Downfall || Seongjoong

- forty-eight -

Hongjoong || Seonghwa

It barely took me a second to realize, san was starting a fire. 

Whether it was to kill someone or not, this mad had started an entire fire in the woods. The speed in which it was spreading was really alarming. 

And instead of running away, instead of thinking about escaping the alarmingly big fire that san had started, each and single on of us head straight to the origin. 

Not only had san lost it, wooyoung did as well. We all know well enough he wouldn't come out of that forest without having san tag along. 

If that meant he'd get hurt in the fire then he'd do it. 

We knew that so well, so much that we had to interfere and save both of them. 

"What the hell?! Wooyoung!?" 

Jongho yelled cursing under his breath, he was the first to follow behind wooyoung and to be honest, if anyone could help wouyoung right now; it would be him. 

Not that they were necessarily the closest, he was strong enough to get all of us out of this incident. 

By the time we were able to catch up to wooyoung, the other was already fighting San. 

It wasn't pleasant to see you, San seemed to have lost just every last bit of his sanity. He didn't even seem to recognize wooyoung anymore. 

He kept yelling at him, pushing him around and away of him.

He was wearing this weird simply outfit, I mean it wasn't even necessarily an outfit. He seemed to have been wearing it for a while. 

It wasn't even well put together. 

However his choice off pants was.. odd. It was this cargo military- I mean I am not even sure where he got it from.

It was nothing like his style, nothing like any of our styles. 

Wooyoung wears a lot of baggy, big lard pants just not unorganized, military ones. 

It had these big droopy pockets and they were stacked with lighters, sticks, even rocks. His back pocket carried a heavy looking lamp but he didn't even seem to be using it at all. 

At the moment, he was just yelling at wooyoung almost begging him to get out as he struggled to even light his own lighter. 

It didn't seem like he was ever going to listen to what wooyoung had to say. 

And I honestly had enough. 

I picked a rock, one that was just resting near my foot and I instantly threw it at him with just about every last nit of strength I had gathered. 

It successfully reached his back, and through his muddy, dirty white shirt, a little poodle of blood was forming. 

He instantly stopped at his tracks as he looked back at us. 

He looked exhausted and so out of it. 

"What the hell?!"

He yelled clearly angered but whatever just hit him. However, as soon as he spotted us, he seemed to soften. He just looked at me for a while and it felt like everything had hit him like a train wreck.

The lighter in his hand fell and he looked to his side to see wooyoung crying and sniffling waiting for a sort of an answer. San simply looked back at us all before whispering.

"I'm sorry.."

He then starts running deeper into the source of the fire begging us not to follow him.

He must've lost his mind, wooyoung started running behind him again he was already tired from the previous run.

He kept yelling at the other but eventually he stopped.

A tree that had caught fire broke and its top half came falling straight into wooyoung body. It wasn't in fire but wooyoung was now on the floor. Surrounded by burning trees and possibly unconscious from the hit he received.