WITH YOU - haechan

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— LITTLE B*TCH
MENTIONS OF DEATH AND VIOLENCE

In front of a large set of apartment buildings, the tinted van slowed to a stop. Donghyuck rolled down his window, allowing the beaming rays of the sun to gleam over his face— almost making his hardened features look soft under its orange hue.

But of course it didn't. Nothing in that moment would help relax the boy's tensed features. His furrowed brows and narrowed chestnut eyes could make anyone cower in fear under his burning glare. And it only got worse as he thought of the reason to his sudden appearance at this random apartment complex.

Having enough of waiting around, Donghyuck rolled up his window before pulling out his keys. The boy glanced around his surroundings— surveying the empty streets to ensure his isolation from the public eye. After, he nonchalantly slides out of the vehicle with his hands full.

One hand held a gun, as the other held a shining knife. Quickly, he hides his personal knife under his pants at his right ankle— tucked in his sock and a part of his shoe. Rolling down the fabric of his bottoms, he diverts his attention to the other weapon that remained in his hands. Usually the glock would feel heavy, almost as if it held the weight of the mental burden that was brought on by the consequences of the trigger into physical bricks. But this time around, it felt incredibly light.

He liked the feeling, but he was scared. Maybe he was finally getting used to carrying death in his hands. Or was it that he wouldn't mind the outcomes of this particular bullet?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to either way.

Donghyuck shook his head, clearing his mind of the suffocating thoughts. He needed to focus. There was something much larger to take care of than his dwelling.

Pulling the safety off, Donghyuck rolled his head in a circular motion, rolling it back then to the front. His tongue stuck out in determination, as he began to feel himself fade into his persona, Haechan.

His head craned to the left, spotting the sun lower between the city buildings, creating a beautiful array of colors on the sky.

The tanned boy let out a sigh, "What a beautiful evening to kill."

. . .

Most NCT members sat at their respected seats, Taeyong sitting at one end and Rinyoung sitting at another.

The men chatted amongst themselves as they occasionally shoveled food into their mouths. Though the only girl couldn't touch her food. Her eyes shifted around the room, trying their hardest to spot a specific tanned male. Just before dinner, she felt her knuckles become sore as she opened and closed her hand.