flee from hell ♡ triple h

flee from hell ↬ seven

"more hours driving? are you fucking kidding me?" hyojong laments.

"yeah, we're not going back to that city. we're wanted." hui reveals, "hyuna, what has this guy ever done?"

hyuna sighs, "i don't know, all i know is that he isn't okay and we needed to pick him up. sorry hyojong."

"whatever." hyojong inhales, "i guess it's pleasant to be with you guys." hyuna grins in satisfaction, as hui circles his blank eyes.

"so, what are we gonna do?" hui requests, "we divide the money and just go on by ourselves?" they all glance at each other.

"i wanna be with you guys," hyuna pouts.

hyojong offers, "i'll be with you, hyuna," hui peers at them in revulsion. there's no way he's gonna be a hanger-on to these two omnipresent lovebirds.

"i'll be by myself," hui speaks.

"what's wrong hui?" hyuna asks.

"nothing," he laughs, "you look for your stuff while i look for mines." hyuna pats hui's shoulder. hui tediously drives, having no sense of where they're heading.

"we'll find a place soon," hyuna believes.

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hui's eyes fixate at a great number of buildings while the others are firmly asleep.

"is this what being a "leader" feels like? babysitting two lousy kids who are increasingly falling in love with each other?" he thought.

he parks at an empty area, gritting his teeth at hyojong's snore. what an intricate boy.

he spanks hyojong conscious, "c'mon, wake your girlfriend up."

hyojong inhales as he smoothly stirs hyuna up, "wake up." hyuna leisurely opens her eyes, noticing the two boy's faces directly gazing at her. she jostles the boys aside, stepping out of the car.

"let's go hyojong," she reveals the trunk loaded with cash, "are you coming hui?"

"fine," hui broods. he grasps on some of the cash and wanders away. hyuna and hyojong look at each other, as they promptly grab the cash and tailgate hui.

"we'll just find a store, go in it, and go." hui squeezes his hands. as he says that, hyuna rolls off into a store. hui attempts to get up to her.

"hui," hyojong shouts, "come back," hui rolls his eyes, as he turns back to hyojong.

"what?" he unsettledly questions.

"do you hate me.." hyojong frowns. hui never considered what he was asking. as precise as possible, he converses.

"yes, now let's go." hui rushes back to the store, shortly feeling a hand grip on his. hui turns around, discerning hyojong's droopy eyes and pasty skin. he just looks, like a ghost.

"are you sick?" hui asks, "you look like you're about to die,"

"i wish," hyojong inexpressively says. hui's mind clicks. standing in the center of the street and getting hit by a car... in determination... oh.

"whatever happened to you?" hui tilts his head, "you know we have enough money to get you mental help."

"oh, it's not like i left my parents because of them saying shit to me. they thought i was worthless, nothing but an empty soul stuck inside a human body. they were right. they'll always be. i never thought to leave the people who hated me would be the answer. guess i was able to take a few bucks for medications and shit when i went. gone or not, they'll endlessly be true." hyojong sighs.