Hunted [Chapter 7]
"Dae?"
No. Way. I must have hit my head because what I'm seeing is surreal. Is it really Daesun? Is he really all right? They didn't capture him? So many questions are running through my head this moment. I rub my eyes and open them again. It's not a hallucination, he's really standing there.
"Dae..." I try a little harder. The sound just above a whisper, I don't know why I'm whispering since there's still quite a distance between us. But he turns his head again. He looks confused and starts to look around. He probably heard me, or heard his name at least. He looks kind of anxious for some reason. But he just turns around again. No, where are you going?
"Dae!" I practically scream. People around me are looking at me like I'm some kind of a madman. Maybe screaming was not the smartest thing to do, but I'll risk it. And sure, he hears me this time. He turns his head so fast, his almost platinum blond hair follows its movement in a wave. His eyes are wide open, a look of disbelieve on his face. It takes me a moment before I take my first step towards Daesung. I can feel myself smiling too hard. I probably look like an idiot right now but I couldn't care less.
But as I get closer, Daesung takes a step back.
"Dae?" I call out, trying to sound as confused as possible. He keeps on taking steps further away from my. He shakes his head, sorrow clearly written on his face. I speed up and reach out my hand but he just shakes his head harder. What's going on? Is he mad at me? I suddenly start to run towards him, I'm not planning on leaving him again.
"Hyunnie don't!!" I can hear Jiyong scream behind me and it is then that I see some sort of cam on Daesung's collar. Wait? Collar!? Shit, it's a trap!
Out of nowhere, people in black uniforms appear. The people that were standing around us back off and make way for the guys in uniforms. I don't have to think who they could be, they're the same guys that came to my school to take me with them. I turn around, we're surrounded. They all carry guns that are pointed to us. They are coming closer and I can hear sirens not too far away from here. I turn my head around again as I hear the sound of chains. I see some of the uniformed men connect an iron chain with his collar and pull him down with it. He hits the ground hard. How dare they! I have no control over myself and I change, angered by the action.
"Get away from him!" I scream. My voice sounds somewhat strange, lower than usual. I make my way towards Daesung.
"No, hyung, run!!!" As soon as he said it, one of the men holding Daesung takes his weapon out and hits Daesung's head with the back of it. Daesung falls back to the ground, not moving any longer. I lose it. A couple of uniformed men run towards me to take me down. But I'm done playing the nice guy, I'm done with the not-attacking-on-full-strength. I punch the guy that gets close to me first in the face. They keep coming so I keep punching around and it's actually working. I hear a cry of pain behind me. I turn around to find Jiyong has changed as well, holding his hands on one of the men's face. The guy's face is like a red moonscape when Jiyong finally releases him.
I make a crucial mistake however. By watching Jiyong, I let my guard down. Suddenly, I feel a painful sting in my arm. Shit, they gave me an anaesthetic and a fast working one. I feel dizzy, my vision gets more blurry by the second. But I keep on going. I try to make my way over to Daesung, but his unconscious body gets dragged towards, what I think is a van. The men in the suits are trying to stop me by hitting and punching me, but I can barely feel it due to the anaesthetic. Unfortunately, they decided to hit my head with a dull object. Every hit makes my vision go darker and darker. Why? Why won't you all just let me go to Daesung? But it's no use resisting, my body feels so heavy and with a final hit on the head, I slip into unconsciousness.
***
I'm dreaming, I'm almost 100% sure I am. And you know, once you know you're dreaming, you'll wake up, right? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that when you're under anaesthesia, because I'm still asleep. I'm sitting, with my back against a tree, in an endless field, filled with small, white flowers. The sky is clear except for a couple of small clouds. A small breeze makes my hair dance around my ears. It tickles and I try to put it behind my ears, failing each time I try to do so. I suddenly hear a chuckle coming from my right. I turn my head and see Daesung sitting next to me, smiling his angel smile.
"Hyung, you're so clumsy sometimes. Let me." He moves over in front of me. He leans towards me and uses both his hands to put the unruly hair behind my ears. Every move movement he makes, his hands brush the sides of my face gently. I like this feeling, it's soft and warm. Sitting here forever like this would be a problem at all. Out of the blue, I feel hot air reaching my ear.
"Are you sleeping?" I hear him whisper. I open my eyes. When did I close them? Doesn't matter. There's only a few centimetres in between us. His eyes are sparkling when he smiles like he is now. Those lips, dear Lord. His lips are so full, they almost look like a cherry dropped in a glass of wine. Oh how much I would like to kiss them.
"Hyung, why are you blushing?" I'm blushing, oh no. I touch my left cheek to check, it does feel a little warmer than it should be. But I try to make a betrayed face, looking slightly angry.
"I'm not!" I say, but Daesung just laughs.
"Yes, you are!" I try to act upset by his statement, but he just keeps laughing so I guess I'm doing something wrong here. The playful bickering continues for a while, until Daesung breaks the chain.
"Can it be that Hyung is blushing because I'm sitting so close?" He says smoothly, too smoothly for my taste. I stare at him in shock.
"No, w-why would you think that?" I ask and I try to keep the nerves out of my voice doing so, but I fail. He moves closer again, I on the other hand try to back up a bit, but there's a tree standing in my way.
"Hhmm maybe because, one: your blush just intensified and you're backing up..." Ah, crap.
"And two: because you actually like me?" I- he- WHAT?!? Did he just say what I thing he said? Okay, deny it, just deny it.
"O-of course, I like you. You're m-my friend!" Yeah, really smooth.
"You know that's not what I meant..." His voice sounds somewhat sad. He puts his hand on my cheeks this time.
"I know you like me, I've known for quite a while now. And... I've tried so many times to give you signs to tell you that it's okay. But... You don't seem to get them. See, I've liked Hyung for a very long time also..." He smiles softly. Cheeks reddening as he's telling the story. My eyes are wide open. He likes me too? Daesung must have seen my confused expression, because he's chuckling.
"Hyung is so clueless sometimes..."
"W-why, didn't you say something?" I ask, still confused.
"Because you're older, you should tell me first." Because I'm older?
"What kind of logic is that?" I say, jokingly. Daesung fakes annoyance in return.
"It's completely normal. But I'll forgive hyung if he takes the next step." I'll play along.
"Okay, and what might be that next step?" Daesung looks at me with hesitation written on his face.
"I don't know... a k-kiss maybe?" I turn bright red instantly. Daesung sees this and turns his head to the side, a blush spread on his cheeks as well. Of course, that's the next logical step. And I can feel myself hesitate. Why? Why am I always like this. Okay Seunghyun, man up and just do it! I gently put my hand on his cheek and make him turn his head towards me again. He looks at me, somewhat nervous. I smile to reassure him and put my free hand under his chin and pull him in slowly...
***
A bright, white flash brings me back to reality. I try to open my eyes, but the light is too strong to do so. I let my eyes adjust for a moment until I can make out some shapes. I'm sitting on a chair in a room. I see a dark gray, concrete wall in front of me, with a huge mirror-like window in the middle of it, just like those in detective films. I turn my head around. There's nothing else inside of this room except for the remaining three walls, a black, steel door and two sound boxes. I try to move, but I'm apparently chained up on the chair. I struggle, maybe I can get out if I just move a lot.
A screech coming from the sound boxes, it hurts my ears. But it stops just after seconds and reveals a voice I recognize from before.
"Well well, awake at last?"
TBC
A/N:
1) Sorry for such a short chapter but with the projects and all... I'm going to write shorter chaps so I can update more frequently.
2) Sorry for the mistakes (again) and thank you all for sticking with me, subscribing and commenting on this story! It really means a lot!
3) 1,5 week until the concert... Nerves, what are you doing to meeeeee?? XD
4) My room is getting a most-needed makeover, so I'm writing this on the sofa, next to my parents... I'm glad I'm not writing any smut for the moment, that would be awkward and dangerous.
My mother: what are you writing?
Me: Nothing! Just doing some homework!
I wasn't lying, not completely anyway... I was doing my homework... two hours ago... :p
Jaa ne~~