KookV Oneshots {Eng} [Hiatus]

Thief.

{Warning: Violence, description of injuries, death}

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The shrilling alarm system of the old building was still audible, although he was miles away by now.

The painting he carried under his arm was heavy and almost pulled him downwards, as if it would yearn for the ground to apply scratches on its painted edge.

The rain pattered on the leafs of the trees as he ran through the park, which the raven-haired used as an escape route.

He used his jacket to protect the painting, causing his hair to get soggy and stick on his forehead. The drops flowed down his face and fell on the ground imperceptibly, becoming one with the puddles as they did so.

He ran and ran, not even bothering to look behind. His footsteps echoed through the streets, but the sound of the passing cars swallowed them, not allowing another sound to come through.

He searched his car impatiently, his almost pitch black eyes piercing through the night, glancing at every car he saw there. He sighed in relief as he saw his black van in the small alleyway, standing there completely unnoticed as it was completely dark outside.
As soon as he sat in it, he pulled the mask off his face and took off his soggy sweater, revealing a red shirt he wore underneath.

He hid the painting behind the passenger seat, before starting the motor and disappearing in the dark night of Seoul.

The paint-covered canvas came to use again at the next day, as he stood in front of the giant mansion his client lived in.

His finger already pushed the bell for the fifth time by now and he furrowed his eyebrows, before he started to knock loudly.

A few minutes later the door was hesitantly opened by a young, red-haired male.

Without asking for permission to enter, the raven-haired stormed into the entrance hall with an annoyed expression.

The red-haired followed him and friendly asked him to wait, but the already pissed-off male turned around and snapped at him.

"I stood about half an hour out there, with a painting that's worth millions of dollars in my hand! What if someone saw me?!"

The red-head flinched because of the sudden shout, squeezed his brown doe-eyes shut and brought his arms over his head, as if he wanted to protect himself from the whole world.

The gaze of the thief softened as he realized why the smaller could react this way.
He wanted to say something and apologize, but as soon as he opened his mouth to start talking, the door opened again, revealing a chubby man.