*tw:mild violence, mentions of weapons but no blood or gruelling imagery*
I'm walking down these mirrored hallways and god can they be really annoying when you're trying not to hyperventilate, when you're trying not to cry and when you're trying to get all hot and angry?
I just walked out of a room, knowing that I could have saved a nice, friendly guy who had many dreams and a lot to live for.
I bite on my lip hard. Hyunjin was nothing though, it was just small talk and a matter of convenience.
I take off my leather jacket, take a deep breath and put it back on again.
As my black pump shoes (funky boots) clack on the glass floor I hear a hissing sound.
My hand whips to the gun in the pocket of my leather jacket, my head arched to the sky.
Taehyun's big eyes stare down at me. "Pssst Balleli." Taehyun is holding the grate of the vent,
"Come on, get up here!" he yells. Taehyun passes the grate of the vent to Beomgyu who's crouched up in the plumbing system, staring down at me. Hyuka holds the rope which Taehyun is tied to.
"You guys are absolute fools and geniuses at the same time." I mumble, hold onto Taehyun and I'm pulled into the building's plumbing system.
"Also we have a friend," Hyuka smiles at me, "his name is Gilbert." There's a little mouse in his hands, and the mouse is biting on some mouldy cheese.
"No thanks, honey." I squirm but my smile betrays me. I lean in close to Hyuka, pushing the hair out of his eyes.
"It's nice to have you back, sweetie." Hyuka smirks and twirls with my blue hair.
"Balleli!" Gyu smiles and hugs me tight. Taehyun rubs my shoulders affectionately and pulls at my ears.
I squeeze Hyuka's hand and taking a deep breath, Taehyun, Beomgyu, Hyuka and I crawl to our victory.
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One Spring Morning
Mystery / Thriller[most impressive ranking: 16th in tomorrow] ------ Balleli's parents are based off the large number of abusive parents stereotypically from people of asian backgrounds and how abusive parents can cause heartbreak for their children. The siblings of...
