Fear | K.th [Editing]

Two Eyes, but Still Blind [66°]

He stumbles out of the institution; crumbling with terror and destruction. By the time he had managed to get out the building was crackling with the sound of fire. First it reached the windows, melting the glass then pooling out to devour more of the building. The bright red fire looking as if there was no end to its hunger; only growing bigger and hungrier. Korain had hoped everyone was out of the institution by the time the fire got out of hand, that there was nobody trapped inside to be burned alive.

He had gone through the back doors, somehow managing to make his escape undetected throughout all the havoc and confusion.

He had caught glimpse of his brother and the others. All of them had been captured. Pinned to the floor with their hands behind their backs, looks of ambiguity on each and every one of their faces; uncertain of what was to come of them, if this is how they would take their last breaths.

He didn't see Jimin, but it didn't matter to him. If anything, he wouldn't even be the littlest bit upset if he was told the beguiled male was killed—less trouble for everyone else. Perhaps he was looking out for Yoongi. Images of the mans face and body appear in his head; the contusions that wherever he looked were evident markings of abuse by Jimin. He could tell Yoongi wasn't happy with his current situation, the pleading look in his eyes whenever someone other than Jimin was around him; the look of wanting to get away from his controller.

—-No, he can't think about any of that right now. He needed to get away, to escape from the Mafia that was after him, to survive.

He had ran through the woods that were behind the institution before it caught on fire, tripped, scraped up his hands and knees, tore a hole in his trousers, hit his head on a tree branch, but kept on running. Running from Blue Rose, running from Taehyung's men who think he had something to do with this, running from his pain and affliction over losing someone so dear to him inside that institution.

Now he was padding down a cement covered road with no sign of civilization in sight after falling out of the trails of large trees. His dress shoes tarnished and dirtied from his stumble, his clothing ripped and wrinkled, and his blond hair tousled from the branches he thrusted past in his hurry. Strands of hair splattered with blood.

He clutches his side, stares numbly down at his feet as they drag his body along the pavement. His chest was tight, making it hard for him to labor his breathing. Mouth gaped open and panting. He realizes now that its cold outside, his breath coming out in a small cloud in front of him. His tan ears and hands blending to a pinkish color due to the temperature. A sort of relief washes over him. After everything. He can still feel. He's still human.

  He looks up toward the sky filled with nothing but a black void. Closing his eyes as he limps aimlessly. He wishes this was just a nightmare he needed to wake up from. And when he does wake up Jeongguk would be there laying beside him in bed. The white covers over his small waist signifying that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Shirtless, muscles flexing as he shifts to caress his lovers face.

Touch. A touch to assure Korain that this was real, that he wasn't dreaming anymore; a peachy smile on Jeongguk's red lips that knocks the wind out of Korain's lungs. He'll whisper, 'mon amour' to which Jeongguk will respond back with: 'I'm right here, I've always been right here.'

He reopens his eyes to disclose reality from fiction; the unconscious turning of his head and feeling deceived when all he sees is his shadow alongside him, still walking down the boulevard of the unknown. He doesn't want to accept the actuality—not if his lover isn't going to be here to conquer the world with him. He consulates himself by wrapping his arms around his shivering body, the warmth will give him a sense of comfort. Of brief reverie.