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part two hundred and fourteen
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team bbh [c] - based on JINO (2014) gunnin 4 dat golden boot
this entire summer road trip was chanyeol's idea to begin with. he had done all the planning himself ahead of time, booked their hotels all around the country, arranged tours and researched all the best scenic tourist spots and places to eat. "it'll be our grand graduation trip," he'd told baekhyun when he was trying to convince him to come with.
so the fact that they're now lost in the middle of nowhere, busan, in a torrential downpour at two in the morning, is basically chanyeol's fault.
"but the forecast for today said clear skies, with a 0% chance of rain," chanyeol moans, head bowed against the steering wheel.
kyungsoo scowls from the passenger's seat. "that's because you still had your weather app set to seoul, idiot. it's typhoon season down here."
"what do we do?" baekhyun asks, peering out the window. he can barely see anything—they're on a tinyass street with no lights and all the houses in the area chanyeol's been driving around for the past hour seem abandoned. the car inches forward and then jolts to a stop again as kyungsoo elbows chanyeol in the gut.
"don't fuck with the driver," jongdae snaps from next to baekhyun. "you're going to get us all killed."
"can we just find a place to stay for the night?" baekhyun groans.
"look," kyungsoo observes, pointing through the windshield. "i think i see lights."
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they're drenched through to the bone by the time they grab all their luggage from the car and make it up to the house. chanyeol knocks on the door, a hopeful look on his face, and the lamp over the door flickers once and goes out. he looks like a kicked puppy when he turns around again, shoulders slumped, back hunched over.
"if i have to spend the night in a cramped car with you three," kyungsoo starts, a murderous glint in his eye, but he doesn't get the chance to finish because the door swings open being chanyeol.
an elderly old woman who looks vaguely familiar smiles up at them, eyes squinting behind her thick coke-bottle glasses. "hello," she says, voice like nails on a chalkboard. "is there something i can do for you gentlemen?"
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baekhyun's clothes are soaked completely through. he squelches up the stairs with the others and leaves huge puddles of water on the floorboards behind them, arms aching from carrying their heavy suitcases to the third floor.
he and jongdae get to stay in the nice lady's creepy attic. it's dark and cramped and old and dusty, but it still feels better than getting stuck in chanyeol's car all night breathing in everyone else's body odor. "i call dibs on the shower," jongdae singsongs, and darts back down the attic stairs before baekhyun can even move.
"shit," baekhyun says, shivering in his drenched clothes. he goes to work stripping it off, laying it out to dry on one of the old wooden dressers in the attic. his suitcase takes a bit of work to unzip, but he finally gets it open and takes out a huge HBA shirt—one of chanyeol's that he'd appropriated the previous week—and shrugs it on over his chilly torso.
the attic window bangs open with a crash and baekhyun nearly jumps out of his skin.
"jesus," he says, watching rainwater blow in through the open window. he darts forward and manages to hoist it shut against the wind. the latch is broken. no fucking wonder. baekhyun glances quickly around the room and manages to heave another one of the heavy cabinets across the attic floor to stand in front of the window and keep it shut.
when he's changed out of wet pants and into comfortable, dry boxers, he falls back against the mattress on the floor. if jongdae wanted to steal the shower first, then baekhyun would take the bed. jongdae could deal with rolling out a sleeping bag on his own.
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half an hour later, jongdae still hasn't come back up. to make matters worse, as baekhyun's getting ready to go down to look for him, the power in the whole house seems to go out in a flash. when he pulls his phone out in an attempt to figure out where the others are, there's no fucking service. of course. luckily, baekhyun can use the backlight to find the flashlight he'd packed in his suitcase. he rummages through his luggage and flicks it on as his eyes adjust to the darkness.
this really is a creepy fucking house. there are old dolls stacked over every imaginable surface, lined on the old wooden cabinets and propped against floor. a life-sized mannequin in the corner of the attic nearly scares the bejeezus out of baekhyun when he pans his flashlight over it.
he edges his way around the attic down toward the stairs and takes them down, the wood creaking beneath his feet. "jongdae?" he says, tiptoeing forward. "kyungsoo? chanyeol? where are you guys?" no sign of any movement on the second floor of the house. it's somehow way colder down here than he remembered, too. baekhyun decides to go back down to the main landing and see if the old lady needed help with the radiator or the generator or something.
he nearly slips and falls when he steps in one of the huge puddles of water that he'd tracked on the stairs on his way up. he does get a nasty knock on his head from the staircase banister, and when he runs his hand over it he can feel the bump swelling. he takes care to watch himself as he goes down the rest of the steps.
"hello?" he says. his own voice echoes back at him. he shuffles toward the inside of the house, past the empty, cobwebby living room and the ashy fireplace.
baekhyun's flashlight passes over the mantel of the fireplace, and then baekhyun gets a good look at the mirror hanging above it.
he starts screaming.
instead of the normal old-person living room in the reflection, he can see a torture chamber laid out in all its terrible glory. jongdae's already inside, trapped in a never-ending shower. but it's the other person inside the mirror that wakes up all the fight-or-flight instincts inside him. a person who's supposed to be dead.
"surprise, bitch," jino says, reaching through the mirror to fist his hand in baekhyun's shirt collar. "bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.
Re: team bbh [c] - based on JINO (2014) gunnin 4 dat golden boot
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