Fear | K.th [Editing]

Episodes [8°]

Evangeline's heavy eyes linger over Park as she listens to the man in front of her explaining that trying to escape was pointless, his blemished limbs kept shielded underneath the metal table.

She interjects him after a small pause, "Something strange happened between Kim and Park in my room." The man's gaze lays upon Evangeline at the mention of the two. She continues once she sees she's garnered his focus. "Kim told him to count, then Park freaked out...that tells me that they must go through the same thing we do for our fears—what if there was a way to get into their minds and figure out their fears? I feel like that would give us some sort of—"

He shakes his head. "No...people like that have nothing to fear. They're...they're lunatics, and fears keep people from crossing that line."

Evangeline's eyes lower to the untouched food on her tan tray. She surveys around the Cafeteria at everyone else, noticing no one conversing like the two of them were. The atmosphere was stoic, a miserable feeling that she herself felt. She would assume that a few people would be talking, at least bonding over how they got here. Maybe they don't want to relive that day, opting to keep their mouths shut and heads low.

Her eyes land on an older gentleman at a table with a woman. His eyes closed, hands clasped as his elbows rest against the table. His mouth was moving, appearing to be praying to whomever is willing to listen to his pleads. The woman wonders then if Lang, the seventeen year old boy who was boarded next to her, was in the midst of people. Unsure of what he could look like.

She turns back to her table mate. In the back of her mind she has this fleeting thought if this was even a good idea; to be discussing her plan to get out of the Institution with someone she knows nothing about. A feeling of regret plummets her stomach over their engagement. He could easily expose her to the people who watch over them, ripping her chances right from underneath her feet.

Evangeline quickly reevaluates her disposition, needing to find a way to keep the man from opening his mouth about their conversation if he were to be forced to give up information like Kim did to her. If that were to occur, the marred man has already made it clear that he wasn't going to defend Evangeline if there was a chance of one of them getting caught. She needed some sort of valuable information to keep him in line.

"What about you?" She says suddenly.

His brows furrow, shoulders coming up. "What about me?"

"What's your fear?" Her words cause an immediate reaction from the man. The corner of his lip snarls upward, mono-lid eyes squinting in disgust. The question takes him aback. He's about to lash out at the woman for asking him the same question that placed him where he sits now, knowing her intention was deliberately intrusive for her own gratuity, until a voice from behind him speaks up first.

"Min Yoongi."

Evangeline's eyes lower to his body as it begins to shudder, a switch from the nasty demeanor she was close to encountering. His once deep-set eyes widen at the sound of his name elicited from the cause of his nightmares. He looks everywhere in front of him. Adam's apple dropping and struggling to come back up, chapped lips wobbling as he forces himself to respond.

Yoongi's head shifts slightly over his shoulder, getting a glimpse of dark pants coming closer to the table. Stopping next to where he's seated.

"You've met Noire." His tone lowers, a stronger
venom encased in his denotation. Slit eyes cascading over to the woman he strikes with his words. He stands there, letting his presence wrap around the two individuals and suffocate the air from their lungs. Evangeline attempts to keep her facial expressions neutral to not let the serpent sense her trepidation as she looks toward Yoongi.