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I am bout to post the next part so be prepared!MY JUNGWONNN WAHHH
Chapter 7:
Jungwon didn't look back. He couldn't. He was focused on the dense treeline ahead, trying to gain distance. But Chan was gaining. The disappointment in Chanβs eyesβthe way he looked at Jungwon not with rage, but with a cold, almost detached annoyanceβwas the most haunting part. It was as if he was merely correcting a mistake.
βNo, no, no,β you whispered, slamming your fists against the side of the boat, scrambling for the oars.
Chan caught up.
You saw him raise his arm. The scene slowed downβa brutal juxtaposition of the quiet, beautiful evening sky and the violent action about to unfold.
Jungwon didn't look back. He couldn't. He was focused on the dense treeline ahead, trying to gain distance. But Chan was gaining. The disappointment in Chanβs eyesβthe way he looked at Jungwon not with rage, but with a cold, almost detached annoyanceβwas the most haunting part. It was as if he was merely correcting a mistake.
βNo, no, no,β you whispered, slamming your fists against the side of the boat, scrambling for the oars.
Chan caught up.
You saw him raise his arm. The scene slowed downβa brutal juxtaposition of the quiet, beautiful evening sky and the violent action about to unfold.
MY JUMGWON!! NOOO WHAT HAPPENSS
Your about to find out.
Chapter 8 end of first book:
Jungwon stumbled over a tree root.
You screamed again, closing your eyes, unable to watch, just as a sharp, metallic clang echoed across the water, followed by a heavy silence that was more terrifying than your screams. When you opened your eyes, the shoreline was empty, but the boat was still drifting further and further into the dark, cold water. You were alone.
CLIFF HANGER!
Book two coming
Jungwon stumbled over a tree root.
You screamed again, closing your eyes, unable to watch, just as a sharp, metallic clang echoed across the water, followed by a heavy silence that was more terrifying than your screams. When you opened your eyes, the shoreline was empty, but the boat was still drifting further and further into the dark, cold water. You were alone.
CLIFF HANGER!
Book two coming
NO. LIFF HANGERRRRR RAHH
Don't worry I have it rn. Should I post it or wait until tmr
I mean Idrc, which ever is easier for u
Kay here you go then
Chapter 1 Book two:
Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic, sickening rhythm that matched the terrifying stillness of the shoreline. The silence that followed the clang was louder than your screamβa heavy, suffocating blanket that seemed to drown out the sound of the lake water lapping against the hull.
βJungwon!β you shrieked again, the sound tearing at your throat.
You stood up in the small boat, rocking it violently, heedless of the danger of tipping into the freezing black water. The shoreline was a dark blur of trees, and they were gone.
They were gone.
You grabbed the oars, your hands trembling so violently you could barely grip them. You had to go back. You had to see. But the panic held you paralyzed, a cold, icy dread rooting you to the spot.
Slowly, the silhouette of a figure emerged from the treeline.
It wasn't Jungwon.
It was Chan.
He was walking back toward the water's edge, his movements still, calm, and maddeningly unhurried. He was wiping his hand on a cloth, the sharp metal object gone. As he reached the edge of the trees, he turned, looking directly at the boat.
Even from this distance, you felt the weight of his gaze. It wasn't the look of a killer satisfied with his work; it was the look of a teacher who had just disposed of a failed experiment. The disappointment was still there, cold and detached.
He stood there, watching you drift, a silent sentinel in the encroaching dark. He didn't smile. He didn't make a move to come out into the water. He simply waited.
And you realized, with a sickening jolt, that the silence wasn't because it was over.
The silence was because you were next.
IT IS A LITTLE LONGER THAN USUAL BECAUSE I HAD MORE TIME TO WORK ON IT.
Chapter 2 Book two:
You froze, your breath catching in a throat suddenly dry as dust. Chanβs silhouette was a dark smudge against the treeline, his composure far more terrifying than any frantic aggression. He was waiting for you to break, for the fear to force you into a mistake.
But the silence was broken not by a sound from the shore, but by a wet, shuffling movement from the far side of the boatβs console.
You gasped, tearing your gaze away from Chan to look down.
It was Jungwon.
He was slumped against the hull, breathing in shallow, ragged rasps. His shirt was ruined, a deep, dark stain spreading quickly across his side, and his face was terrifyingly pale, slick with cold sweat. His eyes were unfocused, struggling to stay open, but as they locked onto yours, a spark of fierce, stubborn life lit them up.
"Go," he breathed out, the word barely audible over the lapping water. He tried to straighten up, to push himself up, but his wounded side gave out, forcing him back down with a sharp intake of breath. "You... you have to go."
You couldn't move. The sight of himβbroken, bleeding, yet still trying to protect youβshattered the paralyzing fear into a frantic, adrenaline-fueled desperation.
On the shore, Chan noticed the shift. He tilted his head slightly, the movement too slow, too deliberate. The silent sentinel began to walk, taking one slow step into the shallow water, his eyes fixed on the wounded figure on your boat.
"He's coming," Jungwon whispered, his hand tightening around a piece of broken gear on the deck, his knuckles white. He looked at you, a mix of apology and fierce determination in his gaze. "You can still make it. Take the engine."
But you weren't going to leave him. Not like this.
You moved towards him, diving for the emergency kit as the boat rocked, your eyes darting between your wounded friend and the man in the water, who was now ankle-deep, and still, watching.
You froze, your breath catching in a throat suddenly dry as dust. Chanβs silhouette was a dark smudge against the treeline, his composure far more terrifying than any frantic aggression. He was waiting for you to break, for the fear to force you into a mistake.
But the silence was broken not by a sound from the shore, but by a wet, shuffling movement from the far side of the boatβs console.
You gasped, tearing your gaze away from Chan to look down.
It was Jungwon.
He was slumped against the hull, breathing in shallow, ragged rasps. His shirt was ruined, a deep, dark stain spreading quickly across his side, and his face was terrifyingly pale, slick with cold sweat. His eyes were unfocused, struggling to stay open, but as they locked onto yours, a spark of fierce, stubborn life lit them up.
"Go," he breathed out, the word barely audible over the lapping water. He tried to straighten up, to push himself up, but his wounded side gave out, forcing him back down with a sharp intake of breath. "You... you have to go."
You couldn't move. The sight of himβbroken, bleeding, yet still trying to protect youβshattered the paralyzing fear into a frantic, adrenaline-fueled desperation.
On the shore, Chan noticed the shift. He tilted his head slightly, the movement too slow, too deliberate. The silent sentinel began to walk, taking one slow step into the shallow water, his eyes fixed on the wounded figure on your boat.
"He's coming," Jungwon whispered, his hand tightening around a piece of broken gear on the deck, his knuckles white. He looked at you, a mix of apology and fierce determination in his gaze. "You can still make it. Take the engine."
But you weren't going to leave him. Not like this.
You moved towards him, diving for the emergency kit as the boat rocked, your eyes darting between your wounded friend and the man in the water, who was now ankle-deep, and still, watching.
Ummm Chan what the heck is a person doing in your cellarβ¦. Do you need mental help?
I-is jungwon dead? β¦β¦ noooooooo yyyyyyy
Phew I thought he was dead
fr. I scared myself with this story nglPhew I thought he was dead