"Taehyung, what are you doing? You're going to get shot!"
"So you do care about me."
The very second he turns to say that, the gun goes off and he makes a run for it. Haneul starts wailing, Taehyung is on his knees clutching his side and I'm in shoc...
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chapter twenty-two: anxiety
TW: violence
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yoongi
IT HAS TAKEN a grand total of a month, but it's done. My expressionist's piece based on Aera is done and today is the day I need to take it in.
I'm excited. Wait, no, I'm nervous. Agitated. Anxious. I'm a mixture of messy emotions but I need to calm down because I've been looking forward to this day for so long.
I always say this whenever I complete a piece but I think I truly mean it this time. This is my best. I put my all into this, especially because the emotional meaning behind it is true. It's a bit depressing, but mainly surrounds my love for her.
I've concluded that I do love her. In love? Maybe. Most likely. But for sure, I love her. I plan for so much in my head. After I get this delivered and I receive my money, it'll be enough for us to run away together. It doesn't have to be something too big, but just far enough to be in a place where we can be ourselves.
It's clear she has struggles. She hasn't told me about them, but I know she will at some point. Then I can help her. I know I can. She just needs to trust me.
"We're at your destination." The chauffer says.
I tip him and bow in thanks. I watch the car leave and turn to see what I'm about to face.
It's a massive building. It's big enough to be a courthouse. The gates surrounding are pretty high up too, so these must be respectable people who demand privacy and an escape from the outside world.
I just hope the like what I've produced.
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I'm stationed where they asked me to be. I feel excited. Wait, no, I'm nervous. Agitated. Anxious. I'm a mixture of messy emotions but I need to calm down because I've been looking forward to this day for so long.
I'm sick and tired of being the quiet one. The one forced to be in the shadows of everyone else. It's my turn to be a bad guy.
I hear Mr Hwang open the door and greet Yoongi. He's pleased to see him. Of course, he is.
They walk together as Yoongi describes the piece to him. Mr Hwang couldn't care less about his art. He cares about the piece itself and what can be done with it, not the meaning. I almost feel bad for Yoongi.
He looks so innocent. He just doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. I watch as he swallows nervously, now entering the room I'm in. I fix the silencer.
"I assume you're expecting your payment?" Hwang asks, taking a seat in his chair.
Yoongi remains standing and pulls out each canvas. I'll have to admit, they are pretty. I nearly shed a tear.
"Just hand me my packet of cigarettes there." He says, pointing to the object on the glass table.
Yoongi reluctantly hands it to him and Hwang offers him one.
"No thanks. I don't smoke anymore." He smiles.
Hwang is irritated, I can tell, but doesn't show it. The kid's just sealed his fate. I aim the firearm.
"Tell me, do you know this woman you've painted? She's very beautiful?"
"Yeah, she is." Yoongi smiles fondly. "She helped me in a period of my life and I haven't forgotten about her since then."
"Do you now? But what about her lifestyle? Don't you know about her family, her background?"
"Her background? I don't know much but I'm sure with time we'll get there."
Hwang laughs. "As if."
"What do you mean?"
"Child, you know nothing. Leave her alone, she doesn't want you."
I see Yoongi's fist clench and roll my eyes. If possible, I'd tell him to calm down. But he's not allowed to see me. Not just yet.
I need to hear the word.
Hwang leans forwards. "Her parents own something really bad. Something illegal. They've been involved in a lot of deep stuff."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Well, it's simple. I'll double the money I was going to pay you for your work if you can do something for me." He shrugs.
Yoongi's face falls. "You want to use me against her?"
"Yes."
"There's no way I'm doing that."
"Even if your life were on the line?" Come on, kid, the guy's actually giving you a chance.
"I'm not doing that. I care about her too much."
"That's just too bad."
There it is, the word. Quickly as possible, I stand and fire two shots at his head immediately.
"Such a shame. He was a good kid." Hwang smiles, squatting low to where Yoongi lies. "Get the bullets out, clean him up, stab him in the neck and call an ambulance when you get the body far enough."
