REAPER || minsung ✔︎

16

"So, I'm dead," the old man with thick rimmed glasses spoke unsurely, sinking back into the chair with crossed arms.

"Yep," the Reaper replied flatly and continued making tea. These situations had occurred many times before and Minho was no longer fazed by them. The hot water steamed his face before the kettle whistled. The sound bounced off the walls in the acoustic of the area.

"And that was my corpse," the man continued, the image of his body that was twisted in an uncomfortable position flashing by. He frowned and awkwardly shifted in his seat.

The Reaper nodded, pouring two cups and making his way to his desk. "Yep."

"Something tells me you're not the personable type." The man watched carefully as the he sat down and placed the drinks down a little too aggressively.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Lee Sooman, but nobody's got time for that," Minho snapped and checked his files, gasping at the upsetting surprise. "Dear lord..."

"Is there a problem?" Sooman asked with raised eyebrows, attempting to sneak a peek at the papers, but the Reaper pulled them away with a glare.

"You're pretending like you don't know," he said.

"I don't," the man replied immediately.

"Listen, you were horrid. I don't want your memories," the Reaper hissed, leaning onto his desk. "Mistreating others for your own benefit, what were you thinking? Are human rights worth that money? Don't you feel any remorse toward these people, the youngest was only a teenager."

Sooman shrugged indifferently, though there was a smugness hidden beneath. "I don't think it's my fault it turned out that way."

"Listen, I'm not here to bash you," the Reaper replied, folding his hands. "I'm just giving you time to think through and realize your mistakes. As far as I'm concerned, other's health and happiness can't be bought."

"It's business," Sooman defended himself. "I gave the public what they wanted."

The Reaper had to restrain himself from hitting him then and there. How he hated people like that. He motioned for the Sooman to come closer and whispered in his ear, "You don't seem to regret it, so I guess you'll have to live with those memories and worse until you do."

Before the man could utter a word, Minho had grabbed him by the collar and flashed them away to reappear at the side of a river.

"Wait, no, I can explain!" Sooman spluttered as a poor attempt to save himself, but the Reaper kept a blank expression and kept the man dangling above the clashing waters.

"You should've remembered that you're in my domain. I have all the power over you here. You really shouldn't have annoyed me like that."

"Please, no!"

"Goodbye, sir," with that said the Reaper dropped the deceased into the stream, his screams falling deaf on his ears.

He watched the current take him away, the man struggling to keep his head above. The Reaper knew he would never be able to. He would drown in his sins for eternity.

Minho stayed silent after the man had disappeared into the distance. He was numbed again. He stared into the black waters where all the damned souls were sent to and let out a somber breath. As his reflection wavered he wonder if perhaps he was supposed to be drowning in there too, but they had decided to spare him. He was just a puppet being played.

Noticing light coming from his right side, he turned his head only to see his friend.

"Chan," he sighed and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his long, black coat. "What is it they need?"