it's half past fuck-who-knows-o'clock and hoseok should probably not be walking down the street alone, but he'd realized just a few minutes ago that he was completely out of rice krispies and that just would not do. how is he supposed to wake up and get ready for work without rice krispies? rice krispies are seriously what gets him up in the morning these days.
so here he is on one of the few nights he actually spent without going out (he had a friend come over for mario kart earlier instead), padding softly down the mostly empty street towards the only twenty-four hour grocery store a few blocks form his apartment. he tucks his hands further into his jacket, which he doesn't really need -- it's a little chilly, but not that bad.
he yawns, noticing at the corner of his eye that one of the streetlights seems to be flickering out. it makes a snap, crackle, pop sound (hoseok's mind is still stuck on rice krispies, clearly) and the light goes out -- but not before hoseok looks down at the bottom of the building and sees something strange. it’s the shadow of... a person? sitting -- no, more like leaning against the wall just barely in the alley. but the area’s cast into darkness before he can get a good look.
hoseok frowns, hesitating a little before calling out; "hey buddy, you alright?"
no answer. his frown deepens as an almost overwhelming sense of dread comes over him -- though he isn't sure why, his heart starts racing, and his palms turn clammy, as if his body instinctively knows something's really, really wrong.
it could just be a homeless person sleeping, hoseok tells himself, in an attempt to cover his sudden anxiety -- but it doesn't work at all; his heart still beats hard enough for hoseok to hear it in his ears.
he approaches the dark spot via the sidewalk, swallowing thickly. he fishes out his phone from his pocket as he walks closer, quickly swiping to access his phone's built-in flashlight. "hey- um, not sure if you heard me, but are you okay, i'm just checking so--"
he shouldn't be surprised at all to see that it's him sitting there -- but he still chokes, dropping his phone. there’s a cracking noise, and the phone’s little light flicks out.
hoseok can feel his throat closing up when he sees the blood spattered on his clothes, his face-- it's not necessarily enough for the other to be dying of blood loss exactly, but hoseok is too panicked initially to be able to rationalize; his mind is reeling and strangely all he can think of is the images of miyoung and hyeri lying dead in pools of their own blood, and his mind continues to scream over and over, please don't be dead please don't leave me no no no--
he kneels beside him, eyes frantically searching his body for signs of serious injury. he looks completely beaten; hoseok feels sick to his stomach. "hyung-” his hands are trembling as they hover over his body, unsure of where to go or what's safe to touch, since he doesn't know where wonho is hurt. he settles for cupping his face and looking at him, looking for any sign wonho is conscious. "hey, t-talk to me," he stutters, trying his best to keep his voice strong enough to be heard, though it threatens to break.
"if you can hear me, say something, okay? please? o-or just open your eyes.. or something-- fuck." he curses when he can see the bad bruising around wonho's eye, as well as a bleeding nose and a small gash on his forehead.
"hyung, what did you do.." he breathes out, heart lurching painfully.
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