surprise attack,
@srxphantom
in avalanche, jeongguk can’t offer much. at most he can heal the team’s injuries if their medic isn’t able to do so-- or offer up little tidbits of information he’s heard on the streets and from various citizens. he can cheer too, his energy for avalanche neverending-- but he doesn’t really offer much else. he’s been told time and time again that it doesn’t really matter, that he’s accepted into the group regardless of his worth, but jeongguk wants to be worth something.
so when he hears the slightest inclination that there might be danger in the midst, he’s shooting off-- air scraping in sharp breathes against his throat as he wanders the districts in hopes of finding the thief of ace’s head team. it might not be much, it might not be anything at all, but jeongguk has to make sure.
he’s covered so much ground from 7th heaven to now, that he feels so tired, but he can’t stop. not until he reaches phantom-- not until he lets her know that there’s a possibility of an issue--
“miss phantom!” jeongguk calls out in a strangled whisper, eyes glancing around in a brief panic. “m-miss, miss phantom! wait up a second!” as he nears her, he doubles over, hands pressed against his thighs as he catches his breath. he can feel his staff brushing against the back of his head as he bends over-- and then he pushes himself upright, inhaling sharply. “i-- there’s, ah...” he coughs sharply, hand smacking into his chest. his cheeks and ears tinge red in embarrassment.
