It was a sunlit day, flowers and plants outside the window blossomed as though obnoxiously showing off their willpower. Under the reminder of the ticking countdown timer, our life seemingly evaporated into the colorful surroundings of the house.
2 hours later, Luhan descended the stairs.
“Thank you,” I uttered randomly, knowing he would understand.
“Why the formality.” He totally expressed no intention of attending to me and approached Sehun in the corner who momentarily squinted his little eyes and revealed a smile.
“Are you fine?” Luhan walked over and rustled his hair.
“My tummy is a little uncomfortable.” Sehun rubbed his gastric although his eyes remained fixated on Luhan’s face.
“It’s because you drank liquor with an empty stomach, you need to consume something, oh? Don’t you …...” he spoke and turned to me, “Don’t you have food?”
Sehun rubbed his tummy and whispered into Luhan’s ears, Luhan seemed to calm down and he flashed a smile. Sehun hurriedly dragged him into a kitchen, probably to feed him another sandwich.
I lowered my head, he had such immense popularity, if I was in that group, would this dazed dummy beside me right now inform me about food? I glanced at Yixing, another person had fallen before he even had time to comb his hair which now resembled a bird's nest, his hands dipped into his pockets as he bent at his waist, fixing his eyes at a spot on the ground. I wondered what he was thinking.
Since he had told Luhan, he would …..... probably have told me too. I comforted myself with the self question and answers deciding then and there to treat him better.
Chanyeol descended the stairs, his expression wasn’t as joyful as it used to be.
“How is it?” I placed my arm on his shoulder, “the rap we were supposed to film for the MV today, have you memorised it all?”
He lifted his bulging eyes to look at me but remained silent.
“”You don’t have to feel apologetic.” I looked at him, “You should learn from Luhan, it is a game afterall.” I pointed to the kitchen.
He lowered his head, seeming to ponder over something rigid and after a moment, he lifted his head, “I don’t want to kill anyone.”
“Neither do I.” I said, “Then do you want to live?”
He thought about it and nodded his head vigorously.
“Killing me or dying, which would you choose?” I joked.
He broke the short period of silence and said, “what about you, kill Yixing or die, which would you choose?”
I glanced over at the still dazed Zhang Yixing, his soul seemed to have left. I sent Chanyeol’s shoulders a pat and brought his ears close to me, “I can't be compared to you, I am a lot more narcissistic.”
“If this is the only way to survival, I would rather die.” He stood behind me. I lowered my head in remorse, that perspective of mine, had disappeared since I was age 10.
I smiled and turned to look at him, “It is easier said than done.” I said and left him my backview.
By noon, everyone rested disorderly in the living room, thirst had overtaken our power of speech.
Tao emptied an entire bottle of wine, looking at me through his forcefully opened eyes in that drunk and dizzy state of his.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun lay on the sofa, observing their palmistry, Chanyeol exclaimed exaggeratingly that he would meet with a robbery in his life this year.
Which reminded me, this year was my coming of age year, Luhan’s too.
“Stop looking at me, I’m not wearing red undergarments.” The sound of him travelled although his back was turned, seemingly knowing I was thinking of something.
