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Yoo Youngjae | Lex | 23 “Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are."

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in the dead of night

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wonwoomi:

“hmm,” he gives the other a once over, shrugs his shoulders and adds, “you don’t look it.” if it sounds like a compliment, he doesn’t mean it to, but he doesn’t focus on it either. instead, he’s thinking about the other’s body language, leaned casually against the wall without a care in the world. he wonders if it’d be the same story if he himself had been more assertive about his standing within the city and his reputation, but he bitterly decides it probably wouldn’t make a difference. clearly, the man has an unstoppable death wish, or the stupidity wonwoo himself had had three years when he believed he was indestructible. ( jokes on him because he was doing everyone else’s job for them; destroying himself from the inside out before mingyu came along and gently knocked a little sense into him. ) 

he scoffs. “yeah, strangers that meet in coffee shops or atm queues — not strangers that meet in dark alleyways; not in my experience.” and I’ve met a lot of people in dark alleyways, he thinks, but doesn’t add. it’s not worth it. in all honesty, it’d probably just make the situation worse ( and by worse, he means the other might question him more, mock him more, and wonwoo has neither the patience nor the temper for either ). 

admittedly, he’s not sure initially how to feel about the older’s challenge. as much as he wants to take it, slip his knife cleanly over his skin just to end this all and move on with his life, his brain convinces him otherwise ( thankfully?), tricking him into believing that’d be letting him win — letting him get what he wants. what doesn’t cross wonwoo’s mind is that keeping him here, tormenting him, is probably already what the other wants regardless. he’s easy entertainment, after all, even if he doesn’t realise it. “yeah, I am. look it up in a dictionary and a picture of me with a little halo is pasted underneath as an example.” 

youngjae just frowned a little, “and how exactly can you tell from that distance?” they were still standing at different ends of an alleyway and he could not really make out the other’s face to make any comment on how old he looked. not that he supposed he actually cared very much, he was mostly assuming at this point that this guy was younger than him, certainly sounded like he was younger, at least. again, it didn’t matter though because age hardly came into things when things started to turn nasty and shots started getting fired, which they normally did in these kinds of circumstances. not that youngjae particularly wanted it to come down to that, he’d much rather walk away from this without having any scrapes or stab wounds and without the thought that he had just shot someone weighing on his conscience. 

not that it would weigh there for very long before he decided he didn’t care, but that was beside the point. 

while he might have a very good point about that, he was slightly ruining the fun by bringing it up. “really? you must be doing things wrong, then,” he just offered with a shrug of his shoulder and a soft laugh. it was actually incredibly normal not to be nice and friendly to strangers you met in alleyways in the middle of the night, but he wasn’t going to mention that right now. though it was pretty amusing to think about people greeting each other before they started to try and murder each other. 

now that would be an image and a half, youngjae just scoffing a little as he popped into his head, shaking it quickly away almost as fast as it had appeared in the first place. “oh my apologies, i didn’t realize i was talking to such a saint,” he just responded in complete deadpan, rolling his eyes a little, “and what is your saintliness doing down a dark alleyway in the middle of the night, again? not stalking after someone for illegal purposes i’m sure. i mean, why would a saint, such as yourself, ever do something like that?” 

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“This is the worst Christmas ever.”

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“for me, every christmas is the worst christmas. i have never had a good christmas in my life,” especially not when he was a kid in the orphanage, not when he was homeless and almost froze to death, not when he spent four years locked in a basement and not in the years since then. youngjae had never been given a present by anyone in his life and had never celebrated this holiday. so, it was needless to say he was a little bitter about things and never really managed to get into the ‘holiday spirit’, if there ever was such a thing. besides, he was sure this time of year was supposed to be about family -- and he didn’t have one. 

though he had not agreed to work this job for jaebum just so he could sit here and listen to him whine about things. “just stop complaining already,” he added in a low mutter, pressing the binoculars a little harder against his eyes, peering through them to get a better look through the window of the house opposite. “if you didn’t want to spend your christmas on a stake out you didn’t have to come. you’re the one who wanted to be here to ‘make sure everything went well.’ 

and it was not like he had planned to drag him out on christmas day, but that was just how the cards had fallen, meaning he had spent most of his time in the car tracking this target. not that the businessman had even left the house all day. it was pretty boring stuff, but this came with the territory if he wanted to be successful at what he did and not manage to get caught while trying to stalk his targets. 

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in the dead of night

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wonwoomi:

“what are you, like— sixteen? is this your fucking angsty, emo phase?” something he’d know a lot about, of course — and won’t admit to, of course. as much as he hates the phrase and all its irony, they were dark times. he has only his reputation to thank that mingyu is the only one who knew him in the earliest days of his time with vanguard and brings up the state of his crimped, consistently dyed jet black hair and thin eyeliner. ( admittedly, both helped cover the redness of his eyes from lack of sleep and take attention from his frail, beaten and bruised body, so they had their merits. still, nothing makes looking back at it any less painful. ) unfortunately, his reputation isn’t going to get him anywhere here, because the other has no idea truly who he’s dealing with, and whilst wonwoo wants nothing more than to tell him he’s picking a fight with the best torturer in seoul, he knows better. 

( doesn’t mean it isn’t tempting, though, especially when the other continues to give him shit. )

“greet someone?” he repeats with a loud scoff. the last thing wonwoo wants is to greet this idiot, or most people for that matter. he had to be a special brand of stupid to think he wants to waste effort ( because being nice to strangers truly is a hassle to him, if not because it’s his instinct to be mean then because being nice means small talk and after all these years in the cafe, small talk is even further down the list of things he has patience for ) on a troublemaker like him— because that’s what he is, really. he’s a troublemaker. to wonwoo, it doesn’t really feel like a strong enough word, but he doesn’t deserve his time and effort thinking of a better one. “I’ll be the judge of that.” he replies evenly, watching the other’s movements carefully. “the only one here who’ll be embarrassed is you, and I know what the real world is like. it’s full of shit like you.” 

tw: mentions of depression

“i’m 23,” he just responded with small shake of his head, not even bothered that he had just been called a 16 year old boy in an emo phase. he had never had an emo phase in his life and he doubted he ever was going to have one, either. it was not like he had much of a proper childhood to have one of those, though he did have a depressed stage once he had returned to seoul after four years chained up and locked in a basement and taught how to kill, but he was pretty sure that was just the case with most teenagers. not the being locked in a basement and beaten part, he would be worried if more teenagers did go through that, more the depression. besides, that didn’t matter very much nose because he had managed through that and was still standing and he was not depressed anymore. he didn’t have any reason to be down on life anymore, he had money and was pretty happy. 

besides, this guy was making him even happier just because he was pretty entertaining to annoy. how could one be depressed with entertainment like this?

he was still grinning a little under his hood, nodding his head as he just kept himself leaning up against the dirty brick wall. “yeah,” he just responded with a small laugh, “that is normally what strangers do when they meet for the first time.” not that he thought this was some normal meeting between two strangers, not many first introductions took place in a dark alleyway late at night. “well come on then and ‘be the judge of that’, or whatever,” youngjae was pretty damn sure he could take this guy if he wanted to. and if the other did come any closer then he really was an idiot and clearly didn’t care enough about what he had been doing beforehand. “shit like me, huh? then i suppose you’re a saint then, yeah?”

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mijaehyung:

depression?

jaehyung takes a moment to just let everything youngjae says sink in. yeah. doing nothing all day is probably making his mental health worse. it’s probably killing his self-esteem and keeping himself weak. but it’s honestly just what he wants to do right now. it’s all he did in the hospital and it made his time there more bearable. it was easier to just go to sleep and stay asleep for some time again and again.

he stays quiet in response, eyes slowly shutting for a minute. he takes in a deep breath, eyes slowly opening as he just sighs softly. youngjae is right but he hates that he doesn’t want to admit that. so he doesn’t. he just stays quiet, hands slowly curling in his lap. he takes in another deep breath, sighing softly to himself once more.

“just leave please,” he whispers softly, essentially begging youngjae to leave him be.

youngjae had no idea why he suddenly felt obligated to make jaehyung un-depressed. possibly because he was the one who had put him in that state in the first place, but he was not normally one for this kind of guilt or any emotions at all. normally he wouldn’t give a damn about the people he ended up being up and their lives he would have ruined in the process, and yet, there he was actually giving a damn. maybe he wasn’t as heartless and uncaring as he thought he was. 

“i’m not leaving, because the second i do, you’re just going to go to sleep again,” he wasn’t an idiot and it didn’t take a genius to work that out. though he did push himself to his feet, slipping his phone away and folding his arms across his chest. “what you need to do it actually get out of the house and stop sitting around here in the dark by yourself. or at least call your friends or something.” he paused for a moment, “do you even have friends?” he wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t, he was annoying enough not to have them. 

but that was beside the point right now. 

“anyways,” he flapped a hand, trying to move the conversation along, “you are going to get your depressed ass moving or i really am going to start threatening you.”

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in the dead of night

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wonwoomi:

the age old question of why am I still standing here putting up with this shit? runs through his mind, but his ego manages to remind him rather quickly that it’s because you can’t admit even partial defeat and wonwoo curses himself for being so stubborn ( and so self aware ). victory, or at the least, power, have always been incredibly important to him. to be on top of a situation is to be the safest and most in control he can possibly be, a position where he dictates what happens to him, what happens at all and how ( and why ). anywhere else is a disadvantage, an uncertainty, and frankly, to a younger wonwoo barely starting in his career, an outrage. to a mature wonwoo, three years in and desperate to stay alive, it’s more a liability — what matters to him most now is not whether or not he’s the second stealthiest hitman ( or man ) in seoul and instead whether or not he gets home each night in one piece. however, whilst priorities change, his nature won’t. he doesn’t think his competitiveness or his desire for stability will ever go away, and he’s not sure he’d even have it any other way anyway. 

but what he would like another way is this situation; like having never happened, for example. 

“well, can you blame me?” he snaps, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. now’s not the time to be his usual dramatic self in tone and body language. the accusation cuts through the air like a knife and wonwoo scowls because there’s really no need to say it like that— like he can’t indulge in good entertainment ( especially on lone nights when all he has to do is wait around for mingyu to return ). “maybe I do. maybe I have a lot of free time on my hands and don’t mind missing an episode or two to deal with your annoying ass.” maybe I don’t care, he wants to add in a petty, mocking tone, but really, he does care, even just a little, because letting the target get such a distance with him will make his goal twice as hard to accomplish as it should be. but, there’s not much he can do about that now.

was he just purposefully trying to push this guy’s buttons now to see what happened? admittedly, yes. youngjae almost couldn’t help it at this point, he was getting good reactions out of the guy and this was far too amusing for him just to drop and let this stranger go about their shady business. so he was going to try and make him stick around for a long as possible, pushing all his possible buttons just to get him all riled up, because then he was sure that he would get the best entertainment. and even if this ended in some sort of fight, youngjae wouldn’t eve care all that much. he had gotten into many fights with strangers before and come out on top and he was sure this would be no difference. especially seeing as there a whole alleyway of difference between the two of them and he had already stated that he was armed. then again, anything could happen, but he was still quietly confident that he would win. and that it wouldn’t even come to that in the first place. 

“well yeah, that’s just not very friendly. not really how i would greet someone.” he didn’t really think that would be a pleasant way to say ‘hello’, then again, he was hardly the kindest person and you could say his method was a lot worse. and involved needles most of the time. though youngjae couldn’t help but snort a little when he said he was going to ‘deal with his annoying ass’. annoying, yes, he would take that he was being right now, but what amused him was that this guy was apparently going to deal with him. “i wouldn’t even bother,” he just responded with a shake of his head, “not unless you want to embarrass yourself. maybe it’s better if you do run on home now to your dramas. they are a lot less dangerous than the real world.” 

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mijaehyung:

christ. of all people lecturing him it’s the fucking asshole who broke him up like this. and yet youngjae acts as if he’s holier-than-thou and it makes jaehyung nauseous. he hates that this hypocrite is just in his house pretending to care like this. but he hasn’t called the cops.

“i’m good at being a petulant child,” he retorts, not looking at the other in case he glares. he’s worried youngjae might snap and beat the shit out of him again. hell, maybe jaehyung will catch a break. but maybe that would be too easy. and youngjae is not known for making anything easy. that’s for sure.

“wow. you’ve cursed my depression. a miracle. you should go on tour, touch babies and cure the world of all sadness.” he isn’t even trying to blame youngjae for sleeping all the time and doing nothing. that’s just what jaehyung wanted to do, after all. but he was being cock blocked by youngjae for his daily nap.

he didn’t come dressed to kick ass, so he wouldn’t be doing any of that. besides, it was simply not very fun to kick someone when they were already down. it was not like jaehyung could put up any decent fight in his current state. not that he had put up much of a fight in the first place and had just tried running away like a complete coward. well, that had not worked out all too well for him, now had it? 

“apparently,” he just responded with a roll of his eyes, “though, if you want to avoid getting beaten up again in the future, you might want to change that.” no one liked people who acted like that, it was just more annoying than anything. he was just doing his a favour before he managed to piss of someone else who decided to come after him because of what he posted online. but you would hope that this lesson would have been drilled into his head by now so he didn’t do and do something ad stupid as that. 

 but it appeared he was still capable of sassing, which was better than nothing, really. “i do know a thing or two about depression and just sleeping all day is just going to make it worse.” that was all he had wanted to do, but it was not like he had much of a choice in the matter at the time if he didn’t want to starve to death. 

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Even the soul inside of me, I’ll burn it up without anything remaining

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in the dead of night

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wonwoomi:

wonwoo doesn’t really understand how the other thinks he’s doing him a favour pointing out the obvious. he knows he’s not doing a very good job of being subtle or sneaky— but that’s not his job. it doesn’t matter how he gets the job done, as long as he gets it done. stealthily approaching his target had never been the goal; he had only been trying to move undetected so things like this wouldn’t happen, but it seems that luck is not on his side tonight. 

“sure you are,” he replies evenly, rubbing his palms against his jeans. “I’m grateful for all your unsolicited advice, thank you so much.” tapping his fingers against his thighs, he maps his targets movements while he’s been stuck here in his head, wondering if it’ll be better by now to turn around and go back or pass the stranger. unfortunately, his voice brings him back out of his thoughts and wonwoo wonders if he’ll even make the kill tonight if he keeps hanging around here arguing but he can’t help it; his anger still needs work and his self control needs even more. 

“who said I was going to stab you?” I have nothing to gain from doing so, he wants to add, but he bites his tongue for the first time since they began talking. “it’s a good thing you’re ‘not in the mood’ to shoot me, then, isn’t it, really? since I’m no threat to you and don’t have any intentions of being any closer than I am now— in fact, I should get going, especially if you’re going to stand here with your back against the wall and threaten me like a bad drama villain.” not that I… watch dramas… shit. he narrows his eyes momentarily before looking over his shoulder at the way he had come. 

maybe he shouldn’t have said anything and just let this stranger carry on his merry way. then he could have found out for himself how bad his sneaking was when whoever he was trying to walk after managed to hear him coming and made a run for it. youngjae honestly would have loved to be there to see it just because he would have found the whole situation pretty amusing. and he could have made some smart comment about practising sneaking a little better. 

“well, either you found out now, or you managed to lose whoever you’re stalking after and found out the hard way,” he just pointed out rather casually, still not very bothered that this guy seemed to be getting annoyed with him. actually, it was pretty amusing to youngjae that he was still even standing around talking with him and didn’t just brush the comments off and get on with whatever he was supposed to be doing. but youngjae was slightly glad that he was still sticking around because that meant he could just continue to talk a out how shit at staying out of sight he was, which would just have to be his source of entertainment for the moment. 

his head tilted a little to the side, “you certainly sound as though you want to stab me right now, and i don’t put stabbing past anyone.” especially not shady looking strangers he met in back alleyways. they were actually more likely to want to do some stabbing if they managed to get in close enough, so it was sort of good that there was some distance between the two of them. but he did move his hand away from behind him, folding his arms over his chest again. though it seemed as though his enjoyment had plans of leaving, and that did cause youngjae to pout just a little. he didn’t really want the fun to be over just yet. “you watch a lot of dramas then to know what that’s like?” he did have to wonder with a small chuckle, “and you have been standing there for awhile. whoever you were following has probably gone now, anyway.” 

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mijaehyung:

jaehyung is so numb in this situation right now. he still really cannot fathom how this situation was even possible. he was sitting across from his attacker, the one who destroyed him so and yet youngjae is acting as if he’s done nothing wrong. like he’s a friend trying to comfort him. it makes jaehyung so sick and nervous that he is really trying his best to stop shaking.

“i can sleep whenever i want.” he replies, biting, tone cold and unforgiving. he can sleep for fifteen hours at a time if he wanted to. no one else needed to tell him what the fuck to do. especially when that bastard was the one who put him in the hospital to begin with, who littered his body with injuries. youngjae is the one his life is like this. why should he take advice from the person who ruined him.

“and right now i’d just appreciate it if you would just leave,” he adds, voice shaking as he adverts his eyes. he’s barely maintaining any sort of eye contact. he doesn’t want to see the pity in youngjae’s eyes, nor does he want to see anything else. he just wants to be left alone.

youngjae couldn’t help roll his eyes a little at that response. “yes, you can sleep whenever you want, but you’ll probably start feeling better if you don’t do that and stop being a depressed ass,” because he couldn’t really see how he wouldn’t be depressed in a state like this. and that wasn’t mostly his fault, sure he knew that, but he was apparently the one who wasn’t making any attempt to make it any better and that was honestly just incredibly pathetic of him. not that youngjae had thought any different of him, he was always going to be pathetic. 

 but he was still asking him to leave and youngjae just sighed and shook his head again. “i’ve already said i’m not going, and unless you’re going to call the cops on me...” he trailed off, glancing up to give him a rather cold stare, warning him exactly what would happen if he did do that. “...you’re just going to have to deal with it. like a grown up. think you can manage to be one of those instead of a petulant child?” 

he honestly doubted he could, but he might as well say it. “and i’m not going to let you sleep,” he added just to make sure they were on the same page, “i’m not going to be blamed for you sleeping all day and being all gloomy about life.”

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mixjaebum:

Jaebum shrugged, “Suit yourself.” He watched as the other grabbed the money from the car. That made everything a lot easier. He motioned to the driver, “Dump him somewhere in Incheon.” He got in the other car, watching the other driver make off with the unconscious businessman. That was fairly successful, he supposed. He’d get a cleaner or something over to clean up the room. he rolled down the window enough for the other to hear him, “Pleasure doing business with you,” he said before pulling out of there and heading back home. 

pulling the money he was owed out of the car, youngjae opened up the bag just to make sure that there was actually cash in there and he wasn’t being crossed. though he didn’t bother counting it, he would simply do that later. once he was satisfied that there was a large sum of money in the bag, he zipped it closed again. “incheon?” he repeated with a small snort, a smile creeping across his lips, “he is sure going to be surprised when he wakes up.” though he didn’t know if he would remain unconscious for the whole trip, he had only been strangled and not drugged. 

but youngjae was hardly worried, he wouldn’t be around when the guy woke up and he doubted he would ever see him again. but that seemed to be the end of things, just nodding his head as jaebum rolled down the window. “you know how to get in contact if you need me again,” he just told him rather plainly before he turned and walked in the opposite direction, bag of money in tow. 

all in all, this had been a good day. 

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in the dead of night

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wonwoomi:

troublesome. this whole encounter— this irritating bastard is troublesome. it’s true that he had been trying to sneak through the alley undetected, but it hadn’t been to bring any danger to this man ( though it’s rather tempting at this point ), so why is he giving him so much fucking attitude? wonwoo just wanted to get through the alley and carry on, seem completely innocent as he wanders the streets, stalks his prey and makes his hit so he can go home peacefully back to his boyfriend and warm bed. he had been tiptoeing purposefully to avoid shit like this. 

still, now it’s here, it’s hard to resist; it’s hard to fight back his growing anger, because even though he promised and he prides himself on always keeping his promises, he hasn’t worked on his temper just yet. 

“I’m not worried, either.” he snaps, running a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess under his tightened fingers. “maybe you should mind your own fucking business and focus on not pissing people off in dark alleys.” he doesn’t have any intention of hurting him ( yet ), but like he says, not everyone is as lazy as he is, or as self-restrained ( at least nowadays ). they don’t all have bigger fish to fry, or feel as reluctant to spare an extra few minutes to make the world a brighter place. “but if you want to get stabbed, by all means, continue. I hope the next person you intercept isn’t as fucking patient.” 

youngjae just laughed a little under his breath, folding his arms across his chest as he stared across the space between the two of them. it was quite clear that this guy was not in a good mood right now, which was probably understandable, but youngjae was hardly bothered about that. it was actually just pretty amusing to him, if he was being honest. so touchy about things just because he had been noticed and called out for being bad at sneaking through unnoticed. at least now the guy knew how much of a fail he was being. 

“i’m doing you a favour, if anything,” he did have to point out rather plainly, “if i can hear and see you, then i am sure that whoever you’re stalking after would probably be able to notice you as well.” because it was almost obvious at this point that this was someone who was not exactly going to be following the law that evening. not that youngjae minded about that. 

he just scoffed a little, moving one of his hands behind him, resting over the grip of the handgun sticking out the back of his pants. “you wouldn’t even be able to get close enough to stab me before i just shoot you. and no, that’s not a challenge as i’m really not in the mood to shoot you.” but he would if he tried to get any closer to try and stab him like he was threatening. it wasn’t going to happen, he was the other end of the alleyway at the moment and unless he was the fastest person in the universe, there was no way he was closing the distance to do any stabbing before youngjae could fire a shot. not fatally, of course, but there were plenty of places you could shoot someone and they could survive it. 

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mixjaebum:

Jaebum hummed, “Fair enough. I’ll get someone else on that.” Now that he knew the location of the information, it would be easy to have a thief from Salvatore get the hard copies for him. After all, Salvatore wanted the information, so it wouldn’t be too big of a deal to send someone else to get it.

He scoffed with a sharp tug on the man’s leg, not really caring when the guy’s head thudded against the floor. “Alright. I got this. Feel free to tell the driver where to go. He’ll drop you off wherever with your money.” He drags the man out the door towards his car, plopping the guy in the backseat. He’s not going to do the clean-up. Definitely not. There’s too much risk in that. He’ll call a guy. 

“shouldn’t be too hard for you, just get one of your gang members to do it,” he offered as he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through it. as though jaebum hadn’t already thought of doing that. they wouldn’t need paying, either, so no more money would have to be spent on getting the information he wanted. though youngjae did have to wonder why he didn’t just get one of his gang members to do the interrogation as well. not that he was complaining because it meant he got paid. 

“i think i’ll just take the money and walk,” he wasn’t about to trust some driver he had never met before, he much preferred using men he knew he could trust. not that he didn’t trust jaebum (of course he didn’t completely trust him because that was just stupid), but he wasn’t about to climb in some strange car by himself. shoving the rest of his things in his pocket, youngjae followed jaebum out, smirking a little as he dumped the unconscious executive in the backseat. “might want to hurry up, my punches don’t have a guaranteed knock out time.”

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in the dead of night

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wonwoomi:

anytime before last summer and wonwoo would be taking this opportunity, caught or not, to make a free kill; to strike when the sun has set, to feed his growing cravings for suffering and reckless displays of power. now, however, his shoulders move back and his body straightens in a tense, defensive position, ready to stand his ground to stay alive, should he have to. most people would call the development he’d gone through over the past year him going ‘soft’, and back in those days, he probably would’ve tortured them to prove them wrong, but now, he shrugs, because there are far more important things than his ego. not many, of course, but they do exist. 

however, it is a slight bruising to said pride to realise that even after three and a half years at vanguard and almost a year of dating possibly the stealthiest hitman in seoul, he still can’t nail subtlety. he still can’t get his heavy feet to tap gently against the ground when he walks. he frowns at the silhouette of the speaker, pursing his lips momentarily. who said he was trying at all? (he had been, but only because he isn’t in the mood for physical conflict with strangers right now; he has a hit to make and a warm bed to get home to.) 

“well, thanks for the feedback, but I wasn’t trying.” he lies smoothly, clicking his tongue. “you might want to not hang around in dark alleys, though, because most of seoul’s alleycats aren’t as lacking in effort as I am.” 

he didn’t even bother to look over at the other guy, just humming under his breath as he leaned his head back against the brick wall, eyes turned skywards. he could say he wasn’t trying to be sneaky all he wanted, but youngjae was not inclined to believe him about that. no one just walked around dark alleyways in the dead of night without trying to be silent and stealthy about things. mostly because that way if you walked in on something you probably shouldn’t be seeing then at least you cold get a chance to turn and back off before someone noticed you had saw anything. 

“i’m not worried,” he just told him, turning his head to finally look over at the stranger, brows raised a little, “but couldn’t i say the same about you? maybe you shouldn’t be hanging around in dark alleyways either. especially if you can’t even move without letting someone know where you are.” it was certainly more dangerous for this guy than it was for him. at least youngjae was capable of stealth when he needed to, otherwise it would be damn sight harder to kidnap anyone if they just heard him coming up behind them. 

youngjae just took a moment to stare over at him before a small laughter spilled from between his lips, shaking his head as he looked away. “but not that it’s any of my business, mind,” he added, just to put that out there. 

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mixjaebum:

Jaebum grimaced at the thought that after all the questioning and grief, the executive might die. But when he walks back into the room, he finds the guy knocked out instead of bleeding out. He eyes the guy’s newly made wounds for a moment. “Thanks,” he said, “If you’re not up for getting the hard copies, I can have someone on my end take care of it.” He taps a couple times on his phone before looking back up, “Your payment in cash has arrived, parked right next to the car downstairs. He grabs one ankle on the businessman, hauling him off the chair, “Want to give me a hand so I can dump him at a nearby park?” 

like he was actually going to murder the guy. he’d already said multiple times to multiple people that he was not a murderer, and yet, no one really seemed to trust him on that. he was pretty sure he had told jaebum that he hadn’t killed since he was fourteen, though maybe that was just his imagination. he was pretty drunk at the time so his mind could just be making that up and he hadn’t told him. but either way, the lack of trust was rather upsetting. 

“i’m not really a collection guy,” he offered with a shrug of his shoulder, “and if you want me to get them it will cost more.” he was only getting paid for the interrogation, not actually going to get what he wanted. though he didn’t make a move to help for the moment, just folding his arms across his chest. “i brought him in here by myself, you not strong enough?”

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mingyuxmi:

It had been far too long since Kim Mingyu felt that he experienced a day that seemed remotely close to normal. His usually hectic and crime-filled life could feel a little overwhelming at times, regardless of how used to it he felt that he was. Breaks were still necessary, as he’s already witnessed what could happen to him when he works himself nonstop, constantly getting in too deep and not taking any time to allow himself to breathe.

This day seemed to be going well so far. It had been calm and somewhat peaceful. For the first time in a while, he was able to properly focus on the people in his life, as well as the events, that weren’t gang-related at all. Not that the gang side of things ever bothered him, he actually considered most of his members to be family… still, it was nice not getting shot at or shooting at others. For as long as this was going to last, he was going to enjoy it. There was no point in taking it for granted, he didn’t think.

Maybe that was smart of him, too, because he ended up finding himself in a hectic situation once more. The most amusing part? It didn’t even have anything to do with him. He did feel a hint of excitement at the danger of it all, but only because he knew how well he was with making it out of tough situations alive. He wasn’t cocky, he just learned over the years that he can trust himself, and rightfully so.

At first, he was taken off guard by the stranger nearly slamming into him, but he was quick and managed to process everything rather fast. “Yeah, you’re lucky that you bumped into me.” He swiftly turned on his heel and started making his way to his car, not checking to see if the other was properly keeping up or not. Once there, he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, unlocking the passenger door for the guy to enter. This… could be fun.

he was honestly already getting ready to start running again. or start threatening the guy, his right hand was still behind him, though he didn’t know how long he would actually have to threaten this guy. maybe it was just better that he skipped that step completely and kept running. or he could break into a car and use that to get away, but he didn’t know anything about driving besides one thing was go and the other was to stop. 

yeah, maybe it was not the best idea if he got behind the wheel of a car anytime soon. 

but, to his surprise, this man didn’t even argue with him, instead just leading him to his car like this was completely normal. “alright... this is weird. i didn’t even threaten you,” not that he was complaining, he would rather have a getaway instead of standing around and getting arrested. which would no doubt lead to him being sent to jail and that was really not on his list of things he needed to be doing with his life. not that he ever left any evidence for anything he might have done in the past, but if blood jaehyung got word that he had been arrested, then no doubt he would start singing like a canary. 

“thanks for this, i suppose,” he just stated as he moved around the passengers seat and pulled open the door, climbing in. instantly he slouched a little in his seat, pulling the hood of his jumper up a little more. maybe the cops would just drive on past and they wouldn’t even need to go anywhere, but he would rather not risk that. “just drive, i really don’t care where,” just anywhere which was not here. “not the police station though,” he did have to add as a quick afterthought, “or i will have to shoot you.” 

not lethally, he still wasn’t a killer, but he wasn’t going to mention that part. but he would shoot him, probably in the leg or something if he even got close to the station. or tried to wave down any cops, but he didn’t think that was going to happen, he had offered to help without any threatening and not just anyone did something like that. “why are you helping me again?”