Just as the men had froze in their circling and lunging, so did Bokyung. Now that there was a lack of movement, now that those words were out, Bokyung tried to make himself a shadow. Run. Run, his thoughts told him, a pulse in time with his hammering heartbeat.
His knuckles hurt. He kicked the shin of the man nearest to him and bolted for the door.
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Date: 2016-11-12 09:10 am (UTC)His knuckles hurt. He kicked the shin of the man nearest to him and bolted for the door.