There’s blood tainted on his hands, even if water pours and washes the color, death has till left its mark. He manages to change his car by now, along with his clothes and identity as he bids his assistant with a ‘job well done.’
There’s no trace of guilt in his soul now, he’s been doing this for years as if it’s a hobby. Patience has never been in his dictionary, so if you fall, you’re out. Rain continues to pour as he parks his car, he’s out to buy the king his favorite coffee (and he still can’t figure out why he hasn’t poisoned the drink every time)
He lets the drops patter against his umbrella as he walks to the coffee shop with ease. It isn’t far long when he feels someone hitting soft against him. He turns, blinking like an innocent person that he isn’t.
“Oh” he says, looking at her and bowing back. He gives her a soft smile, moving forward to share his umbrella. “I wouldn’t mind” he says gently, she’s cute. He laughs softly, the stranger seems charming, who wouldn’t want to share an umbrella?
“Where are you going to? I can walk you there” he says, despite not wanting flower crowns but an actual crown.
“thank you so much! i’m happy i’m under your umbrella ~ ella ella now ~” she sings lightly, her voice like a burst of spring. if she wasn’t super wet she’d probably would try to hug the stranger. she steps back under the umbrella fixing her bangs back into place. patting at her face a few times, her sleeves are damp so it doesn’t do much of anything. yet, she’s still smiling and she’s happy now any dryness is good. sniffing a few times, if she caught a cold she’d be miserable. it’s weird being under an umbrella with a boy.. she feels a bit awkward now, because she has to stand pretty close to stay under it properly. hands gently clasped in front of her, it’s fine.. she’s her after all, so he’s not even sweating her. “my name is melody by the way, happy to meet you.” her eye smile in full glory as she slightly tilts her head with a bright smile.
he asks her where she’s going, and he even asks to walk her-- blinking a few times a bit surprised. he is a stranger.. but he doesn’t look scary at all, “my house, i live in the neighborhood about fifteenish.. minutes away.” fifteenish minutes.... if she were running that is. “though if you’re really busy you don’t have to walk me! i’d hate to be a bother!” waving her hands a bit, a more shyer expression now on her face. though-- she did appreciate her alone time, walking with someone.. wouldn’t hurt right? chanhyuk would scold her for trusting others so easily, especially boys. people were crazy these days, melody just didn’t seem to get the memo. it was naive to be like that in this day and age, yet so far she’s gotten along fine. out of nerves she fixes her already fixed bangs, he probably had a million things to do,