WONTAEK DRABBLES.

(26) Officer.

The typical day for Wonshik would be sell illegal drugs, gather his cash, pay of debts and if he's lucky, not get into a run with the police. He didn't need the extra drama.

Today wasn't his typical.

Wonshik cackled evilly as he held onto the pole that was attached to a billboard, watching the rival gang frantically search for him. He swung back and forth to entertain himself as he observed Got7's frantic search.

"Where is he?!" Mark growled impatiently, running his fingers through his hair angrily.

BamBam shrugged, giving up on the search. Wonshik always proved to be an excellent hider. So there clearly was no use in searching for him.

"Let's just go, dude. We'll figure out something tomorrow.." JB suggested, throwing an arm over Jinyoung's shoulder.

Mark sighed and admitted defeat before leaving with his Gang, leaving Wonshik smiling smugly in victory.

He swung easily to the rooftop, easily grabbing one ledge after another with agile movements before finally settling comfortably on the roof.

He, at times, liked the rush of adrenaline and adventure. It excited him since it bought some color in his usual dull life. He lived alone in a apartment no one knew about, but it was his home. He knew the place like the back of his palm.

Despite the fact that he was a drug dealer, Wonshik never tried the drugs himself. Why should he?

He leaped off the low leveled rooftop and landed on the ground, crouching in order to not lose balance. He stood up, silver chains on his belt clinking against each other.

His outfit was peculiar, but fitted him well. He wore tight faded black leather jeans with a black belt strung around his narrow hips.

Various long silver chains and daggers hung off the belt. A gun was attached to the belt securely.

His shirt was an all black, long sleeved shirt, the shoulder lining covered in black lace, messily tucked in. It contrasted well with his fiery red hair and various tattoos that peered from the collar of his shirt, inked lines running across his neck and arms.

He wore black army boots since it was much easier to run in them. Came in handy when it came to sudden getaways.

The outfit matched well along with his hair and black mask fitted to cover his mouth and nose. His eyes were piercing, edges sharpened in black eyeliner and a tint of silver at the end, with a few silver speckles.

Saying he looked good would've been an understatement.

He continued to stroll through the dark alleyways, lazily playing with the lighter in his hand, flickering the flame on and off.

He sighed and slipped the lighter into his pocket and stuffed his hands into his pockets, kicking the stones on the dirt pavement.

He suddenly felt his hands being pulled back before a metal object cuffed them together, restricting his movement.

"The hell..." He swore, dark eyes turning to meet his attacker.

He was met with a pair of feline like eyes, staring straight back at him.

"Kim Ravi. Arrested for trading of Illegal Drugs on the Black Market and committing several crimes." Holy, his voice sounded so sweet and pure.