Horizon (traitor) //ateez ff

prisoners

You woke up feeling the heat and the beam of the sun blinding your closed eyelids. The alarms that sounded like a firetruck were no help at all. It just made your eardrums quake and shatter. Well, the good news was that was not really true, it just hurt.

What you didn't know is that- "I'm late!"

You rushed through your bathroom and quickly clean yourself. Once you were done, you put on a messy bun and get ready to be pushed down by that infamous bully on your school-

Charot (joke).

There was an undeniable foul smell coming from the feet of Jongho. It was all fun getting dragged by the feet, by what he thought was the kid, Sannie acting up again, bugging him again, but the smell was something he could not stand right now.

Was it really his feet?

Or the person dragging him?

"T̶h̶i̶.̶.̶.̶s̶.̶ ̶T̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶S̶u̶n̶f̶i̶s̶h̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶W̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶p̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶a̶l̶o̶.̶.̶.̶n̶e̶.̶"

He barely talks, he couldn't even mutter a single word properly without it sounding like a drunken guy.

Jongho tries his best to brush off the feeling of disgust he kept experiencing with the same foul smell, but as his feet get dragged more further to whatever place they are right now, the smell grows and widens its range.

The squeezing of his head and stomach turned into a grim discomfort as he felt like throwing up the tiniest amount of food he had yesterday morning to keep his shape.

"S̶t̶o̶p̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶p̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶.̶.̶.̶"

'Bonk!'

The sound echoed in the spacious space. The feeling was... Now pain rather than discomfort from nausea a while ago.

Jongho groaned loudly as a very thick, firm object greeted his peacefully-minding-its-own forehead- that eventually, just rested in-between his head and body staying put in its place, the neck, obviously.

He could tell that it was like someone headbutted him to wake from his slumber from all the snoring he made in his sleep. He would loop his inaudible words of agony, but the pain wouldn't get annoyed of his mouth and just get rid of him to sleep again. It was rather throbbing in more than actually fading.

Well,

He was not wrong though.

Jongho's eyesight was still blurry and the surroundings were still unpredictable, undefined. He tries his best to open his lids, slowly flickering them to clear the blurry vision. And when he saw a round grayish object with two big holes together with an upside-down triangle hole below and a pile of lines that resembles the piano's white keys. But he never bothered checking it further.

He chose to sleep again.

Jongho was still dragged to somewhere he couldn't care less.

The floor was slowly getting moist. The breeze was getting chillier, cooler, colder. The color of the light beaming at his eyelids was turning brighter in the shade of white.

"I̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶H̶e̶a̶v̶e̶n̶?̶"

Jongho brings his forehead muscles together at one place, frowning at the thought. He mumbles more words that no one could comprehend. But the words were on a loop. It was repeating and inaudible for others to understand.

Azul, don't take me yet...

It was like a nightmare to him.

It was like the one with a foul smell, corpse smell, dragging him towards heaven or to his death was this Asul, which he repeatedly begs to not take him with her.