「 let my feet rip apart with wounds, at least i can smile when i see you 」
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Despite it definitely not being the first time San came to Macau, he still got lost the moment he reached the airport.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered under his breath, battling his way around with his luggage and backpack, trying his very best not to get robbed by the shady bunch who were subtly circling him for the fifth time now. For once, he wished Seulgi and Daniel- God bless the squabbling two- were tagging long and annoying him. Seulgi because she could read the Chinese signboards and Daniel because, well, he had brains.
C'mon, San, it ain't even suppose to be that difficult to find your way to the taxi stand, he internally groaned, now following a French couple and hoping they were headed to the nearest taxi stand.
To San's fortune, they were. He grinned. Damn right, knew he could trust his instincts.
"Hi. I'm headed to the Venetian Casino," San said to the driver while sliding into a vacant taxi. "Cotai Strip, I believe."
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"You ready?"
Taeyong tightened the laces of his shoes and pants. This was no time for them to fail on him. This was a kill or be killed mission on a whole other level.
"Absolutely not," Mark confessed, weaving his fingers in and out of each other anxiously. He'd plenty of experience being the distraction and knocking people out- courtesy to the many times he and his friends got into trouble in the board schools he'd been sent to- but somehow he felt that those weren't enough. He'd never dealt with people who could actually fight well, just underpaid and overworked teachers and security guards. What if his little tricks and moves didn't work out? The answer was simple. He'd die. And so would Taeyong. God dammit. Wasn't this just fabulous.
"Don't worry, you don't even have to knock them out, just draw them far away and for a long enough time for me to rid of the Park leader," the bleached-haired boy said not very comfortingly.
"And how long will that be exactly?"
Taeyong checked his watch, then spied through his binoculars again. "Fifteen minutes?"
Mark choked, "Fifteen minutes?"
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"Welcome to my city, Choi San," Dong Sicheng smiled, watching as the taxi the said boy had entered zoom off on his computer monitor. "I hope you're not expecting to leave alive."
