These Stories Are Reasonable

Panic (Timeline)

Part of the Cool Timeline

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"Jake!" Yelled Dean Kwan, a sort of mixed bag of expressions adorned his face, the face Jake so loved, as he remembered to remark to the boy at every given opportunity. As of the moment, the candy seemed to be more sour than sweet. Worry etched lines into the tan boy's face, the way his eyes widened, smile dropped, lips quivered in a way he thought nobody ever noticed. Jake noticed. He knew well the little details of Dean Kwan, the messy muse of his hair in the mornings, the way his fingers drummed on the table when he was bored, the way he looked at Jake out of the corner of his eye when he thought the other wasn't paying attention. He was. Always.

Jake turned in the direction in which Dean's voice projected, a certain blurriness to his eyes as he tried to focus them enough to note those little details he oh-so-adored. However, they only stung, becoming cloudier and... darker. His vision went black as his body gave out, the wind cooled the fresh blood that adorned his pale skin, sending goosebumps across the other's skin. Not a word fell from his lips as he nearly collapsed into the pavement.

The taller boy collected him quickly, taking off in a quick sprint to keep from allowing Jake's head to hit the concrete. Eunchan was on his heels, "Are you okay?" He mumbled the words faster than his brain could process the fact that Jake was unconscious and unable to answer. It wasn't the first time they'd found him like this, a bloodied mess, surrounded by far too many equally, if not more, pummeled enemies. Crushed into the ground unimportantly.

"We need to get him to a hospital!" Eunchan chimed, usually shielded from Jake's stupidity. Today however, he had a front row seat to just how ridiculously dumb his leader, and close friend, could be. Dean Kwan would be far more cross if Jake was still conscious.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," The other repeated the word uselessly, each syllable drawing out farther than needed, a slight panic shook his voice, "Where even is the nearest hospital from here?" He asked, trying to collect Jake onto his back. With slight help from Eunchan, he was successful.

The blond whipped out his phone and began a frenzied typing, "Shit!" He exclaimed looking back up at his friend nervously, "Fifty-six minutes," One hand ran up to tug at his spiky locks, as if to soothe the raging anxiety which began it's prompt racking of his chest.

"Fifty-six?!" Beside Eunchan, Timothy narrowed his shoulders, fearfully beginning a secondary search on his own phone, only to find the prior findings to be one-hundred percent true. Completing his unsatisfactory search, he looked up at Dean's seeking, begging, eyes and gave a slow nod. Only watching the other's expression further sink.

He shook his head back, "We have to head that way, now." And began to carry Jake, who wasn't exactly light, to the bus stop. "What time does the next bus run?" He questioned once more, though this time, Eunchan left the reaserach to Timothy, as it should always be, and watching with bated breath as the other looked fearfully up from his phone a second time.

With a slight tremble in his shoulders, Timothy let his lit device fall to his side in his hand, "The last bus," He began, a gulp forcing a pause in the middle of the sentence, "Ran four hours ago..."

"Fucking hell!" Eunchan panicked, turning to Dean, who was usually their composed member, only to be met with an equally scared look. "What are we going to do?!" He near shrieked, biting his mouth shut as he turned to the road to look for any late-working cabs.

"Is there anyone who lives around here Tim?" The tallest chimed back to the glassed-boy, "Anyone we know? Anywhere we can take him to be seen?" There was an untouched hopefulness in his gaze, which was oftentimes entirely hidden by darkly tinted sun-glasses.