Hallow /WooSan/

- 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 6

"Mr kim! Hurry we should go! This place gonna be under fire at any moment!"

Hongjoong took the last photos with his eyes closed. The result did not matter to him anymore, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
The smell of blood and infected bodies was stucked in his head which made him wanna throw up.
He covered his mouth with his hand and ran.
With hearing the sound of a bomb blast not far away, he shouted briefly and ran faster towards the car that was waiting for him.
Another explosion followed by the sound of gunfire.
In what predicament did he capture himself?

Not only he couldn't find the car, he couldn't even see few steps ahead of himself.
He tried to walk carefully to somewhere safe. Suddenly, someone hit him and caused him to fall to the ground. He felt something sticky under his hand. Was it...

"BLOOD AGHH!" He screamed and tried to clean it up with his shirt.

"Are you hurt somewhere?"

He searched for the source of the voice.
A slender man in his black military uniform was asking.

"Can you hear me? I said are you hurt somewhere?"
He had a deep gentle voice.

"No i..i just fell."

Hongjoong shook his head and tried to stand up but with another bomb blast he immediately sat down and covered his ears with his bloody stinky hands. He could cry at any rate.

The man grabbed Hongjoong's arm and made him follow him.
After few minutes of running, Hongjoong found himself in a hospital tent. It wasn't crowded but there were few injuried men.

"No civilians should be in the area. What are you doing here?" He offered Hongjoong a handkerchief.

"Ah..thanks. I'm a photographer but i guess the timing was bad..."

He took a look at the handkerchief, the letter "화" was embroidered on it. It was a beautiful handkerchief.

"Ah..sorry i ruined your handkerchief I'll wash it for you."

"No need."

"But-"

"Is your camera okay?" He pointed at Hongjoong's camera which now it lense was cracked.

"Oh no no no..!" He checked it nervously knowing that his day couldn't get any worse.

"What should I do now? I can't work, i have no money to repair it...oh my landlord..aghh..." He complained more like he was talking to himself.
He held his head with his hand, trying not to cry in front of a gentleman.

He sniffed and tried to get his shit together which was hard, his camera meant more than just a money maker object to him.

"Sorry i didn't introduce myself. I'm kim Hongjoong. Thanks for your help." He smiled and looked in his eyes waiting for his respond.

"I'm Major Park seonghwa." He replied.

That was how they met for the first time. Clumsy and not really pleasant. There was blood instead of roses, firegun sound for sonnet but that morning in tent, seonghwa was sure, There was no smile brighter than the smile of the boy sitting in front of him, looking at him with his teary eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Major park." He smiled again.