Tarantino killing love
Triggered by Chase Atlantic blasted through Sunoo's earphones, not heeding the escapade going on around him. His head is hazed by the fume of his vape.
Guns, cards, cigarettes, and money. Their basement precisely breathes in like that.
"What the fuck?!" A loud cursing was given attention to, passing through Sunoo's deafeningly loud music.
"Hah! you lost! Give me your bet." Sunghoon crackles after tossing his cards on the table, crossing his arms at Jay who's currently fuming mad. “You know, failing doesn’t mean you’re a loser. But that doesn’t imply to you, loser!”
"Fucking man bitch." Jay muttered to himself, throwing his new Uzi at Sunghoon's lap.
Sunoo rolled his eyes, there's nothing new. Sunoo finds this boring. Subsequently, a year after entering this crew, assassinating people came to be boring to him. He tried hacking networks, and systems, seizing crucial pieces of information for amusement. Drilling himself if he'll get into trouble or the police will shift toward and get him, he loitered and waited but he's just too good to get caught in his own game.
He craves something new, scarier, and distrusting that will compel his blood to turn white. Something exciting. More sensational than discovering codes and data. He yearns for that bullet of fear to stream on him, the bizarre fad traveling through his head down to his gut.
By just the mere idea Sunoo's body slightly twitched in excitement while he unleashed another smoke mist to add up another cloud in his head, nipping his plump lips.
"Sunoo, stop that for a second. Boss is about to come, we don't want this room to get cloudy, do we?" Heeseung spoke, tossing a lollipop at Sunoo for an alternative, he knows the younger one a little too well, from the bone to his last nerve.
"Thanks, hyung." He glowed lazily at Heeseung before plopping the lollipop in his mouth. The flavor wilted on his tongue sweetly.
"Don't do something stupid, Sunoo. You know why he's coming." Heeseung cautioned him. "You know him."
"As if." He scoffed, intentionally avoiding Heeseung’s warning gaze. Seconds flew and Sunoo became weary and more bored than he already is. The tingling sentiment of lethargy on his body is no longer resistible.
He rolled his eyes as he stood up, scarcely slamming on the table. "We've been here for an hour, I'll just fucking leave–"
"Sit, Kim."
Sunoo flinched. He didn't look back, a smirk gave rise to his lips. Unexpectedly, the dagger stare he couldn't look back at heaved him down back on his seat.
Everyone stood up merely to sit back again after greeting Yang, except for Kim Sunoo.
"You still haven't learned how to respect higher-ups, Kim?" Jungwon slithered up to the front of the long table, eventually letting Sunoo discern his figure.
Sunoo whipped his lips, after months and moons of not seeing Yang, Sunoo's nature heated up with excitement.
"You just told me to sit." Sunoo sneered, rolling his openings in annoyance, the lollipop is now long scattered on the ground. “I don’t know why you act all big and scary when the truth is you’re just a speck of dumb dust–”
"Fix your seat, Kim." Words of authority spilled down Jungwon's lips without even glancing at Sunoo.
The members in the space weren't inclined to speak, rather, they eyed their boss and Sunoo with an unmistakable cold sweat on their foreheads.
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FanficThis book isn't for minors. The book contains sex And a lot of cursing. The book contains "boy to boy." If you're homophobic, get out of the book. DO NOT REPORT the book unless you want to be in jail for the rest of your life. Language: English, Fil...
