beauty & the beast

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''All for a friend?'' A doubtful frown forms across Bobby's face, though really he is doubting himself of whether or not can he trust Jun this time. So he presses the knife deeper into the younger male's neck, drawing a very subtle cut that draws a drop of blood, a drop that Bobby soon licks as he retracts the knife away from his right hand. He lets silence linger for a good few seconds, drowning the both of them in the tension, before speaking once more:

''The least you could've done, is inform me first,'' he demands. But in a lower, and more desperate voice, he secretly begs: ''I don't want you to lose my trust like the others.''

Then just like that, he leaves Jun and strides down the hall, breathing heavily as an ache settles in his heart. He hates admitting it so much, but he really, really wishes that Jun will not be like the others — there was a reason why he didn't hesitate on murdering his entire family, a reason that left him scarred for a lifetime. And the trauma still haunts him to this day. ''It's all bullshit,'' he has told himself over and over, but he knows the fear will never leave him alone.

The male just stared at the male's back that was slowly fading away as he walked further away from him; the distance between them was cold. Too cold maybe, it felt jun frozen on the spot as he only stared. "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve to be a right hand." He whispered as he frustrated, runs his fingers through out his hair, messing it up a little bit. So much thoughts were coming in and out, mostly the thought of running away was one of the best choices he had.

He looked down and finally moved and to his small room he hang out- he got changed and finally grabbed his pistol and a small pocket knife, he looked down and up, to the mirror staring at his reflection, he fucked up, he did. He was losing Bobby's trust.

He walked around the headquarter as he was drowning in his own thoughts, government is planning an attack.. real soon. And he made the choice to protect bobby- he was the right hand after all, he's disobeying the government, either way, he's going to die anyways-

Down to the weaponry room Bobby goes, to check on the preparation for tonight's guarding shift. No sign of Jun around to help him look over the shooters, but that's alright — he's already used to singlehandedly command his members according to their roles and positions. However, the lack of Jun's presence ends up bothering his members. Especially Jungkook who even comes up to Bobby to voice his worry.

''Where's Junhee?'' asks the boy, only to earn a shrug from Bobby. But Jungkook doesn't seem to accept this as his answer. ''I know we might not be able to trust him, but we still need him, boss — you gotta admit that he has great leadership and coordination skills, just like you.''

And he can't truly be trusted, Bobby thinks to himself. Just like me.

''He's probably prepping himself up in his room. Can't have my second-in-command unarmed, can we?'' He passes Jungkook a smirk of reassurance, which hopefully is enough to convince the boy that all is well in the gang. Jungkook only nods to his words, before turning on his heels and return to his front team.

The male walked around and finally found himself together with the others. "I'd say look after the rooftop and the roof of the other buildings, that's their strategy, if you don't want to die, don't get distracted." He spoke as they just nodded along, he pulled out his pistol and started to fiddle around with it, playing with it as he was leaning on the wall- he had all his attention around him. "It's either they sneak or come without even sneaking, it's even way more dangerous if they don't sneak in, just saying look around for suspicious things" he added as he aimed the gun to the sky and pulled the trigger.

A loud bang echoed through out as he blew his gun that was smoking out, he sighed as he placed it back on his pants. He kept getting distracted however; he was just slightly worried about Bobby and at the same time Chan. He bit down his lower lip.

He overheard them talking, a male, proximately 20 years old, and with a light brown hair was caught in another gang- he was held up as he was trying kill all of them, a secret assassin- Chan, that was for sure. "Shit." He whispered to himself. He let out a cough. "Get back to work, there's no time to talk around that way."

The sun fell and the night came, a whole day of working and back now things were calmer, he finally had space to think and settle his thoughts together. Which brought him to a room inside the building, inside one long table is placed as jun was sitting down on one of the seats and had a cup of tea by his side and he had his head laid down on the desk, covered by both of his arms.

The hallway was dark, and the walls were glass so whoever passes by he could see, he had his glasses by his side as well. The night was quiet, the only light source was from the small window where the moonlight was reflecting inside, he closed his eyes and he let out a deep sigh. Today's been bad, he fucked up big time and now Bobby would just be cold around him- he couldn't help but stay silent for the day, or maybe the following days too.

He felt disappointed in himself, he had no idea but he did. As he knew that the government would attack very soon, he even called them to stop it for a while; to postpone the attack, saying his cover almost blew up. But the truth was he only wanted to save everyone else.. as months has gone by he made a prett strong bond with them after all, especially with Bobby.

All the pawns have been set, and now the king can sit back and watches. But alas, the king has his own concern with his trusted few, specifically the man he regards as queen — that is, in a sense that the queen is his second-in-command. The queen, despite his compelling strength, has shown lack of association in the upcoming game of chess. This strikes the king as odd, because queen has never seen this low before. So after every shooters on guard are in their positions, Bobby left them to fend off by themselves, and searches for the one man he has trusted for years. While yes, he did let out his fury by marking his Right Hand's neck with a small cut, a part of him is still concerned with Jun's mental condition. Everything about the younger male has been off for the last couple of days, and as a leader and friend, Bobby feels the obligation to...at least hear the pretty cheeto boy out.

Although, where would Jun go when feeling low? That, Bobby has yet to know. He then questions every gang member he happens to encounter about Jun's whereabouts, and not many of them knows, because they haven't seen Jun all day. Bobby even goes to the top floor and balconies and rooftop, only to find the night shaking head at him — figuratively — as if to say that it also hasn't Jun around. This makes the blue haired male feel devastated, as he fears he might have gone too far at the cheeto. ''I should've controlled myself better,'' he mutters.

So when he happens to sight Jun's figure through a wall of glass, more or less slumped against the desk of the meeting room, he lights up like the fireworks on USA'S 4th of July. He immediately dashes into the room — not even knocking the door to announce his presence — and strides over to the male with the tangerine hair. ''There you are!'' he exclaims, which possibly sounds scarier than his usual low voice since he rarely sounds that excited. ''I've been looking all over the quarters for you — are you drunk over a cup of tea?''