deal | jjk

09

The drive is a soothing one. You feel at ease knowing that you've done all that needs to be done with a week to spare. Whatever time's left, you can spend with Taehyung and Dahyun.

You've taken the day off, well, you complained of a stomach ache to your boss, and like the kind man he is, he let you go home. All of this is surprising to you, you've never been much of a liar, always aware that lies only come back to bite you eventually. But maybe this is different; you don't have much to lose.

There aren't a lot of cars going in your direction, and the ones you do see, get fewer over time. The lights in your rearview mirror are somewhat comforting, at least you're not entirely alone.

It's just after dusk when you arrive at the familiar crossroad and start digging. Each time has been faster than the previous, and all that really takes time and effort now, is finding the bone that you didn't bother to look for last time.

Fortunately, the shovel unearths it on the third scoop of dirt, and you place it to the side for later. The air is cooler than it's been in quite some time; you don't even break a sweat.

When you've buried the items for a third time, you see the thick smoke start to solidify.

"Y/n, you know you don't have to summon me. I thought I told you that I'm always listening now, you can just call for me."

His eyes, dark brown, start out being happy, relaxed, although a little confused. The confusion grows, eradicating the competing feelings as he finally looks around to see the other cars.

"Jeongguk," you start, bringing his attention back to you. The smile is gone. You haven't shown him any emotion, just a blank face and a cold voice that he needs to obey. "Don't fight this. Come here, put your hands behind your back, and be quiet."

You don't watch his face as he follows your commands; you don't need to. Instead, you keep your eyes on his chest that's adorned by another black dress shirt. From your peripherals, you can see that he's watching your face. You can only imagine what he's feeling.

A man comes up behind him to restrain his hands with something. Another one puts a black bag over his head and starts to drag him off towards a car. And a third comes up to you.

"Thanks. The money's in your account."