#restlessxones

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Sounds of dry branches breaking under hurried footsteps resounded in his ears. His eyes were useless with the fog and darkness surrounding him, he had to rely on his ears to warn him of any approaching danger. He slowed down and leaned his back against a tree trunk to try and regulate his breathing. His throat was dry again and every wave of air that went through felt like a ball of thorns scratching the tissues of his throat. 

Few hours earlier, he was saved by a stranger who picked him up from the side of the road and offered him water and a drive to the nearest motel. The agent doubts reached their peak when someone threw himself in the way of the fast car.

The flashback stopped once his ears picked up the sound of unusual rustling, it wasn’t the wind caressing the leaves this time. He pulled the two guns hidden in the behind his jacket and cleared his way carefully with his feet to avoid giving his pursuers any hint on his location. It took few minutes for every ray of hope to leave him once he heard the dogs barking, he had to run. 

The flashback stopped once his ears picked up the sound of unusual rustling, it wasn’t the wind caressing the leaves this time. He pulled the two guns hidden in the behind his jacket and cleared his way carefully with his feet to avoid giving his pursuers any hint on his location. It took few minutes for every ray of hope to leave him once he heard the dogs barking, he had to run. The driver who brought him here was mad when he left him alone with the still body, but if he stayed, he would’ve brought the stranger more harm than good. Minwoo couldn’t rely on anyone but his long legs and the few bullets in his possession, but even his long legs were no match to the angry dogs chasing him. Had there been a river or a lake nearby, he would’ve stayed there to keep the dogs from following his scent.

He bended, resting his hands on his knees while his lungs were trying their best to get as much air as possible. An hour or more have passed and he’s been running through those woods, receiving plenty of scratches to both his hands and face. The male’s eyes widened from sudden unbearable pain and fell to the ground, his breath hitching in his throat when he turns to see one of his pursuers smirking after shooting him. His senses failed him. The exhaustion made him focus more on breathing than paying attention to the faintest sounds around him. Before he was able to shoot back, his enemy was on the ground struggling in his spilled blood and the barking dogs ran away after one of them fell dead in front of the rest.

"Really…Why are you paying attention to me? Surely I am nothing but a bother."

{ restlessxones ♥ }

          it was weird to think there was a time when jaebum hated the idea of dates. he hated thinking about dates and dating and relationships and just love in general. to say the least, he was terrible when it came to love. that's why he couldn't believe how... into dating he was now. he couldn't count on one hand the amount of dates he's gone on with kikwang since the two of them started. and surprisingly, only half of the dates ended with some unfortunate accident. but it wasn't anything the two couldn't handle.

          now another one of their dates was coming to an end and jaebum felt pretty elated. nothing happened while the two of them were at the korean barbeque restaurant -- he didn't even spill his soup. ❝i'm starting to think my bad luck is wearing thin,❞ he half-joked, lacing his fingers together with his angel. ❝another date ended without anything bad happening~❞ he was practically walking on water now.

"Oh, such a sourpuss."

"I must admit that is a little bit comical."