Fugitive | seulyong

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"Legend says that if two souls are meant to be together, the devil will always try to keep them apart."

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"Fuck, we've got less than a minute to talk about this." Jaehyun clutched his riffle while these words came past his lips. He crouched near the three. "What do you plan on TY? We should get the fuck out of here."

Taeyong wasn't moving. He was just looking down on the floor, thinking deep. Kun sighed and tapped Taeyong's shoulder. "Yong, your safety is our priority here."

Seulgi looked over her shoulder and noticed from the window that there are other vehicles approaching. Her eyes widened from the familiarity. "Police," She muttered, "Yong, there's the police." Her eyes looked anxious as Taeyong finally went back to his senses and glanced at Kun and Jaehyun.

Jaehyun's jaw clenched, "I'm not going to fucking end at the jail today." He gritted his teeth. "We have to fucking move now!"

"And the car, we need to get to the—"

Kun didn't finish his sentence when he heard another explosion. Jaehyun and Seulgi's curiosity rose resulting for them to stand up and look at the disaster. From afar, he could see other vehicles but what's far more bullshit was that Hansol was shooting their car's tires. "Holy shit man." Jaehyun cursed while Seulgi blinked twice. "Tires are gone. Now we need to either get off with our asses or steal some motherfucking car."

Seulgi can sense that he's not just nervous. He's also scared. She knew that no matter how tough they look or how they handle guns and bullets, inside, they're still terrified.

"Yong, we need orders." Kun tried to shrug Taeyong off. He's still not saying anything. "Shit, come on!"

Seulgi turned to Taeyong. Eyes scanning every of the fugitive's movements. She wanted to know his plan but he looked like he's really processing his own death rather than safety. It wasn't long when they heard loud banging from the front door. Kun bit his lower lip. Good thing that he locked that door first. "Ty, please speak up!" He was alarmed and frustrated.

Taeyong sighed, "We need to get a car. We drive away. I do my thing."

Seulgi's eyebrows knitted together, "What about the police—"

"They want you." Taeyong gazed at her and she couldn't see his emotions. He's either in the middle of melancholic, angry, disappointed and bland. "And Nakamoto, I'm all he wants."

"I doubt that." Kun commented and stood up. The banging was getting louder and sooner enough, his predictions were right about bullets hitting the doorknob. It won't be soon till Yuta barges in. "Park or Nakamoto, you two are all they want. This shit is going to end bloody. You have to decide," His eyes are staring straight at Taeyong. "—what gets to be done. It's all your plan. One careless detail could lead into death. We runaway, we stay or we fight, at the end, we're still fucking banned from the city. We're still forbidden to breathe. They will still haunt us down."