Shit
They're faster than expected.
Soobin takes a sharp left turn, sliding his feet on the dusty ground. body tilting to the right, his hands keeping him from falling to the side by grabbing onto the curve of the wall.
He can still hear their footsteps behind him, despite creating a significant distance away from them.
Two? Maybe three if their steps are perfectly synchronized. But that's a low chance.
Not more than three, that he is sure of.
He can still get away.
"agárrenlo!!!" (Get him!!!)
Bang
Bang
"Fuck!" Soobin ducked. Passing through the wall where the bullets had missed him and lodged into.
Right....
This isn't Korea. And guns aren't against the law.
He should've probably figured it out himself before they even pulled the trigger.
What are your options here?
He can hear the voice of his father in his head.
Scenario one.
He stops running, and confronts the armed men who seem to have recognized him.
Weapons: at least 2, if not 3.
Chances are not in his favor.
Best verses worse case scenario. Think carefully, Soobin. Can your body handle another bullet?
"Hurry!!" He hears yells behind him.
He picks up the pace, as much as he can.
The view is no longer familiar to him. The housing style is different, roads and alleys narrower.
How long have they been running?
Left, right, right. Straight. And left again. Soobin memorizes.
He looks up, checking the roofs of the houses surrounding him. He runs nonstop, until finally, spotting a metal pipe of a fire extinguisher about 10 meter ahead of him.
He runs for a bit of momentum, and jumps on the pipe, hearing it squeak beneath his legs. He jumps again, gaining enough height to leverage himself up on one of the lower rooftops.
He climbs on the piping system all the way to the top, and swing one of his legs up.
While the men reach the house, and climb the same way, Soobin already makes his way between the low buildings and houses. Using his long legs and experience to jump from one roof to the other.
Bang.
Another shot that misses Soobin in just a millimeter.
As if on cue, his yet to fully heal bullet wound makes fraction with the bandage covering it, causing Soobin to be extra aware of it.
Gradually, the roofs become taller and taller in height as he hops from one to the other.
Another shot. Two shots, and three.
The last grazing Soobin shirt, tearing it's side and making a hole in the fabric.
"Fucking... hell-" Soobin grits his teeth, feeling his asthma starting kick in.
He ignores the slight pain in his chest, and throat.
He hangs onto the wall, and swings his legs again, successfully climbing on top of the surface. He starts running again without paying attention to the ground below him, and accidentally runs his leg into a bundle of rusty, barbed wire.
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Blue Flame-The Sequel
Fanfiction"hold on!" the whisper echos in the dark void. Soobin couldn't move. not a single bone in his body had listened to his mind's commands. "hyung..." he wants to call fearfully. but he lost his voice. clawing at his throat, the hands that block thr air...
