The sky was black, the atmosphere gloomy and eerie.
It was a Saturday night, and a cold wind swirled through the empty streets, blending with the unsettling silence that stretched throughout the area.
The trees lining the roadwalks swayed, their branches and leaves dancing in the air, creating a haunting symphony of rustling foliage. It was the kind of night where anything could happen-ominous yet familiar, as if danger was lurking just out of sight.
Inside his room, a blonde man sat on his bed, leaning against the windowsill. His elbow rested on the cool surface, eyes fixed on the world outside.
𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗚𝗼𝗼 𝗞𝗶𝗺 had messy, unstyled hair that fell loosely over his forehead, framing his sharp, mischievous eyes.
With prescription glasses perched on his nose, he wore a red track jacket with white stripes, a stark contrast to the dark night. Goo loved nights like these-quiet yet charged with potential.
He watched the branches sway outside, a small grin playing at the corners of his mouth. The night felt oddly peaceful, almost inviting. His hand rested on his thigh, fingers idly tapping against his phone as he pondered his boredom.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, snapping him from his thoughts. He glanced down, the screen flashing unknown number. A spark of curiosity ignited within him.
"Oh! This better be 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨," he muttered, swiping to answer the call.
"Hello?" he said, leaning back against the window, the cold glass pressing against his back.
There was a brief silence on the other end, then a voice spoke-calm, composed, almost indifferent.
"You 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 haven't changed."
𝙂𝙤𝙤'𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮.
"𝗚𝘂𝗻! I 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 it was you. Only you would call me at this hour to sound so cryptic."
"Are you still causing trouble?" Gun's tone was flat, but there was an underlying tension that Goo relished.
"Come on, you're 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 with me. If you didn't care, you wouldn't bother calling," Goo teased, adjusting his position to get more comfortable. "What's up? Miss me? Checking in to see if I've started any fights yet?"
"You think too highly of yourself," Gun replied, his voice steady and cool.
"Maybe," Goo shot back, unfazed. "But you wouldn't be calling if you didn't enjoy the chaos I stir up. Admit it, you love the game we play."
Gun's silence lingered, thickening the air with tension. Goo could practically feel Gun's unyielding gaze on the other end of the line.
"Still serious, huh?" Goo pressed, his grin not faltering.
"You're probably sitting there with that stern face, all calm and deadly. So, what's your plan? Want me to stop being a menace? Or are you calling to remind me you'll knock my teeth out if I cross the line again?"
"If I wanted to, I could end this conversation-and you-right now." Gun's voice held a chilling calmness, as if he were discussing the weather rather than threatening Goo.
Goo felt a thrill run down his spine, not from fear but from excitement.
"But you won't," he replied, voice playful yet daring. "Because you like the chaos. You like that I'm unpredictable. It keeps things interesting, doesn't it?"
Gun didn't respond right away, but Goo could sense the slight tension in his silence, the way it danced with the night's foreboding energy.
"Are you bored, bastard?" Goo finally asked, his tone teasing. "Should I be worried? Or are you just looking for a little excitement?"
"You really don't understand," Gun said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "You're not as untouchable as you think."
"Holy, that's harsh! I thought we were closer than that." Goo laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "You know where to find me. Why don't you come over? We'll see just how serious you are about putting me in my place."
Gun's final words came through, cool and composed. "Don't test me, Goo."
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.
Goo stared at his phone, chuckling softly to himself. The thrill of it all-the danger, the game-was intoxicating. He tossed the phone onto the bed, glancing back out the window. The night was still quiet, but it now felt charged, electric, as if something dark and thrilling was just waiting to unfold.
"Man, that guy's a real freak,"
Goo muttered, a smirk still tugging at his lips. He loved the way Gun played it cool, all while hiding the storm underneath. It was like a dance between predator and prey, and Goo thrived in the chaos.
He looked back outside, watching as the wind picked up again, rustling the leaves and creating a symphony of whispers.
The night was alive, and so was he. With a newfound energy coursing through him, Goo leaned back against the window, waiting for whatever came next.
𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.
