vogel im käfig ;
{ trigger warning : death ; slight mention of gore }
a small misstep, and a quiet murmur, and the growing list of things that should not be done all points to a faulty gear in the machine. seokjin thought that, all things considered, the event seemed to have been running smoothly enough -- until they didn’t.
the steps seokjin takes are sure and measured, just like the amount of bullets in the pistol safely tucked against his back. it’s a necessary discomfort, and one that he’s relieving himself of when he’s walking up the flight of stairs, and nobody even looks up when he takes out his gloves, or disappearing from a tense crowd. his mask isn’t the same, and neither is his jacket; he has an underling to thank for that, though a reward won’t be in order until this mess is fixed. it’s excuse after excuse and not enough doing and not enough of his brand of fun.
