What if...? || Markhyuck

-68-

[june 2021]

[donghyuck]

For some time I had a feeling it was too quiet, too beautiful, too safe.

That was normal.

Today I spent time alone in the basement. No music and no coworkers, in front of an open laptop. I sat in silence and wondered what Marco Perez was up to because he had been suspiciously calm for a while.

The calm Marco is Marco who has a plan and is confident he will succeed.

The calm Marco is Marco setting his machine in motion and watching the events going on.

When Hunter entered the basement, I knew something had started. I just didn't know what. Boy's body language, however, betrayed stress and uncertainty. He stood at his desk, keeping distance between us, and made every effort to keep eye contact, though I felt he'd love to text me instead.

"I was in the interrogation room," he said and I nodded, watching him closely. I discreetly picked up the paper knife from the shelf under the desk and slipped it into my sweatshirt pocket. "I have to go somewhere now, that's why I came to tell you to replace me," added, smiling a little. The fool was clearly pleased with himself.

"Where are you going?" I asked. I put a full cartridge clip in back pocket.

"Mr. Perez has an important meeting," he replied, taking a slight step back.

"Mhm," I muttered, getting up from chair. "And what is this interrogation?" I wondered aloud as slipped the gun behind the waistband of pants.

"I don't know," Hunter shrugged.

"But you were there just right now" I reminded him, boy swallowed. "How can you be so oblivious about that then?" I asked with a smile, raising eyebrows up.

"Seriously, Haechan, Mark is talking to someone, I don't know," he stammered out as I got closer.

"Mark?"

Dogs are like lost souls. After the death of the body, they wander the globe looking for their place. A new shack where they can hide from the world and feel safe for a moment. The problem with mafia dogs, however, is that there is no kennel for them that would provide complete shelter.

The world is dangerous in itself. A dog needs a strong master to survive in it. However, not everyone succeeds in it. After a long period of wandering, the stray dog ​​goes wild and loses the need to seek shelter and care for its master. It becomes indifferent - doesn't even feel when you kick it, or becomes aggressive - it attacks everything in way without reason.

Even if dog knows that there is no escape from the trap it has fallen into.

"And now you'll politely let me go," said Simon, pointing at Lee with his own gun.

"If you like, just go out," Minhyung replied calmly, completely unmoved by the fact that he had lost defense tool due to his own stupidity. I've told this fool so many times not to put the gun on the table that separates him from the person being questioned. Chained hands sometimes mean nothing. Cuffs are a form of security, not full protection against disentanglement. Simon sneered ironically under breath.

"Whoever you have behind that fucking mirror, let them know they have ten minutes to let me go, otherwise I'll shoot Marco Perez his toy friend," man announced, walking up to Minhyung. He ordered him with the weapon to get up from the chair. They walked to the wall opposite the door. Simon stood behind Mark, aiming at his head while hiding whole body behind hostage.