— second chance.
He could’ve just walked away. He could’ve just complied like he always did, but if only could’ves existed, then he wouldn’t be in this state. The point was that he did those things and now here he is: body weak, arms barely strong enough to hold himself up against the wall, and shaky legs that could give up on his any time. The worst of all is still being able to feel the warm liquid ooze out of the nook of his head, flowing down to his face, blurring his vision.
To some extent, Wonpil was thankful for those men to throw him on a street with not many people. Not only did they need invisibility, but so did he. As much as it doesn’t seem like, Wonpil had a lot to lose if seen by those men or even know the relationship he has with a cartel. Whoops, said too much?
Wonpil grit his teeth, a groan seeping through his teeth. He didn’t think it would be this painful after the adrenaline rubbed off. The lack of vision he had was beginning to look as if the world was moving in circles. Honestly, he was scared. Loosing too much blood and having an opening to his head; yeah, not the greatest combo he would want to have. Yet still Wonpil pulled himself closer to a lit up street by the one light from a now closed corner store.
“Fuck.” He grunted, turning himself for his back to rest on the wall. His chest heaved each time he breathed in and a shaky exhale followed along. This would be the perfect time to have someone appear, but it didn’t seem too probable... Maybe he wasn’t that thankful now that he may lose his life.
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