Kris' Point of View
I didn’t sleep even until the sun rose the next day. I loathed insomnia as much as I loathed not getting drunk even after gulping down large amounts of alcohol.
I watched Yixing from under my droopy eyelids. I admit that I was born a pessimist, just like how Park Chanyeol was born an optimist.
As the only two people left on our team, it was evident that we didn’t have much chances of winning. I still remembered that there was one mysterious rule amongst the ten, stating that the last two survivors must belong to the same team.
This implied that if one of us died, the other person would undoubtedly be pushed into a dead end. We were not people of high intelligence, I smiled, but he was worse off; there was not a trace of ruthlessness in him.
Opening his eyes drowsily, he gazed at me, “When did you wake up?”
“Just now.” I said.
“Was it because I had a nightmare?” He thought aloud, blank.
“No,” I said, “We’re probably both going to die soon, so we should celebrate with some wine.”
“Is that so?” He smiled lightly as he sat up, “But I normally eat yogurt when I celebrate.”
I looked at him mysteriously, smirking, “Be an adult.”
He looked at me and kicked me once.
The rain was pouring that particular afternoon; the game was going to end in 12 hours. I wasn’t certain if I would be able to live to see another pouring rain.
Beside me, Yixing was in a daze, in his own world, “penny for your thoughts?” I asked him.
“I was thinking…” He said, “What if dreams were genuine in existence, while reality’s all just a dream?”
“If we were to wake up from reality again, where would we be?” I stared at the ground in front of me.
“If we were to wake up from reality again,” He smirked, “Let’s just die.”
To be honest, death was just an awakening a dream.
This was a sweet and beautiful dream; in this dream, we spent so much time together, wouldn’t we be better off waking up from this dream together? We won’t lose our way. I smiled as I looked at him and didn’t say anything.
He turned around to beam at me, blinked a few times, and didn’t say anything as well.
I remained lying on my bed, watching the ceiling when Yixing opened the door to the toilet. When the door to our bedroom slammed shut out of the blue, I knew that everything had just started, and that everything would be ending soon
Squinting through the crack in the door, I spotted Chanyeol’s panicked expression while he was bending his body, as if he was fastening something onto the door. He had tied the door knob to the door bolttogether with the plastic rope from outside. It was an inexpensive and natural door lock.
I kicked the locked door fiercely and vigorously, and I heard the table topple and slam onto the floor outside. It was a horrifying and tragic 3 versus 1 scene outside the bedroom, but I couldn’t see, and neither was I able to help out.
“Park Chanyeol! Open the door!” I roared as tears streamed down my face. “I beg you!! Open the door!!”
He desperately made use of his entire weight to hold the door shut. I turned around, held up a chair and threw it in the direction of the door, but it served no purpose.
My mind was a total blank – I scrutinized my surroundings, and spotted the retractable sword hanging on the wall. Hauling the sword down from the wall, the sword unexpectedly extended in length segment by segment.
Bending down, I slid the sword through the crack in the door and sliced the plastic rope into two with one blow. I backed, and then kicked the door with all my strength.
You’ve always said during vocal classes: “This is a game, you needn’t be too serious”. Being able to know you had been one of the most glorious things that happened in my life; you were the one who taught and corrected the way I pronounced “sorry”.
Blood trickled from the corner of his lips when I pounded my fist onto his face; I’m sorry.
You’ve smiled too much in my direction, while I wasn’t able to give others that many smiles of mine.
Throwing a string of punches in his abdomen, the person in front of me cringed and bent his back in pain; I forcefully hurled my foot at his kneecap, causing him to fall and kneel on one knee. I wasn’t sure if those were drops of perspiration or tears that dripped down to the floor.
Can’t you continue to dance anymore, Chanyeol? What a pity, that was a dream that has ceased to exist.
Grasping to his hair tightly, I threw his weight against the hard wall; his blood-stained face was beautiful, just like the first time I’ve ever seen him; his eyes glimmering, reflecting the moonlight.
If not for the tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes, I would still have pictured it to be like the first time I had watch your adorable self introducing yourself earnestly, “Hello! I am Park Chanyeol!”
I am so sorry, I will do my best to stay alive, and atone for my debts to you for the rest of my life.
I nearly couldn’t hold back the raging tears pricking at my eyes when I picked him up and stuffed him into the closet. I closed the doors, unable to see him for the last time.
The one who pierced the sword through the closet door… The person whom I would deny till the day I die…
Was myself.
But you, the one who spent all of your energy learning how to rap so quickly, did not utter a single word before your death. After smiling for your entire life, you left me only with your silence.
