Ange ➳ jjk+kth

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I was a lazy potato so I only drew his face. This was the first time I've done a portrait of someone or actually bothered to draw so don't judge me too harshly! Everyone told me it doesn't look like him so I can guarantee that this is terrible! Sorry for burning your eyes.

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Silence. It slathers the mustard fields with sickening excess, tumbling over the rigid winds and winding past their terror-light frames.

Apprehension etches the group's features, eyes drained from their usual mischievous glint and replaced with hollow trepidation that wrenches at their cores. It was almost pathetic to conclude that their fate now remained at the disclosure of the dotted charcoal upon rolling plains, all obscured by a slat of thin, chiseled wood.

"Open it."Baekhyun murmurs, eyes trained dutifully on the door that none could seem to draw their attention from.

His dark haired partner scowls, elbow curving to reach behind the injured blond and pinch at his boyfriend's hip playfully, "You open it!"

The childish actions snap the males once severe infatuation at the exit, or in the case the entry to the crumbling house.

"You do it!"the ginger haired male snaps, a hint of slight amusement in his honey eyes regardless of the warning that threads his tone.

"No."Chanyeol defies, huffing as his lower lip juts out into a defensive pout, "There's no way I'm going to be the offering to Satan himself."

The gaiety of the once forlorn atmosphere is strangely comforting, a gentle smile settling on the youngest's chapped lips.

"I'll do it."the blond rasps, flicking his head to rid the dirty blonde lock that settles over the bridge of his nose.

The smiles that had once loitered on the males features slips at the younger's statement, concern masking their expression as the eldest throws him a wary glance, "You got a death wish or something?"

Chanyeol merely purses his lips, acceptance evident in his dark eyes as he elicits a curt nod, "Kid's right, Jeongguk won't shoot if he goes out first."

As insensitive as the thought is, all three of them silently agree for surely the mafia leader wasn't so cold hearted to murder his partner was he? The man was evidently much too infatuated to, even so the dangers remains prominent as ever.

"Alright then."Baekhyun exclaims, words cutting the silence that settles over them, "Go on out there and be pretty."

His words, aimed for a last shot at comedy unravels to the floor in a coil of ash, acting as little to no aid to the terror that grapples the air around them.

Taehyung hobbles forward, the sensation of fingertips thumbing over his waist a comforting option of support as fire ignites, greater than before, over his body.

His fingers curl over the doorknob, wary and doubtful as the wood thumps beneath him. Exhaling shakily, his palm tightens and he tugs the door open.

The first aspect that appears prominent to the blond is the lack of men dotting the fields. In fact it seems as if the only people present in the area was simply a small group of men that held dear places in his heart. Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi stand, guns raised as they form a protective circle around two clothed men between them.

Two? He thinks bemusedly, squinting to peer subtly at the tight formation of black around the men.

Silver hair that appears haggardly ruffled, cherry cheeks stained with teary trails and wide, round eyes that scream trepidation.