she has finally reached the controls, enters the code & the entire building falls silent. fucking finally, her ears are probably permanently damaged. maybe she’d always hear this penetrant ringing from now on, cool !! at least ara can finally hear herself think, that & she can take note of a bunch of other weird noises coming from SOMEWHERE inside the building. water rushing through pipes ?? hopefully. let’s not make tonight memorable as the night she’s seen her first ghost.
it maybe takes another ten ( more like fifteen ) minutes until she reaches the vaults. memory please don’t fuck me over right now, you better remember the goddamn code. the card she had formerly BORROWED from the banks manager was now resting between her fingertips. fuck. of course she jinxed it, OF COURSE the code suddenly seemed to have disappeared from her mind. & so she stands completely dumbfounded in front of the last barrier to a good life. cool, part two !!
as her phone rings she MAY have flinched, not expecting any sudden noises, other than nearing footsteps, that is. a glance on the display & she rolls her eyes. god, what is his deal ?? worst partner in crime, EVER. can’t even do simple shit, & then calls to … do what ?? check up on her ??
❛ oh my god, WHAT ?? it’s been twenty minutes, chill the fuck out. i’ve almost got it. hold on. ❜ almost got it. almost. except that she can’t remember the fucking code. ❛ wait. i hear something, has anyone come in ?? you’re supposed to watch the fucking door. ❜
“ twenty?? no, no-- just-- come back! WITH the money that you have, right? “ okay, he might not have been the best guard dog out there, but he tried his best. she did forget to tell him that there was a back door, so it wasn’t completely his fault. Not at all. they should be splitting the money 75/25, just because the stress he’s putting his body through is unbearable.
and then it happens. he’s turning the key, but the engine isn’t starting. he’s trying a second- third- fourth-- wipes his hands with the hand sanitizer-- fifth- sixth- nothing. he’s freaking out, so much he believes he can see ara’s dead skin that naturally falls off with every movement. it’s natural, kihyun, it’s not dirty. but it’s everywhere on the passenger’s seat and ugh she can’t just sit in her own filth again. that’s it, the car doesn’t work because it’s just too dirty.
“ listen,...you have to run the fuck out of there. “ hero kihyun pulls out A GUN out of his pocket, steps outside of the car and targets the bank’s front door. his hands are shaking so bad that the sound of the clinking bullets inside drives him N U T S. they’re not even following a proper rhythm, a headache ensues and the hyperventilation begins.
“ i’ll see you outside-- waiting for you-- with the money. “ kihyun hangs up, takes a few steps back, bends down and vomits last night’s dinner on to the fresh snow. he can still make out the vegetable he forcefully shoved down his throat, only this time it was covered in a watery mucus substance. he gags at the steam coming out of the pile of what once was food, and quickly covers up his nose and his mouth. he can’t be breathing in the toxic particles of his own.
he covers the mess up with snow and suddenly the gun feels a lot more stable in his hand. nothing a little anxiety vomit can fix. whoever’s inside with ara wasn’t going to meet a happy ending, not with kihyun ready to shoot whoever comes out of the door! he just needs to remember how she’s dressed so he doesn’t, you know, accidentally hurt her. it’s not like he ever used this gun-- although he carries it on nights like these. he just never really had a successful night. yet.