"Haah haaah" he jumped off the bed, so sweat-drenched that his combed cotton was sticking to his back. His eyes were wide. Unfocused eyes, trembling in disbelief.
It's 09:12.
Nanren remained motionless, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
The curtains were drawn all the way, the room shrouded in darkness without a speck of light.
His black silhouette, his body shrouded in complete darkness, stood as motionless as stone. On the contrary, his hands were trembling non-stop, like a malaria patient. Her veins swelled with rage as she gripped the mattress tightly and suppressed her violence. Fingers gripped the sheet as hard as claws.
His Adam's apple was quite prominent in the dark, slowly moving upwards as he swallowed. His lips were dry, and he licked them lightly, trying to moisten them with the tip of his tongue.
His breathing was uneven, his pupils dilated, sweat slowly making its way from his forehead to his jawline and down his neck to his collarbones.
Raising his hand, he massaged his wrinkled forehead, pressing his lips hard, hands rubbing his forehead, covering his face. Back slouched and hunched, shoulders low and head hunched.
He buried his face in his hands.
motionless.
***
It was the phone ringing at last that illuminated the dark room.
He finally seemed to have calmed down a bit. Even though he still can't get over the shock.
He slowly reached for his phone.
The phone was shaking in his hands, and the text on the screen affected him so much that he stopped breathing, causing his hands to shake again.
Eventually the screen turned off and the call stopped.
A few seconds of silence.
He was distracted, and it was the phone in his hands that he had definitely forgotten existed, which made him jump.
The hazy, sunken eyes slid back to the screen.
The screen reflected in his eyes.
He didn't answer.
The search is over and the last light is gone.
***
It was unclear how much time had passed, but the seconds passed as slowly as hours. He seemed to have lost all sense of time, let alone any sense of time.
She couldn't hear, couldn't see, or even think.
His mind was too empty and unfocused to even realize where he was.
He seemed to be slowly recovering. He was faced with emotions that were starting to shake instantly, like the end of the calm before the storm after a long period of stillness.
Her still and shaky breath began to quicken again and her calm heart began to beat like crazy.
The tremor in his hands was spreading through his body like a plague, and his slumped shoulders trembled like a ruined mountain.
"How…" his whisper vanished into the night, like a thin ooze escaping from his head that he had buried in his hands.
"Why..."
The harbinger of a weak and about to collapse mentality...
***
It's been a while.
It's 10:42.
One more time.
Right now it was the person she never wanted to answer and was afraid to open up.
Couldn't close.
He couldn't.
She was just looking at the caller's name.
Just like that.
He could feel it all inside him as the phone vibrated in his hands. A small force now had enough blow to bring him down.
The search ended, and the screen slowly faded into darkness after the room fell silent again.
***
A little later.
It's 00:27.
The phone was ringed once again.
by the same person.
Maybe his situation could have been a little better than before.
His dullness had diminished, but his fear had increased inversely.
***
Hours passed.
Hour
01:14.
He was still holding the same position without moving, but the call that came after all this time finally brought him to his senses a bit.
Although he didn't know how many missed calls, he had accidentally answered the call as shaky fingers tried to hang up.
His breathing slowed instantly and he couldn't even move. The long silence made him feel even more tense as his ears clenched to the sound of the phone.
Music playing in the background...
As a result of so many calls, he had unwittingly picked up the phone, and when there was no answer, his anger had peaked under the effect of the fuse that was fired.
As he was closing it, a stranger's voice was heard.
"Hello?"
A woman's voice? Isn't this phone his? What was the phone calling in a woman? He was definitely not one to give.
Wait, was that that other 'girlfriend'?
"Hello?" Still, he tried to answer as naturally as possible. But his dry throat made his voice hoarse.
"What are you Yun doing?" The woman spoke with a tone of interrogations, and she certainly didn't like it.
"Who are you ?" Maybe she was directly offended by her emotional instability.
"Oh don't be angry. It's just…he's drunk so I wanted to call his relative"
Nanren froze. It turns out that the woman's gruff tone was just a dream.
"heh"
He laughed mockingly.
His condition was dire.
He suddenly froze.
"Where is he ?" Was the rush in her voice too obvious?
The emotions he wanted to block were coming to the surface immediately. Like oil in water.
Is he drunk? Yun ?
Definitely not to be left alone!
"Sirens Bar..."
***
When he came to himself, he had already prepared and set off and was already in front of the bar. The real problem was that he couldn't get in.
No, not because he can't get in. He understood that the snake-shaped ring that Yun had given him a short while ago was a symbol that he had made his job easy enough to allow him to enter and exit such places easily.
The problem was that his feet couldn't move as if they were nailed to the ground.
He was very hesitant.
Yun can read body language and someone like him...
It was easy to read.
What will happen next?
No, he couldn't.
He took a step back.
But...
He was drunk. Drunk...
Shouldn't he understand?
He was afraid, but nevertheless, a sudden image that came to his mind caused him to officially leap forward.
Trapped inside women, Yun...
He knows Yun in his right mind. He certainly knows how to protect himself, as he will not attempt such a thing.
But what about the drunk?
As he did not know this, his fears increased exponentially in this situation.
If he got off the elevator and opened the door without stopping in front of the room, the state of the room was revealed. Alcohol-broken youths crept into seats, on top of each other, or on the floor.
Of course, her eyes only caught him as soon as he entered the room.
Yun closed his eyes and calmly fell asleep on the sofa.
"Oh" he was relieved.
What was this comfort for?
Because of the fit? Or not having women around?
It was definitely pathetic.
After a moment's hesitation, he moved forward. He couldn't sleep here, otherwise he could catch a bad cold as before.
The real question is how to take it.
Princess carry?
They were guaranteed to be on the news tomorrow.
He looked at her face. White and slightly pale. He always had such a pale face. I guess it was the effect of being a vampire.
His lashes resembled icicles. His eyebrows were not overly thick, nor were they thin like a girl. His white hair was messy.
His face looked softer.
A few buttons of his shirt were undone, showing his collarbone and almost part of his shoulder.
He lay defenseless, unable to resist even if he did something to him.
It was even better tonight.
Blood-red lips parted slightly.
Was he saying 'kiss me'? No, he was definitely inviting her. Although he did not understand body language, there was no other explanation for it.
Nanren swallowed.
The ever-bright golden eyes shone more misty and pale greenish tonight.
He turned around and grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his back.
This body seemed lighter than usual.
No, he was stronger.
He was walking lightly.
Meanwhile, the person on his back is trying to squeeze him, who is already on the edge of a cliff...
His soft breath tickled his neck.
Maybe he was one step closer to that deep void.
He was going to commit suicide.
One more step.
The real culprit was lying innocently on his shoulder.
There is no moonlight today.
The sky is clear, and everywhere that can be seen is magnificently adorned with stars.
An amazing moment.
Dark.
Footsteps, silence and just two people.
He could feel his body heat. It's like their bodies are one.
Even the thought of it is exciting.
He froze suddenly, his body stiff, having stopped walking. The person on his back opened his hazy and distracted eyes.
The criminal mercilessly dealt him another blow.
Soft lips kissing his neck, twitching slightly "Thank you kiss" The movements of his lips on her neck literally numbed that area.
His feet had softened, and this light weight had definitely increased at once.
Unable to carry this burden, his body collapsed to the ground.
-Season final-