exomeme | part seventy two

part seventy two

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Chanyeol's stomach is starting to ache with hunger and he's pretty sure he hasn't seen another soul in three days. He's been wandering aimlessly, dirty and tired and hiding in trees to sleep. He feels far too tall and exposed and ever since the joke of a gift his sponsors sent him earlier in the week, he's sure he's been labeled as a joke and given up on. He's walked the length of this creek for the past four hours, staring longingly at the fish that are far too fast for him to catch, and instead reaches into his pocket for another handful of berries. He's met with two smushed blueberries and a bit of lint. It's a pitiful meal.

The sun is high over the woods and he can feel the beginnings of a sunburn on his nose, reaching up to scratch at the sensitive skin. It's going to peel, he just knows it, and for a brief moment, he wonders if the gluestick in his pocket could double as sunscreen.

Chanyeol stops suddenly, breath catching on its way in. The air feels different, and like a deer being hunted, he freezes entirely. His eyes, wide and fearful, shift from left to right before locking on a bush. He can make out a subtle red between the dark leaves -- a uniform. Chanyeol tries to swallow the bile rising to the back of his throat and his muscles tense. He sees the knife whizzing towards him before he sees the person move and despite all his gangly limbs, his jumping to the right, slipping straight into the creek in a narrow escape.

The young boy in the bush jumps out with a sharp cry, racing after Chanyeol with a machete, and Chanyeol's quick to stumble to his feet in a splash of water, scrambling back up the bank and grabbing the knife. He trips again, twisting around just in time to hold the knife up in defense, struggling against the heavy weight of the machete that clangs against it.

Chanyeol stares up into a pair of large eyes with dark circles beneath them, the face smeared with blood and dirt alike, hair matted where it seemed he'd suffered a blow. Chanyeol's breathing quickly, matching the quickened gasps of his attacker.

They struggle for a moment before Chanyeol manages to get a long leg between them and kicks him off. He struggles to remember the boy from training. It comes to him after a second moment of struggle when he's tackled again, machete against his throat.

"Kyungsoo!" Chanyeol screams helplessly, and the boy ontop of him falters just long enough for Chanyeol to shove him off again, brandishing his knife defensively. His other hand moves up to rub his neck awkwardly, swallowing hard. "Please...Please, I'm not going to hurt you, so stop..."

Kyungsoo narrows his eyes, mouth open as he pants, scrambling back with his machete at the ready. His brows furrow as he glares at Chanyeol intensely, and the taller boy is afraid this might really be the end.

"Is this water safe to drink?" Kyungsoo finally asks, raising his weapon a bit. "If you lie to me, I'll kill you without hesitation." Chanyeol blinks a bit, rubbing his neck embarrassedly.

"I don't think it is...I've been drinking from it and I haven't gotten sick," he admits sheepily, lowering the knife a little. Kyungsoo stares at him.

"You're a moron," he deadpans a little, but he seems to relax just a bit, glancing longingly at the creek. "...I'm going to take a drink. If you even move, I'll kill you."

Chanyeol nods quickly, sticking the knife in the ground and holding his hands up in surrender. Kyungsoo lunges to grab the knife, glaring up at Chanyeol, before backing up slowly and moving towards the edge of the creek. He positions himself so that he can lean over the water without losing sight of the taller boy. With shakey hands, he scoops up the water and brings it to his mouth, wary at first, before he's scooping almost desperately, gulping down mouthful after mouthful. Chanyeol frowns, watching him sympathetically. Kyungsoo must've been without water for a few days, he notices as he looks him over for his nonexistant canteen.

Once he's seemed to have his fill, he washes his face quickly and runs wet hands through his hair, before quickly spinning around to hold his weapons in front of him, eyes narrowing at Chanyeol again.

"Have you seen anyone recently?" he questions.

Chanyeol shakes his head gingerly, picking at his fingers awkwardly. "You're the first person I've seen in days," is his weak reply. Kyungsoo raises a brow.

"...I saw Baekhyun 4 kilometers South," Kyungsoo gestures to the back of him with his thumb. Chanyeol's eyes widen slightly.

"Really?"

"He got ran off by a beast, but yeah," Kyungsoo cleared his throat. "...I'm going to go now. Don't try to follow me."

"No! I mean," Chanyeol stumbles over his words, giving a cheesy smile. "Could you maybe...Stay for a bit? I'm weaponless, I swear, I'm not going to attack you. I just...Like four days without contact is hard, you know?"

Kyungsoo just stares untrustingly, fidgeting. "You aren't supposed to make friends in this game." Chanyeol rubs his cheek gingerly.

"We don't have to be friends...Please?"

There's some sort of inner battle in Kyungsoo's eyes before he slowly lowers his machete, though his knife stays tight in his grip, halfway raised. "Fine. But don't get any closer. I'll stay for a few minutes, but not any longer." Chanyeol perks up immediately, giving him two thumbs up. Kyungsoo snorts softly, but shifts to sit, knife close.

"I'm Chanyeol," Chanyeol starts quietly, but Kyungsoo narrows his eyes.

"I know that."

"Oh..." he laughs awkwardly, rubbing his arms. Now that Kyungsoo's agreed to keep him company, he isn't sure what to say, and he's afraid his time is running out.

The awkward silence is broken by a faint beeping. As it grows nearer, Chanyeol's neck cranes upwards, spotting a fairly large box floating down from the sky. Kyungsoo is quick to his feet, both weapons raised again and Chanyeol scrambles back, shaking his head.

"It's gotta be yours!" he offers weakly, afraid Kyungsoo'll attack him for the package. Once it lands, equal distance from them both, Kyungsoo snarls slightly.

"Don't move...I'm opening it," he threatens. Chanyeol nods obediently.

The smaller boy moves closer carefully, plucking the card off the parachute.

"Tomorrow will be a kinder day." Kyungsoo turns the card over in his hands before furrowing his brow. It isn't addressed to either of them. Pocketing the card, he kneels down to open the box with one hand, knife still held up defensively. When he manages to rip the top off, his confusion is only intensified. He looks up at Chanyeol questioningly. Chanyeol peers forward curiously.

"It's a guitar..." Kyungsoo trails off. "And it's got your district number on it."

Chanyeol blinks. "Huh?" He feels a bit dumb, but he must've misheard Kyungsoo. "I don't get gifts...What are you talking about?"

"It's yours," Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, kicking the box across the ground to Chanyeol. A guitar is useless to him. Chanyeol grabs the box and pulls it closer, staring at the guitar inside. It's a rich mahogany with mother of pearl frets and thick wired strings. Pulling it out gingerly, he sets it in his lap.

"...Is this a joke too? Like the gluestick?" Chanyeol's frown is beyond disappointed, but Kyungsoo's eyeing the guitar quietly. Chanyeol raises a brow at him.

"...Can you play?" Kyungsoo asks, and there's a slight childish tone to his voice. Chanyeol nods, tilting his head.

"Most people in my district can play instruments...Music's a big deal there," he mumbles. Kyungsoo frowns.

"We don't have instruments in my district. We make music with our voices." He scoots a little closer. "...Play."

Both of Chanyeol's brows disappear into his hair. "...What if someone hears?"

"Then be quick and keep it quiet. I want to hear it," Kyungsoo snaps, and Chanyeol obliges because machete.

He positions his fingers on the frets and strums a little carefully. It's already tuned. Swallowing hard, he struggles to remember something simple and easy. He settles on a common children's song from his district and the notes fill the air around them, the tone playful and completely opposite of the atmosphere at hand. Kyungsoo's staring intensely at the guitar, almost in awe, and before Chanyeol registers the noise, he's singing along quietly. The words aren't the ones Chanyeol grew up with, but they fit just as well and he doesn't mind. They finish the song together, and Chanyeol feels more relaxed than he has in weeks. Kyungsoo licks his lips weakly, a bit shaken, and closes his eyes briefly. Chanyeol watches in silence.

"...Thanks Chanyeol," he finally speaks, opening his eyes. He scoots back to stand, both weapons in his hands. "I'm going now, okay?"

Chanyeol nods with a slight frown. Kyungsoo hesitates, lingering a bit near the edge of the creek, and Chanyeol scrambles to pull his canteen off his hip, rolling it down the slight slope to the other. It hits Kyungsoo's foot and he raises a brow before nodding and filling it up, hooking it to his belt. Chanyeol offers a bright grin, and Kyungsoo relents a small smile before he's darting across the stream and back into the woods.

Chanyeol sits there in silence, smile fading into a frown. It felt nice to finally see someone, but now he feels even more empty than before. Looking down at his gift, he sighs helplessly.

"A guitar...? Are you guys trying to get someone to kill me?" he mumbles to himself, picking the guitar up to put back in the box, though he pauses. Shaking the guitar a little, he furrows his brow. There's a faint rattling inside and standing up, he tries to wedge his hand beneath the strings to no avail. Peering around, he spots a large rock near the stream and hurries over to it, bringing the guitar up over his head and down onto the rock. There's a loud pang as the guitar smashes to pieces, and Chanyeol feels a slight twinge at the loss of such a beautiful instrument, but his suspicions are confirmed when a bundle wrapped in cloth skids across the leafy ground.

Scrambling to grab it, he stumbles behind a tree and quickly undoes the strings tying it shut. Chanyeol feels his heart lurch at the sight. A dagger, two thick slices of cheese, one small chunk of bread, and a small bottle of salve. Chanyeol feels the sting in his eyes as he licks his suddenly dry lips. His district wasn't abandoning him.

anooooooooon ;~~~; at first i was going to rage at his gift but then i got to the end and ended up tearing up ;~;

;wwww; I FELT BAD BC ALL HE HAD WAS THE DAMN GLUESTICK OK

omg chansoo anon \o/

i'm writing one too!!

yay!!! spread chansoo love ;w; (and give ur points to chenchen oppar)

this is beautiful ;;

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