Companion | yeongyu/beomjun

= 13: confrontation =

Beomgyu stood at crosswalk, his fists clenched and his body was tense. He looked behind him, peering down the street. His curiosity got the best of him, Beomgyu quickly turned around and ran towards the alleyway where the three had disappeared down.

In a bright, warm flash of white light, Beomgyu quickly shifted back into a dragon the beret that was once on his head falling to the ground. He fluttered his wings and flicked his tail curiously. Then, he carried the beret in his mouth, and scurried after the mysterious three down the alley.

He wove his way through a crowd of people, his tail occasionally being stepped on. His wings folded tightly against his back, he quickly vaulted onto a dumpster and watched from the shadows.

"What are we going to do next time we see him?"

"Well, it's always good to have something on hand," The other replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a short, steel dagger.

"Sometimes it's better to get at least something as to nothing," He said, holding it out in his hand. Beomgyu hopped down from the dumpster, quietly creeping closer to them.

He heard one of the men sigh, slumping against a wall.

"It's so hard to catch even one of those things!" He complains, "They get away so easily an-"

"That's why, when we see one we'll just get whatever we can from it. Even just a drop of blood on our hands would be enough in this circumstance."

"Seonghwa, you can't be serious right?" One of them chimed in, "I mean- there's always others that are roaming around on the streets we could go for-"

"Mingi, I don't want one of those," Seonghwa spat, "If I wanted one I could've just gone to the pet store myself!"

Beomgyu slowly backed away from behind the dumpster, his tail accidentally knocking over a can. The can fell over, rolling out into the others' view. The sound of metal echoed through the alleyway.

The three stopped their discussion, turning towards the direction they heard the sound.

"What was that?"

"Someone's been listening in on us," Seonghwa hissed, turning around fully. The other two turned around, switching on their flashlights and shining it around.

Beomgyu panicked, quickly grabbing his beret in his mouth and hurrying off. Unfortunately, the other three saw him leave his hiding spot.

All of their flashlights shone in his direction like spotlights, Beomgyu hissed at the lights shining towards him. He backed into the wall and staggered back, closing his eyes tightly.

"Wow, if it isn't the one we were looking for," Mingi scoffed, lowering his flashlight, "Right as we were talking about him."

"Don't be too brash," Seonghwa responded, as they kept their flashlights on him, "We've got him trapped, he's disoriented from the flashlights."

Quickly, Mingi reached to pick Beomgyu up, when the other swiftly bit him on the hand.

Mingi yelped, pulling his hand away and nudging the other two.

"San! You take care of him!"

While their flashlights were lowered, Beomgyu sprinted as fast as he could. He wove between their feet and hurried to the crosswalk. San turned around and ran after him.

"Get back here! I'm not letting you get away so easily this time!"

Beomgyu bounded down the street in a hurry, glancing behind him. He skidded to a stop at the crosswalk, getting another look behind him seeing the three were running after him.