jaws on the floor

Sanghyuk looks up to him. Inseong's expression softens. "Run, Sanghyuk," he whispers. He doesn't know why he's so adamant on helping Sanghyuk, but he knows that he can't let the other get caught. If he does, then the little he'd done so far, and what's evident to come, would be for nothing.

"I'm sorry, Inseong, I-"

"Go." Inseong interrupts, gasping when he feels his hands get ripped down and pinned behind his back. "Go! Fucking go!"