TWO 5:55 PM

Bug, Seungkwan mouthed, hardly comprehending the word. “Bug,” he whispered aloud this time, heart jackhammering as inhabitants of the outdoor tents frantically bustled around, shrieked, screeched, warned, cried—“BUG—BUG—BUG!!”

His body reacted quicker than his brain. He bolted, sweat drenching his neck as fear entangled; inter-twisting within him at feral, undomesticated speeds. He huffed, breathed—no air—no air?—dirt spraying in his face as shoes kicked it up like stubborn dogs marking their territories—Hansol—Hansol—Seungkwan whirled back to find Hansol dashing towards him, silver hair yanked back by his pace—“NOW, NOW, NOW, WE GOTTA GO!!”