Risen || Chanyeol and Kyungsoo
His eyes had only been closed for a minute, he kept repeating to himself, he hadn't fallen asleep. He was only resting his eyes for a minute.
But clearly he must have fallen asleep, because he seemed to have missed the unloading of the plane, if the lack of other people was any indication. Something wasn't right, though. They would have woken him up to pull him off of the plane, they would have-
The plane was still moving. He was still flying in the air, thousands of feet above ground, with no one else on the plane. His hands gripped the arms of his chair in panic, his breath coming quicker in small bursts. Where were they going?
Taking a deep, deep breath, imagining the air coming in all the way to his toes, he forced himself to calm down, stand up, and go knock on the door of the pilot so that he could explain himself.
The door swung open at the touch of his knuckles. The room was empty.
There was no one managing the plane. He was all alone in the middle of the air with nothing between him and certain death but a sheet of metal, which he had no idea how to drive.
"...I'm going to die," he squeaked out, fingers locking and tugging at his hair.
He stumbled back down the aisle, desperately checking all the seats for someone, anyone, all the while repeating, "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die," over and over. He tripped over an abandoned purse and landed hard on his front, chin scraping on the ground. Groaning, he lifted his head and blinked his eyes open, catching sight of a shoe, which was connected to a leg, which led up to-
He lurched upward and flung himself at the other person, simultaneously clinging to him and shaking him, mumbling desperately, "We're going to die, we're going to die, please wake up, we're going to die, please."
