Runaway Love | CHANHUN

Chapter 1

"Hey! You bastard weakling! Come back here!"

That voice thundered in Park Chanyeol's ears even though Marco was meters away from him. He continued walking away, bumping into the wall while trying to stop the blood flowing from his stomach. His grey hoodie was already painted with dark red by his blood. Marco's pocketknife was small, but it stabbed deep inside him.

He winced in pain while grasping the sling of his backpack with his other hand. He picked up his speed. He needed to run even though it hurt a lot. After Chanyeol kicked Marco hard on his shin to get away, he was already sure that the man would kill him.

Chanyeol ran and made a turn on his left, entering the night market packed with people. It was easier to hide and blend with them.

I just need to get to the phonebooth, Chanyeol pressed, biting his lower lip to stifle his cries. I need to call someone.

He frantically looked back to where Marco was. Surely, the guy was craning his head up to look for him. Cursing his own tall height, Chanyeol bend his knees down so he couldn't be seen.

Apologizing to the people he always bumped into, Chanyeol managed to free himself from the big crowd and made it to the other sideway. The steep road looked so dark even with the streetlights.

He looked up and saw the full moon. A memory came back to him. A person who always reminded him of the moon.

Chanyeol was more encouraged to continue. He passed by and his heart beat so loud when he spotted a phonebooth on the other side of the highway.

Quickly, he crossed and entered the phonebooth. Then he realized what he was doing.

Should he really do this?

Was there no other way?

He thought about calling his sister Yoora but he was scared that she might get in trouble too because of him. He didn't want her life to be in danger. He already gave her enough problems. He should find a way to fix this.

But with that, the only thing he could do was continue his first plan. The only plan he could ever think of.

Chanyeol's hands shivered as he reached for his backpack's small front pocket and took out a crumpled paper. He always questioned himself why he kept that paper for the past years. He wasn't even sure if the information written was still useful. Or the information was still valid.

The name written on the paper made him gulp. He was really going to do this. He was that desperate already.

His shivering hands begin to push the buttons after slipping enough money. He bit his lip, having double thoughts if he wanted it to reach the caller or not.

The beating of his heart started when the first ring started. It connected! He didn't change his number! After all these years!

"Hello?"

The raspy and deep voice made his spine shiver. The same voice that always have that kind of effect on him. The same voice that he always tried to forget for years.

"Who is this?"

Chanyeol realized that the call would be a waste if he didn't say anything. So he opened his mouth, saying the name of the person who could rock his whole world easily. "Sehun..."

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"Hyuk!"

Sehun's friends laughed as they sat down on the long silver-colored sofa on their hide-out. Everyone was tired from the fight they had with the school gang in their town.