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@advwooseok
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wooseok closes his eyes, ignoring the sound of footsteps approaching him, ignoring the possibility that they might belong to the same men who had fatally injured him. he was too exhausted to move. when the footsteps stop right in front of him, he peeks open an eye, mildly surprised to see an unfamiliar face staring down at him. frowning, wooseok lashes out at the stranger, “what, never seen someone bleeding to death before?”
god, can’t he just die in peace?
surprisingly, he wanted to sleep. surprisingly, he was laying down in the comforts of his pitch black room. it wasn't a normal spectacle, not for the man who barely sleeps. somehow, days became more tiresome and taeyong's weakened body had no other option than resorting under the dusty sheets of his bed (apparently, it hasn't been washed for days now).
he could hear the music of silence lulling his heavy eyelids to shut tight and with one last sigh, he knew he was already fast asleep. but the subsequent noise downstairs bombarded his ears. taeyong's body shot up from the matress, his senses were alerted. it wasn't just his strong gut feeling that told him somebody had entered his house; he knew it. anything could happen and it might just be the final day of his life... or his time as a free man.
he can't lose now, or any day. never.
he walked down the staircase slowly with a knife in one hand. he was careful not to attract attention but the deteriorating architecture of his house, it was a lost cause. despite that it was impossible for anyone to see in that kind of dark, taeyong found himself locking gazes with a figure in his doorstep. the figure, clutching a part of his midriff, seems to be injured gravely, as taeyong could only guess from the other one's behavior. it was later confirmed when the other one started speaking.
it was just a boy, he could tell from the youthful arrogance coating the younger one's tone. taeyong probably indulged too much in his fears that he almost fell for a maimed, harmless person. or not. "not in my house, obviously." he monotonously answered. for all he knew, the boy could be a threat to him. he might be a police asset, a ghost of his past, a person who knew him back in seoul.
"who are you?" he clenched his fist harder. his mind was contemplating on sinking the knife on the boy's throat in case his hunch was right.
