"Do you think you should go on living?" The stranger's voice was deep. His features were shrouded by the hood over his head. The lighting of the abandoned warehouse didn't give much help either. Jongin's eyes fluttered open at the loud question, his eyes gazing around the area. His dilated eyes widened, trying to figure out everything that was happening in that moment. Last he remembered he was popping a few pills after he sniffed a line. Now he was on the ground of a place he's never been to or seen, there was a large shadow over his body and his eyes and cheeks were wet. He quickly moved to look at the stranger, his lips quivering in fear. Only then was when he realized his lips were bloodied and busted.
In that moment the man kicked Jongin's stomach with merciless force, a loud cry escaping Jongin's lips. His hands quickly held onto the pulsating area where he was hit, his teeth gritting as he whined out.
"W-Who are you?!" Jongin yelped out, wincing a bit as he curled himself away from the stranger.
"You owe me, too much kid." The man crouched down beside Jongin, grabbing a fistful of hair. "It's funny you don't remember shit. I gave you a ridiculous amount of cocaine." The man's hand slapped Jongin's face, a loud slap echoed throughout the building. "You only paid half, you said two weeks ago you would pay it off you prick." Jongin squeezed his eyes shut, remembering the situation in only small bits. It was true, but there was nothing he could do now.
"I-I'm sorry." Jongin whispered out softly, the stranger not taking to kindly as he pushed Jongin down to the ground more.
"Too late kid." Before Jongin could start getting up, the man kicked him down a few times, knocking the air from his lungs. The man was merciless, dealing blows to Jongin's face and torso.
"This isn't happening...Someone wake me up...Kris...Yixing...Wake me up now..Please.." Jongin's mind was in a haze, the pain inflicted on his body becoming unbearable. His eyes squeezed shut, trying to lose himself in happier thoughts even in the given moment. "This is just a hallucination, a bad dream....Right? In a few minutes this will be over. I'll wake up next to Kris...Or was I with Yixing?" His coughed out blood, a blow to the gut again causing it.
"I just made another friend..."
The stranger's fist balled up, hovering over Jongin and hitting him once in the face.
"Have I really made this many mistakes...?"
Another blow to the face.
"...I should have kept my promises.."
In that moment the stranger stood up, reaching into the pocket of his jacket and pulling out a gun. He quickly clicked it, pointing it a little bit lower against Jongin's forehead. Jongin felt weak, there was no way he could move to escape. He felt his heart pound in his chest, tears quickly welling into his eyes.
"....This can't be it....I-"
The gunshot echoed through the building, the man quickly tucking the gun into his pocket again, darting off without another glance at the body. Jongin's body laid there limp, his lips parted and eyes still wide. The tears that welled up already down his face. Hours later, there was no movement. No pulse. Jongin had died there, not being discovered until two days later.
