* â raven blood
@yoongixmi
he walks fast; he dreads slow walkers, unease prickling at him from the seconds lost when taking too long to lift your foot off the ground. the sound of his steps echoes through the large corridor, followed in a similar rhythm by his roommate and current partner in crime - quite literally so - as the two silently made their way towards aceâs private room. no words were currently needed, nor could they possibly be - clear instructions had been given to not utter a syllable on the happening where anyone could hear for even the walls have ears sometimes and staying silent as death itself has always been one of kyungsooâs very own talents.
he goes ahead and pushes open the door to the clubâs room, hardly waiting for yoongi to come along as he moves towards the centre of the space, disposing on his jacket in the mean time. these were the advantages of all-black clothing: stains are hardly noticeable, much more discreet than crimson red on pure white.
that doesnât make it any more comfortable though and thereâs a scowl on kyungsooâs face as he rolls his sleeves up, blood that is not his own sticking to his skin underneath the black button-down. âshooting is never the problem.â he mumbles through gritted teeth, more towards himself than the other male in room as he begins to undo the shirt buttons. âgetting the blood off your clothes is the real pain in the ass.â
