❣️ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 | 𝐤.𝐣𝐢 ❣️

𝐸𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒

He was just standing there in the summer night's heat, lost in his thoughts and confusion when he suddenly felt a another person slam into him. Although the impact was strong, it only caused him to just stumble forward a few steps.

He whipped around, the alcohol in his system giving him the temperament to fight the fiend that dared to attack him. This ferocity faded once he finally saw who his "attacker" was; a wealthy-looking young man on the ground carrying many bags, staring back up at him with wide, wary eyes.

The young man stood up and cleared his throat. "M-my apologies sir, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. But, could you p-please help me?"

He didn't respond, instead, he walked closer towards the man, eyebrows knitted together as he tried to identify the familiar presence he felt emitting from him.

"S-sir...?"

He was then only inches away when he finally murmured two slurred words.

"My love..."

Taken aback by his actions and noticing the smell of whiskey on his breath, the young man figured that he would be putting himself in even more danger than he already was by getting involved with this, as more affluent, wealthy individuals like him would say, "bum".

"Umm, never mind, I will just seek help from someone else," he said, about to make a run for it— only for the other man to grab his arm. He was too scared to even look back at him, legs glued to the ground as he waited for whatever horrible thing this stranger was about to do him.

He was surprised to hear him speak. "My apologies sir, I just mistook you as someone else." He let go of his arm. "What is it that you need help with? By the way, my name is Jongin."

"I— uh, well, you see..." the other fellow fumbled over his words, trying to explain his predicament. He then gave up and just pulled out a black gem with white speckles out of a satchel, and whispered with a quivering voice, "they're after this."

Jongin stared at it with wide eyes. Ah, he must be a descendant. That explains why I felt her presence. Immediately aware of who "they" were and the danger that the younger gentleman was in, he said, "come, follow me, I know the perfect place—"

"HA!! FOUND YOU!!"

Both of them turned to see two other men standing some meters away from them. From the voice, and by the light of the gas street lights, they recognized who they were.

Leoh and Loey... "We need to run!" Jongin exclaimed. They both took off, the weight of the younger man's bags barely weighing him down, but then—

"YOU THINK WE'LL LET YOU ESCAPE THAT EASILY?" the other one with a deeper voice yelled. Their path was then blocked by a massive wall of fire. They frantically looked around for another path.

"Look! Through those trees!" Jongin said, and they bolted into the forest, with Leoh and Loey soon following them, obviously not expecting them to find a way out so easily. They ran for miles and miles, with no hope of throwing them off their trail. They felt even more hopeless as they saw balls of fire flying past them.

"AH!! It's... it's no use...!" the young man panted. "What should... we do?!"

"... I'll... think of something..." Jongin responded, equally breathless. His eyes darted around at their surroundings, and caught the large, dark outline of a building of some sort overhead to his left, its blackness contrasting with the starry, brightly lit sky.