ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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"Hands in the air!"

Wonwoo jolts from his seat, eyes wide as he watches a masked man enter the vet clinic with a gun.

He looks around, relieved that no one else is with him at the moment. His assistant had left earlier due to an emergency he had to take care of.

Wonwoo slowly puts down the file he was holding, his hands rising high above his head as the masked man instructed him to do.

"Don't move. If you move even one finger, I'm pulling the trigger."

The masked man scans the clinic, his steps steady and quick as he does his best to keep his eyes on the lookout for any potential walk-ins.

Though the possibility of that happening at this time was very slim, it was right around 12:30 in the morning. Wonwoo owned a 24/7 vet clinic in the heart of Busan. Being the only clinic in this rural area, he felt a deep obligation to work twice as hard, knowing that if he closed—even for the night—no one else in the area would be available to help if an emergency arose.

Wonwoo remains calm amidst the potential danger, his hands still raised as he watches the masked man move closer towards him, heading behind the counter to get to the register.

"No funny business, or you might seriously die right here."

Wonwoo merely nods, not really caring at this point.

The masked man points the gun at Wonwoo, a bit puzzled by how calm and collected he's being. His face doesn't even flinch when the end of the muzzle is pressed right against his forehead.

What a weird guy, he thought to himself. With his other hand, he opens the register and is surprised to find it empty.

"Where's the money?" he demands.

Wonwoo simply looks at the masked man, his eyes tired. His hands slowly fall back to his sides.

"Hey, I never said to put them down."

"Forget it. Go ahead, just kill me."

Stunned, the masked man slightly pulls his gun back, his eyes studying Wonwoo as he tries to figure out what he might be planning.

"If you're here for money, I'm sorry to say you're too late. I just donated all the money to the nearby orphanage this afternoon. You can even check the receipt right there." Wonwoo says, pointing to a paper near the empty register.

The masked man stands frozen, gun still in hand, pointing it at Wonwoo, who continues speaking casually, undeterred.

Not an ounce of fear in his voice or face.

"I'm sure you left some money for yourself, right? I'll just take that then." the masked man persists, not wanting to waste the effort he's put into all this and leaving without a single penny.

"Sure, but all the money I have right now is just 10 bucks." Wonwoo responds casually, slipping his hands into the pockets of his white coat.

"Who the heck are you trying to fool right now, doctor?" the masked man snaps, his gun once again pressing against Wonwoo's forehead, pushing harder to emphasize just how serious he is.

"I'm telling the truth though. You can flip the entire place and search everywhere. All you're going to find will be 10 bucks from my wallet over there."

Did I just walk into a quack's clinic?

The masked man was starting to lose patience. His hand was growing a bit numb from keeping the gun aimed straight at Wonwoo, who seemed completely unaffected by it. His calm demeanor only fueled the frustration building inside the masked man.