Lost Boys {Book Two}

I Brought My Words to a Fistfight

Jisung felt like someone was taking a hammer to the side of his head. He'd felt like that all day, a splitting headache that had nearly brought him to tears quite a few times already.

Nothing helped. He closed his eyes, thinking maybe he was tired or light sensitive—something he'd seen Jaehyun do when he got really bad migraines—he couldn't drink any water, they were running low and Jisung wanted to save it for somebody else, so Jisung assumed he was probably just dehydrated.

Unfortunately, Jisung and Chenle along with everyone else had already had to sit through Sicheng's lecture about the importance of staying hydrated, blah, blah, blah.

He hadn't been paying complete attention, but certain bits like brain shrinkage, rupturing blood vessels, and kidney failure.

Whatever.

In an attempt to distract himself from his thirst and splitting headache, he decided to sneak out to find food. He hadn't told anyone he was leaving that morning, but by now, they had no doubt figured it out.

Jisung wedged himself between a car and the bank it had crashed into. The driver's body was in the early stages of decomposition. Paint was scratched off the door, which had been knocked into by some sort of animal just enough to pop it open and crawl inside. Jisung stared at the crow sitting on the driver, picking at its eyes.

"That's fucking disgusting."

Jisung glared at Renjun, who was sitting in the passenger seat beside the corpse. "Shh!"

He clenched his jaw and turned his attention back to the crowd ahead of him. A torn paper bag was on the ground, tossed carelessly to the side. Jisung's mouth watered at the sight of a peach rolling out of the bag, and onto the pavement.

He hadn't eaten anything in days. The only reason he had gone out on his own was to find food. It was nearing sunset, and Jisung hadn't had any luck at all. His stomach ached and his throat burned. Saliva pooled in his mouth rapidly as he thought of all the food his mother (and Taeyong) used to make for him. He had been ready to give up and head back when the spilled fruit caught his eye.

"Oh my god, baby, if you're that hungry, just take the damn thing."

"Can you just leave me alone?" Jisung hissed at Renjun, but when he turned to scold the older boy, he was gone. Inside the car, just the corpse and the bird that was no longer picking at its eyes, but was staring at Jisung. He would've been uncomfortable, if someone from the crowd ahead hadn't heard him.

"Who's there?"

Jisung's felt a panic rising in his chest as footsteps approached him, and he dropped down to the ground and hid himself ender the car he had previously been pressed against.

He felt his heart pounding in his chest as images from the last time he ran into people like this.

It was a few miles south of where he and the others were staying, which, thankfully, was only a block away from where he was now. He and Yukhei had gone out looking for things like knives, scrap wood or metal, anything that could be useful. Or in Jisung's case, an old gameboy he stole from a retro looking shop, filled with old game stations and records. He took games he had never even heard of, like Galaga, Metroid, and Castlevania. He even managed to find one of his old favorites, a game he had years ago but stopped working due to overuse. The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. He used to be scared of the Skull Kid.

Jisung had gathered the games in his bag, while Yukhei stood on the other side of the window Jisung had smashed to get inside. Yukhei had gestured at him to hurry up, his eyes wide as he kept looking to the side.