✘ lonely. taeminxjonghyun
“shit, shit, shit.” the young blonde man cursed under his breath while his feet carried him over the hard grey pavement. once in a while he turned his head around to take a quick gaze over his shoulder. his lungs felt like exploding, burning as if had been running for his life the last hours -- wait that’s what he had been doing to be exact. puffs of his own warm breath visable as it came in contact with the cold winter air around him. his lips dry and it felt like they would chap open any moments. another gaze was given over his shoulder and he could still see the dark silhouttes from afar. the sun setteling down slowly, colouring the world around him in orange and red colours but as pretty as the scenery was, he had no time to take it actually in; no time to even allow himself one gaze. the darkness that slowly settled over the roofs of seoul didn’t make it any easier to see how close his chasers were. however -- at least he couldn’t hear their foot steps anymore.
it was indeed a curse to be so full of himself, that was what he had learned once again. stepping up to one of the vindicators and tell them how much of a gorgeous figure he used to be in the greek mythology wasn’t what he should be doing. even less when they had guns with them, pointing them right at his head. and taemin started to run and run and run. through the smallest alleys of seoul but they never seemed to loose his track. the gunshots that were aimed at him had been so close. close enough to make his knees weak and hair stand up in nothing but pure fear. he was terrified to say at least.
the houses, the streets -- those surroundings seemed familiar to him. jonghyun. the name rushing through his empty mind. didn’t he live nearby? wouldn’t he help him? somehow? he wouldn’t say no, right? “fuck.” again, the boy cursed under his breath when he took the next turn into another dark and small alley. wrong turn. the grinning face in front of him told him that they had surrounded him. it didn’t even take him one second to turn around on his heels and run again.
there it is. he though, starring at a familiar house from afar. now he only needed to get there. alive. but he knew he couldn’t run to it straight ahead -- he had to get them away first. and so the boy disappeared into the next alley. by now he wondered how he was still able to run with his lungs burning so painfully and his legs feeling as if they would give in any moment. for a few moments he didn’t even think about his expensive clothing -- that would come later back. he turned around, looked. empty. they were gone -- for now. he was even afraid to stop for a little moment. he just kept running. at least until he reached the door of his home.
like a maniac the male knocked at the door, pressed against the doorbell endless times. “come on, jonghyun. don’t leave me hanging, old man.” he cursed while his small fist still banged against the door while the other was busy pressing the doorbell. his hand started to hurt already as if his skin was ripping slowly away from his flesh. “please, jonghyun.” now he was whimpering, scared that his chaser would be faster. and suddenly, the boy with the immense self-confidence seemed so small in his black hoodie with the hood hiding his blonde hair. his blue eyes, piercing through the darkness. his jeans ripped completely -- however, that was a designer pants. eventhough everyone would just simply think he fell straight on his face and ripped it along.
he stuffed his hands into the leather jacket of his. he gave up. another few seconds and they would catch up on him -- and god knows what they would do with him and taemin had no chance to fight back. without mirrors he was helpless. more helpless as those humans with a gun.
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