Abditory (l.jeonghyeon)

7; Teacher Apocolypse

To be honest, I didn't want to run to the fight. It was just the sight of the tall slender men making their way through the crowd to help their Pikachu size teammate out and the staff running out from the other building that made me panic for my brother's safety. I squeezed my way through, accidentally stomping and tripping on excited kids' feet nearly causing a stampede.

But when I made it to the front, the fight was ready to break off, Jeonghyeon stepping up to the giant wall, Park Doha. The taller boy towered over Jeonghyeon but yet that bloodthirsty eyes knew nothing but where and how to strike. I knew one word from that cocky mouth would be enough to tick the guy off so I did what I could and would never do again.

"The teachers are coming!" I screamed into my lungs, "Run! They're on their way!"

Safe to say it worked. What wasn't safe was the stampede I created. Students pushed each other away, not caring who and what they were leaving behind as all of them scrammed for their dear life. Yet the crowd was too thick, it was as if the entire school wanted to watch the two sunshines destroy each other's faces. Jeonghyeon tried to catch a glimpse of me as the students rushed in between us, pushing and pulling each other away.

When his ambers caught mine, there was a brief sense of relief before a strike of panic struck through them, widening at the sight of the unknown behind me. He quickly pushed forward, reaching out for me as I got pushed to the front, his hand latching onto my wrist.

"Hold on!" I heard Jeonghyeon's voice muffling with the crowd, the hold on my wrist tightening even more.

We made it out of the crowd but it didn't end there. I saw a glimpse of Ricky and Gunwook running back towards us, Hanbin on Gyuvin's back as we took a corner and they pushed us back to another route. Taerae saw me getting dragged by the boy and his eyes widened. Yet we didn't have time for that, he ran in front of us, keeping track of where to go without getting caught by the staff.

"The hall!" I heard Gunwook shout and all of them bolted off towards the said direction, passing the archery zone as the athletes stared at us in confusion, Seungeon being part of the archery team stared at us with his jaw hung open. The sudden rush of adrenaline-fueled me, my legs pushing me to move faster as I matched my speed with Jeonghyeon, hand in hand. We made it to Building B but halted immediately when we saw a group of kids getting caught by the teachers. Gyuvin quickly pushed us to the left before they could catch a glimpse of us.

I nearly lost my footing when we all rushed up the stairs, but Jeonghyeon yanked me up before I could, his fingers locking through mine tightly. I didn't know how many steps we took, how many turns we made or how fast we climbed the stairs but when Taerae quickly open the door to the hall, the sense of relief washed over me.

Taerae locked the doors behind us, darkness engulfing us with a thick quilt. All of us scattered around the hall, Jeonghyeon pulled me blindly towards one of the far rows of seats. My shoe knocked onto one of the recliners and I nearly fell onto the floor if Jeonghyeon didn't pull me down.

"What were you thinking?" I heard his harsh whisper next to me as he tugged me closer to him. "I told you not to come down for a reason and you did it again!"

"I did it cuz I wanted to save your ass?" I whispered back, feeling his warm breath closer to my lips. "You should be thanking me for shouting like that"

"Well, thank you so fucking much for your service. You freaking started a—"

The echos of footsteps in front of the door made us duck our heads, his grip on my hand tightening even more.

I heard a sigh coming from the other side of the hall. "Man, if there are kids in here—"

"Oi! Open up!" The banging and rattling of the door made me flinch, my heart pounding blood into my head. I knew it was useless being afraid of it, but the thought of teachers barging into the hall didn't put me at ease. Jeonghyeon must've felt it too but he didn't say anything. A gentle squeeze of reassurance didn't reassure me at all.