How 21 Students Saved the World

20 - Knives and Stab Wounds

"Are we really just going to walk for the rest of the time?" Jisung complained again in what must've been the third time in... five minute or so?

"At this rate, I'd rather get murdered by aliens than hear you again," Donghyuck said, only to feel a light punch on his arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

Mark wrapped his arm around Donghyuck's waist, hugging him tighter. "You're making me anxious with all your death comments."

Jeno shrugged. "Could be foreshadowing-"

"Literally why in the world would you say that?!" Jisung yelled at him. "Are you trying to get us killed??"

The six conscious teens (and one unconscious teen - yeah, Xiaojun, was still knocked out, unfortunately) had been walking for about ten minutes on the road, thankful not to have had any run ins with any aliens right now, but you couldn't blame Jisung, it was tiring, after all the stuff they've been through.

Unfortunately, they had been separated from the main group, but they didn't know where they were at; all they could do was hope that they were okay and being the badasses they were.

Donghyuck set his head on Mark's shoulder. How many steps of dating have they skipped through today? "I'm scared, Mark," he whispered.

Mark glanced at Donghyuck, brushing a hair strand away from his face with his free hand, the other still wrapped around his love's waist. "I'm sorry, Haechan," he said, using the latter's nickname. "I'm starting to wish Doyoung, Lucas and Johnny didn't find us, it was better thinking there was a serial killer outside of the classroom."

"Yeah, and we had our snacks," Donghyuck said, pouting. "All because of karaoke- holy shit I didn't even get to sing Marina and the Diamonds today!!" he screeched. "I hate life!!"

"Mood," Jisung said. "What's the point of living if I can't have a cake pop."

While they kept complaining about their lives today, Chen Le tapped on Kun's shoulder, the latter walking ahead of them, unconscious Xiaojun still in his arms. How was he not tired? "Kun-ge," he said in Mandarin. "Not to quote Jisung over here, but how long do you think we'll walk?"

Kun didn't glance at Chen Le, still staring straight ahead. He's been a bit spacey for a while, Chen Le noticed. "Should be a while," he mumbled. "But we have to get there."

Chen Le nodded in understanding. "Yeah, you need to get treated for your stab wound," he pointed out. "It must hurt."

"What stab wound- oh, that," Kun muttered, looking at his arm where Doyoung had stabbed him earlier. "I forgot about that."

"How do you forget about that??" Chen Le asked him, confused. "Doesn't that hurt?"

Kun shrugged. "Not much, to be honest. Maybe it's the way Doyoung stabbed it, I don't know."

Chen Le tilted his head, still confused but dropped it, already asking the next question. "Do you like Xiaojun?" he asked Kun.

The two stopped walking for a brief second, letting the others behind them catch up to them; Haechan and Jisung were now having a heated debate about chocolate, while Jeno clutched onto Jisung and Mark covered his face in shame.

"I've only known Xiaojun for, like, two weeks," Kun said, the two of them still speaking in Mandarin.

Chen Le squinted his eyes. "You didn't answer my question," he said.

Kun sighed. "But you already know the answer."

"I know!" Chen Le exclaimed. "I just want to hear your answer."