↭CHAPTER 29↭

Lay's old house was a good 250 kilometers away from maintown Changsha. They mainly travelled on old rickety bikes that soon gave way on the second day of their journey when Lay was trying to change a gear and the chain snapped, causing him to fall off his bike and in the process Kyungsoo was also knocked off his.

"Eww oh my god, gross!" Kyungsoo wailed as he landed beside, close but still far enough, a pile of dung. Probably fresh.

"It's just poop Kyungsoo, you probably stepped on some while chasing butterflies." Yixing deadpanned and stared at the snapped chain in dismay.

Kyungsoo got up and grunted in disgust as he continued walking. Lay kicked their bikes into the many piles of trash along the earthen roads. Not that it would have made a difference, the amount of pollution was extreme compared to ten years ago.

The duo trudged silently along the road, both occasionally wiping their hands being the germ-concious people they were. Minscule amounts of their remaining hand sanitizers was squeezed onto their palms to conserve it so it would last them longer than a week.

Yeap they were that concious. They came to a split road, the signs hanging weakly on the metal post. Graffiti scribbles practically covered the two boards and it was completed illegible. Kyungsoo sighed and turned to Lay.

"Don't you think this is turning out to become more of a cartoon?" Kyungsoo asked and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat off.

"Yeah pretty much, so where do you suggest we go?"

"Left and right is too cliche. Lets take the middle."

"Are you for real Kyungsoo?"

"Hell yeah I am, now pull those boards off it's improvising time."

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"How the did we end up in Russia?" Kris announced in bewilderment and Chen shrugged his shoulder in response.

"Seriously how the did we get here?"

"Oh my god say something, how the -"

"Shut up Kevin I'm thinking."

"Who's Kevin, there's no- oh." Kris stopped when he realised his younger brother actually knew his real name.

"So can you read Russian?" Chen asked and Kris blinked back at him.

"I only speak ghetto english, little brother. Ghetto english."

Global Warming probably decided to go extreme after ten years because the snow storm they experienced sent them a humongous gust of wind and Chen flew backwards into his brother's chest.

Jongup smirked as he saw the two weaklings struggling to walk towards the city. Another gust of snow covered his binoculous lenses and he cursed the storm. He closed the window and smirked at