hi gang. sorry for the radio silence.... have a lot going on at once (i have dropped a once beloved friend i'd known for around a decade, i am going into surgery tomorrow, and also i got ip blocked from my favorite source website even before all that, so i got a bit discouraged. wheezes.)
i'll be officially closing new requests. i hope to be able to start answering the ones i have soon, once everything stops being so on fire. thanks for being patient so far, i promise i haven't forgotten you. 💙
HELLO ;;;; i really hope there’s another chapter of pick your poison ;; i re-read the fic every few days and am emotionally attached to it T__T
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII i must sound like a broken record rn but i swear there is 🥹 i was hoping to finish it by 2022 but well. Life. BUT I SWEAR SHE'LL BE PUBLISHED I WILL GET PYP2 OUT EVEN IF IT LANDS ME IN THE PSYCH WARD!!!!!!!!!
here is a snippet as a treat for u and also for proof that she Does exist <3333 if u dont want spoilers LOOK AWAYYYY
You avoid his gaze. “Minho won’t hesitate like I did.”
As Jisung shudders, Changbin nods. “Which is why we need to get Chan here first.”
You frown. “We can’t make him move, he’s injured.”
“We can’t have Jisung outside either, who knows how many goddamn snipers Minho has on every roof right now. And I know this, because of the very long receipt of armory he just bought from one of my suppliers. Very long.” Changbin kneels down in front of you, taking both of your hands between. “He’s pissed. He’s upset. He feels like he’s failed us. We just can’t put his number one target out in the open like that.”
“I just wish he’d talk to us, for a bit.” You whisper quietly, knocking your forehead against your joint hands. “It’s not his fault.”
“I know.” Changbin sighs, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “But you know the idiot’s stubborn, even when he says he isn’t. I understand your concerns about Chan, but the sooner we do this, the sooner we can find Minho, okay?”
You swallow and nod, acquiescing. “Okay.”
Changbin then removes one of his hands to reach for your phone, pressing it in between your palms once he’s gotten it.
“Call him?” Changbin smiles, nudging your chin up gently with his curled finger. “He’s always been quicker to say yes to you.”
You let out a small laugh, but your fingers shake as you click on the speed dial. Before the first ring is even done, Chan picks up.
“Baby? You okay? Did you find Minho?”
You bit your lip. “Channie…”
The nickname is a reflex, you only call him this when you’ve been feeling particularly needy or stressed. Chan, who unfortunately knows this, starts panicking immediately.
“What’s wrong? Where are you? Are you with Bin?”
In the background, you hear some shuffling and Chan calling for the driver. Doors slam shut.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m not injured, or hurt anywhere. I promise. Changbin isn’t too, but we still… we haven’t found Minho. I’m sorry.”
Chan’s sigh of relief is loud. “As long as you’re both safe. We’ll find him together.”
[redacted scene heheheheheeh]
But as you end the call, something dawns on you.
You swing around to Changbin, eyes wide. “Minho has surveillance on every corner in the city. If- no, when he sees Chan rushing to somewhere off-grid he’s gonna want to know where the hell he’s going and he’s going to follow him!"
You blanch when Changbin simply nods, face looking a bit grim.
“So Chan needs to get in this room fast.”
“He’s never going to be fast enough, Bin! Minho’s going to know something’s up as soon as Chan speeds past him! He put out a shoot to kill order on Jisung, he won’t hesitate to-”
“That’s why, we,” Changbin takes your hand, pulling you along to stand in front of Jisung, who looks up at you both with wide eyes from his place on the chair. “Are going to be standing right here.”
You blink. “What? Did you not hear me? Han Jisung is on a shoot to kill order-”
“He won’t shoot.”
You stare up at Changbin, confused and afraid, but Changbin just holds your hand tighter and shakes his head.
“He won’t shoot, Y/N. Not at us.” Changbin assures you, but it sounds more like he’s saying it to himself. “Never at us. Not anymore.”
Your mouth snaps shut at that. You grip Changbin’s hands tight, eyes shaking as you turn to face the door. Desperately waiting for Chan to burst through. Desperately hoping for Minho to be late.
You exhale. “What if he finds a space between us and shoots Jisung straight in the nose?”
Jisung makes a strangled noise behind you. Changbin looks at him over his shoulder, then looks at you.
“Do you want him to?”
You exhale again. You open your mouth, then close it. You shuffle closer to Changbin.
the goldfinch 2019 trailer was genius for choosing the national for their backing track because wowww every one of these sad sack songs is like theo’s life
