tagged; taehyung & hyuk
Hyuk had read many horsey books in long car rides with his family –usually when he tried and failed to nap instead- and he knew the tricks; after a final check in, stable hands would go home for the night, leaving the sleeping horses to their own devices. Most human stables would have alarms if anyone came or went, but with the way SNAG’s stables were designed, they were too open to really have working alarms –so Sanghyuk assumed, anyway.
In other words, if you go to the stables late enough and keep your face covered, you should have no problem.
Fussing a little with his face mask, a little uncomfortable now that he had time to sit and wallow in how almost-criminal this felt, he craned his neck, prepared to dart into the empty stall just behind him to hide from anyone that might see him, by some chance. Werewolves, things that could see in the dark…not his style. Not when sneaking around.
He swung his plastic grocery store bag full of spray paint, uncaring how they clinked together and made noise. Hyuk had seen plenty of action films, and had thought to scope out the area before (though he only did half, realizing how embarrassing it was to crawl around on the dusty ground when he was wearing a black shirt). No one was here at the moment besides him. He was 99.9999% certain.
Where was Taehyung? It felt like hours had passed while he lurked in the shadows like a very bored demon, wishing he could check his phone. In fact, it had been about ten minutes, but he almost didn’t have a watch, because what was the point when he had a phone? And it wasn’t like he could have read that either.
Their plan had been for midnight, and he began to wonder if Taehyung had fallen asleep instead, thinking that it might just be best to start painting the stalls and creatures themselves, so he could rub it in the boy’s face the next day.
(He would walk away, but once you spend so much money on spray paint to begin with, you sort of seal your fate to doing something with it.)
