busted.
Under the moon, everyone was a bit safer. People didn’t have to lurk around and hide from prying eyes. They could roam freely under the night sky, unbothered by the things that could potentially happen. Daeil preferred to go out when it was dawn, when the city was just barely waking up. In these moments, it was easier to lurk around. People had been asleep for a few hours, so there was less of a chance of someone crashing in on something they wouldn't be able to get out of in the end.
Oh, over the years, how Daeil wished he could have gotten out of the things he was dragged into.
This was a different night for Daeil. The usual dealer had business elsewhere, and with his rank and position, Daeil was the one put in charge of the operation. They had five pounds each of , , and methamphetamine to deliver, and Daeil had no idea who he was up against. All he knew was that these people, whoever they were, were not people you wanted to mess with. But, unfortunately, he didn't really care.
That's just how he was. He didn't care, really, about anyone. He had no concern for anyone else but himself. He had his own motives, his own desires. He didn't need to worry about if people weren't pleased with how he acted... Why would he need to?
Well... If only he knew that it would be his downfall.
"You ready, Daeil?" One of his colleagues asked quietly, tucking a loaded gun into the back of his pants, pulling his shirt over it. Daeil chose to keep a gun off of him tonight, as he didn't want the other guys getting too upset with him. He ended up running his mouth a lot, and it typically ended up getting him in trouble.
"As ready as I'll ever be. You're driving, right?" Daeil's lips curled up into a smirk, and with a scoff he made his way to the van, slipping into the passenger seat and relaxing slightly. This is the only time he'd be able to rest. He was sure in for a hell of a night. He hadn't done something like this for a while, and yeah, he was anxious. He was so afraid of something happening, but being the one in charge, he couldn't show that fear. It would only cause trouble for everyone else. He really didn't need a bunch of people freaking out.
The car ride was a silent one, Daeil's leg bouncing as he tried to calm his nerves. It was... how long? 5 hours, maybe. He needed another dose of heroin, and relatively soon. It was driving him mad, going this long without having his escape. Ever since he was 12, he had been hooked on the drug, and he couldn't live without it. Sure, it wasn't his fault, but he needed it. He was under their care, and he had been for years... He couldn't easily get out now.
Breath coming out in a soft puff of air, foggy mist leaving his lips and greeting the chilly night air without a whisp of a sound, Daeil shoved his hands into his pockets. It wasn't exactly the warmest of nights, but it was perfect to get things done. Who would want to come out on a cold night? It was a good cover for the trade.
"You have it? All of it?"
Daeil smirked, turning to face a man with a cigarette perched between his lips, obviously the one he was going to be working with. Letting out a soft chuckle, Daeil tilted his head an surveyed the situation. He wasn't easily intimidated, and most people knew that. Taking easy steps, Daeil pulled a hand from his pocket and stood in front of the man, shaking his head as he plucked the cigarette from the man's lips, turning it in his finger before taking a long, slow drag. He kept eye contact with the man, who was clearly peeved at the interaction. Tipping his chin up, smoke flowed freely from his nose, straight into the other man's face, then coming out in short puffs as he laughed to himself.
"You don't trust me. That's kind of unpleasant, dontcha think?"
"You're a kid, why would I trust you?" Reaching out, the man snatched the cigarette back, tossing it on the ground and snuffing it out with the toe of his shoe. "Just give me the drugs. I don't need your attitude."
Shaking his head, Daeil pouted playfully down at the discarded cigarette, looking back up with wide eyes, lip jutted out. In an instant, his expression changed, jaw setting and eyes resting into small little slits. "I may be a kid, but I'm a kid that holds just what you want. Now, get your granny out of a twist and give me the damn money, and I'll give you your beloved drugs."
"Oh shut up." The man moved so quick, and within seconds Daeil was staring down the barrel of a gun. Despite this, he simply laughed, hands coming up as if he was defending himself. The older man cocked the gun, and that caught Daeil's attention; his goal was definitely not to die, not tonight at least. "Get out. Leave the drugs, but get the out. You're a ing cocky kid, and you don't even know what you're dealing with."
Rolling his eyes was something that Daeil did naturally, not even on purpose. But in that moment, he should have held back his natural instincts. He hardly had time to open his eyes again before the cold metal of a gun smashed against the side of his head, a metallic taste filling his mouth. Daeil was on the ground in seconds, the man throwing more and more punches as Daeil tried to squirm away from him. There was some scuffling, groaning, and profound shouting as they fought, finally separating with wounds to tell the tale.
Daeil thought he would get away. He really did. He turned, ready to simply walk away; it was fun, definitely, getting into fights. But at least he knew when to stop... most of the time. He didn't realize who he was dealing with, what he was facing, though. If he knew, he may have adjusted the way he performed.
"Eat lead, ."
Pain seared in his leg and Daeil dropped to the ground, screaming and instantly pressing his hand to the wound. Watching the man leave, more gun shots rang in his ears, signaling that his colleague was either wounded or dead.
It was this moment that Daeil decided he needed to get out.
He needed to go...
IᑎᑎᑕOGᑎITO.
based off of phronemophobia's character in the rp. written by.. well... phronemophobia.
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