red rain ,
(* his gaze sharpens and whatever improvement his mood had been painstakingly made in the day is instantly gone.) shit. (* he curses, clenching his teeth as he scans the crowd in hopes of finding the perpetrator. there's too much chaos for him to sift through though so instead he focuses his attention back on what he can do.) we gotta move. right now. (* he orders as he grabs a hold of joonmyun's jacket to pull him along with him.)
( / he can't even think of yifan's mood -- because his own was immediately tarnished; years of training put him on high alert and watchful of the crowd scurrying around him and even though he knows not to panic, his head is putting him through fight or flight. it's only to be expected in a situation like this. ) yifan, where are we going to go? there's too many people and not enough room. ( / the tone he's speaking with is insistent and he's stumbling along after his best friend with a hardened look in his eye. ) shouldn't we be doing something?