(T)
"How was your life before?"
"Normal!"
"Isn't it better that way? you can keep the sane person in you alive?"
"No, because then I'd always be living a life that does not belong to me."
(I)
"I didn't save you I just happened to be there."
(V)
"Ba...
Adam Kang was shot in front of particularly 30 media outlets. The projector continued to display the video of his lifeless body, blood oozing out of his chest, and dripping down on the floor.
Sounds of low gasp swamped the conference hall.
Jungkook signaled the guards, and then disconnected the projector screen, he went towards Beckhum, "you need to leave sir, immediately."
Beckhum was red, his eyes flaring and mouth stiff, as if he had been electrified. His gaze wavered towards the news reporter mimicking like some dumb puppets, asking him questions one after another. This was not how it was supposed to go.
"Sir, what is your say in this? is this fake too?" "Sir, you should answer." "Who is the man in the video." "The voice sounded like you, Mr. Beckhum." "Who shot Adam Kang?"
Reporters broke free from the red ribbons and leapt out to take photos of Beckhum, brimming him with accusation.
One of his guards pushed a camera-man, and quickly guided Beckhum out of the hall, into his car.
The windows soared up.
Beckhum folded his fist, his breathe getting un-even, eyes narrowing to slits, mouth flaring with ferocity of all things that could possibly go wrong.
The car drove faster, dodging the crowd, but Beckhum's phone started to bleep with notifications, one after another.
He threw it out of the cars' window.
His secretary who was sitting in front, straighten his back as a precautionary reflex.
"Sir w-we will handle this.."
"IT SHOULD'VE BEEN HANDLED BEFORE." Beckhum yelled.
"WHAT DO I PAY YOU ALL FOR, WHO DID THIS, WHO DID THIS?? WHO WAS IT..." he continued to shout vehemently.
"Where is my gun?" he demanded.
The secretary raised his eyes in horror. "I am- sorry- sir." he muttered incoherently.
Meanwhile, Beckhum latched onto his neck from behind, choking him out of his breathe. "You're the most useless person I've ever come across.." he seethed.
The secretary coiled his palm around Beckhum's hold, gasping vividly. "..Namjoon.." he spilled.
"...He and Jungkook were in the room when Mr. Adam was terminated. Namjoon - his body was never found. I-I think he is the whistle-blower."
Beckhum groaned loudly, his grasp becoming tighter onto his neck, until the latter felt close to his last breathe.
"Then you should've ended him sooner."
With a swift twist, he broke the secretary's neck, sound of bone cracking up was apparent, until the latter fell back onto his chair.
The driver continued to drive, his throat running dry.
"Stop!" Beckhum said.
The car paused, "Get rid of him." he got out of the car, placing a cigar in between his chapped mouth.
Another phone was handed over to him by the driver. Beckhum blew a thick white gush of smoke in the air, waiting for the call to get picked up.
"Boy.." he spoke, inhaling the cigar once again. "...It's time for you to be useful again."
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