Yongguk stood outside the door, pacing back and forth as he waited for his boss and Youngjae to come to their senses. He looked at the watch on his wrist – ten minutes. They had ten more minutes until the bomb went off but he knew they had made up their minds. They wanted to die tonight, together. He silently cursed before dropping his gun onto the floor. This was it, this was really ing it. The man walked towards the front door, carefully unlocking it and putting his hands up. “Don't shoot.” He said loudly as he stepped out from the building. His lips formed a little 'o' when he realized just how many police men there were – the place was completely surrounded. “Y'all ain't ing around, huh?” He muttered as policemen charged at him before slamming him into the door.
“This place is about to blow any minute now.” Yongguk said as they handcuffed him. “So, my recommendation is moving back some unless you're fine with blowing up too or being hit with flying debris, then by all means-”
“Put him into the highest security vehicle we have.” Yongguk looked towards the man who'd just spoken, it only taking him a moment to realize who he was. Youngjae's father. “I want everyone to step back.” And then he felt himself being forced to walk away.
“But, Youngjae's in there!”
“I can't risk it.” Mr. Yoo said, his expression cold and blank. “I can't risk these men.”
“But, he's your son!” Himchan screamed, grabbing Youngjae's father by his clothing. “He's your ing son!”
“Dad, you can't just leave Youngjae in there-”
And then Himchan took off, heading straight for the building, the teen following him. They screamed and kicked, thrashing as they tried to break free from the men who grabbed them, holding them firmly so there was no way to escape. “Let me ing go!” Himchan screamed, over and over, Junhong's sobs mixing in with his screams as they were pulled farther and farther away.
No, no, no -
“Youngjae, Youngjae, Youngjae-” Junhong sobbed, finally giving up trying to break free.
Mr. Yoo stared blankly at the building ahead, his hands curled into tight fists. There was nothing he could do, he told himself. He couldn't risk the lives of hundreds of men for one man, even if it was his own son. There was simply nothing he could do. He could hear the panicked voices of people around him, Himchan's screams and threats, Junhong's cries but he felt frozen, numb as he watched and then it happened -
“Youngjae!” Himchan screamed, covering his mouth in horror as he sank to the ground. “No.” He breathed, watching in horror as the building began to rip apart, fire consuming it. “No, no, no-” He tried to stand up but his legs wouldn't allow him.
“He's gone, Himchan-” Junhong sobbed, wrapping his arms around Himchan to keep him from getting up and running towards the building. “He's gone, he's gone-” He kept repeating over and over again but the words just weren't getting through to Himchan.
“No, no, no, he's not.” Himchan violently shook his head, trying to free himself from the teen's arms.
A black cloud covered the building, fire spreading throughout the remaining pieces and Mr. Yoo forced himself to look away. “Get these two somewhere safe.” He said to one of the officers. “I don't care where but they don't need to be here any longer.”
Himchan violently freed himself from Junhong's arms, running towards Mr. Yoo and punching him in the face. “How could you?!” He hissed, his face twisted in pure rage. “You ing monster-” Officers grabbed him again, pulling him away from the man. He kept screaming obscenities at the man, rage taking over him but deep down he knew there wasn't any point. It was too late, it was too ing late.
Youngjae was gone.
Jung Daehyun had won.
Yongguk stood outside the door, pacing back and forth as he waited for his boss and Youngjae to come to their senses. He looked at the watch on his wrist – ten minutes. They had ten more minutes until the bomb went off but he knew they had made up their minds. They wanted to die tonight, together. He silently cursed before dropping his gun onto the floor. This was it, this was really ing it. The man walked towards the front door, carefully unlocking it and putting his hands up. “Don't shoot.” He said loudly as he stepped out from the building. His lips formed a little 'o' when he realized just how many police men there were – the place was completely surrounded. “Y'all ain't ing around, huh?” He muttered as policemen charged at him before slamming him into the door.
“This place is about to blow any minute now.” Yongguk said as they handcuffed him. “So, my recommendation is moving back some unless you're fine with blowing up too or being hit with flying debris, then by all means-”
“Put him into the highest security vehicle we have.” Yongguk looked towards the man who'd just spoken, it only taking him a moment to realize who he was. Youngjae's father. “I want everyone to step back.” And then he felt himself being forced to walk away.
“But, Youngjae's in there!”
“I can't risk it.” Mr. Yoo said, his expression cold and blank. “I can't risk these men.”
“But, he's your son!” Himchan screamed, grabbing Youngjae's father by his clothing. “He's your ing son!”
“Dad, you can't just leave Youngjae in there-”
And then Himchan took off, heading straight for the building, the teen following him. They screamed and kicked, thrashing as they tried to break free from the men who grabbed them, holding them firmly so there was no way to escape. “Let me ing go!” Himchan screamed, over and over, Junhong's sobs mixing in with his screams as they were pulled farther and farther away.
No, no, no -
“Youngjae, Youngjae, Youngjae-” Junhong sobbed, finally giving up trying to break free.
Mr. Yoo stared blankly at the building ahead, his hands curled into tight fists. There was nothing he could do, he told himself. He couldn't risk the lives of hundreds of men for one man, even if it was his own son. There was simply nothing he could do. He could hear the panicked voices of people around him, Himchan's screams and threats, Junhong's cries but he felt frozen, numb as he watched and then it happened -
“Youngjae!” Himchan screamed, covering his mouth in horror as he sank to the ground. “No.” He breathed, watching in horror as the building began to rip apart, fire consuming it. “No, no, no-” He tried to stand up but his legs wouldn't allow him.
“He's gone, Himchan-” Junhong sobbed, wrapping his arms around Himchan to keep him from getting up and running towards the building. “He's gone, he's gone-” He kept repeating over and over again but the words just weren't getting through to Himchan.
“No, no, no, he's not.” Himchan violently shook his head, trying to free himself from the teen's arms.
A black cloud covered the building, fire spreading throughout the remaining pieces and Mr. Yoo forced himself to look away. “Get these two somewhere safe.” He said to one of the officers. “I don't care where but they don't need to be here any longer.”
Himchan violently freed himself from Junhong's arms, running towards Mr. Yoo and punching him in the face. “How could you?!” He hissed, his face twisted in pure rage. “You ing monster-” Officers grabbed him again, pulling him away from the man. He kept screaming obscenities at the man, rage taking over him but deep down he knew there wasn't any point. It was too late, it was too ing late.
Youngjae was gone.
Jung Daehyun had won.
การแปล กรุณารอสักครู่..