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spilledinnxcence:
The feeling of a known being touching his cheeks and hearing those words from Olivar, it kept him calm. Gently he nodded his head, even though he didn’t want to get up his body forced him up. The blood getting sticky on his clothes, his skin too, he didn’t know why it happened so fast. But he was greatful that Oliver is here. Taehyung slowly walked to the car, pulling the door handle to open the door and getting in. He sat back in the seat, staying quiet.
It had been a long while since he had cleaned a crime scene like this; the blood everywhere and the corpse rested on the ground. It was utter beauty in the eyes of the killer, but his concern lied with Taehyung, so he quickly made a call to his “cleaner” friends and made a swift payment, providing the place that needed a clean, as well as handling the body with his own hands to cover any or all of Taehyung’s prints he may have left.
Hurrying back to the car, the elder now had blood and his hands and shirt,only a mere few speckles, but he sat in the driver’s seat, looking to Tae and trying to reassure him with a calm smile.
“Let’s get you all washed up, you can borrow some clothes... or even crash at mine- uh.. wherever you like.”
spilledinnxcence:
Taehyungs’ voice is shaky, he didn’t know what to say without it breaking or crying into a breakdown. He spoke into the phone softly, once he was breathing…Giving Oliver the location to where he is, yet he ended the call he looked at his bloody palms, wishing he could just get up and run, but his body would not move, as if he was glued down. Taehyung needed to get away from the dead body, he needed Oliver to save him from this nightmare he just caused.
Grabbing a few clothes and rushing to his car, he hurried to Taehyung’s location halting on the spot when he saw the scene before him, then the fragile boy covered in blood and frozen in place. Gulping before stepping towards him, he crouched down and cupped the boy’s cheeks, resting his forehead against his and closing his eyes. “It’s okay Taehyung, I’ve got you.. We’ll get you into the car.. and I’ll take care of this.. Okay?”
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Taehyung was up against the wall, staring down into his phone–the name on the screen read ‘Oliver’ The reason he was in such a situation was that he killed…the man grabbed Taehyung, he was going to do things but Taehyung ended his life. The boy was clean of killing for a year but that stopped when he killed once again—Taehyung did send a text to Oliver sending it to him, telling him what just happened an hoped he could fix the situation…Blood drying up on his palms and clothes, he wanted to be free from this crimson…dropping his phone, palms clawing at his shirt. Taehyung could not get rid of it.
When Oliver received the call of distress, nothing else could possibly pull him from giving Taehyung the attention he deserved. Springing up from an evening rest, the ex-convict began to get dressed as he heard the panicked cried through the reciever.
“Taehyung, breathe.. It’s going to be okay... Sloooow breaths... and when you’re ready, tell me exactly where you are..”
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“Well at least that’s a plan you have,” he said with a shrug, taking the keys. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going to go down tonight, but he didn’t want to make assumptions as to whether it was going to be good or bad. At least not yet.
“Don’t preemptively apologize to me, those types of things really never end well,” and it was true. At least in his case, from what he’d experience, preemptive apologies never meant anything good. Something less than favorable would usually come next. “Breaking into your own car in the parking lot of a bar… tasteful,” he said, raising his eyebrows and nodding a bit, sarcasm all too obvious for the dancer.
Taking firm grip of Kai’s hand, Oliver shuffled through the crowd of bustling people, some lingering by the bar to pick up a date for the night, some buying drinks, some moving away from the bar with their drinks. However he was stopped when he felt someone deliberately shove him into other people; he then froze on the spot once he found his footing.
Gently releasing Kai’s hand, he too in a deep breath and exhaled slowly before glancing to the male that gave him a daring glare.
“Whattaya lookin’ at?” The stranger blurted out as he had been clearly inebriated. The Lawyer merely gave a soft smile and made a brief attempt to diffuse the situation by apologising, and making way for the bar to finally order the drinks from the bartender.
Soon after ordering and receiving the drinks, that same patron came close to him, gripping his arm hard and propositioning him to brawl. Oliver gave a glance to Kai, a short twitch of his upper lip in distaste of what was soon to come and they both knew it.
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“Damn dude, you’re killin’ me here.” He laughs a little, head giving a shake. “I’ll just order pizza then” He hums, moving to pick his shirt up off the floor so he can tug it over his head and brush it down. Shaking out his hair, he sighs, and then picks his phone up off the floor, opening up the dominos app.
“You seem like a tater-tots kinda guy, honestly. Most definitely frozen, because you don’t seem like a cook at all.” He laughs a bit, shoulders shrugging. “What do you want from dominos? I’m paying so don’t worry.”
Grumbling a little, the Lawyer rolled onto his stomach before finally moving to sit up, baring himself as half naked with a mere pair of sweatpants on, perhaps hanging too low on his hips.
“Come on... I can’t be that lazy.. I just work a lot and I have no room mate or partner to come home to with dinner ready made for me. Frozen meals, Takeout and almost anything deep fried is the way to go. Or pre-bought salad... eugh.” Oliver shrugged before perking up at the thought of pizza.
“Hmmnn... Loaded Meatlovers? What about sides, can we do those? I want some of those mini dutch pancakes and perhaps some garlic bread... of course... if you want to do that..?” He gave a cheeky smile, before scooting to get up onto his feet. Stepping atop the mattress Damien was lying on, he moved to kneel down beside him with a pleading, almost puppy-like expression on his face.