quokkabite - Tumblr blog

quokkabite · 10 days ago

Text

⋆.˚𖦹°‧✮‧°𖦹˚.⋆ ERROR 404

pairing ~ yang jeongin x fem reader

synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?

warnings ~ gen, erm dead body, blood, fighting, innie death reveal 🤯

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

Ch 9 ~ BLACKMAIL (1.9k)

Hyunjin is frozen in front of you, the memory ending there. With your eyes glued to Hyunjin, you don't notice Jeongin approaching you from the side, hand outstretched and hovering over your arm. Thinking better of it, he drops his hand and clears his throat instead. Through unshed tears you look over to him, an expression on his face that you can't quite read.

"There's more," Jeongin says softly, the air around you fragile. "Any second now..."

A pounding on the door catches your attention, your head snapping toward the sound. Your eyes find Past-Jeongin walking in the front door, calling out for his friend. When he sees Hyunjin on the floor still covered in blood, his eyes widen, and when he sees the body in the kitchen, he freezes by the armchair. The air stills, Jeongin glancing back and forth between the two, throat bobbing and hand now clutching onto the chair.

Slowly, he joins Hyunjin on the floor. Soft sobs escape Hyunjin's lips as his head is pulled onto Jeongin's lap, arms wrapping around the boys torso. For a long time, they sit like this. It's hard to read the expression on Present-Jeongin’s face, but the one of the past looks calculating, like he’s weighing something in his mind.

"I'll be right back," Jeongin whispers, helping Hyunjin into the armchair.

Handing his friend the box of tissues off the coffee table, he instructs the boy to try cleaning himself up as much as he can. After Hyunjin accepts the box, Jeongin heads up the stairs to the right, eyes looking at anything but the body on the kitchen floor. You follow him up.

As soon as the bathroom door closes behind him, he's clutching onto the sink and trying hard not to get sick. Jeongin takes a deep breath, body trembling and no longer able to stand. You join him on the floor as he slides down, back against the cupboards. There isn't a lot of time before Hyunjin will come looking for him.

"God, Hyunjin," Jeongin whispers, face crumpling. "What are we supposed to do?"

It takes him a few more minutes to stand again, his face still pale and hands still shaking, but he flushes the toilet and leaves the room. You follow Jeongin into Hyunjin's room, looking around to see all the little bits of your brother you never got to see- and probably never will.

The walls are decorated in art prints, both original and bought mixed together. An easel sits by the window collecting dust, and you spot another copy of the script he had in his bag peeking out from underneath his bed. Papers litter the desk, but you don't have time to take a closer look as Jeongin is quick in the room, only coming in to grab some new clothes.

Following Jeongin back down the stairs, you almost collide with him, not that you really can, as he stops suddenly before descending. His hand pauses above his jeans pocket, as if trying to make a silent decision. With a nervous swallow, Jeongin slips his phone out and opens some kind of recording app. He hits the button and shoves the phone into his hoodie this time, the loose fabric allowing for the microphone to pick up more. You can’t help but wonder why.

"What took so long?" Hyunjin's voice shakes as he accepts the clothes from Jeongin with clean hands, freshly washed. The blood on his neck and arms is gone too.

"Couldn't decide on a good outfit," Jeongin tries teasing lightly, but it's strained. "Get changed, okay? Then we can figure something out."

Hyunjin nods and gets to it. You turn around as he tosses his shirt off, clearly comfortable in the presence of Jeongin. Unfortunately, this has you facing the gruesome scene in the kitchen. Tiles are stained with red around the body, a large pool of blood now formed. How do humans have so much blood? Before your mind becomes stuck in these thoughts beginning to swirl, something blocks your view.

"You shouldn't have to see that," Present-Jeongin whispers, shaking his head.

Everything in you wants to leave this place with him, say screw it, who cares what happens? But another, bigger part of you needs closure, and he needs it too. You need to get to the bottom of this. A sick feeling pools in your stomach, unrelated to the dead body barely hidden from sight- something about this situation feels wrong. Your eyes don't leave Jeongin until the conversation behind you starts back up.

"I-I was thinking, while you were upstairs-" Hyunjin's breathing is coming in short, panicked gulps. "We have to move him. Maybe- maybe the lake?"

"Lake Haven?" Jeongins eyebrows furrow; Hyunjin nods quickly. "Just... dump him there? Won't that be suspicious?"

"No." A bitter laugh escapes Hyunjin's throat. "He's been drinking. They'll just think he finally had a bit too much."

Jeongin's lips part to say something, but close again after a moment of silence. Silently, you watch as the two of them head into the kitchen, Jeongin walking over to the small closet while Hyunjin crouches next to his fathers- no, your fathers body. A small noise slips from Hyunjins lips and he covers his mouth, new tears forming in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out, pressing his palms into his eyes as he stands back up. "I'm sorry."

A hand rubs up and down his back gently as Jeongin joins him. It's hard to watch as they attempt to pack the body in trash bags. When they leave the house, you can sense the memory is over. There's no more blood on the floor, no more hints of the life once lived here... only you and present-day Jeongin.

"What now? We go back to the lake?" You ask, breaking the silence.

Jeongin shakes his head. "No. We need... we need to go to the bridge."

You don't question his sudden sureness, only nod and let him guide you out of the house. Taking one last look over your shoulder at the empty house, you swear you see someone in the upstairs bedroom window. If it’s anyone, it won’t matter soon. You’re almost to the bottom of this mystery.

Night sets in as you drive to the bridge, Jeongin by your side the whole time. How he’s still got enough energy to be here right now is beyond you, especially with the emotional toll this evening’s events have taken on you. You can’t even begin to imagine what he might be feeling and thinking, discovering something as big as this happened just before his own death. The bridge is quiet as you pull over, hearing the sounds of the highway underneath as you exit your car.

“Here we are,” you exhale, leaning against the railing and waiting for something to happen.

“Here we are.” Jeongin repeats, settling in next to you. He looks over to you, a sad smile on his face. “Thank you. For everything. You didn’t have to do this or go this far, but you did. I’m… I’m gonna miss you.”

“Oh, Jeongin.” You turn your body to face him better, unable to find it in yourself to tease him in what could be your final moments together. “I’m going to miss you too. I wish we could have more time together.”

“Kinda sucks, this whole dead thing,” Jeongin lets out a breathy laugh. “Especially after meeting someone as lovely as you.”

There are tears forming in your eyes, and for a moment, you think the figures coming toward you are a trick of the light before shouting follows. Wiping your eyes, the two of you are alert now, watching one of the bodies come into view.

“Admit it!” Hyunjin stalks behind Jeongin, now looking extremely similar to how you first met him, the same clothes on his body and the same shaggy haircut. “You knew it was down to us. You- you were going to use that against me-”

“Why would I do that?” Jeongin whirls on Hyunjin, hands in the air. “Is that what you think of me? A- a liar? A cheater?”

“No, that’s why I’m so hurt,” Hyunjin says, his voice low. “There’s no other reason you would have something like that saved after so long.”

“It’s been what, a few months?” Jeongin shakes his head. “That isn’t long-”

“And that isn’t my point!” Hyunjin snaps, throwing something to the ground.

Jeongin’s phone lands by your feet, and you’re a little surprised it didn’t even crack with how hard Hyunjin threw it. Now you can see what Hyunjin was looking at, the saved recording staring up at you. Oh. This does not look good for Jeongin at all.

“I figured out your plan.” Hyunjin takes slow steps toward Jeongin, venom in his voice. “After everything, you wanted to steal this from me too. Hwang Hyunjin, always second to his best and only friend.”

“What-” Jeongin starts, but is cut off by a loud, frustrated noise from Hyunjin.

“Don’t interrupt me!” There are hysterical tears now streaming down Hyunjin’s cheeks. “Don’t! I worked so hard for this role, and you were going to show them that recording and take it all away from me, right?”

“No.” Jeongin gives Hyunjin a panicked look, his friend now practically pinning him against the railing. “Hyunjin, I would never do that to you. I can back out if that’s what you want.”

Hyunjin groans loudly, clearly frustrated. “I want you to admit that you think I’m pathetic, that I’m a monster after what I did. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me now.”

“How I- what?” Jeongin steps back, the railing hitting his back. He glances over, realizing the dangerous set up, and speaks frantically. “Hyune, I only listened to it again because I couldn’t remember what it was, and I only recorded it in the first place just in case! In case of- of- I don’t know!”

Hyunjin laughs dryly, followed by a choked sob. “In case you needed to testify or something? Turn me in?”

“No! No, not at all.” Jeongin places a hand on Hyunjins chest, fingers trembling ever so slightly. “I was going to delete it, I swear.

“Problem is, I don’t believe you.” A sob leaves Hyunjin’s lips, his head now resting on Jeongin’s shoulder. “I can’t let you have this role, Innie. It’s my only way out of here. I can’t.”

Jeongin wraps his arms around his friend, trying to comfort the best he can. You watch from the side, seeing Hyunjins expression change from one of sorrow to a scarily blank face. He pulls away from Jeongin, hands gripping the boy's upper arms tightly. For a second, everything looks okay. Only for a second.

Hyunjins grip tightens. “I’m sorry.”

A scream is trapped in your throat as the rest of the memory plays out, seeing Jeongin struggle against Hyunjin in his final moments. You find yourself clinging to ghost-Jeongin’s arm, your other hand covering your mouth as Hyunjin shoves his best friend over the edge, almost falling down himself. Although the memory isn’t quite over, you can’t stop yourself from running to look over the railing as a car horn goes off, the sound of the crash beneath the bridge fading as you get closer.

There’s nothing. Nothing but a voice behind you.

“You shouldn’t have come here.” You recognize the cold tone of Hyunjin’s voice without having to turn around and see him. “I tried to warn you.”

Before you can do anything else, something hits your head-hard-and you go sprawling on the pavement. Your phone skitters away from you, but you manage to crawl to it and type out a final message as black dots swim in your vision. Someone is humming in your ear as the world turns to darkness.

notes ~ almost done! second last chapter- how are we feeling?

taglist ~ @chaeryred @toplinelix @channie-143 @bloomingstay @sona1800 @dollschan @defnotfertilizedtoesw @thisisnotjacinta @kayleigh-28 @kayleefriedchicken @lailac13 @linocvp1d @ilov3jeong1n @mooseung @kkamismom12 @sillyhal @rensahazard @estella-novella @emi-han

#I NEED THE LAST CHAPTER *NE-OW*#⋆.˚𖦹°‧✮‧°𖦹˚.⋆ ERROR 404 #lake 🍓#i really didn’t think you would do this to me

43 notes · View notes