the dare - c.yj & c.sb

chapter 9

this was impossible.

this shouldn't have ever been able to happen.

it was crazy- bizarre- absolutely mad. so fucking absurd.

out of every single possibility, out of every situation, out of every little thing, something this sick had actually happened.

soobin was not here.

and he never missed. never. ever.

soobin came to school like his life depended on it.

he came to school as if he actually enjoyed it; so willingly.

it didn't matter if the fucking world was ending, soobin would still show up right on time, straight in his seat, and with his little notebook all ready to go.

there could be an earthquake, or a bombing, there could be a fire in the school itself and soobin would still show up- his curious eyes ready to start the day.

he wouldn't miss if someone in his family died, he wouldn't even freely miss if he was deathly sick. he would take his ass out of bed and still be found in the library studying about god knows what.

soobin. never. missed.

but apparently, that was a lie. a big fat fucking lie. because today was the one day he was fully gone. entirely missing. absent. not sitting at his desk next to yeonjun with bouncing legs.

something had to be wrong. so wrong. something had to be terribly and horribly wrong.

yeonjun couldn't stop thinking about it- running through ten million different scenarios: what if he got murdered? or kidnapped? what if was in the hospital because he got run over by a car? or what if he was lying in a ditch all alone?

maybe he got mugged. maybe he got lost. or maybe he was attacked. maybe he was on the streets shivering without clothes and only socks.

or maybe he just plainly skipped. maybe he actually skipped without yeonjun.

wait, that's it, maybe soobin wanted to be alone for the day and skipped first period just to avoid yeonjun and his annoyingness all together.

oh god, he secretly hoped not. but it didn't matter. he just needed to know; so desperately needed to know.

it would kill him if he didn't find out what happened. it would drive him crazy to the point that he would start putting up missing flyers for him within the next hour. he swore that he would.

fuck, it was stupid that he cared this much.

but he did. he cared about soobin more than anything. more than whatever shit this world had to offer. and he couldn't tell if that was good or bad thing; he couldn't tell if he was just a caring person or sort of obsessed.

whatever. it was whatever. that wasn't important. the only thing that was even slightly important was making sure soobin was still alive. that he was still breathing and somewhere in this world.

so that's what he does. first thing after class was over, after that stupid ass bell rings from keeping them hostage for so long, after staring straight at the clock for so long that it stained his eyes, he goes dashing through the hallways and starts asking around. the only solution that he could come up with.

he asks everyone.

and i mean everyone.

he asked the whole fucking school.

"do you know where soobin is?" yeonjun pants out of breath, stopping a boy who had their first period together.

he shook his head with confusion plastered all over. unable to even say a worded response as he watches how yeonjun was already tearing off in the opposite direction.