beauty & the beast

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The ginger male closed his eyes as soon as the loud bang echoed through out the place; he then let out a loud sigh- "I just saved you, isn't that my job?" He said as he gave back the gun he was holding to bobby. He would have been happy if ever he didn't save bobby and he probably got the bullet in is head and died on the spot.

Things would go easier that way but he just needed that taste of himself killing bobby one day and hoping that day would come soon. But his heart felt heavy when he thought about a bullet going through bobby's Head- this closure was driving him crazy and that's for sure-

This wasn't supposed to happen, jun was supposed to stay cold and keeping his shit together with him, this wasn't going anywhere- plus if ever he is actually growing feelings for him- why? He always had hatred planted inside of him towards bobby.

''You dumfuck,'' Bobby mutters as he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut so tight as if in immense pain. ''Never, ever, shoot right in my ear.'' As thought his dark tone isn't enough, he has the audacity to flick Jun on the head with his handgun. ''Are you trying to make me deaf? Who the hell taught you how to shoot? Jesus, this is what happens when you give a cheeto a soul.'' Without waiting for any response, Bobby rises to his two feet and heads to the door that will lead downstairs, then the elevator, down to the ground level floor, and out to the city. While yes, indeed he is pissed that his own right hand just forgot that you should always be wary of your ears when shooting — it's the very reason Bobby almost always wears earphones — he really just needs some noises to drown the new ringing in his ears. It doesn't help that he already has tinnitus from listening to music too loudly.

The male chuckled deeply as he pulled out a small red and white box with another blue little rectangular shaped box, he pulled out one cigarette and bit the tip, holding his lighter up to the other end and lighting it, he laid down as he held the cigarette between his two fingers, taking them off and blowing off the smoke away and doing that till he threw it away. He decided to go and check on the male he had just killed-

When he headed over to the alleyway where the man fell off from, he crouched down and cringed a little at all the blood and the position he died- he just turned away and walked towards the light of the other end of the alleyway. His heart was paining, reason? He didn't know and he would never want to admit it- don't even get started with it.

He heaved a small sigh as he ended up in some kind of another alley with no people and it was the darker side- he missed home mostly, he did want to get out of all of this, he sat on the small mattress that was on the floor, leaning his back on the cold wall as he pulled up his legs, closing his eyes. He needed a break.

It's clearly a lie if Bobby says he slept well last night; all he did was turning up the volume of his slow song playlist, locking and unlocking his gun, and wander around the headquarters with so much uneasiness. Not even a wink of sleep was spared, and he is sure as hell that everyone is uneasily as well; he has never been this paranoid before. The fact that he even bothers to call over the whole gang members for a meeting possibly sets off an anxious tension in the air, because he has never done that before. Everything about this is, in short, a wild escalation from stage one alert to stage five.

He asks the members about the assassination pattern and what they think of it. One of the veteran spies claims that it feels out of place because it jumped from killing someone insignificant to aiming for the big boss. The rest of the members agree with nods of approval. But then an assassin speaks up to object the oddity of the pattern, because they think the killer must have planned to catch everyone off-guard. Then another member wonders out loud if this might be bigger than it seems, that whoever wants Bobby dead must have more coming for the whole gang, because it will take countless tries before they can bring down the strongest gang in Seoul. Reinforcement will be mandatory then, Bobby says. They also might need to team up with other gangs, because he has heard similar cases happening to a number of gangs scattered around the city.

''And as much as I don't want to do this, I think we should dispatch a few of you — armed, of course — to guard around our territory. I'll have Jun supervise how this will go,'' Bobby suggests, before realizing that Jun is not present in the meeting room. ''Wait, where's that cheeto head?''

The orange haired male was called over by.. "someone" this was some private things he could only do by himself- and only him. "Chan, what do you want?" He asked as they were in some abandonded building far away from the actual town and he knew someone was lurking around, hey always did. "Jun- you killed one of the members." The other male spoke as jun leaned back and looked down. "I don't care, it's work- I didn't kill him because I wanted to." He heaard a small sigh coming from Chan, he only patted his shoulder and left to his own place. He stayed around for a little, walking around until he found himself getting into a fight with some random dude who was lurking around- of course.

He ended up with a scratch on his left cheek and a busted lip- he wouldn't find anything to wipe it off with so he left it that way- having his gray hood cover his head as he jogged over back to the city and to the headquarters. He still remembered about the whole thing that happened yesterday- bobby half drunk- getting mad at him for saving him, well maybe he should have been for careful.

He then quietly walked in the headquarters and bowed to bobby who's- pretty much sober by now. "Sorry, im late, boss." He apologized as he kept his head down and stood there, his bangs covering up his face.