He felt the wind colded him to bones.He looked around so there wasn’t any reporters there,busy taking pictures secretly and making an article about him,walking alone in the night.Suddenly he felt like someone was looking at him from behind.It was not literally someone but something.(Ghost,maybe.We knew N afraid of this creature,right?).

He doesn’t have courage to turn around and he knew that the best solution was to run away.He quickly run as fast as his legs could to escape from the quiet path before something bad happened to him.On a short distance ahead,Hakyeon could see the main road with some cars passed by.Relief washed him away.

He didn’t steady himself as he stumbled upon his own leg and fell down.He brushed off the dust on his palm and he noticed there was blood staining the tar road near his knee.

’I must have scrap my knee’.He looked to find the wound and let out a sigh as he knew his feeling was correct.

He looked for a plaster in his backpack that he always carried to everywhere.Inside,there were medicine for the members if they felt sick,some chocobars,some ointments with some plasters and bandages.

Accidents can happen everywhere,that was the answer he gave when people asked him why he liked to carry many things in the backpack.As he get a better look on the wound,he surprised that his wound was a little bit wider than expected.

The blood was continued to flow out of his body slowly.Instead of a plaster,he silently wrapped his knee with the bandage.Finished doing the things,he slowly tried to walk.He felt stung on the knee if he walked faster.’Manager was going to blabber things up if he knew this’ he thought as he reached the main road.

The white bandages were now slowly turning into red as the blood was spreading second by second.Hakyeon noticed it as his mind tried to process on what he was going to do next.’Maybe it need stitches’.A yellow taxi entered his view before he spreaded both of his hands,waving to make the taxi stopped.