[tw// blood, very much depressing. enjoy @zeverits 😘]
The club is just what one would expect; loud, seedy, and packed full of people who were either flinging their bodies around in jerky, uncoordinated movements and calling it 'dancing', or making out with such aggression that anyone who didn't look hard enough would think they were tearing at each other's faces. Pink and blue strobe lights swing around wildly, surprisingly complimenting to the theme of red neon pillars and black bar tables as you move further into the ocean of people; stuffy and humid, hard to weave through to the drinking booths at the back, yet you manage to find exactly who you're looking for.
"And here I thought I'd never find you," you deadpan, once you find yourself standing before him with a hand resting on your hip.
You don't think Changkyun could've looked more dumbfounded. The expression made your stomach flip with satisfaction; eyes wider than antique dinner plates and jaw slightly ajar as his mind seemingly whirred. He looked extremely handsome, unsurprisingly, sporting the slightly popped wine button-up and black dress pants, complete with intricately-designed silver rings which fit onto his bony fingers beautifully, even if you hated to say it. A shame you don't get to take more of him in, for he's already springing out of the empty booth, and reaching for your arm to presumably drag you off somewhere away from the club or bark some bullshit you've already heard a million times before. Yet, you seize the opportunity to flip the tables by instead flicking your hand around to get a grip on his wrist before promptly dragging him back towards the dancefloor.
Changkyun's surprised by the action, going by the way he stumbles all the way to the open space you stop at and getting his protests out through a quivering lip. Nervous, you realize. Changkyun, is nervous. How funny, you think as you slide your hands up his clothed arms, smoothing over the painfully familiar muscle of his biceps before locking your hands behind the nape of his neck.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" He half whisper, half yells.
"Me? Oh, I'm just here to warn you out of the kindness of my heart, of course," the words slither sour and cool from between your lips like thick billows of sarin, the hairs on Changkyun's neck standing up at the sheer amount of threat coming from your throat as you lean in to brush your nose against the shell of his ear, hips swaying to the music and trying to blend in with the crowd, "Because I'm quite sure you're not aware of how this place will be busted open and shot up in three...," You lean back, detaching yourself from Changkyun's front.
"Two..," you grin, sliding a pistol from out the holster on your hip, hidden from view by the black nylon bomber jacket you wear, "one."
........
"Why the fuck did you even come here if it was just to warn me!? Goddamnit- Drive faster, come on!" Changkyun throws a harsh punch to the back of the car seat, causing the driver, a presumable close friend of his that you'd seen accompany him at parties and gatherings, Hyungwon you think, to huff and step harder on the gas pedal. He turns back to you, face stricken with something between desperation and flat out anger, an expression you'd never seen before.. well... This.
You let out a groan, looking back at your hands, wrapped tightly around your midsection, and take them away to see how had it is.
It's... Bad. Very bad.
Two bullet holes line your stomach, the injuries open and gushing thick bouts of blood everytime you dare take in a breath, which rattles your lungs with dizzying pain at the tension around your injuries. Huge blotches of crimson red stain your tank top, and before you can assess just how much it'd ruined your outfit, of all things, you remember that Changkyun is in the middle of yelling at you.
"What the hell were you thinking!? You could've texted me o-or called someone, why would you-"
"I wanted to help you." You sigh, a cough bubbling up the lining of your throat, and when you let it out, a spew of blood follows. Perfect, you think. You're getting blood everywhere. And while that should be the last thing on your mind, considering you feel your eyes fluttering with every blink, you can't help but frown in distaste at the familiar copper tang filling your mouth, "I had this weird urge to go down with you if the heist for the gang who got the jump on us were to kill you. But it's not really weird now, is it?" You chuckle. More gore spills against your shirt, and Changkyun rushes to cover both your hands with his own, his breathing heavy, "Because that's what people feel when they like someone in that way. You, Mister," You manage a red smile, "Wouldn't understand that."
"Don't fucking say that." Changkyun seethes, eyes turning puffy as tears, twinkling like little stars in the streetlight that shine through the windows, stream down his cheeks. His face twists with the effort to not start crying, but it's obvious that he wants to. Needs to. He sniffles, "It was part of my job, don't you understand? You should know better than anyone that you have to carry things out, no questions asked.. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, but please don't die on me like this." You feel his hands shake uncontrollably against the seams of your closed fingers, "Please...?"
You take a raspy breath and press your forehead gently against Changkyun's. He allows it. His skin is warm, you think.
"You already know how this will end, Changkyun.."
He shakes his head, lips parting to speak again, but you shush him.
"This entire time, I loved you. Isn't that funny? You made me feel. You made me feel, and I hated it. I wasn't supposed to feel yet you didn't care what I was supposed and not supposed to do with myself. I still do. But I didn't deserve that, and you knew it, too." You hum, allowing yourself to take a hand away from your wounds, grunting when you feel the pressure gone and lose more blood, but ignoring it, even if Changkyun gasps and tries to cover you up with his own fingers. You instead use your digits to caress his cheek, smearing red against the skin, but too weak and dizzy to do something about it. Truth be told, you were tired. So, so tired, lids suddenly heavy over your eyes as you focused on Changkyun's, who's are wide and scared. You coo, "But I forgive you now. How could I be mad at you? My sweet boy.... My love..."
"Hey..," His voice trembles in his throat, panicked, "Hey, stay with me...!"
You feel peaceful. Finally, you feel peace, deep in your heart, so warm, like sun coming out from the clouds after weeks of rain and storm. Funny, because you hear the pitter patter of raindrops against the car window. But to you, it's a nice day. Changkyun's progressive yelling becomes background noise as you feel yourself drifting off somewhere quiet, and somber, the last few words you register, along with his hand cupping your dropping head, are "Drive faster, Hyungwon, faster!"
No, there's a few more, actually, but you have to strain what little energy you have left to catch it. It makes you sad.
"Come back... Come back to me! Please, please, not now..."
And then your world goes dark. And it rained, and it rained, and it rained.
