✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
yeosang's was a blubbering mess as he fell back into one of the hay piles, the pain in his wounds were excruciating, he just wanted all of this to be over.
as the bleeding persisted, yeosang painfully rips one of his sleeves, fashioning it into a makeshift bandage that can slow down the bleeding process of his gunshot wound that possibly could have hit a vein hence why it was bleeding way to much
he uses his handkerchief to cover the gash that was caused by the nail, despite the pain, he ties it up tightly before he gets up or at least tries to because he was pretty sure that the gun shot would have been heard, he couldn't even see straight as he limped out of the stables as his knee was starting to sting.
his once divine, white suit was drenched in his ruby red blood, even his platinum blonde hair was stained with blood and dirt, he didn't even know himself at that point.
he blindly stumbles out and into the open area where he can be easily spotted but he didn't have much of a choice and he couldn't stay in the same place, at least not around the property.
he was keeping an eye out for anyone but what he didn't know was that mingi had his gun aimed at him from the balcony but luck was on yeosang's side yet again as he missed him by an inch which still caused yeosang to fall into the grass before picking himself up and running at the realization that he can never be safe.
yeosang finally made it to a more bushy area of the house and into the fences, he tried his best to climb up but due to his injuries it deemed a tad bit impossible
"come on bitch, you can do this." he encourages himself as he tries again, with a gunshot wound on his left shoulder, a deep gash in his right forearm and not to mention a fucked up knee, it caused him to tumble back down into the hard ground full of hopelessness as he bled out until he spies with his little eye some sort of gap just a few meters away
"get up yeosang, get up, you're a kang for fuck sake." he tells himself, remembering that his last name means river, reminding himself that he is a strong force.
he pushes himself through the gap, thanks to his small and petite frame he somehow managed to squeeze himself out but not without any further injuries as apart of the broken fence dug into the middle his bag, completely slicing him, he screams as he pushes himself through the gap, feeling the warm blood slide down his back as he further tries
"oh yeosang!" he hears mingi's deep and taunting voice coming towards him, as well as the blinding lights of a car's headlights "come here little kitty!"
"no no, please god, no." yeosang cries, he can no longer bear the pain that shoot through his body but with one more final push and a shrill, painful scream, he managed to free himself from the fence
"fuck you mingi!" he yells one last time before flipping him off, hysterically laughing before hobbling into the woods, where he hopefully can hole out until morning.
mingi wasn't going to give up that easily though, with all the blood that yeosang was spilling out, it wasn't going to be hard to find him, he leaves the car as he runs to the fence, climbing it with ease before taking out his phone to call hongjoong
"joong hyung, he's out." he says, pausing in the middle of the road
"but he won't get far, with all the blood he's been spilling out, i doubt he can even run." he adds to please the eldest of the kim clan "i'm on his trail as of now."
hongjoong hangs up on his phone as the rest of the family looks at him, waiting for an update "what'd mingi say?" yunho asks, it was his husband after all
"he's on his trail, he's following his blood trail like breadcrumbs." wooyoung just snorts, getting up from the couch "this was fun hyung," he was obviously intoxicated, alcohol levels beyond his tolerance
"see y'all for brunch tomorrow." he puts on his suit jacket but he was pinned to the wall by hongjoong "wooyoung, our sweet wooyoung, do you think that this is a game?" he says through gritted teeth but wooyoung stayed unbothered
"hide and seek, yes." hongjoong wanted to hit him for the answer but jongho stops him, wrapping a hand on his forearm "do you realize that if that blonde twink lives until dawn, we're all going to die." wooyoung rolls his eyes, walking towards jongho who was supporting his weight
"we all deserve to die anyway." wooyoung says which catches yunho off-guard as he looks at his younger brother
"wooyoung, my kids don't deserve to die, they don't." he interjects which seonghwa can agree with "papa?" they turn their heads to see a dazed junyoung walking into the room "baby, what are you doing here? are you okay?" yunho quickly rushes towards his aid, he had a pulsating black eye
"i- i shot yeosang hyung and then he punched me." wooyoung, as insensitive as he is laughed at the thought of yeosang punching his nephew "now why the hell would you do that?" yunho asks
"that's what everyone was doing." he spoke with a pout and yunho had a small smile, ruffling his hair, looking like his son had just won a soccer match but this time he was proud because his son was starting to understand the ways of their family
"i'm so proud of you sweetheart." wooyoung couldn't believe the words that came out of yunho's mouth and it made him beyond mad, pounding at his head
"this is why we all deserve to fucking die!" yunho tries to make him shut up but wooyoung points his his gun at him "yes hyung, even your kids because all of us are fucked up! our bloodline needs to be diminished in my opinion."
hongjoong has had enough of his brothers bickering and he slams his hand on the desk, causing everyone to turn to him
"we're all fucking fucked! don't you understand that." seonghwa flinches, never in his life, or at least in the past 7 years that they've been married has he seen his husband this frenzied
"you know what, wooyoung stay in here, yunho, jongho, go wait for mingi, he might need your help." he snaps his fingers as he orders them around
"gladly!" wooyoung screams at him, tossing his shotgun to the floor before falling face first in the couch which made jongho shake his head and turn to hongjoong
"has he always been a handful?"
