Pretty Little Runaway

EIGHT

THIRD PERSON'S POV

It's been a day since he saved Kanghyun from getting hit by that car, and he was beginning to think that maybe he just wasn't supposed to be able to get away from everything. At least that's how it seemed as Beomgyu sprinted down the streets of uptown Paju-si. Some of his father's men had found the motel he had been staying in and all but broke into his room while he was in the shower. Lucky for him, he was able to quietly slip his clothes on, using the sound of the shower as a muffler as he leaped through the bathroom window and out onto the streets.

He didn't have much with him either. He had his wallet, his glasses, and his pretty dangly bracelet with him besides the clothes he was wearing. He didn't trust the flirty receptionist not to come and snoop around his room whenever he was gone or in the shower. She really weirded him out. But he didn't have time to think of that right now. Not with his father's men chasing him.

Fortunately, he was fast. And I mean, really fucking fast. Beomgyu was the fastest runner in all of his elementary, secondary, and post-secondary schools. Which was saying something. So he ran, and he kept running because if he didn't, he was going to get caught and he'd rather die before being forced to marry someone he didn't know, or take over the stupid company he didn't want anything to do with in the first place.

"STOP FUCKING RUNNING!" One of his pursuers shouted after him and instead of listening, he lifted his hand up and flipped them off as he pushed himself to run faster.

The brunette skidded around a corner and sprinted down an alleyway. Beomgyu threw himself behind a dumpster and wedged himself between the brick wall and the back of the dumpster to hide as his father's men ran right passed him without stopping.

The brunette waited. His breaths steadying as the adrenaline died down. After fifteen minutes of waiting, Beomgyu carefully got out from behind the dumpster and stood to his full height. It only took him a minute to realize that he hadn't had the chance to rebandage his wounds before the guys broke into his hotel room and he needed to hightail out of there.

The wounds on his arms, shoulders, and hands began to burn as blood trickled out of them, and dripped onto the sidewalk. They were worse than he had anticipated, and he found that out whenever Ms. Jisung had been disinfecting the wounds, and she had advised him not to be too physical because they were borderline on the verge of needing stitches. And by the looks of it, he reopened the wounds, a little worse than they already had been. And they were beginning to bleed pretty badly.

"Just my luck." Beomgyu muttered to himself as he slowly made his way out of the alleyway. He debated on whether or not to go see Ms. Jisung and ask for her help to rebandage his wounds because he couldn't properly do it all on his own. Maybe his hands and parts of his arms but he'd need help to do his shoulders.

They didn't hurt as much as one would think they did but he hardly felt the sting that would've become almost mind-numbingly painful after having ripped the wounds open worse than they initially had been. So he continued on his way.

The streets were dark, and almost completely empty as the street lamps became the only source of light. His kept his pace slow, so he could scope out the surrounding areas in case there were still some of his father's men lurking. But he figured they'd given up by now since he hid from them and they're slower than him by a lot so he was clearly going to outrun them again and again.

Beomgyu lost himself in his thoughts. There were still doubts that he had. The obvious ones, like if he should just give in and go back to his parents and bend to their will because at least then, even if he wasnt happy, he wouldn't be out in the world that he knew almost nothing about and would have a steady job, with steady income, and a wife too. But the other obvious ones, that he should stay away and find those boys again. He didn't know how they'd react to him showing up after leaving like that. Hell he didn't even know if they wanted him to go back anyways.

The brunette didn't know what to do, or what to think. But he also did know that listening to his head normally ended in him being miserable, and listening to his instincts or his heart normally ended up in him being happier. But then again, listening to his heart could put the others in danger and he really didn't want that.

He didn't know where he was going and it was getting cold. The blood was starting to become sticky and cold against his skin. He looked like a mess. His hair was still wet and sticking up in all sorts of different ways, his shirt was dirty and now bloodstained, his arms, hands, and shoulders were bloody and dirty, and he looked exhausted. And he was. Utterly exhausted. Could be from sprinting eight or nine blocks nonstop or could be from the amount of blood he lost. Or maybe it was both. But whatever it was, was making him so tired it started getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open as he started stumbling about the sidewalk like a drunk man.

Anyone who passed by would think the brunette was drunk and stupid. They wouldn't even pay any regard to the blood staining his shirt and sticking to his arms.

But not to the four boys walking down the street to the left of him. It took them a minute to recognize the brunette before calling out to him, but it was like he couldn't hear them. Then they saw it. How he limped as he walked, and swayed, how dirty he was, how his hair was somehow flattened by water but still sticking up. And then the blood that stained his shirt and covered his arms.

Huening Kai and Taehyun took off sprinting as they saw the brunette begin to fall.

"BEOMGYU!"