Lost Boys {Book Two}

Too Many More That It's Worth

"Can you stop sighing?"

Chenle turned towards Yuta and let out another long sigh.

Yuta groaned. "Chenle, please."

"Where is everyone?" Chenle asked as he threw himself face first into the couch. If he could even call it that. Though, the night Yukhei and Yuta dragged it back, in their drunken state, they had thought it was a great find. Why would anyone just throw this out? It's like a seven-hundred dollar couch! It wasn't even worth seven. It was orange, very seventies, and it looked (and smelled) like it had been stained with cigarette smoke for forty years. Chenle was disgusted with it, like he was disgusted with everything. It was hard to find soap, Chenle scrubbed and scrubbed at his skin every day but water didn't make him feel clean. He looked down at his grimy hands where dirt was trapped in the creases of his skin and he was absolutely miserable.

Yukhei, Jisung, and Sicheng were nowhere to be found. Chenle would've thought something was wrong, but Yuta didn't seem worried about it. Donghyuck still hadn't returned after he walked out a few nights back. Chenle and Sicheng went out to look for him (the first and probably last time Chenle had been allowed out ever ), but after staying out most of the day and having several near death experiences, they returned without finding anything.

"They'll be back later."

"But I'm bored," Chenle complained loudly into the cushions. "I miss Jisungie!"

"Jesus Christ, kid, it's only been twenty minutes!"

"Oh, shut up, you're the one who can't keep his hands of Sicheng hy-"

"Actually, it's been the other way around lately."

"Like that makes a difference."

It didn't at all. Yuta and Sicheng weren't slick, and Chenle wasn't stupid. Sure, maybe a year ago he was a little (lot) naive, a little (lot) clueless. He didn't understand what was going on and why he was suddenly living in Target (of all places, my god ) with Taeyong taking care of him instead of his own parents. He thought it was a fun sleepover that lasted a really long time (he was dense). And it wasn't so fun after Jisung was too sick to play with him anymore. Chenle figured it out pretty soon though, after sneaking around and listening to Doyoung and Yuta's conversation about the end of the world, and that they didn't expect Jisung to make it through the night.

But he did, and thank god and whoever else that he was healthy again. As awful as it sounded, Chenle would rather Jisung be the only one left than have everyone survive except for Jisung. Not that he wanted everyone to die, because he definitely didn't.

Chenle wasn't a baby. He knew what Sicheng and Yuta were up to.

"Do you know what today is?" Yuta asked.

Chenle shook his head, and Yuta shrugged. Chenle waited for him to continue, but he didn't say anything.

"You can't just not tell me." Chenle said, and narrowed his eyes. He hadn't known the date in ages. His perception of time wasn't the best, especially now.

"Watch me."

The two sat in silence for a while. Chenle sighs dramatically and changes his position, only to sigh a few minutes later and move again. He was restless, he hadn't been without Jisung for this long in forever.

At least a few years ago he knew that Jisung was safe at home with his parents. Now, danger was the only thing on his mind. Mobs, sun poisoning, heatstroke, lyme disease (don't laugh, the insect population has increased drastically, they were a perfectly rational fear), rabid animals, dehydration, car accidents, rattlesnakes (Chenle wasn't sure how they got here but they sure found a way, those sneaky bastards), bees (Jisung was deathly allergic), government officials ... that last one wasn't likely but still, Chenle worried.