Hah. Hah. The ragged breaths, as he forced his legs to move. He had to run faster. He needed to run faster.
Everything was dark and deafening silent. The path he was running at, never seemed to end. He still ran. There was something that was after him. He had no idea what it was. Wether some human was after him or something else.
Hah. Hah. His lungs burn, legs throbbed as he ran. He couldn't see anything except darkness. The road kept getting longer and longer and he kept drifting away from the end.
Suddenly, something hit his leg as he slammed to the ground. He hissed as he clutched his, now injured leg. He tried to get up but his leg had gave out. He looked ahead to the end which kept drifting away.
He once again tried to get up, and was succeeded in doing so. He dragged his injured leg towards his destination.
Grrr…
A low, guttural growl rose from behind, halting him in his tracks. It wasn't anything like human. It was monstrous, screaming bloodlust.
His breath hitched as he gulped before slowly turning back. There was something like a dense fog gathering at the centre from some distance.
Within the grey fog there was something. It didn't felt like a human. It was something else. Behind the fog, his inhuman big body was covered with black armor. It had horns that flickered, mixing with a fog.
He stared, eyes widened at the horrifying creature. He couldn't move, his body frozen. The monstrous being directly looked into his eyes. It had blue eyes, glowing. The pressure was so intense that he fell to his knees.
He choked on his breath, clutching at his throat. It felt as if invisible hands were strangling him. He thrashed, legs kicking, as consciousness began to slip away. His eyes rolled back, and just as the darkness threatened to consume him, the grip around his throat suddenly released. Air rushed into his lungs in ragged bursts, and he doubled over, coughing violently. Saliva spilled from his mouth as he turned—
"…"
The monster… it was right in front of him. It was glaring at him. Before he could scream, the black armoured hand rose towards him, suddenly.
"Ah!" Suho's eyes shot up, sweat on his forehead and neck. With ragged breaths, he forced himself upright on the bed, the sheets sliding off his body. His lungs burned as he struggled to draw in air. A trembling hand went to his neck, and he swallowed dryly. A dull ache in his skull as if the world was spinning.
He noticed something attached to his hand. Slowly, he lifted his hand. A white patch clung to the back of it, the thin tube of a drip taped securely in place.
The room… it didn't felt like a typical hospital room, rather than someone's bedroom. He swung his legs off the bed, slowly. The floor was cold beneath his bare feet. Just as he stood up, the world began to spin.
He blinked, shaking his head, adjusting his vision. He saw a dressing table at the corner of his eye. He staggered towards it, dragging the drip along with him, almost falling in the way. He clutched tightly at the side of the dressing table and looked in the mirror.
There was nothing on his neck. No bruise that no one tried to strangled him. He sighed in relief. His hair was damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead. There were patches on his forehead and right cheek.
His eyes fell on his frame, unfamiliar clothes clinging to his body. The pajama was a bit smaller on his frame. Whoever these belonged to, was smaller than Suho.
He turned, scanning the room. His eyes landed on the door, staggered towards it. He slowly opened the door and stepped out of the room.
The bedroom door clicked shut behind him. The hall stretched wide before him, marble floor polished. Tall paintings lined the walls in a sequence.
Suho was awed seeing many different landscapes on the paintings. They were definitely painted by amazing artists. Chandeliers hung overhead, crystal drops catching the faint glow.
No one was there in the hallway.
His gaze drifted toward the staircase. It curved elegantly downward. At the base, the steps fanned outward.
"Stop it! Don't tease me like that!" A voice heard, as Suho descended, entering the living room. His eyes landed on the group of people sitting on the comfort sofa.
"Oh my, he's so cute." Eunji squished Hajun's cheeks, that were red by now. I just want to eat him up."
"No! Dad, save me!" Hajun whined hiding his cheeks from a cheeks eating devil.
"Hey! Stop teasing him!" Hawoon interjected, freeing his son from her hold before she actually ate his cheeks.
"Oh, come on! Just one taste, okay?" Eunji grumbled, pouting. "I'm not asking much. Just one taste, hmm?"
"NO! Stay away from my son, witch." Hawoon wanted to throw some profanities at her. But, decided on using witch.
Hajun, showed his tongue, making fun of her as he hid behind his father.
"You…" Eunji narrowed her eyes at Hajun, giving him a look.
"Witch? You really called me that?"
"And?"
"I see! So, that's how you're gonna act now." Eunji pointed her finger toward Hawoon, nodding her head. "Then, i will show you what real witch actually looks like."
Hyeseung was watching the whole scene. He tried to separate his wife as she was about to make Hawoon bald. He was embarrassed as everyone was staring at them.
"Here, suffer my wrath you frosted broccoli."
"Ah! Let me go! You're going to make me bald."
They were at Hawoon's place as Eunji wanted to meet Hajun. Apparently, she missed his cheeks. Hawoon didn't wanted to, but couldn't stop her.
She also wanted to meet Suho.
As Hyeseung tried to separate, he was thrown away by Hawoon and landed on the marble floor. Hyeseung was shocked and turned red from embarrassment.
He quickly got up, awkwardly smiling, maids laughing at the corner before his eyes caught the sight of Suho.
"Oh!"
Suho was observing the scene with confused look.