flee from hell ♡ triple h

flee from hell ↬ eight

"h-hui?" hyuna taps on his shoulder. "a-are you gonna start the car?"

he realizes that he was too focused on those lovebirds. he snaps, drilling the key in. from there, he starts driving. hyuna and hyojong were sitting next to each other now, unlike before. hui repeatedly questions in his head, when will this hell end? 

"hey, my guy!" hyojong pats his head for attention, "we're just getting started!"

"w-what?" hui replies. he rolls his eyes once more, pressing his foot harder onto the petal. 

"we should go have fun! to the club even!" hyuna jumps in her seat while holding hyojong's hand. hui takes a heavily deep sigh. 

"we're not going." he directly states, "we're not." he sees their faces drop. he smirks a bit, driving a bit faster. his left hand begins to rub the bags of his eyes, as the other hand is grasped onto the steering wheel. he looks up at the mirror, seeing their faces pout, angrily, as if they were about to tranquilize him and tie him to a chair.

he sighs, "c'mon guys.. i'm tired.." 

"okay.. so? you can wait and watch the car as me and hyojong party." she smiles. 

"you should get yourself a drink, too." hyojong adds, "you deserve it for all the hard work you do for us!" hyojong signs a thumbs up. hyuna would happily nod with him.

hui responds with a absurd silence. the car stops without reasoning.

"w-what?" hyuna says. the car stopped in front of a nightclub. 

hui takes the key out the keyhole. "just get out, and throw all that mcdonalds shit out this damn car, it'll smell nasty and you know.. too many calories." hui says forcefully. hyojong and hyuna's eyes go wide, as a large smile beams on their appearance. 

at least they realize all the work i did for them tonight... might as well get this shit over with.