@gpahyeong
in light of recent events, hansung decides to run. he’s unprepared, leaving in a rush with really nothing besides clothes and his phone. he’d been quick to try and get out, not wanting to run into anyone because he knew if he did he’d have second thoughts about leaving. the outlaw bloods are his family after all, and hansung truly does love them. though he manages to escape without seeing anyone, luckily, running as far as he can. it might not be the best solution, but it’s the only one that hansung could think of right now. eventually, he’d have to go back. whether it was forced or not, he didn’t know.
god, he could just feel the tears building up, digging the palms of his hands into his eyes to make it stop. he trips when he isn’t looking, scraping his bare knees across the pavement with a hiss and geez, could this get any worse? turning over, he bites his lip to hold in a whimper before blinking, a shadow cast over him. looking up, he shrinks back slightly at the sight of someone standing over him, nervous. “ah-- hi--”