Drip Drop

Run

Hyukjae didn't want to go.

He shouldn't go although someone keeps bugging him, trying to elicite some reactions from him.

His pale face got paler as he saw someone entering the room.

A man, with a hazmat uniform. White as cloud, smells like medicines and hospital. He hated it.

Hyukjae tried to run.

But they caught him with their gloves, spraying him until he fell to the ground, squirming. Covering his face with both hands was not doing anything.

They took him away. Far away from home.

Hyukjae was trying to breathe, but they took him. Plastered some enormous, alien looking mask on his small face. 

He held his breath, face turning red.

They didn't like it. 

Hyukjae didn't like them.

Donghae was not here.