The memory of this bestfriend being thrown to the ground, clotching onto his stomach and coughing out blood, spat with spiting insults was still fresh in his heart and soul. He still remembered how the crews had held him back; refraining him from saving his bestfriend who cried for help. Chanyeol cried that night. He cried because he couldn’t do anything but watch.
“Why aren’t you bastards doing anything?!” He shouted, frustrated, sad, depressed. He eyed his leader who stood still, fighting away those tears that threatened to fall and he glanced over to Tao who fell to the ground, gasping for air a...