behind closed doors : seoksoo

015 : the motorbike

"they're getting closer," seungkwan wheezed through heavy breaths, his expression panic stricken as he kept his eyes glued to the police gaining ground behind the two of them. he became too occupied by the running officers that he didn't pay attention to his surroundings in front of him. nor did he have any time to react before he felt his lower body collide with cold metal, and his upper half with something he could never fail to recognise as another person.

he heard a screeching crash, followed by his delayed hit to the floor, yet, his fall felt much more cushioned than he had expected, due to the fact that he in fact, hadn't hit the floor.

seungkwan groaned, yet silenced himself upon hearing the stranger he had landed on curse to himself, in a rather intimidating tone. he shuffled backwards until he felt seokmin's presence behind him and grabbed onto his hand tightly, pulling himself up off of the ground as a wave of emotions began washing over and drowning his senses. leading to him growing too anxious to lift his head to make eye contact with the unknown man before him.

his eyes hovered over the wallet the man had dropped, large sums of money bills scattered across the floor, growing soaked in the muggy puddles they stood in; however, nothing could stop seungkwan from noticing the deep maroon splotches which patterned the corners of very many of the notes.

he investigated the scene he found himself in further, realising that whatever the crash had been, was indeed the man's motorbike. and, although seungkwan didn't know much about the expenses of vehicles such as bikes, he knew he had just downright, utterly, fucked up.

an apology, yes, that was what seungkwan would do to fix the situation; or to at least express his guilt over his clumsiness. he prepared his sentence, the words racing around his head so he wouldn't mess up even further. however, a bellowing shout from behind, and a tug on the wrist from seokmin blocked him from doing so.

he felt himself being pulled away unwillingly, he knew he needed to apologise to this man but he found himself not being able to. the last thing he remembered of the backdrop being the desolate and vengeful glare of the man whom's bike he had ruined.

seungkwan's legs moved without his brain cooperating, his mind still back in the dim alleyway,

pondering over whether he should have looked up and apologised to the man sooner, before he was stricken of his chance.

the pair had returned to their room, and much to their dismay, all was silent. it's not like the others weren't there with them, hansol and chan had joined the two, interested in how their day activities had played out. yet, what started with enthusiasm and curiosity, turned to a fragile walk on ice.

seungkwan finally broke the quiet, and all it took was a ghastly clear of the throat and an excuse of needing to prepare the temporary medical room, but all three of the others knew that the room had already been sorted.

before seungkwan had any chance to leave, seokmin wrapped his hand in the younger male's and immediately pulled him into his embrace. his other hand laced through the younger's hair as he pulled him closer by the back of the head, so their torso's were glued together, slowly after, seokmin had his chin resting upon seungkwan's shoulder.

"hansol look away," chan snickered whilst sucking on a lollipop, his feet dangling over the arm of the armchair he sat in whilst his back lay cushioned against the other; he simply enjoyed the thrill of spending time with the people he adored most.

"i know these two words aren't nearly enough to earn any ounce of forgiveness for how i have treated you over the past years," seokmin spoke in a soft tone, even a feather would be heavy enough to break the atmosphere, "but, i'm sorry, so, truly sorry."

"just," seokmin sounded more desperate than ever, and his palms were now all of a sudden resting upon either one of seungkwan's cheeks, his fingertips ever so slightly grazing against the male's temples, keeping his gaze strong so seungkwan knew that he meant every word from the bottom of his heart, "please, please, give me a second chance at proving i can be the best friend i once was."

"fucking hell, way to darken the mood," the stick to chan's lollipop flew seokmin's way and hit him directly on the forehead, only to then bounce backwards and land on the floor, "what's with the sudden soppy words, are you drunk or some shit?"

seokmin's lips fell upside down as he shot chan a serious look, he then looked back towards seungkwan, who was seemingly no longer paying any attention to him. the sudden lack of interest from seungkwan somewhat plucked at the strings tying each part of seokmin's heart together, but he shouldn't let it upset him, for their friendship had been lacking that spark for the past couple of years, and it was all down to him.

chan seemed to have noticed the somber expression upon seokmin's face, and took this as his cue, "anyway, who dressed you today? you look like you grabbed a bin bag, put it on and called it a day," this was enough to gain the oldest male's attention, and as simple as that, off went chan and seokmin bickering into another room.

as quickly as seungkwan had forgotten about the happenings of barely an hour ago, it only took a matter of time for his worries to come flooding back into his mind.

"hansol," seungkwan hoarsely made out his words, his hands gripping at the loose fabric of his jeans, "i can't help but feel like, we're in deep trouble."