"There’s nowhere we can hide."
° ° ° DCDLOBBY @ 4 : 4 2 AM. ›››
Of all the things that Vera can imagine happening in her life, dragging a corpse across the carpeted floor of her office’s lobby isn’t one of them. Although she had to concede: the recurring urges to stab her partner and colleague were increasing in vividity and realness. But Heechul exhaled his last breath by a complete accident. (That wouldn’t be the story splashed out on the headlines, though. The story they’d craft and recraft into perfection would be one that paints Heechul into everything he never was, and never could be. There was a reason why Vera hired Changmin—he was the framework to her structure of lies.) ”Do you mind?” Changmin asked sharply, snapping her out of her jumbled, it’s-fucking-5-in-the-morning thoughts. “He’s heavier than he looks.” To that, Vera can only snort lightly, brushing back a few stray strands of her, then lifting her end of the makeshift body bag. The irony isn’t lost on her; the great Kim Heechul bundled up into what used to be a jacket bag, zipped up to the very top. He’d kick the bucket (again) if he could see himself going out this way. ”We’re not going in my car,” Vera quickly declares, because she’d be completely fucked if they’re found out like this. ”We’re not going in anyone’s car,” Changmin retorts without so much as looking at her. She could see his expression shift under the dimly lit—a bid to save money—lobby lighting, the almost audible click of his thoughts slotting into place. “There’s nowhere we can hide. We’ll have to bring him to the hospital.” There’s silence for a moment, then Vera drops her end of the bag, Heechul’s head clunking loudly against the soft ground. With a firm shake of her head, she spits out, “We are not re-enacting Weekend at Bernie’s in the fucking hospital. Period.” • • • [ ft. heedictate ].














