✗ of blood and lust ;
Jongdae always enjoyed killing, the thought of blood splurging out in a multitude of ways sending him into a flurry of excitement. When it came to assassinations, jobs that included blood shed and wounds, Jongdae usually preferred going alone because the thought of having someone with him dragged him down -- he didn't need someone being a heavy weight. He preferred doing things alone, preferred not having someone pull him back as he shot like a maniac.
But when he heard that Kris was his partner he had to pause, ponder over it for a second because he didn't know the older man too well and yet he probably knew every curve of his body like the back of his hand. The thought of Kris covered in blood honestly wasn't terrible -- in fact it was probably the reason why Jongdae had little to no qualms about venturing out on a mission with the other man.
As he made his way towards the abandoned building with Kris by his side, Jongdae shot the male a glance before his eyes began to wander. "There probably won't be too many of them tonight," he said, referring to the rival gang and it was the first time he spoke to Kris that day, voice a little soft, lacking any form of emotion except the one he knew the older man was much too familiar with. "We could finish the job before the night ends," he added and he looked at the older man once more, awaiting a response.
The thing about killing people was that despite how addictive the feeling of having a gun at hand, the way it'd vibrate as you pulled the trigger was, was that once the deed was done, you'd be left with nothing but adrenaline pumping through your veins.