Wonwoo's lungs were burning.
The metallic scent of blood mockingly lingered on him.
His feet pounded against the marble floor, sprinting across the long hallway.
He abruptly stopped as he met the end of the hall, splitting into two new ways.
Looking left to right, he wasn't so sure if he had already passed through these halls.
His mind was in a disarray. Despair was plaguing his sanity.
Hysteric footsteps interrupted his thoughts.
They were faint, but they would catch up if he kept being glued to the spot.
He shook his head and ran straight to the left. There's no time to think.
Tears were starting to form, and Wonwoo let them spill.
He should've known. He was angry at himself.
Now look at what happened.
Forgiveness was impossible.
He deserved to rot in Hell.

'Someone, anyone. Please.. 
Save me.'

Author's Note
I'm finally back with a fanfic! WOOO- I can't promise you the greatest story on AFF, but I've been putting my best effort to this fanfic for a while now. This story is inspired by a dream I had a year ago. Of course, it's not completely based on my dream. I had to add in some stuff here and there in order for it to make sense. There will be some pairing moments here and there, but they're more like bromances, not romances. Anyway, I hope you'll all enjoy what I write up for this fic. Upvotes are not necessary but greatly appreciated. ^^ I'd also like to hear your thoughts, so if you have any, it is much encouraged to comment.

And a little side note: I will be using the Seventeen members' actual names.

Swearing and mild violence will be used. Any similar plot and events are by coincidence. Plagiarism will not be tolerated.