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“Sang-wook.” The man whimpered, not a sound Sang-wook was used to hearing from him. “He’s gone.” His eye were blown wide with panic, he was breathing too fast. Choi Yoon-Jae was gone. The tape littered the ground. The man took small, stumbling steps back, falling hard back into Sang-wook’s chest.
“Hey, look at me. Breathe. In- out,” he directs, “in- out, there you go, in- out,”
They’d just come back from the man helping Sang-wook escape, they came back to check, make sure he hadn’t tried to escape. Instead it seemed like he succeeded. “Come in, we need to lock the door.” He nods and steps in, kicking the tape to the side. The other man, still shaky, locks the door.
“Have a smoke,” he hands the man cigarette and lights it for him, before lighting his own. The man puffed out a ring, Sang-wook chuckled, sent his own through it. “Unless he killed himself, which I doubt he would, he has to be in this building still. We should lay low for a bit, those people think I’m gonna transform cause I was bit, we need to wait until it’s clear I won’t,”
“Makes sense, do you know if he has a first aid kit? We should get you patched up.” Sang-wook shakes his head.
“I’ll do it myself, no offense to you I just-“
“I get it, you’re fine,” he throws the injured man a roll of tape. Sang-wook wraps his shoulder in the bright green roll.
“It’s freezing in here, heat must’ve stopped working,” he grumbles.
“He has pretty thick sheets in the closet, he has a mink blanket too,” the man pauses and looks at Sang-wook, “on second thought I hate the idea of using any of his blankets.”
“Yeah, they should probably be burned.” He grunts. “I’ll be back, you stay here, don’t unlock the door for anyone but me, okay?” The other man nods. It takes about half an hour, but when Sang-wook comes back, he has food, some warm clothes, a blanket, and food. He has it all stuffed into a hiking pack on his back and a backpack around his front. He also found more cigarettes.
“Now we don’t need to use this creep’s stuff.” He gives the other man a gentle smile. “We’ll find him, and we’ll kill him.and we’ll make it hurt,” he reassures. “Let’s get some rest, c’mere,” he pulls the man close to him and puts the blanket over them, folding up some of the sweatshirts under their heads for pillows.
“If you aren’t comfy I can put on a sweatshirt and go without a blanket.” The man offers.
“This is perfectly fine, besides, we’ll be warmer this way,” he mumbles, he pulls the man into him more, and the two of them fall asleep.
“I can’t seeeeeeee, I can’t seeeeeeee!” Is the sound the wakes the two of them in the morning, Sang-wook quickly covers the man’s mouth and puts a finger to his own lips.
A few hours later, Sang-wook finally moves, he glances out the door, throwing a bottle somewhere down the hall. He sighs when nothing happens, “All clear, let’s eat something, we need to keep our energy up.” He digs into the bag and throws a protein cookie towards the other man, “Your favorite,”
“You suck.” He laughs, he eats it anyways. “All of this is so fucked,”
“Yeah,” they eat, Sang-wook leans on his shoulder and falls back asleep. Then a commotion wakes the two. Screaming, running, crashing, a loud thumping, then an even louder thump, further down this time. Sang-wook looks out the window and beckons the other man over, they view the horror on the ground together.
A news report comes on the tv a few days later, it’s officially not contagious. It’s safe to go downstairs now, in some way at least. They bring the food, clothes, and blanket with them, and they encounter the man. They lay into him, kicking him, slamming him into walls. He gets away, they bring the food to the surviving party.
“Let’s go, I got what we needed.” He nods at the other man. They head back into the building’s higher floors. The door next to his unlocks, and it’s the worst thing either of them had ever seen. The other retches in his mouth as he rips down the pictures of himself, angry tears streaming down his face as he slides down the wall. They were worse, some things he didn’t remember.
“We’re gonna kill him, we’ll kill that fucker.” Sang-wook growls.
The two of them descend the stairs recklessly, and Sang-wook gets ambushed, two hammer strikes to the head. “You’re just as cute as the day I found you, too big for my liking now but nothing to be done,” Sang-wook slams his hand out and grabs the hammer, and Choi Yoon-jae starts running, Sang-wook traps him to the ground, and the other man stomps on his abdomen, tears still streaming down his face as he growls.
“FUCK you,” he stomps on the man’s hand, “I should kill you a thousand times over,”
Sang-wook takes over, he’s saying something but the other man barely hears it. He gently follows as Sang-wook drags the dead body outside. He pulls the shutters closed, still outside.
“SANG-WOOK-“ the other man screams in panic, running forward and grabbing the chained shutter. “Please, come back inside, I’m begging you,” he whimpers for the second time in the past week. Sang-wook collapses, and the others help pull him back inside.
“Sang-wook,” he smiles when the man wakes up, “Oh you’re alive,” tears well up in his eyes, “I didn’t think you were gonna live.”
Sang-wook climbs out of the bed, “let’s have a smoke,” he suggests. The other nods.
The man hands Sang-wook a cigarette, lights it between his teeth, then he lights his own. He jokingly blows a cloud of smoke at Sang-wook, and from the obstruction, Sang-wook emerges, face close, eyes a silent question. The other man just closes his eyes and tilts his head, their lips press together softly.
“I will always be glad to be yours,” he assures quietly, “It’s my greatest duty.”