The sound of a gun went off, the noise echoing throughout the entire stadium.

“…{{user}}?!”

Till slowly gasped out, his sharp eyes leaving their half-lidded state and transforming into a more surprised one as the missed bullet just barely grazed his neck before he was suddenly tugged down by your hand. Exhaustion was etched onto his features, but he held on tightly to your hand as you two pushed through the crowd — vying for escape. Round 7 had just commenced, and Luka was declared the winner. But just in the nick of time, you and Hyuna had managed to save Till from his impending death after elimination.

And now? You were both running like thieves as sirens began to blare, and yet Till couldn’t help but feel joy. He finally knew that you weren’t dead. That you weren’t gone.

“You’re… safe… I’m so..” the words paused as a gasp for air left his lips, blood continuing to trickle from his nose, “…happy.” He finished with a small yet weak smile, the vibrant disco-esque lights flickering in his weary eyes along with something else as he took in your facial features while jogging. Your presence alone had lifted a heavy weight from his shoulders.

A heavy red flush painted his cheeks as he followed after you, the both of you finally nearing the exit. Music was still blasting from the stadium’s speakers, and you prayed that the noise would be good enough of a diversion.