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RUN
Album:花樣年華 pt.2 (The Most Beautiful Moment In Life Pt. 2)
Artist: 방탄소년단(BTS)
Kai Kamal Huening just lives a normal life. He’s a normal boy; loves to play sports, plays the piano, has his best friend, Taehyun, parents, and two loving sisters.
If Huening were to say he always loved life, it would’ve been a lie. Everyone has had moments that life seemed pointless and mundane. If Huening chose a point in life where something went wrong and life became pointless and his life was on the line?
He’d choose now.
Three months ago, on the fourth of March, androids had overthrown and threatened the human existence. Androids began to show up and capture and imprison humans, using them as subjects of study and Huening narrowly escaped.
Hueningkai was hanging out with Taehyun, next door, solving puzzles and making random songs. It was something they enjoyed doing- being around each other. They’d been glued to the hip since they were children.
Taehyun was the one who noticed an odd looking vehicle stationed in front of Huening’s house and warned his best friend, and they thus got a head start.
Huening and Taehyun have been on the run since, and hiding out at various shopping malls, grocery stores, etc. It was difficult to always be on the run, and Huening really wishes he was at home, fooling around with his sisters, in his warm bed. Being able to eat his dad’s ramen or maybe kissing his mom goodnight.
The small, tiny things he took for granted.
Currently, Huening and Taehyun are hiding out at a music store, and they try to make as little sound as possible. They need to be on the move again soon, Huening remembers. Their food supply is running low, which means they either have to swing by a convenience store or grocery outlet, or station themselves there next. Huening also knows that they need proper rest.
Robots patrol the streets day and night, and there’s only small gaps in between the patrols in which the robots are switched out for another’s group shift, he assumes. Taehyun and Huening sleep in shifts, keeping guard every night. They havent gotten proper sleep at all in the past three months, and always so alert. Whatever it is, those gaps in time are at unholy hours… such as now.
“Taehyun. Taehyun.” Huening whispers, shaking his best friend awake. “Wake up. It’s 4 am. The patrols are gone. We have to move now.”
Taehyun’s large, alert eyes snap open immediately. “Okay.” Not the slightest sound of tiredness or fatigue shows through his voice, and he grabs his backpack. “Let’s go.”
Huening mimics him, slinging his penguin knapsack over his back, sighing as he takes a look around the music store. The smell of music scores, wooden guitars and piano keys allure him, and he sighs. When can they stop being so worried?
“Okay.”
The streets are mostly empty, and not a single sound echoes through the street, which makes it eerie. Taehyun and Huening bury their mouths and noses into their sweater sleeves, to muffle their breathing. The two jog as silently as they can across the road, and make a break for it as they see what they call ‘hovercars’- a car without wheels that levitates, manipulating the force of gravity- headlights, and Huening curses.
Huening never curses, but that’s changed in the past few months since he lost his family. He just wants his family back.
“oh those fucking rascals,” Taehyun spits, looking behind them. “They’re on our trail. There!” Taehyun jerks his head toward what looks like a radio broadcast station. “We duck in there on three.”
“Okay-!” Huening coughs, gasping for breath. His energy is running low and he feels his feet about to give away from beneath him. But no, he can’t get caught now.
“One.” Huening counts, and Taehyun gives him a grim look.
“Two.”
“Three!” The two make a sudden turn into the radio shop, pushing each other to get in in a rush, and Huening gasps for breath, relieved.
“Taehyun, we lost them. That was a close one.”
Taehyun doesn’t even make a single sound.
“Taehyun?” Huening turns around to see a gun pointed at his face by another boy, looking slightly older than him. His hand shakes, and he looks afraid.
“Don’t move.” The other’s bunny features tremble. “Who are you?”
Huening looks around to see Taehyun frozen in a kneeling position on the floor, at the mercy of another guy with a knife, his eyes narrowed. The boy who holds the knife looks worried, yet focused, his messy long hair unkept.
“Who are you and why are you here?” Another boy, red-haired, makes his entrance from the back of the store, a virtual yet very harmful looking sword making an appearance in his hands, which he readies. “Who do you work for?”
Huening didn’t remember signing up for this when he told God he wanted to be a human being.