秽血 ( tainted - blood )

f o r t y - f i v e

but you were beautiful

Taeyong was met with a good swarm of twenty to thirty Parks the moment he stepped into the Lee Headquarters.

Standing in a strange formation, they stepped into his path, blocking him from the lift and the stairs, their weapons gleaming like quicksilver.

The person who seemed to be the in charge- and Taeyong quite frankly did not recognise- looked at him and smiled, as if she could already picture him with a dagger through his heart, arms and legs spread like a butterfly pinned to a board. "Long time no see, Lee Taeyong."

The beautiful Lee boy cocked his head, "Pardon, who are you?"

The woman's lip curled. "Karma."

Without another second's pause, she charged forward and the crowd closed in on him.

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Yongqin rushed into the office he'd left Mark in when he finally finished off the bunch that had flocked to him. He'd seen Jimin step into the room from his peripherals, and shortly after, someone else had also entered the room. Someone who's figure looked a little too familiar. Panicked, however, the feline boy raced to the rescue, hoping he wasn't too late.

But the sight that greeted him was far from what he'd really expected.

Yongqin stopped short, looking from the passed out Mark to the screaming and begging Jimin, then finally to the man he would do anything for.

In black from head to toe, Lee Taemin looked nothing short of the lethal beauty he was known to be. His blonde hair glittered like the iconic whip in his hand, stark against his clothes.

Taemin's hand came down, and the whip followed his strike like an extended part of his arm. Another scream left the Park boy's lips.

"Oh, you're here."

Yongqin froze momentarily, eyes going wide like a deer caught in headlights. He swallowed the lump that grew in his throat and frenzied to gather his wits. "Yes sir." The words came more like a breath than an actually reply, but the other boy didn't pick on it.

"Have a look at him," Taemin gestured to his crumpled form of a brother. "The stab wound doesn't look too serious, but he's bleeding a lot," he stated his single-glance observation. "It's fortunate that Jimin here pales comparatively to his brother when it comes to marksmanship."

Jimin would definitely have made a snark or pissy remark at that moment, but he was too busy coping with his physical pain for that.

Yongqin scrambled to Mark, only noticing the puddle of dark blood the young boy was creating when Taemin pointed it out. "He needs a doctor, fast," Ten said hurriedly, concern seeping into his tone as he picked the young boy up bridal style. "I'll bring him over to St. Hildas'." He rushed towards the door, only halting when Taemin unhooked a ring of keys from his belt and tossed it in Yongqin's direction.