[even though nam soon has certainly never been a stranger to the smell of blood — given how much he's spilled and how many times he's been forced to bleed out — this is too much. this isn't just a scuffle or a brawl gone out of control.
this is a gruesome murder scene.
it's not any normal scene either, that thing looks like it came out of hr giger's nightmares with the intent of totally destroying everything in sight. nothing had felt real or correct before; even though nam soon had elected to stay calm just as heung soo did (and maybe to keep it that way, a bit), he knew something was off. this is the kind of shit that only happens in dreams, but as strange and dreamlike as it theoretically should be, it's all too real. the gangsters were nothing compared to what they were facing right now. nam soon's mouth is clamped shut (barely, and only to prevent himself from saying anything at all) as his brain tries to catch up with what he's seeing.
so when heung soo grabs his wrist, it's brought to attention. he's right, they need to get away. nam soon looks back at the crowd for a moment, but turns to step away — he doesn't run, though. his strides are long and quick, but he doesn't want to make any noise that will garner that things attention. for a brief moment, he looks back at the crowd, and he's bothered.
leaving them alone to likely die is already giving him survivor's guilt, but it's more important that heung soo doesn't get hurt or worse. it's not until they've temporarily holed up in a back corner room that he dares speak.]
What the hell are we doing here. [it takes a lot to shake nam soon's resolve before someone directly threatens heung soo, but this goes beyind his normal realm of understanding.
park heung soo, he's scared to death right now.] We have to find the way out of this place. Without being seen or heard.
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this is a gruesome murder scene.
it's not any normal scene either, that thing looks like it came out of hr giger's nightmares with the intent of totally destroying everything in sight. nothing had felt real or correct before; even though nam soon had elected to stay calm just as heung soo did (and maybe to keep it that way, a bit), he knew something was off. this is the kind of shit that only happens in dreams, but as strange and dreamlike as it theoretically should be, it's all too real. the gangsters were nothing compared to what they were facing right now. nam soon's mouth is clamped shut (barely, and only to prevent himself from saying anything at all) as his brain tries to catch up with what he's seeing.
so when heung soo grabs his wrist, it's brought to attention. he's right, they need to get away. nam soon looks back at the crowd for a moment, but turns to step away — he doesn't run, though. his strides are long and quick, but he doesn't want to make any noise that will garner that things attention. for a brief moment, he looks back at the crowd, and he's bothered.
leaving them alone to likely die is already giving him survivor's guilt, but it's more important that heung soo doesn't get hurt or worse. it's not until they've temporarily holed up in a back corner room that he dares speak.]
What the hell are we doing here. [it takes a lot to shake nam soon's resolve before someone directly threatens heung soo, but this goes beyind his normal realm of understanding.
park heung soo, he's scared to death right now.] We have to find the way out of this place. Without being seen or heard.