"time is the master of all things."
after the death of their grandfather, yang yubin has no choice but to move her and her younger brother from seoul to a small town just outside of busan. a cunning and resilient girl, she is quick to gain the trust...
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02.13.18 07:34:37
the majority of students have already made it inside, giving chan the slightest upper hand in his pursuit of the dark figure. though his reaction time could've been better, he's confident that he can catch up to him. he was fast, and his stamina was impressive to say the very least. having always been a problem child in his youth, chan was familiar with running, whether it was him or another doing the chasing.
as he rounds a corner at top speed, his foot slips on some stray gravel; however, he's quick to recover, regaining his balance and pushing himself into accelerating even faster. when he manages to train his eyes back on the path in front of him, he spots him. the one he's chasing turns to glance behind him as he notices chan's presence, causing his hood to fall down and chan recognizes him almost immediately.
"yah, yoon dowoon!" he shouts, signaling to the other that his cover was blown. but dowoon doesn't relent in his evasion; instead, he turns towards the woods as they cross the field behind the school. "yah!"
the transition into rugged, natural terrain as they breach the forest is immediately harder to clear; he's broken a sweat, and his breathing is getting more erratic with each passing minute, but chan is determined. over the years he's learned that if there's a reason someone's running from you, then there's a reason for you to catch them.
chan skillfully weaves through the thick forest, hopping over roots or at times using them as steps when the ground level begins to elevate and hopping over low-hanging branches. his muscles are starting to burn painfully and he wants to give up, but he's gaining. he knows if he can just hold out a little longer, he'll have him.
it takes a mere few minutes. first dowoon is ten feet in front of him, grunts of frustration and looks of fear betraying him to the other. then he steals one last glance into chan's eyes, and something about it makes him lose his footing. with a gasp, he trips on something. a vine, a rock, a root... chan's not really sure. but it doesn't matter, because as he stumbles chan manages to close the gap between them, grabbing the other forcefully by the collar and utilizing some of his remaining strength to yank him forcefully back into him before promptly shoving him onto the ground.
dowoon falls roughly onto his chest and makes an odd, deep sound somewhere between a gasp and a wheeze. his eyes go wide in panic as the wind is knocked right out of him. frantically, he moves to sit up, but chan, exhausted but fueled by his adrenaline and a fresh surge of rage, is quick to react by lifting his combat boot clad foot to mercilessly kick him back down.
as dowoon is writhing on the ground, covered in dirt and gasping for air, he quickly moves to straddle him, pinning his arms down with his knees. pure terror overtakes dowoon's features as chan grabs a fist of his collar in both hands, pulling him up to look chan in the eyes just as dowoon manages to take in a few labored, ragged breaths.
