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Seungcheol wasn’t exactly sure how this happened. Any of this. It surely wasn’t what he expected of his Sunday.
Sundays were always weird days for Seungcheol. He couldn’t explain why, they just were. They gave him a feeling of dread, perhaps because Monday was the next day, or maybe something else. This Sunday was no exception. Nonetheless, he got up, trudging into the kitchen at sometime around noon.
He dropped a coffee pod into the coffee maker, and hit a button. Minus the strange feeling he had about Sundays, he loved the domesticity of them. Inhaling the smooth scent of coffee, the man stretched his arms, legs, and shoulders. About thirty minutes and two cups of coffee later, Seungcheol walked out of the house. It was at these times that he was glad to work so late at night.
On his way to work, around 9 PM, he began hearing strange noises. Having night shifts always gave way to hearing and seeing weird things on the street. The noise seemed to be coming from an old house, one that had been abandoned for a while. He made a mental note to apologize to his boss for being late later, and cautiously crossed the street to investigate. ‘Is there a person in here? What’s that noise?’, he thought to himself, testing the door handle. Of course it was locked. He crossed to the back door of the house. Something slammed against the door in front of him. ‘This could be really bad’, Seungcheol warned himself, but the thought of someone being in serious trouble overpowered his rationality. He turned the handle, and a body slumped out of the doorway.
‘Oh fuck, you’ve really done it this time Cheol, no more rescue missions for y-‘ his thought was interrupted by a loud groan. The corpse by his feet was still alive. “Oh my god, are you ok?” He frantically asked the not-quite-corpse .
“What the fucking hell do you think, dipshit?” The long haired person asked sarcastically, glaring up at him. A loud thumping echoed from upstairs, and the man(?) by his feet jerked his head up, then reached one hand up. Seungcheol stared down, confused. “Well, are you going to help me?”, the man asked, rudely. For a second, Seungcheol wondered if he even wanted to help this person. After a small pause, he grabbed his hand.
Another thud echoed down the stairs, then another, and another. Soon, a man was visible. And he looked pissed. And bloody. And he had a gun. Seungcheol didn’t know which trait was the worst. He didn’t have much time to look though, as the long haired man began dragging him away. A shot sounded, hitting behind where he was just standing. At this moment, Seungcheol decided that following the man that had a hold on his hand was the best option.
Some more shots fired behind him, and then he spotted a car nearby. The man next to him jumped in, and Seungcheol followed him in. The inside of the car was dark, but street lamps illuminated a man’s face in the driver’s seat. “Jeonghan, are you ok?”, the figure said, glancing back at the long haired man. Seungcheol heard rustling behind him and turned around just in time to see a boy raising a gun above his head, then everything went dark.