Savage [Part I]
Summary: After their car crushed in the middle of nowhere, Seunghyun dives into a world where everything revolves around a savage blond man.
A/N: Wow, my first fic... It's rough and un-edited, but I like it as it is right now. :) Hope you will too. Any comments are appritated from the bottom of my heart!
Part I
“Help!!! Help…!”
Choi Seunghyun’s eyes snapped open and a rush of pain took over him. He groaned loudly.
It took him a minute to understand that it wasn’t the world that turned upside-down, but he was hanging by the seat-belt inside a jeep.
Bits and pieces came back to him slowly. The driver decided to take a dirt route to get faster to the high-way, and before they knew it, they were driving in the wilderness for an hour or so.
It was raining so heavily. The last thing he remembered was the car hitting something and then rolling off the track. Did he get knocked off by the hit? Was he hurt?
He raised his hands to his view, but everything was foggy. His hands looked like two red stains and they felt wet. It was blood. He groaned again, clenching onto his chest; the pain was unbearable but he his limbs were still attached to him, - he moved both his legs and hands. He tried prying the belt off for a few good seconds until it occurred to him that he should just release the buckle. His shaky hand groped for the object as he tried to focus his sight. All he could hear is the rain over the metallic surface of the car.
He almost screamed from pain when his head hit the ground. This probably meant he found the buckle.
His body crushed loudly on the roof of the car. His hands were shaky and his breaths were fast and short and it felt like low tremors in his burning throat.
Once he found the window, he noticed it was missing completely. He crawled out slowly, dragging his heavy body on the floor. It was pouring like from a bucket, and the ground was muddy and soft. He lay there a few moments, trying to ease his breathing.
His vision cleared and he took a long reliving sigh. He jerked when he felt something grabbing his leg.
“Youngbae!” He exclaimed, crawling back into the jeep.
Youngbae was also still buckled up. It was probably what saved the both of them in the first place. He didn’t want to think where they would be if they hadn’t used the little strap.
“Seunghyun!” He heard someone yell for him from outside. “Help! I’m stuck!”
“It’s Seungri… He’s been yelling for an hour or so…” Youngbae explained. “I tried waking you up, but you wouldn’t…” His voice was trembling slightly, and only when Seunghyun was inside, he noticed that a part of the door was stuck at Youngbae’s left side.
“Shit…” He tried feeling up for the buckle, but the other stopped him; “The… umm…” he had a sash on his eyebrow. There was so much blood flowing from there Seunghyun started wondering if it was Youngbae's blood on his hands. He just felt his chest ache, but other than that and slight trembling nothing seemed wrong with him. “If I move… the metal will cut through my lung. You need to remove the door first.”
Seunghyun nodded, quickly getting out of the car.
When he stood up, he noticed Seungri. He was lying in a puddle of glass and mud. His legs were stuck under the car. He was covered in cuts and bruises, as if he bathed in glass sherds before he woke up.
Seunghyun recalled warning the younger male to buckle up, but he refused, chattering with Daesung and the driver that sat in the front. Judging by his injuries he probably flew out of the window, and broke through the glass. He closed his eyes as his mind provided the horrid image and tried to shake it off.
He was in panic, clawing the grass underneath his left hand. It didn’t seem such a problem until Seunghyun noticed a huge piece of glass stuck in his hand. “I thought… I thought you were dead and-“
He didn’t know if Seungri was crying or it was just the rain, his pupils were wide like hell. He caught onto Seunghyun’s leg, tugging his pants and started shaking his head back and forth.
“Listen to me. I’m going to get Youngbae now, and then we’re both going to get you out. Alright?”
“My hand… I can’t feel my hand…”
“Don’t move, okay, just stay still until I come back.”
Seungri froze upon hearing the command and nodded slowly.
Seunghyun hurried to the other side of the car.
The car must’ve rolled over a few times to cause such a destructive damage. It was laying in a meadow; the front clip was on the ground and most of it was crushed into bits and pieces, whatever was left from it trapped Seungri underneath it. The cowl screen, one of the doors and a few other parts were dumped behind, showing the long road the jeep did before stopping.
Despite the fact that at first it seemed completely impossible moving the door, he pulled harder and harder. He growled and used more force when he heard the hinges yield underneath his strength.
Once it broke, he was sent flying to the mud, the door on top of him.
Youngbae clasped onto an open wound on the side of his waist. His left side seemed a bit damaged, a big cut on his leg and thigh and a few small ones on his hand.
He released the strap, and Seunghyun helped him out. “Can you stand?”
“Yeah, I’m fine… Just this.” He removed his hand and revealed a nasty lesion. Seunghyun nodded; they will deal with this later, right now Seungri was top priority.
Seungri held onto the grass, and his eyes were closed. He was probably in a lot of pain.
Seunghyun held onto his face. “Listen to me Seungri; you’re going to be okay. Youngbae and I are going to lift the car, when we will - draw out your legs as fast as you can. Am I clear?”
He tried nodding, but he bit his lip, and was in no condition to understand anything. He started clawing the grass again.
“Seungri, if you won’t lift you legs, it’ll be a lot more painful.”
He nodded again.
Seunghyun turned to Youngbae, who took a deep breath. He limped slighting and stumbled onto the side of the vehicle, positioning his hands. Seunghyun clamped his hand to the cold metal and started pushing.
“Now, Seungri, now!”
He pulled his legs away, and the vehicle landed on the mud, splashing it everywhere. For some reason that made Seungri choke down, his chest raising and falling faster than before. He looked both relieved, and in pain.
Youngbae removed Seungri’s wet bangs from his eyes, stroking his hair.
Seunghyun glanced at the glass stuck in his hand. Then at Youngbae. “We have to remove it.”
“No, you’ll cause the blood to flow out.”
“It’s pinning him the ground, and we have to get to the nearest-“
“Seunghyun, we’re in the middle of nowhere. Our chances of getting to the nearest village by walking are lower than zero.”
This caused Seungri to squirm and try to sit up. He screamed in pain, clutching onto his arm.
“Daesung is still in the car.”
After breaking the window with his elbow, he noticed that Daesung was still unconscious. This worried him, and he tried to find any cause of an external bleeding and found none except a few sashes on his face. His limp body dropped on top of him, lifelessly. He checked the pulse. It was still there. He let the relief take over him. All members of the band, all his friends were alive. That was all he needed to know. He crawled slowly with Daesung in his arms, using only his legs to move. He put him next to Seungri. “He’s still unconscious.” He explained, more to himself than to others.
Youngbae was in the other side of the car; the driver’s body was hanging from his seat, but blood ran from his lips and his eyes were opened. He checked the pulse yet another time, to verify that the man was dead. When he came back to check on Daesung he didn't say anything, just lowered his gaze.
“How’s your neck?” Youngbae asked after a long while. The rain quieted down to a light drizzle.
Choi Seunghyun clamped a hand over his neck, and finally understood why he had blood all over him. Suddenly his neck and shoulder burned and his upper torso ached horribly, as if someone just punched him a few times on the same spot.
“I’m fine,” He replied.
*
He removed the glass with his bare hands. Yes, it hurt like hell, but whenever he tried doing it with cloth, it would slip either from the smooth surface, or the fact that the cloth was wet.
Daesung stirred a few times, groaned, moaned, but haven’t woke up. Youngbae bandaged Seungri’s arm with his shirt despite the cold, but didn’t look pleased at Seunghyun’s actions.
Seunghyun rummaged through the trunk, taking a few necessary stuff. He found a pair of smokes, which probably belonged to driver. The driver wasn’t going to use them any time soon.
The taste was disgusting like always, but somehow it was like escaping for the situation for a few more minutes. He continued looking for something more useful than make-up and stage customs. He found a few snacks a puffed another cloud of smoke that dissipated in the rain. His hands caught paper and he pulled out a huge poster. The four of them were on it, wearing colorful attires and matching sneakers. “BIGBANG in Busan!” was written in big bold letters.
It was hard to believe that about eight hours ago they had the most wonderful concert in Busan. Thousands of screaming fans shrieked their name and posters along with sheets that claimed undying love were waved at them from the audience.
Every smile that Daesung gave, every word that Seungri sang, every move that Youngbae danced created another wave of excitement and rush in the crowd. He felt like god, looking down on his created territory from above with satisfaction. They were all waiting for him to speak, to sing, to move, to breathe.
Those times, in the heat of the concerts and shows, he felt like the four of them were made out of one, and were parted to four in order to set harmony on stage. Each completed the other and made his band-mates absolute.
There were times when he would feel a little empty, like there was another vioce that hadn't been heard. His mind would wander; the choices he made, were all of them right? What was missing?
He slung a bag on his shoulder, and dropped the cigarette in a puddle. If someone will find the vehicle; they will know there were survivors. He also used another three cigarettes to form an arrow that headed to the south. This will be where they’ll head to.
“How is he?” He asked Youngbae upon returning to the meadow.
“Asleep,” The three of them glanced at Daesung, confirming his state.
“Now what?” Seungri was wide awake, but a lot more composed. His face wore his usual serious mask, but you could see that he was in a lot of pain; he was sweating despite the cold and his face was pale. Seunghyun threw Youngbae a new shirt and cleared the old one out of Seungri’s hand. The open wound was still bleeding. He needed stitches, a lot of them.
“Can you move your fingers?” Youngbae inquired; Seungri’s answer was moving his fingers a little, they seemed like they were flinching and he bit his lip from the pain. Seunghyun tightened the bloody shirt around his arm, and crouched to Daesung.
“Dae…” He called, shaking him slightly. When there was no reply, he slapped both of his cheeks. “Kang Daesung, wake up.”
He stirred, moaning. “Hey, can you hear me…? Daesung.”
There was no reply, but this time his eyes opened slightly, like crescent moons. He caught Seunghyun’s hand, but his grip was lost immediately afterwards, his eyelids fell closed again. It might be a hunch, but it looked like he was losing and regaining conscious over and over again.
“Hey! Daesung…!” He tried slapping his cheeks again, but this time nothing happened.
The rain stopped.
Seunghyun opened his coat and lifted his shirt.
A huge blue mark had covered Daesung’s whole chest. Youngbae spotted a smaller version on his chest; it was done from the seatbelt. In Daesung’s case it made it worse instead of better. “Shit. Shit. Fuck… We need medical help. This isn’t something we can fix…”
“We all need medical help, Seunghyun.”
“I know… I know. But this is just-“
“Let’s just stay here; someone might come looking for us.”
“Seunghyun was right, Seungri. We can’t stay here. There’s no reception here, and until someone will figure out that we won’t be arraiving, Daesung can die. Furthermore, once they start looking it’ll take them days to figure out we strayed from the main road into a dirt road and then drove in the forest.”
“We have to find the nearest village. I’ll take him on my back. Here.” He handed Seungri the bag he collected from stuff he found in the car.
“I’d rather you not, Seunghyun… your neck.”
“It’s fine. It’s just a cut.” Daesung was pretty light; “Hang in there, buddy.” Seunghyun whispered when his head hung from his shoulder limply.
*
It was getting darker by the minute. There was no rain, but frost covered the forest.
Youngbae was still hobbling, while Seungri dragged himself heavily on his shoulder.
“Seunghyun, let’s take a rest.”
“Here, in the middle of nowhere?”
Seungri wanted to say something but burst into a fit of coughing. Youngbae leaned him on the tree.
Seunghyun’s shoulders were giving him away. He didn’t know how long he’ll be able to carry Daesung, and still walk. But this was not an issue; they needed to get to safety.
“There’s a shade from the bushes… bring Daesung over here.”
Once Daesung was on his back under a thicket of bushes, Youngbae announced he had a high fever. They argued for a few minutes should they stay or continue. Seungri started coughing again and it distracted them long enough to forget about the dispute.
But when silence spread they understood they were not alone in the forest. A lonely howl ascended followed by others, closer and closer.
The howl was long and gloomy, as if they were waiting for the moon.
“We need to get moving.”
“Wait, maybe they’ll pass us by...” Seungri steadied himself with the help of a nearby tree.
“Are you serious? We reek of fresh blood and we have no means of defense.” Seunghyun was about to take Daesung to his arms, but he froze when he heard rustling.
“Don’t move.” He ordered.
It was almost dark, and you could barely see a thing between the dark barks of the trees. Seunghyun lifted a rock from the ground.
The silence was resumed. He could hear his own heartbeats and his breathing hitched. He felt like he went through a car accident all over again.
Cold breeze went through the trees and he shuddered, hearing low, steady steps crunching on the forest’s floor.
What he saw was tall, taller than a wolf. Last rays from the sunset spilled on a man before them. He was dirty and wore nothing but some kind of a white fur.
His hair was a complete mess of mud and leaves, but Seunghyun could distinguish that he was a blonde.
After his onyx eyes darted from one face to another face, the man threw his head back and uttered a long wail, that rose to the night’s sky and was joined by others howls from afar.
TBC
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A/N: Wow, my first fic... It's rough and un-edited, but I like it as it is right now. :) Hope you will too. Any comments are appritated from the bottom of my heart!
Part I
“Help!!! Help…!”
Choi Seunghyun’s eyes snapped open and a rush of pain took over him. He groaned loudly.
It took him a minute to understand that it wasn’t the world that turned upside-down, but he was hanging by the seat-belt inside a jeep.
Bits and pieces came back to him slowly. The driver decided to take a dirt route to get faster to the high-way, and before they knew it, they were driving in the wilderness for an hour or so.
It was raining so heavily. The last thing he remembered was the car hitting something and then rolling off the track. Did he get knocked off by the hit? Was he hurt?
He raised his hands to his view, but everything was foggy. His hands looked like two red stains and they felt wet. It was blood. He groaned again, clenching onto his chest; the pain was unbearable but he his limbs were still attached to him, - he moved both his legs and hands. He tried prying the belt off for a few good seconds until it occurred to him that he should just release the buckle. His shaky hand groped for the object as he tried to focus his sight. All he could hear is the rain over the metallic surface of the car.
He almost screamed from pain when his head hit the ground. This probably meant he found the buckle.
His body crushed loudly on the roof of the car. His hands were shaky and his breaths were fast and short and it felt like low tremors in his burning throat.
Once he found the window, he noticed it was missing completely. He crawled out slowly, dragging his heavy body on the floor. It was pouring like from a bucket, and the ground was muddy and soft. He lay there a few moments, trying to ease his breathing.
His vision cleared and he took a long reliving sigh. He jerked when he felt something grabbing his leg.
“Youngbae!” He exclaimed, crawling back into the jeep.
Youngbae was also still buckled up. It was probably what saved the both of them in the first place. He didn’t want to think where they would be if they hadn’t used the little strap.
“Seunghyun!” He heard someone yell for him from outside. “Help! I’m stuck!”
“It’s Seungri… He’s been yelling for an hour or so…” Youngbae explained. “I tried waking you up, but you wouldn’t…” His voice was trembling slightly, and only when Seunghyun was inside, he noticed that a part of the door was stuck at Youngbae’s left side.
“Shit…” He tried feeling up for the buckle, but the other stopped him; “The… umm…” he had a sash on his eyebrow. There was so much blood flowing from there Seunghyun started wondering if it was Youngbae's blood on his hands. He just felt his chest ache, but other than that and slight trembling nothing seemed wrong with him. “If I move… the metal will cut through my lung. You need to remove the door first.”
Seunghyun nodded, quickly getting out of the car.
When he stood up, he noticed Seungri. He was lying in a puddle of glass and mud. His legs were stuck under the car. He was covered in cuts and bruises, as if he bathed in glass sherds before he woke up.
Seunghyun recalled warning the younger male to buckle up, but he refused, chattering with Daesung and the driver that sat in the front. Judging by his injuries he probably flew out of the window, and broke through the glass. He closed his eyes as his mind provided the horrid image and tried to shake it off.
He was in panic, clawing the grass underneath his left hand. It didn’t seem such a problem until Seunghyun noticed a huge piece of glass stuck in his hand. “I thought… I thought you were dead and-“
He didn’t know if Seungri was crying or it was just the rain, his pupils were wide like hell. He caught onto Seunghyun’s leg, tugging his pants and started shaking his head back and forth.
“Listen to me. I’m going to get Youngbae now, and then we’re both going to get you out. Alright?”
“My hand… I can’t feel my hand…”
“Don’t move, okay, just stay still until I come back.”
Seungri froze upon hearing the command and nodded slowly.
Seunghyun hurried to the other side of the car.
The car must’ve rolled over a few times to cause such a destructive damage. It was laying in a meadow; the front clip was on the ground and most of it was crushed into bits and pieces, whatever was left from it trapped Seungri underneath it. The cowl screen, one of the doors and a few other parts were dumped behind, showing the long road the jeep did before stopping.
Despite the fact that at first it seemed completely impossible moving the door, he pulled harder and harder. He growled and used more force when he heard the hinges yield underneath his strength.
Once it broke, he was sent flying to the mud, the door on top of him.
Youngbae clasped onto an open wound on the side of his waist. His left side seemed a bit damaged, a big cut on his leg and thigh and a few small ones on his hand.
He released the strap, and Seunghyun helped him out. “Can you stand?”
“Yeah, I’m fine… Just this.” He removed his hand and revealed a nasty lesion. Seunghyun nodded; they will deal with this later, right now Seungri was top priority.
Seungri held onto the grass, and his eyes were closed. He was probably in a lot of pain.
Seunghyun held onto his face. “Listen to me Seungri; you’re going to be okay. Youngbae and I are going to lift the car, when we will - draw out your legs as fast as you can. Am I clear?”
He tried nodding, but he bit his lip, and was in no condition to understand anything. He started clawing the grass again.
“Seungri, if you won’t lift you legs, it’ll be a lot more painful.”
He nodded again.
Seunghyun turned to Youngbae, who took a deep breath. He limped slighting and stumbled onto the side of the vehicle, positioning his hands. Seunghyun clamped his hand to the cold metal and started pushing.
“Now, Seungri, now!”
He pulled his legs away, and the vehicle landed on the mud, splashing it everywhere. For some reason that made Seungri choke down, his chest raising and falling faster than before. He looked both relieved, and in pain.
Youngbae removed Seungri’s wet bangs from his eyes, stroking his hair.
Seunghyun glanced at the glass stuck in his hand. Then at Youngbae. “We have to remove it.”
“No, you’ll cause the blood to flow out.”
“It’s pinning him the ground, and we have to get to the nearest-“
“Seunghyun, we’re in the middle of nowhere. Our chances of getting to the nearest village by walking are lower than zero.”
This caused Seungri to squirm and try to sit up. He screamed in pain, clutching onto his arm.
“Daesung is still in the car.”
After breaking the window with his elbow, he noticed that Daesung was still unconscious. This worried him, and he tried to find any cause of an external bleeding and found none except a few sashes on his face. His limp body dropped on top of him, lifelessly. He checked the pulse. It was still there. He let the relief take over him. All members of the band, all his friends were alive. That was all he needed to know. He crawled slowly with Daesung in his arms, using only his legs to move. He put him next to Seungri. “He’s still unconscious.” He explained, more to himself than to others.
Youngbae was in the other side of the car; the driver’s body was hanging from his seat, but blood ran from his lips and his eyes were opened. He checked the pulse yet another time, to verify that the man was dead. When he came back to check on Daesung he didn't say anything, just lowered his gaze.
“How’s your neck?” Youngbae asked after a long while. The rain quieted down to a light drizzle.
Choi Seunghyun clamped a hand over his neck, and finally understood why he had blood all over him. Suddenly his neck and shoulder burned and his upper torso ached horribly, as if someone just punched him a few times on the same spot.
“I’m fine,” He replied.
*
He removed the glass with his bare hands. Yes, it hurt like hell, but whenever he tried doing it with cloth, it would slip either from the smooth surface, or the fact that the cloth was wet.
Daesung stirred a few times, groaned, moaned, but haven’t woke up. Youngbae bandaged Seungri’s arm with his shirt despite the cold, but didn’t look pleased at Seunghyun’s actions.
Seunghyun rummaged through the trunk, taking a few necessary stuff. He found a pair of smokes, which probably belonged to driver. The driver wasn’t going to use them any time soon.
The taste was disgusting like always, but somehow it was like escaping for the situation for a few more minutes. He continued looking for something more useful than make-up and stage customs. He found a few snacks a puffed another cloud of smoke that dissipated in the rain. His hands caught paper and he pulled out a huge poster. The four of them were on it, wearing colorful attires and matching sneakers. “BIGBANG in Busan!” was written in big bold letters.
It was hard to believe that about eight hours ago they had the most wonderful concert in Busan. Thousands of screaming fans shrieked their name and posters along with sheets that claimed undying love were waved at them from the audience.
Every smile that Daesung gave, every word that Seungri sang, every move that Youngbae danced created another wave of excitement and rush in the crowd. He felt like god, looking down on his created territory from above with satisfaction. They were all waiting for him to speak, to sing, to move, to breathe.
Those times, in the heat of the concerts and shows, he felt like the four of them were made out of one, and were parted to four in order to set harmony on stage. Each completed the other and made his band-mates absolute.
There were times when he would feel a little empty, like there was another vioce that hadn't been heard. His mind would wander; the choices he made, were all of them right? What was missing?
He slung a bag on his shoulder, and dropped the cigarette in a puddle. If someone will find the vehicle; they will know there were survivors. He also used another three cigarettes to form an arrow that headed to the south. This will be where they’ll head to.
“How is he?” He asked Youngbae upon returning to the meadow.
“Asleep,” The three of them glanced at Daesung, confirming his state.
“Now what?” Seungri was wide awake, but a lot more composed. His face wore his usual serious mask, but you could see that he was in a lot of pain; he was sweating despite the cold and his face was pale. Seunghyun threw Youngbae a new shirt and cleared the old one out of Seungri’s hand. The open wound was still bleeding. He needed stitches, a lot of them.
“Can you move your fingers?” Youngbae inquired; Seungri’s answer was moving his fingers a little, they seemed like they were flinching and he bit his lip from the pain. Seunghyun tightened the bloody shirt around his arm, and crouched to Daesung.
“Dae…” He called, shaking him slightly. When there was no reply, he slapped both of his cheeks. “Kang Daesung, wake up.”
He stirred, moaning. “Hey, can you hear me…? Daesung.”
There was no reply, but this time his eyes opened slightly, like crescent moons. He caught Seunghyun’s hand, but his grip was lost immediately afterwards, his eyelids fell closed again. It might be a hunch, but it looked like he was losing and regaining conscious over and over again.
“Hey! Daesung…!” He tried slapping his cheeks again, but this time nothing happened.
The rain stopped.
Seunghyun opened his coat and lifted his shirt.
A huge blue mark had covered Daesung’s whole chest. Youngbae spotted a smaller version on his chest; it was done from the seatbelt. In Daesung’s case it made it worse instead of better. “Shit. Shit. Fuck… We need medical help. This isn’t something we can fix…”
“We all need medical help, Seunghyun.”
“I know… I know. But this is just-“
“Let’s just stay here; someone might come looking for us.”
“Seunghyun was right, Seungri. We can’t stay here. There’s no reception here, and until someone will figure out that we won’t be arraiving, Daesung can die. Furthermore, once they start looking it’ll take them days to figure out we strayed from the main road into a dirt road and then drove in the forest.”
“We have to find the nearest village. I’ll take him on my back. Here.” He handed Seungri the bag he collected from stuff he found in the car.
“I’d rather you not, Seunghyun… your neck.”
“It’s fine. It’s just a cut.” Daesung was pretty light; “Hang in there, buddy.” Seunghyun whispered when his head hung from his shoulder limply.
*
It was getting darker by the minute. There was no rain, but frost covered the forest.
Youngbae was still hobbling, while Seungri dragged himself heavily on his shoulder.
“Seunghyun, let’s take a rest.”
“Here, in the middle of nowhere?”
Seungri wanted to say something but burst into a fit of coughing. Youngbae leaned him on the tree.
Seunghyun’s shoulders were giving him away. He didn’t know how long he’ll be able to carry Daesung, and still walk. But this was not an issue; they needed to get to safety.
“There’s a shade from the bushes… bring Daesung over here.”
Once Daesung was on his back under a thicket of bushes, Youngbae announced he had a high fever. They argued for a few minutes should they stay or continue. Seungri started coughing again and it distracted them long enough to forget about the dispute.
But when silence spread they understood they were not alone in the forest. A lonely howl ascended followed by others, closer and closer.
The howl was long and gloomy, as if they were waiting for the moon.
“We need to get moving.”
“Wait, maybe they’ll pass us by...” Seungri steadied himself with the help of a nearby tree.
“Are you serious? We reek of fresh blood and we have no means of defense.” Seunghyun was about to take Daesung to his arms, but he froze when he heard rustling.
“Don’t move.” He ordered.
It was almost dark, and you could barely see a thing between the dark barks of the trees. Seunghyun lifted a rock from the ground.
The silence was resumed. He could hear his own heartbeats and his breathing hitched. He felt like he went through a car accident all over again.
Cold breeze went through the trees and he shuddered, hearing low, steady steps crunching on the forest’s floor.
What he saw was tall, taller than a wolf. Last rays from the sunset spilled on a man before them. He was dirty and wore nothing but some kind of a white fur.
His hair was a complete mess of mud and leaves, but Seunghyun could distinguish that he was a blonde.
After his onyx eyes darted from one face to another face, the man threw his head back and uttered a long wail, that rose to the night’s sky and was joined by others howls from afar.
TBC
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