collected. But in the inside, even Junhyung was uneasy and frightened. Did they really want to do this?