TARGET

서른 여섯

It felt like the motion lag when submerged deep into a body of water, the distortion casting curtains of light in the lapis tinted sea. The pressure hammering relentlessly against your chest, your ears enclosed with the symphony of deafening silence.

And the porcelain mask, dancing against the ocean's currents, and slowly descending to the depths of the deep sea. Deep, into an inky black expanse akin to the color of his eyes, which Jeonghan was unknowingly drowning himself in.

One could never sail soundly upon the surface of the rocky waters, the only true tranquility you'll meet is when your deluged into the shimmering waters, the surface getting farther and father until your eyelids pull shut, body brimming with the lively currents of the sea, the only life present in the limp vessel plummeting deeper and deeper....

Why.

Why must he drown.

He stilled, unable to internalize the sight before him; embarking on an intramural battle of denial, tearing his own heart apart with the fangs of his repudiation.

It was when the vine, protruding from the cage around the target, snaked its lush, verdure tentacle under the mask...

It was when he saw his face again, Jeonghan realized he could no longer latch onto driftwood he had been clinging onto despite the endeavors of the towering waves.

"...cheollie?"

10 minutes earlier

Remember the plan Minghao had?

Yeah, not his brightest moment.

That message genuinely reinforced itself when he got flung across the room by thin air.

The topic of conversation this round is that tin-man had a friend,

a friend with a gift.

To make a long story short, they were getting thrown around like rag dolls.

Literally.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE OUR REINFORCEMENTS," Soonyoung bellowed, round-housing the fleet of guards that herded around him,

Minghao deflected the cluster of metal hurdling at him with the butt of his gun, refracting it in the direction of the second target, "I BUZZED IN, CONNECTION SUCKED SO ALL WE CAN DO IS HOPE,"

With a throaty cry, Soonyoung flung a guard, yes a whole guard, in the relative direction of the two targets.

At this point, the three scurried about like mad men, beserking through the sea of guards and the onerous targets- simultaneously trying to avoid the eye line of Mr.Telekinesis and the Tin-man's line of fire,