Haunted by Guilt // BaekChenYeol

Haunted by Guilt (ChenBaekYeol One Shot)

Kim Jongdae's mind swirled in darkness as he felt something land on him every few seconds. He was paralyzed, unable to open his eyes to see what was going on, to see what was being thrown at him. He faintly registered the sound of someone crying, then a noise that sounded like...

He'd just been assaulted by Chanyeol. Could it be? Was Park Chanyeol burying him alive?

The load atop Jongdae's chest significantly began to weigh down, making it difficult to breathe. He couldn't part his lips to speak, couldn't utter a single syllable, couldn't even move a fingertip. He was going to die; he was going to get buried alive. He desperately tried to make any movement, any sound.

'Why, Park Chanyeol? I thought we were best friends. We've known each other since we were in diapers. You, me, Baekhyun -- the Beagles,' Jongdae thought with a heart-clenching fear. 'It is because you love him too?'

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Jongdae wandered alone in the empty hallways, searching for company, but he was alone. No one would be there at the school until school began again. He would be alone for a long time, or so he thought. He was in the library when one of his closest friends climbed through the window and found himself a seat. "Baekhyun," Jongdae called out, but his friend didn't hear him. "Hyung, can you hear me? Can you see me?" Baekhyun didn't react; he simply sat back in the chair and dozed off. Jongdae frowned, 'Why'd you come to sleep at the library? You're such an idiot.' Jongdae sat on the chair beside Baekhyun and watched his friend in silence.

Baekhyun muttered, "I wonder what happened to Jongdae..." He opened his eyes and took out his phone, placing it against his ear, "Where are you? No sign of him yet? Where do you think he disappeared to?"

"I'm right here!" Jongdae shouted in frustration, arms flailing.

"I'm at the school library, hurry up," Baekhyun hung up.

"Baekhyun..." Jongdae said sadly, reaching out to touch his friend's shoulder but his hand passed right through. "He killed me." Jongdae looked down and whispered, "He killed me."

Chanyeol came through the same window Baekhyun entered, "How long has Jongdae been gone?"

Jongdae narrowed his eyes at Chanyeol, "As if you don't know."

Chanyeol's eyes widened as they landed on Jongdae's, gasping and stumbling to the floor as he lost his footing. Confused, Baekhyun turned his head to see nothing, "Did you see a ghost or something?"

Quickly shaking his head, Chanyeol replied, "I just... I thought I saw him, but I guess I'm just wishing too hard."

'He sees me,' Jongdae realized, 'my murderer can see me.' Jongdae said quietly to Chanyeol, "Thought you got rid of me didn't you? Guess you were wrong."

"So, why the library?" Chanyeol looked around nervously.

"I don't know, we always hung out here. Maybe I was sort of hoping Jongdae was here sleeping somewhere."

Chanyeol flashed a quick smile, "Well, it seems like the only one sleeping here was you. We should get going, the sun's about to set."

"I'm starting to think you really did see a ghost," Baekhyun got up and stretched. He sighed heavily as he glanced at the time. The two humans made their way out the library out into the open; the ghost shadowing closely behind.

Although it was late in the evening, quite contrary to Chanyeol's previous statement the sun had yet to set. The summer breeze whipped the boys' faces, with the exception of the ghost, who felt nothing but hatred and sorrow. Chanyeol side-glanced to see the ghost of his dead friend. Attempting to ignore the figure, he stretched his arms up in the air, "So Baekhyun, where do you think he disappeared off to?"