Chapter 42

Chapter 42

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After changing locations, the group worked hard to build a decent campfire. They had the materials and the knowledge, so there was no reason they couldnt create one. No one in the group was foolish or unaware enough to fail to do something theyd already done before.

Particularly Park Dahoon, who remembered the detailed instructions while working with Lee Jaehun to build the campfire.

First, they created a small spark and used dry newspaper to start the fire. Then, they transferred the flame to larger logs and carefully blew on it to keep it alive. The result was a pretty good campfire. While they knew the method, the effort required to actually make one was significant.

After exchanging a few words of thanks, a heavy silence settled over the group.

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No one spoke easily.

Me included.

Park Dayoung, one of the younger team members, propped her chin on her hand and looked around at the group.

The person who had been taking care of us, Kwon Yeonhee, seemed drained and sat down after a bout of crying. Her eyes were vacant, as if her spirit had been sucked away. It appeared she was deeply affected emotionally.

However, she wasnt the only one with problems.

Were running out of water. Should we make a trip to the lake?

It is an urgent matter, but lets wait until the director wakes up to form a team. We need to protect him since hes unconscious.

That makes sense.

At first glance, it seemed they were pulling themselves together and having a constructive conversation, but Park Dayoung knew better. In reality, they were merely voicing whatever information seemed plausible in their heads.

And somewhere in their minds, they were likely thinking:

Am I being too harsh?

Park Dayoung curled up as she watched her brother. Park Dahoon blinked at her gaze and soon sat down next to her. His silent, solid presence brought her a sense of relief.

In her line of sight was a man who appeared dead asleep.

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Unable to bear looking any longer, she buried her head.

I was happy.

When that person first called out to them. When they were hiding awkwardly behind trees, hesitating like frightened mice, and feeling an instinctive envy at the strange sense of camaraderie among the group. Yet, despite their fear, they followed these adults they had never seen before, holding their breath.

When someone they thought wouldnt even know of their existence called out to them as if they had been waiting. That moment had brought genuine happiness.

Hell wake up, wont he?

There was relief in having found a place to rest.

Hes not dead, right?

He was almost dead when he came here

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Yeah, hell be okay.

Park Dayoung felt a slight pang of guilt for brushing off her brothers clumsy attempt to comfort her. She held back from openly apologizing because of an unspoken agreement between them.

Instead, she repeated the same words over and over like a broken doll.

Hell be okay.

And so, she wanted him to keep living.

She hoped he wouldnt die.

Hes a good adult.

That was the reason.

In fact, objectively speaking, Lee Jaehun couldnt exactly be described as a good adult.

His tone was sharp, and his personality was sensitive. It was clear at first glance that he was the type to get angry over mistakes rather than offer generous understanding. He didnt fit the common image of a good adult.

But thats just a problem on the surface.

It was just a shield or wrapper surrounding him; in reality, he wasnt like that. Human nature always shows when one is in need.

His words and expressions may seem that way, but

Everything was built on his own sacrifice. Everything was aimed at the safety of the rest of the group, excluding himself. Didnt this reveal Lee Jaehuns true intentions?

He was a good adult. At the very least, he was someone who could kneel down on one knee to meet a child at eye level.

Such a

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Such a good person.

Good people

What?

Nothing.

Park Dayoung swallowed her words and gently lifted her head.

Do good people always die young?

The first thing she noticed was the bright red shirt. The suit vest was already stained black, and the bandages covering the empty spaces were no longer white. It meant there was not a single unscathed spot left.

Who could look at him and say he was fine?

Doc, doctor Doctor, please.

Park Dahoons face rapidly turned pale.

Before he could even call out with his blood-drained, ghostly white face, the doctor was already looking at the patient. When the group sensed something was wrong, the doctor was in the midst of checking Lee Jaehuns condition.

Ha Sungyoon firmly grabbed Lee Jaehuns shoulders as he struggled as if he couldnt breathe.

Sir? Sir, can you hear me?

Kehk, urgh, hmmm

Damn it.

The doctor busied himself, checking his eyelids and mouth, then muttered a quiet curse. He quickly turned the patients cheek to face the ground. The whole process was swift, but Lee Jaehuns coughing and groaning didnt subside.

The doctor frowned as Lee Jaehun reached a hand to his own neck. He swiftly grabbed one of the patients hands and pressed it down forcefully on the ground. The grip was strong enough that the patient would likely feel pain when he regained consciousness.

The other hand, which the doctor couldnt catch, scratched at his own neck, causing blood to pool under the raised nails. The movements were slow but agitated.

Rip.

The sound of skin tearing echoed as the already bruised skin split open.

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Jung Inho watched the scene in shock.

The deep mistrust and faint fear were kept hidden in his dark eyes, unable to express them outwardly. Despite this, a small, breath-like sound escaped him, causing his lips to twitch slightly.

The doctor, undeterred, called out to Jung Inho.

Jung Inho-ssi, hold down his wrists and arms together.

Whats going on?

Hard to say.

Ha Sungyoon continued speaking fluidly.

He must be under a lot of stress.

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Hes completely unconscious. Is it a seizure? Maybe not There were no internal injuries in the throat, so maybe its deeper down in the respiratory tract

The doctor muttered to himself calmly, though he seemed uncomfortable. Jung Inho remained silent, noticing the familiar expression the doctor often showed when treating Lee Jaehuns injuries.

The doctor listened to Lee Jaehuns chest, and for once, his expression twisted with concern. Jung Inho thought the doctor was likely annoyed by the lack of a stethoscope. It seemed like he was trying his best to pick up on any clues.

After almost three minutes had passed.

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Oh.

Lee Jaehuns movements stopped.

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A cold wave of fear crawled up his spine.

The doctor, who had been listening to Lee Jaehuns chest, looked up with wide eyes, and Jung Inho couldnt make sense of what it meant.

Why, what happened?

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Huh.

He just stared at the man lying still with his eyes wide open.

He thought the wrists he was holding seemed a little colder, but he couldnt be sure.

So, this is what it means.

Initially, Lee Jaehuns movements werent very pronounced, so it was unclear whether he had simply calmed down or if something else was at play.

A blank canvas spread across his mind.

Director.

His voice did not waver.

There was no response to the soft call, perhaps unsurprisingly.

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A chilling silence settled among the group.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Then several more seconds passed.

The sound of shattering glass of varying sizes echoed in his ears, drumming against his eardrums, while his nose felt stuffed with dense cotton, making him hold his breath. The sound of his heart beating too loudly within his rib cage caused pain throughout his body.

He forced himself to take a jagged breath, struggling to swallow it down.

Director?

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The deathly pale Director Lee Jaehun opened his eyes.

And a few seconds later, he coughed up blood.

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