RUN AWAY || changlix [✔]

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"fuckwit why do you always have to ruin everything! i'm so sick of your behaviour honestly. you're always so selfish and you don't even think about us. we made this decision for you too and you know it for fuck's sake!" yelled changbin's father throughout the room while thumping on the table, nearly spilling the glass which were on it.

new year's eve. changbin just moved in sydney a few days ago yet he was already sick of it.

in front of his parents' arguments he just wanted to do one thing: running away. he was just so tired of their daily quarrels and so tired of the fact his parents were always putting all the blame on his back.

of course it was easy when they were the ones deciding everything in changbin's life, forcing him to quit the world he struggled to build.

everything started a few months ago, when changbin's father received a well-deserved promotion. the only thing was that, they would be forced to move to australia.

it wasn't a big deal for changbin's father because he spoke basic english and he was fast to learn. but for changbin, moving to australia just meant losing all his friends and every single thing he once cherished. he just felt angry about that because he felt his parents didn't even took their son's opinion into consideration.

so there he was, in their new flat at the 9th floor of some building in the middle of sydney. there he was, in the middle of one of the biggest city in australia, he who had lived his whole life in a small familial house which once belonged to his grandparents.

the same house which made him nostalgic each time he entered in it. the same old attic which hold all his childhood memories and old the precious books of his grandfather. the same garden in which he built his first tree house and in which he learned how to ride a bike.

the thought of never coming back and leaving everything he built just for a stupid promotion made him angry, and his parents couldn't understand that.

so yes, the only thing changbin wanted to do on this new year eve was running away. his legs were ready to go, to let him wander in sydney's beautiful illuminated but crowded streets.

he was now weighing up the pros and the cons, whether he should or not cross the threshold of the house.

his eyes were glued on the alcohol glass he was holding, thinking about how maybe it could give him the strength and the courage to get up and run. he was too focused on it he didn't even hear his father yelling at him and his mother begging her husband to stop.

hd lifted his head and tilted it a bit to be able to see the normandy tall-case wooden clock just behind his parents. a quarter to ten. his father was still yelling at him, insulting him, telling how selfish he was.

if changbin had to describe his current state of mind, he would describe an actual battlefield. a fierce battle between two opposite camps, one yelling him to just get up and the other one pleading him to resist the temptation.

after a few minutes of reflexion, a bit too long for him, he finally swallowed the content of his glass at once and got up without saying anything. at first, his parents didn't even react but they quickly understood what was going on when changbin started to steal money from his mother's purse, slipped on some random shoes and heading towards the door.

"changbin? what are you doing? wait changbin honey come back-" was the last muffled sentence pronounced by his mother that the latter heard.

he quickly headed towards the lift shaft, pressing the button to call the elevator, climbing in it before his parents could catch him. he turned around, facing his own reflection in the mirror. despite his sudden decision, changbin still had a smile on his face.

he even started to laugh because of the euphoria which started to go to his head, mingling with an overwhelming thrilling feeling. a shiver crossed his whole body and his blood started boiling: running away without any purpose made him feel strangely excited.

discovering the unknown was exciting.

changbin was one of these persons who wanted to achieve numerous goals in his life - as stupid as they were. he didn't want to stand still and live his life while being passive. running away was one of them. he always claimed we had only one youth and one life, so why not just enjoying it?

he realized it when he saw a bunch of his friends or just - random teenagers making not so well thought decisions. at that time he was just living his life without worrying too much, surviving by doing the things he was asked too, but then he realized it wasn't enough. he wanted a lot more.

he wanted to run away, throw his first party, sneak into a friend's house when he wasn't allowed to, ditch school and so on.

he wanted to live.

he didn't want to wake up one day at 60 or 70 and regretting not booking that flight or swimming in that pool because he was afraid of judgement and cry afterwards. there was no place for regrets.

when he finally arrived at the first floor, he started running towards the entrance, welcomed by the colorful sky and the loud music coming from the city center. changbin had already attended too many parties to be even tempted to go.

he began to walk towards the opposite side, not really thinking about any specific place he could go to; he didn't know the city well enough to do that.

he just wandered in the streets like he wanted to, his mind slowly drifting away because of the soft zephyr skimming his cheeks. the sun was just setting yet the heat was still in the air so a light breeze was no refusal.

changin just followed his steps, going wherever his legs were leading him to. he walked along the right bank or parramatta's river, greeting each passerby with a timid but cheerful "happy new year".

he was probably going to appear only once in their life, but wishing the best for them was one of the simple things that made changbin happy.

his late night getaway reminded all of his late night walks with his best friend jisung; walking just before going to sleep was really peaceful and helped arranging his thoughts. changbin used to do that a lot a few years ago whenever he was feeling confused to kind of sort things out on his own.

he also recalled all the times he actually wanted to run away, his earbuds plugged in, just him facing the world – the reality as it is and not was or as he wished it to be, all of this without any precise goal. just running away from everything. sitting on a bench and think all day. the wind chasing all his worries and all his dreams away. all the actual times he wanted to run away but he never had enough courage to. yes. this kind of getaways.

he perfectly knew running away wasn't going to solve any of his problems, for that he obviously had to face them. he just wanted to escape from the world, quitting everything just during a day or – a week. enough time to be able to rest.enough time to dream about anything else than his actual situation

he took his phone out of his pocket only to check what time it was. he had left the flat only an hour ago yet it felt like eternity, but strangely he didn't mind time passing that slowly.

honestly, he didn't want to be in 2019. he didn't like the feeling of time passing, of all these years passing by without even having enough time to notice it. changbin hated to feel old, and now that he had also left his whole childhood behind; it made him feel a little bit more empty.

he finally just sat on a bench this time, welcomed by the warm picture of a starry sky.

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wrote this on new's year eve because why not

may or may not based on - okay i'll stop