Chapter 4: Hunted

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Zitao's POV

Some odd things have happened to us these couple of days.

Junmyeon keeps waking up from strange dreams with paint stained hands and sketches around his bedroom.

Kyungsoo keeps writing strange poems and sticking them on our bedroom doors.

Jongdae has been staying in his room.

Only coming out when he wanted to eat or shower.

Baekhyun has been drawing symbols on his arm with eyeliner.

Luhan has been talking non stop about some guy with rainbow colored hair.

And I'm watching this all go down like I'm watching a tv show.

I was sitting on the couch reading The Art of War.

Why did I have the feeling...like I was being watched?

I stood up and put my book down on the couch. I slowly walked around the living room looking for some clues. Suddenly I stopped in front of a bookcase that was filled with books in many languages. Books in Mandarin, English, Latin, French and many more.

My eye caught a book that seems to be some manual. I grabbed the book on the top shelf and looked at the cover. There are scratches and dents on the book.

'Eomma's worst nightmare, a damaged book.'

There are strange symbols on the first page and something written in Mandarin."To the Wushu champion. I'm proud of you." - Yifan

Who is Yifan? When did I get this?

I walked to my room and put both books on my bed and decided to check on Luhan. I walked to Luhan's room and saw Luhan about to head out.

"Hey Gege, are you going somewhere?" I asked my friend ( who for some reason looks younger than me)

"I'm going out. Do you want to come with me xiao didi? He asked, while putting on his jacket.

"Yeah sure!"

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We were at the park sitting on a bench people watching. We occasionally talked about everything and nothing.

"I had to get out of the house for a few hours." Luhan said out of the blue.

I looked at his face trying to figure out what he's really thinking.

He was looking at the bridge, the trees, basically everything there is in a park.

Luhan had his moments where he suddenly was calm and sad. At other times he was happy and talkative. "Me too...I feel strange right now like..."

"Like you are being watched?" He finished my sentence. I nodded my head. Luhan made a slight 'tsk' noise and looked at me again.

"Since that incident with Baek, everyone has been a little on the edge. Soo has been writing even more strange poems. Baek has been scribbling symbols all over the house. Myeon has been waking up from...nightmares...I think."

"What about Jongdae?" I asked him.

"You know that Jongdae and I aren't that close." The other murmured

"Why is that? Why aren't you close friends? You were in the past right?"

"Yeah...we were good friends, but I don't know...maybe something came in between us?" He said unsure of his own statement.

"Or you were between him and someone he was close to..." I blurted out.

Why did I say that? Where did that come from?

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