Runaway // Chanbaek

Chapter 21

CHANYEOL

Surely enough the tyre tracks led to the same warehouse in which we bunked at for two weeks back when Taehyung and I were friends. He still uses this place? It's old and crappy, and is usually used by kids who need to take a shortcut. Sure it's good for hiding stuff but that's where it ends.

When we arrive, I can already feel a certain eeriness to it, almost as if it's too good to be true. We've walked straight here without any problems and it's stating to freak me out a little. Taehyung is good at doing things like that. He's always been the silent type, almost, the weird type. You don't see him coming, and when he's there, it could not be more obvious. Like when he was watching us, he could have been there for hours and only when Baek fell asleep did I notice him.

"Guys, lets split up." Sehun says, already clutching onto Luhan's side as Kris nods his head. At first I disagree, considering if we lose each other it'll only be worse. But considering there's more space to cover and there's only one of Taehyung, I guess we'll be fine.

I go with Lay and Suho, since I'd love to see Taehyung's rotting dead body. (Wouldn't actually want to see that btw, Taehyung is bae~ 내 유일한 것!) the only thing to be heard is the scratching of autumn leaves being dragged by the wind across the floor, making me extra alert as we finally find a door. Lay checks for any signs of it being a fake door, or a trap door, and thankfully, it's easily accessible and we get inside quite quickly, only to find it empty.

When I see that it's empty, I mentally curse to myself. It smells horribly of tar, and the whole place is a giant rust box. I hear nothing, not a single thing. He's playing a stupid little game on me now. . .

Just as I suspected, he comes straight for us, his slow footsteps echoing through the empty room. I can practically sense his smirk, and as I turn around, I'm 100% accurate. His teeth are showing in a manic grin, and an assault rifle is placed neatly in the palm of his hand.

"What the fuck is all of this, Taehyung? Why are you so driven on this? What the hell do you want?!" Lay screams, standing protectively in front of Suho, who is currently trembling in fear. I signal for him to move back slightly, since he looks like he's about yo faint as he watches Taehyung's rifle closely. Of course this doesn't go unnoticed by him, Taehyung feeds off of fear. He's a real snake, sly and sneaky.

"Well, you see, this is the perfect opportunity to get just what I want. And why not have a little fun with it while I'm at it?" He grins, playing with the tip of the gun, a finger almost squeezing the trigger. He's teasing, he won't pull it, he'll just use it for effect. He's sneaky, but he's a wuss.

"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT?" Lay begins to lose his cool, veins popping on his neck. Usually, he's a gathered gentleman, patient and sophisticated, but his usually tidy hair is scattered across his forehead and he does not look in the mood for any more mind-games.

"All I ever wanted, was Chanyeol's love. But he never felt the same. And it made me mad. Why? Hmm? Why him? Why that pink haired freak? Why not me? Was I not good enough for you? I was practically your slave and you never made a single move!" This time, he really does point the gun in my direction, and if I look closely enough, I see the bullet lodged inside, ready to shoot me if he wants to.

"Thats what this is about?!" Lay practically roars, and this time his gun is only a few inches away from Taehyung, almost touching his temple. I too raise my gun, needing some kind of defence.