Can't Keep You Close | Yeongyu

Breaking Out

Yeonjun was drifting off. Years had passed since he had human blood. It was expected that this would have an impact on him. Years ago, he had developed a tolerance for animal blood, but now he was yearning for it. While blaming the individuals in front of him for his failure to resist, he let his hunger take over.

Yeonjun approached Luke slowly before kneeling down and turning to face him. His vibrant blue eyes stared at Luke's fearful ones as the blood smelled wonderful. Luke's throat caught his attention as he moved, the dark red blood oozing from the wound. Yeonjun moved his mouth next to his throat and bit down.

He was addicted to the flavor and simply couldn't get enough of it. He kept on drinking. Yeonjun remained in a daze until Luke's heart had stopped beating. Luke's neck was colored in red by Yeonjun, he took his fangs out causing Luke to drop to the floor like a doll.

He suddenly understood what he had done when he noticed that there was blood all around him. He murdered someone. Yeonjun hurried to a corner in a state of panic, his chest rapidly heaving up and down. He was disgusted with himself as blood covered his mouth and trickled down to his neck. Yeonjun had regrets. Although he disliked Luke, he wasn't capable of killing someone. Regarding everything that had happened, he felt guilty.

He stood up after he saw there was no one there since he felt it would be a waste to remain in the cell for the rest of his life. Since it had been awhile and a lot had changed, Yeonjun didn't have anything like money to survive so he needed to think of a plan. He didn't hesitate to leave his cell.

The wind blew in his face as he made his way outside the prison. His clothes and mouth were covered in blood, and his skin was pale white. His dark black hair was falling over his bright blue eyes. Yeonjun chuckled as he made his way out the entrance, thinking on how much he had missed freedom. He moved swiftly since he didn't want to get caught again.

He felt too powerful for himself as his feet wobbled and grasped the ground with each step. Yeonjun had just one goal when he escaped to Busan: to crush and destroy his enemies permanently.

Beomgyu's alarm started to ring, but he refrained from turning it off. He was really exhausted. He eventually had to turn off the alarm, averting his eyes from the alarm's bright light, due to its unpleasant sound.

"Holy shit." He quickly hurried to draw the curtains since he hates the brightness in the morning. For him, it was too bright. Stretching, he made his way to his closet while hearing practically every bone crack individually.

"Damn am I turning that old already?" Beomgyu grimaced as he noticed his hunched back in the mirror. Beomgyu slouched now naturally, but hastily fixed himself correctly.

"It's time to remember my schedule: take a shower, get dressed in my uniform, pack my belongings for school, go to class, go to my part-time job, go home and sleep." Beomgyu muttered to himself as he made his bed and tidied up his room.

Beomgyu consistently performed the same action quickly. He felt that it would be better for him to keep to his schedule than to constantly have a stressful life. He took a look around to check whether he had left anything behind. He went to the bathroom to take a short shower after checking that everything seemed fine.