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Jisung is scared. He’s running through the trees, branches scraping his arms as he practically flies through the brush. He doesn’t look behind him, but he doesn’t have to.
He knows. He knows he’s being followed. He knew from the moment he stepped foot in the woods.
Branches are snapping and rustling from seemingly all directions. He sees a divide ahead of him and prays his feet don’t fail him now. His lungs feel like they’re going to catch on fire and his heart feels like it’s going to explode. He knows that whatever is chasing him can feel it, hear it. It can taste the fear flowing from every pore.
He thinks about Minho.
His Minho.
Not whatever he encountered earlier this night.