[M] Twenty-fifth Click (1/1)

Where? Where did he go? I thought wildly as I scoured the streets looking for that golden brown haired male. If anything were to happen to him… If that bastard did something to him…I fisted my hand, gritting my teeth. Was this because I was so caught up with myself and my thoughts? What would have happened if I had approached him earlier this morning at the back of the school – in his simple hoodie and sweatpants…? Would he have not gone over by himself?Chanyeol…! Chanyeol stirred, his abdomen slightly aching. He groaned low before releasing a slow breath, a sigh. He opened his eyes and he realized he was on something – a bed. There was a moment of stillness before he blinked furiously, waking himself up. He sat up and realized that he was alone in a bedroom. He sighed in relief, checking his clothes – all were intact.He gulped nervously. Not really knowing where the senior was or if he had done something to him already. But it looked like he was just carried here. He took another moment to remember that he didn’t have his cellphone with him and he internally panicked.Shit! He cursed in his head. Now there was no way he can call for help if he needed to. He made to get off the bed when the door of the room creaked open and in stepped his worst nightmare.“Hey, Chanyeol.” The senior spoke, his voice dark and sordid. “Where are you going?”“Uh…” Chanyeol gulped, gripping the sheets for support. “What…?”“You collapsed you know? You shouldn’t be moving around like this.” The senior stepped closer to him and Chanyeol shot up. He wasn’t going to be sticking close to a bed when this guy’s involved. Chanyeol made to walk away – like go around the senior to make a magical escape out the door but the senior grabbed his arm forcefully and slammed him to the wall, cornering him.“Ugh!” Chanyeol winced and glared at the senior. “Get off me.”“Only if you get back on the bed.”Chanyeol’s eyes hardened and he placed his hands on either side of senior’s pectorals, pushing him. “Get off--!”The senior smirked, allowing himself to be pushed. Chanyeol stumbled forward and took a moment to realize what had happened – he then turned around and made a lunge for the door, except the door suddenly closed on its own. Chanyeol rammed straight into the hard surface and panicked.“What?!”“Did you really think I would call you out here and not be prepared for anything?” The senior’s voice scared Chanyeol as he heard his steps coming closer behind him. “You should know by now, Chanyeol, but I’m one to lie – especially since your little report to me before caused my expulsion.”Chanyeol could feel cold sweat breaking out and his breathing quicken. This guy wasn’t alone in the very beginning. He could hear little rustles and chuckles from behind the door. Was it those guys he had met before? Chanyeol didn’t want this to happen – what was he going to do?He gritted his teeth and fought back the urge to fall limp on the floor from fear. He was not going to give up without a fight.Suddenly, there were two hands on either side of his head, the senior had cornered him at the door – his back against the older male, his nape exposed to the devil.“Are you listening, Chanyeol?” The senior spoke, his warm breath sending awful chills to the younger one as he whispered by his nape. “It’s all your fault.”“Wh-What…” Chanyeol spoke, almost in a barely audible whisper.“It’s because you didn’t choose me.” The senior finished and Chanyeol felt like kicking him in the shin. He could actually, if only his legs would budge.Chanyeol turned his head, eyes ablaze with anger. “What are you talking about?”The senior chuckled, pressing himself closer to Chanyeol and said male made a move to push him back, but it only made the senior push him further – soon, Chanyeol’s face was inches from the door’s surface and Chanyeol disliked feeling the elder so close.“When was that again?” The senior hummed, lifting his head up slightly, pretending to enter a mode of reverie. “Ah, right. That time in the art exhibit months ago. Remember? You held a painting?”Chanyeol blinked, trying to ram his terrible memory for whatever this bastard was spouting. “Huh?”“You held a painting up, remember?” The senior spoke, moving one hand to reach Chanyeol’s chin to move his head back against his. “Afterwards, you placed it down and reached out to another one with these fingers…” He said, guiding his other hand to touch Chanyeol’s hand.Chanyeol was freaking out. Stop…. Stop touching me… Chanyeol shook his hand free but his head was kept in place roughly by the senior’s hold.“Hn…” Chanyeol gritted his teeth.“Those paintings….” The senior added, “They were mine.”Chanyeol blinked, turning around slightly and was face to face with a very indifferent expression. Chanyeol’s eyes widened. “Wh…”“I saw you first.” The senior spoke, moving the hand that Chanyeol shook free momentarily to hold Chanyeol’s waist. Chanyeol yelped. “Your look of admiration for my hard work… I couldn’t forget it. How could I forget someone that looked like that?”“No!” Chanyeol cried out.“Yet he was there as well.” The senior’s voice suddenly toned down a pitch deeper and Chanyeol shivered – mostly out of fear. “That ‘Kris-hyung’ of yours.”“Uh…?” Chanyeol’s voice trembled and he felt sick hearing it. Dammit! Be a man!“He was taking pictures of you.” The senior added. “And I thought, ‘No, I saw him first.’ How childish, right?”“…” Chanyeol used his hands to try and rip the senior’s hold on his waist. Don’t…! But the more he fought, the tighter the senior held on to him.“In that very moment, I thought of nothing but wanting to keep you to myself.” The senior pulled Chanyeol’s face closer to the side of his head for him to whisper by his ear. “There’s a reason I asked you to model for the ad.”“…!” Chanyeol trembled.“I have a talent for art – photography, sculpting…” The senior whispered, his hand that was holding Chanyeol’s chin was caressing the younger male’s skin lightly. Chanyeol felt like vomiting. “But my real talent is painting…”“…” Chanyeol breathed shallow breaths; his heart was thumping so hard against his chest for fear of whatever the senior was plotting. This sick bastard!“Won’t you model for me again, Chanyeol?” The senior chuckled darkly, pulling Chanyeol back into the room – away from the door.“Ah!” Chanyeol yelped, trying to reach for the door again but the senior used all his strength and pushed Chanyeol back on the bed. “Stop!”“Your smile caught me,” The senior spoke low, “But I’m pretty sure what’s hiding under these clothes is another sight to see.”“Bastard!” Chanyeol kicked and pushed and punched everything and anywhere. He didn’t want this guy talking to him like this.“Why him, Chanyeol?” The senior spat, quickly grabbing Chanyeol’s arms and pinning them and him on the bed. Chanyeol’s lower half was at the edge of the bed, his legs against the side of the bed. The senior had a leg up on the bed, so he could hover over him. “Why did you choose him?”Chanyeol gritted his lip, breathing low breaths as he watched the senior lean forward – as if he was going to kiss him.Over my dead body! Chanyeol shouted in his head, eyes widening for a second before he shut them tight and ramming his head against the senior’s forehead.The senior stumbled forward, momentarily caught off-guard as Chanyeol headbutted him. He gritted his teeth before he laughed low. “You don’t want to make me mad, Chanyeol.”“Oh?” Chanyeol smirked, trying to control his erratic breathing. “You’re not mad yet?”The senior’s eye gave a twitch. “You didn’t answer my question.”“I don’t need to tell you anything.” Chanyeol pursed his lips. “Don’t touch me.”The senior smiled. “Why? What’s wrong with sharing a little skin?”Chanyeol quickly grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him. “Don’t you fucking touch me! I hate you!”The senior used his arm to shield his face from the pillow and he glared at Chanyeol. With his glowering look, he took a step closer again at the younger male. Chanyeol didn’t flinch – yet his eyes were widening with anticipation and anxiety at what the senior was plotting.The senior leaned forward again, whispering low at Chanyeol’s face. “You hate me?”“…” Chanyeol stared straight at his eyes before he responded in an equally low whisper, “More than you could ever imagine.”It was unexpected and Chanyeol was totally caught off-guard. Before he realized it, the senior had grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his head down on the bed, his cheeks brushing the rough blankets, torso twisting as the senior forced him to lay on his belly but he refused to do so.“You’ll pay for that, Chanyeol.” The senior said, voice trembling with anger. “I went out of my way to talk with you kindly and yet – yet…”“You--! There was never any kindness from you in the first place, you bastard!” Chanyeol spat, turning his head to glare at the senior. “Let go of me!”“Oh, no… Chanyeol.” The senior spoke, chuckling darkly.Chanyeol was about to kick him where it hurt the most when he froze – the senior’s other hand was under his shirt, touching his back. Slowly, he felt the senior drag his shirt upwards. Chanyeol panicked.“What are you doing?!” Chanyeol bellowed. “Urgh…!” He squinted his eyes as the senior gripped on his hair tighter – he could feel their roots stretching.“If you behave,” The senior whispered by his ear. “I’ll be gentle.” I panted, bending and placing my hands on my knees to catch my breath. This is it… Thanks to my luck with the Admissions’ Office – I managed to obtain an address that bastard wrote as an address. I pursed my lips, looking up at the apartment.Chanyeol must be here – there was that uneasy feeling in my gut telling me so. I took a moment to breathe one last time before I made to go inside. I wouldn’t be so polite and knock on the door but as of the moment, I don’t know whatever situation Chanyeol is in right now. I wouldn’t want my barging in heroically to cause him more pain.I rang the doorbell and waited – it felt like an era. In seconds, I noticed that there was a peephole and quickly covered it, hoping that anyone behind that door hadn’t checked it yet. I placed my ear against the door to listen. There was hustling and low chatter. How many freaking people are in there?I heard a click and I moved my hand out of the peephole and took a st