boss’ achilles heel

@yoonseo r。 the first thing taehyung wants to say is no ─── but what he actually says is that it’s their death wish. a small tale of irony being that their work is practically a wish from the reaper itself, but he swallows that thought ─── presses it into the back of his mind, and keeps moving forward with the task at hand. murder is an art; not all possess the skill, but it can be taught the same way children learn to ride a bicycle ─── through a lot of falling and getting back up.

if you survive the fall, of course.

entering the campus is the easy part ─── a claim to their age works well and no student lingers after a lecture hall which is why it’s easier for them to slip in. “what’s going to happen here is that poor little seonsaengnim killed himself right in his own classroom,” he said, clicking the safety off his gun; cocked against the professor’s scalp as he leaned over to his earlobe.

“he took the gun from his drawer and put it against his jaw.” calloused digits tapped over the handgun – soon to be pressed underneath the professor’s jaw. see, in most murders ─── he prefers for it to be hanging; it’s much more realistic and the police never do much research between a crushed windpipe from hands versus a rope strangling. but, there isn’t enough time and guns have always been faster in that regard.

with yoonseo by his side: things should be fast, speedily done. less room for her error. head canting to the side before eyes dart to the left. it’s a shuffle of movements, hand tossing the gun to her chest while his own reaches to gag the professor. “you know how to shoot a gun right, yoonseo-ah?” it’s almost a coo, if it weren’t for his tone seeping into a plane of distractedness and boredom, lacing up the final knot on the gag.