stairs | jaeyong

# eleven !¡

6:50 AM | Seoul, South Korea

The Chinese flinched when the other male in the room started moving. He got on his knees and palms like a cat, and slowly scooted towards the older who just woke up.

The shorter opened his eyes and met darkness. Thinking that maybe he is still closing his eyes, he closed it again. After realizing what he did just right now, he opened his eyes again.

He squinted his eyes to get a clear view of where he is, but only saw darkness. Just then, he felt someone was there beside him. He shot his head to the left, scaring the younger again.

He couldn't see who it was, but he felt like it was someone familiar. Sicheng stood up, dusted his hands and pants, and leaned against the wall behind him.

He touched the wall here and there, trying to find the light switch. Maybe, the light bulb is working again? Soon enough, he felt something like a cold board.

He sighed, and flipped the switch on. The same yellow light filling the room again. He looked down at the male laying down on the floor and a small smile formed on his lips.

Taeil covered his eyes with his arm, trying to adjust with the light now. A few seconds later, he removed his hand and looked beside him to see Sicheng standing there.

His eyes widen, and he almost immediately stood up and went near the taller, frightening the shit out of the other one for the third time. He touched his cheeks, making the Chinese awkwardly remove his hand by grabbing his wrist lightly.

He took back his hand, eyes still wide. Taeil now pointed his index finger at the other, almost touching his chest.

"Are you the real Sicheng!?"

The Chinese furrowed his brows in confusion but nevertheless, still nodded as a yes. But he had to get scared yet again when the Korean started jumping out of nowhere, nearly like a fangirl.

"Oh my god, you're alive! You don't know how much worried we all were! Why on this earth are you here..." He stopped midway, after noticing something in a corner.

A skeleton. Not actually one, but two. His smile dropped and his goosebumps raised. Sicheng, noticing that, walked close to him, patting his shoulder.

The older looked back at him, when the taller gestured him to sit down with him. He glanced at the skeletons, then back at the guy behind him, and then nodded following him.

They both sat with a sigh, still looking at the skeletons in the corner.

"So... Why are you here?" The Korean started.

"Why are you here?" The younger asked back, crossing his arms.

"I don't know how I ended up here." He responded, looking down at his lap.

"Same here. I just randomly woke up at this place. But as far I remember, you were pushed inside by someone here, as I myself witnessed the scene."

"Did you saw who it was?" He asked, taking a look at the male sitting beside, who shook his head as a no.

He sighed, looking up at the blank, yet old ceiling.

"You know, the others were worried as heck for you. Specially Yuta." He said, earning a chuckle from the taller.

"Did Yuta ate?"

"Yeah. You must be hungry, right?"

"Surprisingly no." He said, earning a look from the other one.

"Actually, last night, a plate of food came flying in the room in a speed of light. I was hesitant if I should eat it or not, but I ate it anyway. And what was even more shocking is that it tasted like Taeyong Hyung's cooking."

The older's eyes and mouth were wide open in shock.

"Wait, where's the plate?" He asked, looking around the room.

"It disappeared after I ate." He said nonchalantly.

"I don't get how can you be so calm about all this." He asked in disbelief.

"I was literally panicking yesterday so much. I thought I was kidnapped and all, and I'll be killed. I even banged on the door, but nothing happened. But after that food incident and the light going off on its own, I knew I wasn't kidnapped by a normal human being."

"Huh?" He asked in utter confusion.

"What I mean is that we've been kidnapped by a harmless soul, apparently. Harmless because it gave me food and turned off the lights, as a signal for me to go to sleep. It actually took care of me, and so it'll do for you."

"Oh, I see, but why would it kidnap us?"

"I don't know... But all I know is that we don't have to panic right now, since whoever this ghost or soul is, is harmless."

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A sleepy Doyoung walked his way down the stairs while stretching and yawing. He went near the dining table and found everyone sitting at the table.

"Good morning." Taeyong greeted him, and he just nodded, not having any sort of energy to say a word. He dragged a chair out of the table, and sat on it.

He eyed everyone, eyes searching for a specific one, but couldn't find him.

"Where's Taeil?" Both Taeyong and Doyoung said in unison, earning looks from the others. Jaehyun noticing that, cleared his throat, gaining attention.

"Maybe he's still asleep?" He asked, while pouring a glass of water for Jungwoo.

"No, he wasn't in the room the time I woke up." 

"Wait, I'll search for him." The youngest on the table said, and stood up. Taeyong, Mark, Doyoung and Jungwoo nodded.

"By the time you'll search for him, I will just quickly call him and ask where he is." Johnny said, shrugging, and picking his phone up from the table.

"Like he'll have his phone with him early in the morning, like Mark." The tan male fired back with an eye roll, taking the stairs to up. The Canadian choked on his sandwich.

Taeyong quickly stood up, and by grabbing a glass of water, gave it to the choking boy. Johnny tried to hold himself back from laughing his ass off right now.

Jaehyun just sat there unbothered, as he was too used to all of these things. Doyoung shook his head with a sigh. The only one who was silent was the Japanese.

He looked dead. His heart was beating fast. He kind of have an idea of what happened to the oldest, but he wished it wasn't like anything he thought.

Few minutes later, a panting Donghyuck came running towards them. Some were confused, some had their eyes widened, while some started choking on their food.

"Guys, Taeil Hyung is missing too!"

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