OBLIVION

P r o l o g u e

The black haired man sighs out tiredly as he steps out of his car and go straight to his house, looking around there seem like no one is home, probably doing their job but it is way past midnight though but just like him he just finished his work at the same time as the clock strikes midnight so he just shrugs it off.

Throwing his shoes away and soon his jacket also lands perfectly around his shoes, too tired to care much at the moment, one of the butler going to clean it up in the morning anyway but there is a chance--well, maybe when the guys were home they probably do it for him.

He drags his exhausted body to his room, he feels like it taking so long to his room but in reality, it's just a few minutes. His sore body felts cold and shirt sticks on his skin because of blood that was covered him, heavy eyelids is going to give up on him anytime soon if he doesn't make it to his room and just as he walks past the guys their room he hears a talking and stops for a second looking around, trying to find where it comes from and when he knows he makes his way towards it slowly.

"I— them— painfully—— " the black haired man couldn't make out the whole sentence so he walks a little bit closer and closer and now he stands in front of the door.

"Do they fall for it?" The deep voice asks. He couldn't hear the other answer, they're probably on the phone.

"I know, I know. They are not home yet, probably doing their dirty work,"

The black haired listens carefully.

"Don't worry, they won't know because we take it slowly just as we plan," The same deep voice speaks. "Surely they will be on their knees right at our feets soon and when the time comes..." The black-haired man's heart drops dead on his feet when he recognized whose voice belongs to and when he listens to those words he swears he could see the smirk through it. "I will be the one to end their ungrateful lives myself."

The door crack opens as the person on the phone make his way out of the room, the phone still against his ear, his eyes land on the black haired man and he lets out a sigh,

"Wasted, one of them has found out,"  he tells the other line with his face show nothing more than just an annoyment, eyes still on the black-haired man who stands shocked, "Don't worry, I'll take care of him." And he hangs up.

He steps closer to the black-haired man, running his fingers in his hair.

"Damn, it's too early," his eyes lock on him and he could see tears trying to fall out. "Why did you have to come at this time huh? God, you ruined my plan."

"I— we trusted you!" He yells and now his tears falling out on his cheeks.

"Well, that's the whole point," he says, "I want you to trust me. That's how the plan works."

"But—— we are fa–family, you're like a brother to me," the black haired stutters out, "We know each other for years...Why?"

He doesn't reply as he exhales and scoffs at the now sobbing man, "I don't make you out to be a cry baby," he rolls his eyes. "Petatic. I don't want you to end up like this but I have to."

"W—what?" without a single thought he pulls his gun from behind his back belt out and points it at the black-haired man, now all the tiredness has completely gone from his body as he looks at his so-called brother—– as he aims the death machine perfectly straight at his forehead.

And the sound of gutshot rings in his ears, the sound making him feels dizzy and if he stays conscious a second longer he would hear a whisper following along with the fire of the gun.

"Oh, just how you deserve, Kim Seokjin."