Friday, June 13th

He didn't know how to describe the storm that happened that night.

Painful? No. It was more than pain.

The thunder never stops roaring, while lightning repeatedly flashed into his cheeks.

He cried so loud, but nobody could hear. Nobody came to save him.

And just when he was about to run away from the storm, it started crawling to him.

Clouding him with its pitch black dark limbs, traveling into every inch of his being.

The boy couldn't control his facial expression, nor did he care, but he surely look like the world are about to end in seconds.

He wriggled his way out when the storm tried to pry his clothes off. He screamed once again and kicked the storm with all of his might, sprinting away from it.

As far as he could.

With tear blocking his eyes, that is. His adrenaline kicking in, but the survival conscience are louder.

And instead of running to the busy streets, he finds himself dragged into Seokjin's house, and into the blonde's embrace.

He didn't remember when did he finay stopped crying that very night, but certainly it was within Seokjin's clutches.