(Year 9)
CAMBIAMENTO DI FEDE
"I'm sorry, Chief. It was on the entreaty of the Special Investigation Head, Kang."
Choi hoisted his hands against the work-table, leering at Hoseok, whilst he rolled his eyes blatantly.
"Why did you permit Baekhyun to proceed to the grave-yard, Choi? How did they find out? I told you nothing was to be obtained by the corporate!" The indignant voice of the Chief blustered, angrily.
"Chief! I'm sorry. I informed the Special Investigation Bureau the case was certified. However, they feel disposed to let Baekhyun visit the burial ground, today, at 2 pm." Choi abruptly altered his tone and stilted his poise. Meanwhile, Hoseok barely careened himself on his seat.
"Do you know what serious impediments I have to face if Kang is embroiled in this case? What if the word spreads out?"
"I'm sorry, Chief." Said Choi retreating tardily to melancholy.
"You will be sorry, Choi. Let this affair settle, and you'll recognize just how much competence my position holds. Start packing your valuables from my office now." The Chief grasped his suitcase with his sweaty hands and turned around to leave. His words of impenetrable obscurity left Choi in a sundry of contrasting emotions.
"Now-?" Choi stuttered, and the gates slammed shut.
"HOSEOK, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" He yelled dazed with grief, as the Chief left through the gateway, extremely piqued.
"You promised me that a private organization maneuvers this case." Hoseok rejoindered.
"Are you joking right now?" He snickered deranged.
Hoseok's glare stabbed daggers, as it fell upon Choi.
"It's no time to take revenge! I will get fired because of you!" Choi pleaded. "I told you we'll liberate Baekhyun. Why didn't you listen?"
"I did."
"What?" Choi asked, chuckling maniacally. "You did?"
Hoseok gazed dispassionately at Choi, as he slipped his hands into his pocket. He callously trudged to his car and sat behind the vehicle. Choi noticed him conscientiously buckle his seat-belt, and let out a weary sigh. He ran promptly to Hoseok's car but stopped mid-way. Choi realized what he had to do.
He simpered in retaliation, as he dashed back into his office.
"BAEKHYUN!" He hollered. "You lunatic... I'm going to kill you." Choi thrashed his fist onto Baekhyun's abdomen, as blood spurted from his velvety lips. Baekhyun bit his lips in annoyance and perched from his seat. Choi glared precisely in his apathetic eyes. "Why? Do you crave more?"
Baekhyun didn't respond. He peered dead-pan at his cuffs. Choi huffed in disapproval. "It won't happen."
Choi accessed near him and grabbed his hands raspingly. "Let's go."
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(Baekhyun's P.O.V)
I infiltrated the prolonged, shriveled fields convened with tombstones.
An incessant thought hightailed through my mind. 'Could Hoseok have possibly disclosed the note I had written?'
I stalled past innumerable tombstones, counting as I stooped and ambled; '1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8-' Forthwith, my breath hitched in my throat, as tears spurted out promptly at the preceding stone;
"I... Eomma?"
"I've come... Just like you wanted me to."
The wind blustered like a taunting howl, disheveling my hair. I fell to the ground, unwittingly. "You called for me... Why?" Tears dribbled down my blemished cheeks, as I whimpered and mourned. "I couldn't save... Aerie."