Author: KPOPidentity45 (used to be known as sakiel)
Length: Chaptered (9/?)
Overall Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Suspense, Romance, Betrayal
Warning: Some sexual references
What would you do in a situation where your life was being threatened by a man you had assumed may be the love of your life? What if that man was holding you hostage in a plane 5,000 feet high in the air in the middle of no where on the way to certain doom? What if that man has fallen in love with you? Do you run? Do you hide? Will you die? There's only one way to find out. Come, join us on the Chaser: The one way flight into hell.
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Myungsoo's story | Sunggyu's story
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It was a beautiful day; the birds were chirping their usual melodious
tune, the winds of early spring were crisp with thawing frost, and the
gentle rays of dawn were cascading upon the city in gorgeous falls of
purple and orange gradient.
Arriving at the front steps of his high school, the dark haired boy
gazed around himself, his sights landing flitting on the students
mingling in the front lawn or lot, their ages mixed along with different
classes. A portion of these groups would laugh or smile at the giddy
conversation at play whilst others simply enjoyed the tranquility of
morning silence. Though he may have been jealous at one point in time
due to seeing his friend conversing with a stranger male, the boy he was
searching for, it seemed, wasn't anywhere among these groups, and after
a moment's recollection, he returned to his quest by entering the
educational building behind him.
The boy he was looking for went by the name of Lee Sungyeol, but he
enjoyed calling him by the nickname of Yeollie. They were best friends,
inseparable, but total opposites when it came to personality, separated
emotionally by a secret that could change their lives for quite a long
time. The word forever would have been used, he thought to himself with wonder, but nothing truly lasts forever, and at this moment an aching sensation gripped his chest.
Back to the task at hand, the senior stopped by his homeroom at the
sound of shuffling paper - a currently empty and dark class - and opened
the door to reveal the treasure he had previously been hunting. The boy
sat at the first row on the left and was busy writing some form of
note. Knowing his friend didn't particularly enjoy being the one that is
pranked and would rather be the prankster, the older took his time
moving regularly across the carpeted floor of the area. That is, until a
magical voice interrupted the quiet of the room.
"I saw you by the door," the younger male stated with a soft undertone,
and though his head was angled downward, the senior could identify the
hidden smile in his voice.
"Why didn't you call me in, then?"
"I was busy," he murmured, holding up the written paper long enough for
the other to see it but not read its content, "anyway, I knew you would
come in whether I invited you or not."
"Oh..." the older murmured, nodding his head with a silent, strained
chuckle. There was always an awkward presence whenever he was left alone
with Sungyeol, and often times he wondered if that was because of the
elephant-sized predicament they were facing, the younger blindly and the
older nervously -- they were both aware, consciously and
subconsciously, of his strong feeling toward the sophomore.
In wordless response of his inference, the previously busy student stood
from the desk he was occupying and gathered his things to leave.
"Are we doing it again?" the focused young male asked while placing his
binder in his bag, and the other cleared his throat in order to respond.
Tension...
"Yeah," he nodded, placing his hands in his uniform pant pockets and
continuing to observe the boy getting ready. It was a tradition for
every season equinox -- the two of them would leave school an hour after
giving their presence in order to enjoy the day. But Spring, by far,
was the best yet. The leaves and grasses were in color and growing,
flowers bloomed along garden walls, and the chilly weather changed into a
relaxing, sensual warmth. The thought of seeing his Yeollie happy
again, the winter depression ebbing from his mind and creating that
famous grin of excitement took hold of his imagination and he could feel
his cheekbones rising in temperature, higher and higher...
However, before he could fall completely in to fantasy land, a sharp
knock upon his cranium sent him reeling with surprise and pain. Turning
toward the source, he couldn't resist the whine in his voice.
"What was that for?"
"Are we leaving or what, dreamer?"
Beautifully dangerous, that boy, he thought to himself while walking
down the hallway after the slightly strutting young man. Those two terms
described Lee Sungyeol to the letter. Sunggyu's brother, Myungsoo,
however, would have thought differently -- Leee Sungjong was far more
gorgeous, but Sunggyu couldn't see it. He never could. Little
Sungjongie, though Sungyeol was his sibling, was simply a child in the
older's eyes, and he was happy his brother found him. His own brother
seemed to be a sad mini soul until he came across Sungjong...
To Sunggyu, Sungyeol was better than any flower, any star, and any moon
that he had ever come across and seen, and the boy was willing to prove
it to whoever doubted his love.
Of course... this view was about to change drastically, and he hoped it was for the better.
Sitting at a local cafe, waiting for his friend to return to the booth
he was currently situated in, the senior nervously stared out the window
at the moderately busy streets. You can do this, Sunggyu, he thought to himself with mock confidence, just
confess to him! You play around with him all the time about this sort
of stuff! The only difference now is that you're seriously...
"Not helping," the anxious boy finished his conscience's speech, resting
his head upon his arms and hiding his face in his elbow due to his
boredom.
Sungyeol's taking a long time...
"Hey, you," the familiar voice snapped, and his heart skipped a beat
just at the mere vision of the boy. Smiling and turning to the well
thought of boy, he tilted his head to the side.
"Yeah?"
"You brought me here to tell me this?" Sungyeol asked with an enraged
expression while he lifted his phone and shoved it in the others face.
After a while of crossing his eyes and blinking in rapid succession due
to the bright shine of the phone's visual screen, he read the message
and instantly paled once the text sunk in.
"What the hell..."
"Is that why you wanted to be my friend? So that you could get closer to
my brother?" the offended boy questioned with a heated tone. The victim
of his patronizing stare tried his best to backpedal and recall the
day's events in order to explain the situation, in order to regain the
calm that was once leading up to his confession.
He had left his phone at home so as not to disturb their day...
So he couldn't have texted him.
But the only one at home was...
Gah, Myungsoo!
He writhed with anger, his mind and gaze dark whilst he gritted his
teeth in temporary hatred. That morning had been so calm between the two
of them when, by routine, they were constantly fighting. Now he
understood why. It was all a plot to destroy his relationship with
Sungyeol. Get my guard down, beat my barriers to a pulp so that I would trust you with my things, and then wham! Attack! And it seemed that this disgusting plan was working perfectly to Myungsoo's advantage.
"Look, Yeollie-"
"Don't call me that!"
He gulped and tried again, "Sungyeol, you're my best friend... I came here with you to tell you t-"
"Well, you could have told me in person rather than over text!"
"Sungyeol, I l-"
"I don't want to hear those revolting words leave your mouth!" the boy
shouted, causing a scene while placing his hands over his ears in an
attempt to shut out the world.
"Will you just listen to me?" the other pleaded, gazing up at the softly sobbing boy in front of him with a begging heart.
"No!"
"I like y-"
"Shut up!" Sungyeol screamed, glaring down at the sitting boy, "you know
what..." he started and with a fevered severity began to type something
in his phone, sniffling during the process, and sent whatever it was
before sticking the device in his pocket.
"If you don't have it with you, then I won't hear it go off."
They waited for a moment, one in rage and the other in nauseating agony,
when a ding was heard from someone's cell across the room.
It all happened too fast.
The hurt boy hissed and stalked off, followed by a stumbling senior who
was trying desperately to grab hold of the boy to stop him, screaming
that it wasn't his cell and that he didn't have it with him, when he
found his love and half of his heart went out the door, tossing
venomous, boiling words behind him.
"I hate you!"
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