KQ ♤SCHOOL for the DAMNED♤(Editing)

Chapter 17: ♡The End♡

Hongjoong had to say, seonghwa did in fact look hot holding a gun. Both his boyfriends hotness can be focused on another time.
"Hongjoong I hear something up ahead",

"Let's go check it out", both put their guns up into stance, holding it with both had extended forward and one slightly bent, slowly moving to forword the opening of the corridor the flickering lights of the bulbs above not helping, dingy old buildings are never a good place to play cat and mouse.

Eight boys stared down the barrel of their guns, as did the pair stare down theirs.
"Its you?!",

"Oh felix",
Lowering the weapons the groups looked at the pair mostly seonghwa skeptically before frailing hands broke through the tightly packed group.

"Hongjoong?!", said a male, with black here and a sleeveless combat shirt.

"I'm here, chan", hongjoong said plainly as he sighed and lowered his weapon putting it back into his thigh holster.
The other seemed to take this as a sign to lower all weapons, the lot seemed generally young, but seonghwa had to admit there was one who seemed to be glaring at him but he brushed it off as to being wary that and because felix was chirping up a conversation with him, seonghwa smelt jelly.

"What are you doing here ?!",

"Chan, stop shouting, I'm here to find the roses, but I gotta ask what's up with the weapons", seonghwa noted how hongjoong didnt tell him the actual reason, was he testing him?

"Weapons courtesy of your brother, ofcourse who else. But what are you doing here Seokmin told me you would be with your brother", chan asked inquired clearly confused as to why hongjoong would be here after he had received whatever orders he was given.
Seonghwa didn't show it but he was a bit confused, was handed part of Hongjoong's family mafia? And why where they constantly talking in code ?

"Then I guess my brother must be here too then", seonghwa couldn't read what emotion hongjoong was talking in anymore, it was calm not hurried or pressuring seeming like if he was easing something into chan's head without explicitly saying it.

"How many have you found?", hongjoong asked, was it the roses?

"15 roses west seems cleared out",

"Then I'll stay clear of there then, you should get moving before the rest of roses are found", hongjoong had the information he needed. Chan gave a fancy curtsey before leading his group out, chirpy felix finished their conversation hastily before speed walking back into the group gun propped and reloaded.

"What was that about?", seonghwa asked,

"Just passing and receiving some information, radio the boys and tell them to stay clear of the west wing", hongjoong said as he walking into the corridor looking both ways before continuing straight, seonghwa caught up behind him after radioing the others and getting their affirmatives.

Dingy...dark and foggy it was like outside diffused inside the building, almost like a black and white nightmare. Roaming ghost just waiting to grab you by your ankles and drag you down to hell, maybe that'll easy your suffering more than being shot at.

Blood and bodies are never a nice sign especially when your only in a pair, but when its caused by your own hands that nervousness seeps away slowly just like the sticky blood on your fingers, the gun becomes uncomfortable but you hold it tight hand locked onto the weapon with fear.

Given the reasons it was safe so far they had encountered only a handful of the enemy men the most injuries they had were a few bruises and seonghwa had a small cut on his shoulder. Seonghwa understood now what hongjoong meant by being raised by his father, the way he killed was like a dance moves strategical coordinates so that his body had limited movement and more space to execute the deed.
Seonghwa could only pull a trigger his movement could never match hongjoong fluidity.