... For The Last Time

" Yah.. .", A voice roared and when the man turned he saw a black figure already launching for him with rectangular object

The second attacker used that object to beat anywhere possible on the first man who was trying all is possible to block the attacks but was falling miserably. He got battered until he fell backwards on the table.

The second attacker tossed away the object that was no longer functional and he walked to a chair.

Unfortunately the man on the table was not going down without a fight. While that one was picking up the chair , the other man pulled a keyboard from the table and he stormed to his attacker.

The only thing the second man heard was foot steps such that when he rotated, he got hit on the face with a keyboard and he hit the wall with his head before falling dangerously to the floor.

The other man continued hitting him on the back , neck and head with the keyboard until it lost all its keys and eventually broke. By virtue of this, his face got surrealistically mutilated

The victim being hit with the keyboard resisted the need to spew blood and he swallowed it before he pulled the leg of the chair and he hit his attacker on the knee causing him to fall to his fours, furthermore shattering his patella

He raised the leg of the chair to beat him but the man who was using the keyboard blocked it. Despite this, the second attacker let go of the leg and he hit the other man across the face with a fist causing him to fall to the floor and hit his face

Jung heard the grunting and he opened his eyes and that's when he saw the man was being attacked by someone.He could not see anything just two people fighting. Nonetheless he really had to breath and getting oxygen was approaching impossible. Plus he couldn't feel his lower body and was gradually surrending to a blackout

The man shot to him and continued hitting him even after he fell but then he retaliated and used the leg of the chair to hit him across the ribcage. Causing him to fall off but that didn't stop him as he pulled that keyboard and he hit him on the shoulder and on the forearm, noticeably cracking it.

The pain made him more aggressive and he held firm onto the leg and he hit his attacker, completely sending him to the floor. When he raised from the floor he jumped onto him and he pulled and twisted the broken arm, undoubtedly dislocating it

" Where is Jung?", Doyoung asked him because he now had a talking chance

The man didn't respond because he was foc. Doyoung reached for his face to pull off the mask he was wearing but that caused Doyoung to lose stability , at that instant he pushed him against the wall and he keep holding onto the mask and finally tore it off his face..

The unmasked man knelt on the ground and he was fighting the need to scream and cry because his arm hurt so much more than be assaulted with a chair.

Because his mask was out , he could not breathe properly as the gas was so much stronger at lower altitudes so he tried to elevate but his knee hurt.. he trembled so much..

Doyoung saw struggling to walk away and breath. But he didn't see his face and instead he crawled to the broken chair and he raised himself onto the chair .

Doyoung wanted to go and beat him till he told Jung but he felt like he would just collapse to the floor . Plus the fact that he got beat black and blue with a keyboard had made both his eyes swollen and significantly closed..

The unmasked man turned to look at Doyoung who was already staring at him .Both of them were hyperventilating and it seemed like neither had the strength to move.

His face had many scratches and his lips and nose wire bleeding . He was in too much pain but he could not leave that mask in his hands

The unmasked man rose and staggered to Doyoung .he went and pulled the mask out of his hands and he didn't even fight with it...

" Where is he?", Doyoung whispered as he felt the mask get pulled from his hand but he got no answer. His face and arms hurt so much and they were bleeding but something else hurt far much more than and that is the intense flame of saudade that he felt brewing .

He should have listened to his instinct when it told him not to let Jung go into the mission. He felt his eyes get hot and in the next five seconds he let down some tears.

He kept his head slanted cried without making a sound. All that dominated his mind was Jung and that he felt he would never hear his motherly mocking and his scolding.

All the times that he made Jung angry and made him irritated, came rushing to him. But despite these, he knew Jung was secretly fond of his company. He never changed his mobile pin to something complex. At first it was San s number and then it became Doyoung s birthday, the product code of Doyoung s favorite meat or Doyoung s name in numbers where every letter of the alphabet s position was used to code it. Jung never uninstalled any games that Doyoung liked nor does he recall a time that Jung ever told him to leave the kitchen or any place at all.

He knows he had made some bad decisions but of all the decisions he made one that he regrets the most is not holding on to Jung. And now he has potentially lost him forever...

When he was just about to let down some more tears , a very hard object hit him across the face sent him from the chair to the floor, landing him face first.

He kicked like a dying dog as he struggled to get out of the floor but then he heard boots being dragged and leaving the room .

And then in the next ten seconds the door closed softly, leaving Doyoung feeling like his facial skin is getting peeled off his cranium.

" Jung -Ah, am sorry", he cried and he tried his best once more not to throw up blood as he absolutely cannot leave his DNA here.His kicks slowly lost momentum as lost gallons of blood .

He faced to the table not realizing that as the life trickled out of him, he was directed to the one person who never made him feel like a pawn..

As for Jung, he was now unconscious underneath the table. He had held on for far too long that there was no longer any sufficient oxygen reaching his vital organs. At this point the bleach gas that he had inhaled toxic amounts of had successfully poisoned his blood and was slowly killing his cells, especially his cardiac and respiratory. Theoretically speaking he has less than twenty minutes of life left...

***

He laid against the door and he placed his free hand on the earcom.

" They are alive", he spoke and he turned to look at the surrounding.

" Meet MinHyun in the parking lot", the earcom spoke to him and he was already leaving but then he hesitated..

'Jung 'was underneath the table the whole time that means he inhaled too much off the gas and he could be dying

"JongWoon will come do a double clean", the earcom added and he let his guard down. JongWoon will handle everything

He propped himself off the panel and he swayed for a few steps before he felt like falling to the ground. He had too many situations where a concussion was induced so he was incredibly dizzy.

He dragged himself and he walked to the corner when the elevator opened and JongWoon rushed to him

" Han-Nim!!", He caught him but he accidentally grasped onto his broken arm

DongHan groaned and told him to let go of him .

JongWoon immediately let go and he created a long distance hug around him

" It's not locked and give the one under the table more detoxant. ", DongHan instructed him and he passed him and headed to the elevator.

JongWoon worried for him but nothing can kill DongHan, if anything that thing would die trying..

" He is coming down", JongWoon told the earcom and he turned it off before going to the computer room

(Eight minutes later))

The elevator for the basement opened and it reveled DongHan seated on the floor..

MinHyun jumped from the car hood where he was seated and and he ran to the elevator..

DongHan looked like graffiti, all bruised and worn out. He raised his eyes to MinHyun and he tried to smile because MinHyun looked God-awfully poignant in black and under the elevator light plus he smelled like lavender

" Aishh, you look like hell", he told him ad he offered him his hand but then DongHan said MinHyun will have to carry him because everything except his hair hurts

" Please", he begged him sarcastically with his eyes closed and smiled like he is losing his breath.

In the next four seconds, MinHyun strategised a way to ti carry him without hurting him

After five attempts, he had DongHan on his back and he carried him to the white German machine..

He open the passenger door, rotated and lowered him down. Immediately then he supported DongHan onto the chair and he shifted his body comfortably. He then pulled his legs inside and he covered him with a beige soft blanket. Afterwards he stepped back and closed the door.

He exhaled heavily and he walked to the driver side . He heard some rustling and he looked in the empty parking lot. There was a few cars but there seemed nothing . He partly frowned and he tapped on his earcom

" We are leaving the lot", he spoke and he turned off the earcom. He opened the door and got on the driver s seat. After turning on the car, he adjusted the blanket over sleeping DongHan

" Scan is complete. Mortality is near twenty percent and declining.", the computer screen spoke. It displayed an 4d x-ray of DongHan

While at that the computer displayed a call from JongWoon and he immediately picked up

" MinHyun, One has foamed up and the other one doesn't have a pulse", JongWoon screamed

" Mortality is below fifteen percent. Vital organs are compromised. Seek professional help. Nearest hospital is ten minutes away", the computer dictated and highlighted red areas over eighty percent of the x-ray.

" MinHyun, what do we do?? ", JongWoon asked with a noticeable panic in his voice but he got no response