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"do it with no trace of gunk, will you?" he reprimanded. it took much effort for chanyeol to restrain the nuisance. his eyes looked elsewhere but the man that seated with all equanimity. he felt the gun that's been prodded unto his back slightly digging in a lot more deeper. he was left with no options, obviously. he could just either choose yes, or no.

either of the choices will kill him, anyway. if not because of the gun that's dared to be triggered unto him once he utters out a no, it'll be the guilt he'd carry until his name is carved on his stone. otherwise, he didn't care.

he was dead, long long ago. the manifestations that whirled in his whole life made him feel nothing but... nothing. no guilt, no pain, just used. he was used to everything. perhaps this is what he was made for.

"park chanyeol," he was hauled back to reality upon hearing his name, "arraseo?"

he didn't think twice. "arraseo."

"spill some blood, cut throats. shoot the head, pull the guts. it's your whole goddamn business. but clean your mess afterwards, will you?"

off he goes. he stands up, leaving no other words nor he minded turning another short glance towards the asshole still seated promptly on his swivel chair. but he couldn't stop it. he turns around and met it's thunder grey eyes. even with the lights flickering, he could see his lips lifting up into a devious grin. his hands clenched into a fist as he walks out of the warehouse, footsteps growing louder as he walks down the wet pavements.

he was the one who needed this and that's just why he was letting them to take advantage of what he can do. of who he is. he was ruined years ago. there's nothing else that could ruin him more.

car keys dangled around his index finger as he whistles, running his fingers through his disheveled hair as he makes his way towards his car. getting in and slamming the door shut, he pulls out the driveway. away from the warehouse, away from further reprimands and conditions.

and off to his work.

- tate

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