Chanyeol regained his posture, panting as he clawed towards the door. It was getting increasingly difficult to control his heart beat, his chest rising up and down as he swam in the thanatophobia.
His vision was blurred due to his lack off glasses, but his tan hand quickly found it's way to the awaiting, decrepit doorknob.
Throwing it open, he was faced with five figures. The police officer from the day before; Sehun; led the formation, his straight face being tweaked into a small smirk as he took in Chanyeol's distressed appearance.
Chanyeol smiled, apologetically; his sleep shirt was rustled to expose his defined collarbones and his blonde head of hair stuck up in every direction. Additionally, his face was pale from the fear, causing the people behind the intimidating officer to look over in concern.
Sehun cleared his throat, "Good morning, Mr Park, I see we gave you a shocking awakening."
Chanyeol laughed lightly before yawning.
"In the early hours of this morning, it came to our attention that two, very determined, males deeply desired to speak to you. Due to your current situation, we can't just let anyone in, so, please confirm their full names and then we can leave you to fix yourself up."
Sehun stepped to the side.
Behind him stood the two officers that replaced Sehun yesterday. They clutched two familiar people in their arms, who wouldn't stop wiggling about.
"Channie!" Kyungsoo moaned, pouting as the pale officer, holding him, refused to let go.
"Hey, man." Jongin grimaced, the short man holding him looked rather uninterested.
Chanyeol dropped his head back in relief. For a second there it felt like the killer was getting cocky enough to go knocking on doors.
"Do Kyungsoo and Kim Jongin, it's been a while." He cheesed, watching as Sehun turned to his accomplices with an almost disappointed expression.
"Yixing, Junmyeon, you can let them go"
And with that, the visitors were released, falling forward into the awaiting apartment with a huff.
Sehun, Yixing and Junmyeon all nodded, once, before turning away and walking down the tarnished street, never failing to be in upmost posture.
Chanyeol watched them go.
He shut the door with a slam, turning back to see Jongin, starfishing on his couch, with his eyes closed.
Kyungsoo had sped off into the bathroom, and due to experience, he would be some time.
Chanyeol walked over into the living room. The television seemed to have turned itself off, making Chanyeol tilt his head in confusion.
Jongin watched him with curious eyes but decided to brush it off.
"Why are you here, Jongin?" Chanyeol asked, strolling over to the man tiredly, fixing his shirt on his shoulders and smoothing down his hair.
"You left your phone," he said, "and I'm guessing that was the realisation." , pointing to the caved-in hole on the wall.
Chanyeol rolled his eyes before throwing out his hand. His palm hit the stale air, expectantly, as he raised an eyebrow.
Jongin frowned.
"Fix your attitude, hyung." He hummed, reaching into his pocket and thumping the cellular device into his grip.
At that moment, Kyungsoo emerged from the hallway. He smiled, noticing the phone had been returned to it's rightful owner.
"Now, Chanyeol, don't forget, your mother messaged you right after you left. We texted her, via your very-easy-to-guess password, and calmed her down a little bit, but she's still very adamant for you to message her."
Chanyeol nodded with his head hanging low.
A wash of sadness took over him, surrounded by his childhood friends, he couldn't help but wish that this wasn't the end.
Almost as if he read his mind, Jongin raised to his feet. He walked up to the taller and slung his arms around his neck. Chanyeol could feel his warm breath on his neck and he felt himself being transported back to a better time.
It was final period at Chanyeol's school and he was sitting at his desk. He had his oversized, hypebeast hoodie pulled up to his cheeks.
He continued to tap his foot, restlessly, as Kyungsoo took notes beside him.
His obnoxious, beige, casted arm sat on the table; the fruits of an eventful school football match, where he played a main role.
The entire day he had been laughed at.
It was driving him mad; hearing the whispers that people didn't even try to hide.
The truth was; a rumour was going around that Chanyeol had slept with the most popular girl in the school.
Normally, a boy would be proud of these kind of things, but he wasn't. He wasn't because he didn't sleep with her in the first place.
He felt powerless to the talk.
The real reason people kept whispering was because they thought that she was pregnant.
Another dehumanising ploy for some pointless attention.
He could clearly remember how Kim Jongin, the captain of the football team (and his best friend), jogged into the teacher-less classroom and joked about, sliding on the desks in his muddy uniform as Kyungsoo scolded him.
The athlete had just came back from a football game at a different school, that Chanyeol couldn't play in, due to his broken wrist, so he wasn't in his regular lesson.
He remembered his immediate smile spreading across his features, as his honey head peeked through the doorway.
Everyone in the classroom swooned and giggled as the captain effortlessly charmed them all.
Jongin, known as Kai by the masses, convinced everyone that the ordeal never happened.
Chanyeol aggressively agreed, of course.
The rumour had stemmed from the 'pregnant' popular, who later apologised for faking everything, quickly coming out to the school with the truth.
It was actually her mother's pregnancy test, that was in a bin in the back of one of her selfies, and her friends had blown her every action out of proportion.
Chanyeol forgave her immediately, like the sweetie he was.
But in the end, he knew that his best friends were always going to be there to save the day and the taller was definitely prepared to do the same for them.
Coming back to reality, Chanyeol felt Jongin's face bury itself into his neck as they embraced.
"I know I don't say it often, but I really do love you two, Kai." He said, his voice wavering slightly.
Jongin pulled away with wide eyes at his childhood nickname.
He chuckled effortlessly as his chiseled face moulded into a warm grin.
"Haven't heard that one in a while, 61." He winked.
Chanyeol laughed at his football number, looking up at Kyungsoo, who was watching them proudly from the other side of the room.
Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow at their child-like expressions.
"I'm coming back in two days to replace your curtains, Mr. 61." Kyungsoo informed, "I don't know how you get even a wink of sleep knowing anyone and their mother can see in." The raven laughed, taking Jongin by the hand and walking to the doorway.
"I'll see you soon, I promise." Jongin smiled, opening the door for Kyungsoo and following him out.
He was alone again, but this time, his frown was replaced with a nostalgic smile and his runaway phone was clutched in his firm hand.
The unnerving events of the early morning was almost all forgotten, but he still couldn't brush off the feeling that someone had been watching...
An// spare comment, ma'am 😳
I'd like to hear some theories and opinions :)
