Step 1: Make Changkyun Stay

chapter eleven

Changkyun escaped the room into the hallways, frustrated. He hated the memb- no, he doesn't hate the members. His mom has always told him that hate is too strong a word. He disliked the member's behavior and attitude, and hated himself for not being able to control himself sometimes.

Walking mindlessly along the hallways, he didn't realize, until it was too late, that he had once again encountered the commenters. 

"Ah, I still can't get used to the fact that the new guy is really debuting."

"How annoying, really. He did nothing but could debut. He must have given a lot of money."

Quickening his steps, Changkyun headed straight, not knowing where exactly he was going. But he lost it when they began to laugh mockingly behind him. He didn't turn, but he knew they were probably pointing at him as they ridiculed him with creative adjectives. 

He even felt as if they were following him, and his breathing grew rapid and unsteady. Turning into the nearest room, he threw open the door and closed it just as quickly, his back leaning against the heavy door as he tried to collect himself. That is, until he heard a loud click.

He thought nothing of it, and focused on just taking in deep breaths to calm down his racing heart. Just when he thought everything was over, and that he was fine, he realized how cold it was in the room.

It was freezing, even.

And the rapper was wearing a sweater.

Changkyun froze - literally. He had entered the freezer. The cold deeply penetrated into his bones and he shivered, using his hands to rub his arms in an attempt to create warmth. 

He placed his ears against the cold door, trying to hear for any noises outside. He lightly hopped from one leg to another upon feeling the cold getting to his toes. His toes tingled with a pain that felt like burning.

When he was sure that those people were gone, he reached for the door knob, ready to be greeted by warmth. That is, until he realized that the knob wasn't turning. 

The next thought of realization made him halt in his actions completely. 

Those people had locked him in from the outside.

His heart rate regaining its once rapid speed, the rapper frantically jabbed at the door handle. He tried to force the knob to turn, but it was of no use. A cry escaped his lips as he tried once again.

Finally getting that the door wasn't going to open any time soon,he felt his legs almost crumble as his muscles, weakened with the bitter cold and the situation, gave way, leaving him in a drab and hopeless heap on the floor. 

No, Changkyun, you have to get out of this mess first. 

His mind tried to get him to be logical. 

But it wasn't working. He couldn't breath, it felt as if someone was choking him. A choked cry for help forced itself up his throat, and he felt a tear run down his cheek. His breathing quickened from its already rapid pace. 

The storage of food surrounding him started to turn white and his heart was racing. All he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save him. But no one would, no one was there. 

At least, that's what he thought.

Footsteps that sounded to be coming towards him seemed thundering loud. He tried to quieten down his breathing upon hearing footsteps coming his way from inside the room. He didn't want anyone to see him in this state. But nothing was working.

He tried to inhaled deep breaths and exhale it slowly, but he barely managed to wheeze it out as quick as his heart rate. Nothing was working, and the fact itself just made Changkyun panic even more. The coldness in the room was helping either.

"Changkyun?"

He looked up and saw a white figure in front of him.