“I can’t tell you how bad I feel even being here, because I know I shouldn’t even be asking you this, but I have no one else to turn to.”
“god. is coming to me for help really that bad,” he snorted, opening the door to let the assassin into his room. part of gunhee always wondered why anyone came to him for help to begin with. it wasn’t like he didn’t have a reputation for doing people dirty. yet here stood kanghyuk, in the middle of the night, looking somewhat disheveled and in need of… something. maybe their childhood instilled some sense of familiarity in him. gun could see no other reason he’d turn to him. getting a good look at the other, his brow scrunched in both curiosity and concern, “alright. talk.” he tapped a finger under the elder’s chin to get him to look up at him. “is everything okay?”












