Blood, blood was running from the maleâs knuckles, not that he had hit anyone, no this time it was a wall and not a person. The male had put all his anger into hitting a wall as if that could do any good, as if it he hit it hard enough he would feel better, hint; he didnât feel any better, he felt worse. He had tried hitting, screaming, crying, at one point he wanted to drown himself, but nothing helped, and he wasnât even too sure why he was all like this. He had seen his parents from afar, and suddenly he regretted running away and becoming a hitman and prostitute, suddenly he felt as if he had ruined his life, as if his life no longer had meaning.Â
And though he male was sobbing heavenly, and clearly not thinking straight, the male decided he couldnât be alone much longer, that it wasnât good for him, and that he needed someone before he did something terrible. So he went to whoever person he knew who was closest, which ended up being Seonghwa, so Seonghwa now would be one of the few people to ever see him so fragile and vulnerable. Hardly he knocked on the door as he continued sobbing, âSeonghwaâ he shouted with a weak voice.
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yejun was sorta nervous, he redid his hair at least six times that day and he debated on every outfit he had but he just settled for a white shirt and a bomber jacket with black jeans and some high cut converse.
he didnât know how he was able to ask Min to hang out with him. he was an average antisocial and somehow he got a handsome extroverted person to hang out with him!
but right now he was questioning why min agreed to it- yejun knew that min mustâve been somewhat popular and lots of people wanted to hang out with him, so it was probably by chance that he was able to hang out with him and possibly become friends with himâŚ
the two were supposed to meet at a cafe and yejun was running a bit late, when he arrived though, he saw min sitting down and drinking something. when min gets up and holds his hand, he freezes for a moment⌠heâs not used to someone holding his hand.. or human contact in general.
âi-i-â yejun stuttered out as a light blush came upon his face as he easily got embarrassed, âs-shall we go to the park? if you donât want to thats fine we can go somewhere else-â
âThe park?!â Min lets out, a confused voice mixed with a shocked one, Min furrows his brows at the the sudden words. The park? The park⌠a park⌠why a park? Not intentionally Min lets go of the otherâs hand as he takes it to drive through his own hair. The park? A park? But why, Min bites his lips as he looks confused at the other. âThe parkâŚ?â he whispers. See, now that Min has gotten a little more time to think, he sees thereâs two options.Â
Option one, Yejun isnât the type of guy Min thought he was, heâs not as shy and fragile, and heâs actually the crazy and freaky type, and wants to do what Min has in mind in⌠public? Though, as Min doesnât mind this option, it doesnât seem like itâs the right one.
Option two? Yejun doesnât even want the thing Min believed he wanted, and option two seems to make so much more sense. Though, itâs not the ideal thing for Min, and Min only hopes option one is the right one, and now? He has to figure out why exactly they met up.
Min gets out of his trance and once again takes up Yejunâs hand, this time holding it a little tighter, not caring as to if anybody is looking at them. âThe park?â he questions, this time with a smile on his lips. âI guess Iâd prefer my apartment, but we can go to the park if you wantâ he responds, caressing the otherâs hand softly.
The male stares out the window as he waits for the other male to arrive. Itâs a casual day for Min, Min has finished school and he has agreed to meet with someone. Min rarely ever has a day where heâs alone, heâs always with someone, and if heâs not with someone, heâs still with someone.Â
After around twenty-three years of living, Minâs pretty sure he knows what people want from him, and itâs usually âloveâ.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes Min arrived at the cafe, Min of course, assumed this was just a quick stop to meet before the two would go to either Min or Yejunâs place and do other things. To be honest, Min was surprised at the sudden interest from Yejun, to Min at least, Yejun didnât seem like the type to ask someone out like this. The two males were both from Lynx, very different however.
Min takes a sip of a cocoa as he waits, and then he sees the person who asked him to hang out, he stands up, smiles at the other and drives a hand through his hair. âArtemisâ he says with a calm voice, he reaches out and takes the otherâs hand, lifting it up a little as he holds it softly. âWhere do you wanna go?â he asks, assuming the other doesnât want to stay at the cafĂŠ.
Bad timing, itâs a bad timing random guy. See Min isnât too sure how he suddenly ended up in a random personâs bedroom, heâs just sure that he lost his phone, began looking for it, and somehow ended up in a random personâs bedroom. The situation probably looked very wrong to the other, a stranger in their bedroom? Their room and the stranger all messy? Perhaps Min would even go as far as saying that it looked like Min was a thief (though in Minâs eyes, nobody would think of him like that because of how pretty he is). Min stood still for a little while, trying to collect his words and figure out how to answer the stranger back.
âUhm⌠you seeâ he paused, the oh so confident Min paused Min in his sentence because he for the first time in forever did not fully know what to answer back. âYou see⌠my phone, yeah my phone, I lost my phone earlier, and as random and weird as this may sound, yeah? I think youâve stolen it, or well! Not stolen it, but I just think itâs in your bedroom, and uhm yeah so Iâm actually kinda looking for it nowâ Min scanned the room and then the stranger âso if you wouldnât mind, could you leave so I can continue my search for my phone?â
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âNo Iâ Min stops in his words to look at the dog simply just biting his way through the ropes âI think theyâre working just fineâŚâ Min finishes off with, his look continued at the dog. By the way? Why did they tie up a dog? Is it just because it was a little violent and was close to eating them both? Or was there another reason behind that Min for some reason already has forgotten? It wouldnât surprise Min if he had forgotten such thing, heâs not exactly the best at remembering anything. âWell⌠I donât know if theyâre working just fine, but I definitely wouldnât call them uselessâ he scratches the back of his neck.
âLook! Theyâre giving us a bit time to run away if we want, my guess is that that dog wonât escape before at least ten seconds, so we may have a chance to survive this, right?â Min chuckles, a fake chuckle, because honestly speaking, he is a tad scared right now, scared that after all heâs been through, heâs going to die by a dog. âBy the way, do we know this dog? And why itâs running after us? Or is this just a random dog? Itâs kinda cute, can we keep it? I know it wants to kill us, but stillâ Min pouts his lips, looking forth and back between the dog and Minji.
âDonât call it an it!â Min spits out immediately, âoh wait now I called it an itâ he whispers under his breath, cursing at himself. âIt is not an it, it was a she, and she was mineâ the male angrily spits out at the other. He stares at them with them slight anger in his eyes, obviously, Min isnât exactly too happy about what just happened. A stranger, a god damn stranger just ran over his cat. Who cares if that was a cat, he just found fifteen minutes ago? Heâs abseloutely sure he got a special bond with that little kitty kat, and now that special is gone, because the cat is dead.
Min mumbles a few more swear words before looking up at the other, âand you absolutely didnât even try to save her, so donât hit me with that you could have done nothing to save her! You couldâve at least triedâ he continues, as if he did anything at all to save his cat beside staring at her and panicking. âSheâs dead, because of you, you murderer, and this shall be something I shall not forgive you for, not until the damn day I dieâ
AU in which Seungwoo and Min are partners in crime and have to track down a guy, but when they find him the dude is dead.Â
TW: mentions of murder, mentions of death
âNo headâ the male answered back, running a hand through his hair, âI guess it doesnât have a brain eitherâ he looked at the body âor heâ he whispered quickly. âHow much was it would be paid for this job? I know we were told to find him alive, but donât you think weâll get money despite the dude being dead?...â Min takes another look at the body, it sure doesnât look too pleasing, more so, how did the dude end up in this situation? Lying on his bed, beheaded, the dude is literally surrounded by blood and got no head âdo you see his head anywhere?â Min asks, beginning to look a bit around the living room, though heâs not too sure if he wants to find it.Â
âI wonder how the dude ended up in that situation, yâknow? Getting killed is one thing, but like literally beheaded? Damn. Maybe the person who killed him is french or somethingâ the male chuckles âIâve never beheaded someone before, shot in the face yeah but like--â Min stops in his sentence, turns around to look at the body. âHis head⌠is gone⌠we canât⌠see⌠his face??? So⌠we technically donât know whoâs lying dead at that bed, right? Maybe dude wants us to think heâs dead so we stop trying to track him down, have you thought of that? Maybe dude knows we be looking for him?â he turns to look at Seungwoo, it sure had been a while since Min had said something that made sense.
âWellâ Min begins, quickly throwing a glance in the direction of the male, heâs unsure to how they entered the room, as to why theyâre here, why they said what they said, but he doesnât let himself think about anything too much, heâs in a hurry, he really has to get away. In a swift motion he pulls his own shirt over his head and throws it at the bed âwell I donât really want you to know anythingâ Min ends of with, turning to the male to reveal his body, his face, and then he reaches out to the bed to take his clean shirt. âI got a lot of questions for you, and Iâm sure you got a lot of questions for me tooâ the male tries his best to get eye contact with the other, heâs well aware that exposing his face so much to the other might not be the best idea, but since when has Min begun caring for such things? There goes a second, and then Min has a shirt on again, now a clean one, he reaches out for the dirty one, the one splattered with blood and puts the shirt down into his bag, before taking out a picture of Daniel Craig like always, leaving his print behind.
He turns around, raises a hand to his hair and removes it from his ear to reveal his tattoo âIâm 007, thatâs enough knowledge for you I thinkâ he turns around again, gives the male a smile and a small chuckle, they still donât know whatâs going on, do they? Min shakes his head, not like he cares anyways. He throws his bag around his shoulder before beginning to walk, only stops to clap the otherâs shoulder and lean slightly closer to them to whisper something to them âthereâs a dead body in the bathroom by the way, just so you knowâ
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Min was quiet too long for Seungwooâs liking. His obnoxious, shit-eating grin faltered, not out of concern, exactly, just uncertainty. Seungwoo wasnât really one for worry or remorse, especially for Minâ it was more curiosity than anything. What went on in his head in those rare moments that Min wasnât running his mouth? More importantly, was it anything like what went on in Seungwooâs head? It was better not knowing. The last thing he wanted Min to know was the instability of his existence, and he didnât really want to find any camaraderie with him, either. They were not a team, this was a competition of good looks and who could be most annoying. Maybe Seungwoo was winning.
He bounced back soon enough though, and Seungwooâs amusement quickly returned, matched with a smile. Minâs return argument was weak though, at least in Seungwooâs eyes, but he laughed anyway, if only because he was so unimpressed. âCalling me an idiot? Never heard that one before.â Sarcasm, clearly. His smile turned into more of a smirk, though. âSo you admit Iâm not bad-looking. Youâre cracking, Min. I see your true intentions, and I donât want to lead you on. Weâre just friends. Please understand.â Part of it was a genuine plea, too, maybe: please believe Iâm not in love with you; this is ridiculous.
Of course, Seungwoo was equally to blame for said ridiculousness. The smart thing for Seungwoo to do would be to let it lie, but as already established, Seungwoo was not smart, so he continued to run with it. âMaybe we can just agree to disagree,â he offered the olive branch, despite not really wanting to back down. He did kind of want to get to actually get to working out though, so maybe it was better to end this here. Time would only tell if Seungwoo had the discipline to disengage or not (see: unlikely.)
Min put his hand over his mouth, and Seungwooâs smile grew, crooked and self-satisfied, happy to shake him to that degree, especially if he was right about where that reaction came from. âOhhhh yeah,â he practically moaned, fully intending to make matters worse. âI know where your mind is right now. Itâs okay. I wonât hold it against you; itâs my job to make people fantasize about me, so I wonât judge you either.â He still ended up laughing again, though. âI donât need all of that,â he pointed out, motioning to Min. He gestured back to his own abs. âI have all of this, which are better than yours. I work really hard for them, too, so donât even try to argue with me on this.â This was one area Seungwoo might feel insulted in if Min tried to claim he could top him. âAt leas everyone in this gym is really lucky.â
TW: nsfw-ish/talk
Min raises an eyebrow immediately at the statement, never been called an idiot before? Surely a false thing, and Min realizes the sarcasm pretty soon enough. Seungwoo has been called an idiot before, Min knows that much, because there are certain things about Seungwoo that he recognizes in himself (though, he doesnât fully want to admit how much they got in common), that he gets called idiot for. Idiot is basically Minâs second name, and if he changed his name from Min to idiot, there wouldnât change much about how people call him. Minâs an idiot, heâll admit that, but Seungwoo? Heâs probably one too. âSad to say, but Iâm pretty sure this whole island can agree on how much of an idiot you areâ
Maybe it was a defeat, how Min admitted that Seungwoo wasnât bad looking, but it surely not at all felt like one. Min isnât completely dumb, he knows other good-looking people exist, he just also knows there doesnât exist anyone anymore good looking than himself. And though as much as Min lies, he wouldnât lie to Seungwoo about Seungwoo not being bad-looking, simply because it doesnât hurt his pride the least, and heck, wasnât Seungwoo so much of an ass then perhaps Min and Seungwoo could have made out once by now. âSo since when did we become friends? Is this just something you decided? You dreamed so much about that now you believe is true? Well sure buddy, I can be your friendâ
âMaybe we can just agree to disagreeâ the words came in through one ear and immediately existed through the next. Sounded exactly like what his mom would say whenever Min would argue with her, and she knew he was right. âMaYbe we caN jUST AGrEe To DisaGreEâ is exactly what people who are losing an argument like to say, at least that is, according to Min. Seungwoo can agree to disagree in his head, Min will continue on believing that both of them agree on the fact that Min is hotter. âYou want to stop lying about how much you arenât in love with me?
Yeah Min was utterly disgusted and he wanted to throw up at the half-moan Seungwoo let out, but his heart honestly speaking did skip a beat, and a slight rose colour probably did come over his cheeks, though that was hopefully not something Seungwoo would notice. Though Min soon enough comes to the agreement with himself, that heâs probably too good to fantasize about anyone (besides a few idols and actress), so whatever Seungwoo is spitting out is nonsense. âTrying to deny how you fantasize about me and masturbate to me by telling yourself that I do the same? Sad to say princess, I ainât really into youâ
âYou work hard for those?â Min raised an eyebrow, âOh pleaseâ an eyeroll followed. âComing to the gym just to admire the guy youâre crushing on, aka me, doesnât mean youâre working hardâ
Min squints his eyes, looks at the body in front of them and then at the female beside him, âyou say that like I didnât just shoot him and heâs lying there bleeding to his deathâ he says, throwing his cigarette on the ground and putting his gun back in his pocket.
And so yeah maybe he shouldnât have been swinging around his new gun and showing it off to Python, but how was he supposed to know one of their mutual friends would suddenly show up and surprise him? That was dumb of mutual friend, he was lying there dying because of himself, not because Min had gotten scared surprised and accidentally shot the gun at the dude. âSo, what we gonna do? Leave him here to die or take him to the hospital? If weâre actually taking him to the hospital then I vote you come up with an excuse for why he got shotâ Min begins as he begins buttoning up his shirt. âThat was a dick move of him, going around scaring me, look at him now, shotâ Min continues as he glances at the lying male for a second. âBy the way can I borrow your jacket? I donât wanna go home in this bloody shirtâ Min says, nodding towards his half buttoned up shirt as he continues buttoning it up.
âFor real though? That thing with âheâs gonna be just fineâ? I donât know about it, I got a feeling he wonât be fineâ he says, voice hoarse as he looks at the male who is now suddenly barely moving. âI guess another life was taken tonightâ he says, throwing his shirt at the struggling man. âSo..?â Min says, putting one hand in the direction of Python âcan I borrow your jacket, or am I walking home half-naked tonight?â
Approaching Min, Jongin laughed and pointed at the other man, satisfied with the greeting. He didnât even care whether that was supposed to sound sarcastic or not, and didnât think twice to accept the compliment. Jongin wasnât cocky, but it was fun to pretend like so. âYou, on the other hand⌠Did you even wash your face today?â He leaned closer to the other one, squinting at him. Jongin was obviously exaggerating, and expecting to piss off Min a little bit, which didnât look like a problem if it actually happened.
âWha--â Min stares at the other confused, dumbfounded, now what in the world. He complimented the dude and what did he get in return? My god. Min furrows his brows, crosses his arms, this was not okay, how many would die to have Min compliment them? How many would beg for Minâs compliments? And this single guy would get a compliment just like that and in return basically diss Min, perhaps Min should just end their friendship right there, right at that moment, Jongin was being rude (or perhaps Min was overreacting and couldnât take a joke). âTo your knowledge, I didn't only wash my face I took a whole bathâ he spits back. âAnd Iâm taking my compliment backâ
âyou did this, and now you have to live with yourself.â
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âNooooâŚ.. I wouldnât exactly say I did this⌠Like yeah I mightâve pulled the trigger, been the one who had the gun and the one who shot him but⌠Iâm pretty sure Iâm not the murderer here⌠This one was on this guy, he was really just being stupid. When weâre on Myeongcho Island you got to be prepared for anybody having a gun or knife on them, at least some kind of weapon, so starting arguments without no good reason isnât really good. If he hadnât annoyed me then he wouldnât be laying there⌠dead⌠So⌠In conclusion, I did not do this, he did this against himself, because he acted carelessly, so somebody shot him. Who knows, we might actually be better off on this island without himâ. Min looks at the body he just shot, heâs pretty sure theyâre dead and he doesnât exactly now what to do about it, Min is a killer, a murderer, he knows that, but he usually kills for money or by order. This is his second time that he kills on his own, feels kind of weird doesnât it? That truly speaking heâs the only to blame in this situation (though heâs trying his best to blame the dead man).
âAhâ he lets out, thereafter finding a picture of Daniel Craig in his pocket, Min always leaves a picture of Daniel Craig behind when he had murders someone, itâs his way of showing that it was 007 who was the murderer behind. Suddenly he turns his head and looks at the girl, he squints his eyes and then realizes something. Oh my god⌠He was a fool, he had just gotten caught murdering somebody.
this directory is a fun and safe place for me that i continue to enjoy even when things aren't fast moving (or possibly even because of that!!!) you two did a nice job with this place and i think the small touches like the locations page and playlists and such show that you care and worked hard. i can't speak for anyone else but this krp means a lot to me and thank you for keeping it around!!!!! ^.^
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TW: long post, strong language, negative thoughts, negative self-talk
Min doesnât like the words I love you, and why doesnât he like them? Well thereâs a quite long story behind that.
I love you? Thatâs quite strong words, theyâre supposed to have a meaning behind them, yet for some reason quite often they have no meaning behind them, theyâre just completely meaningless. Isnât that sad? Honestly speaking? The words which people say hold the strongest powers, which could unite the whole world? Theyâre often words that are just used as nothing. Like air, the words mean as much as air. Theyâre necessary, gives life meaning, or makes sure one can live, yet itâs nothing, itâs nothing heavy. Or⌠maybe itâs just hard, hard explaining something as big as I love you.
Why does these simply words mean so much to Min? Because heâs pretty sure nobody has ever really told him that they love him and meant it. His parents told him it sometimes, that they loved him, that he meant the world to them and that he was their precious child, but anybody could tell those words were lies, that neither of them ever really meant it. And growing up? He was nothing, people didnât care about him because he was just that quiet nerd, so in their eyes he was basically visible. With time he even began becoming invisible to himself, he began forgetting himself, who he was and what the hell his purpose was. It was like he didnât have any reason to be on earth, nobody gave him a reason, not even himself. His parents words were empty, everybody elseâs words even more empty because they had no words, they didnât speak a single word with him. So after all of this, what choice did he have but to start hating himself? None, at least thatâs what he told himself, thus he began hating himself. Hating everything about himself. He hated himself for being so quiet, for having no friends, for not being loved, for being so shy, so smart, for not fitting their standards. What did he do with all this anger? He punched, he ran away into the forest to punch, to fight all this anger away, he became fit, he grew, all this anger made him somebody different. And heâs not sure who noticed it first, himself or them, but suddenly he was that fit handsome guy, he was that smart fit handsome guy, he wasnât invisbible, suddenly they cared. Suddenly he got the words I love you from left and right, but without no real meaning, nobody really knew him, nobody really cared for Min. They all just cared about the fit handsome smart man, they all just cared about what they wanted to care about. He got showered so much by compliments, it boosted his confidence so much, suddenly he felt like he was on top of the world, as if he was the best, because they all told him he was the best.
He had gotten from no I love yous to meaningless I love yous, and the people he had gotten the meaningless I love yous from in the past? His parent? He left them, because he believed these new I love you were real, that what the girls told him was true, so he left his parents and joined a gang, because what else could he do? He hated his parents, they were the worst people to ever have joined his life, and when somebody offered him an apartment and all he had to do was kill people? He accepted it happily, it helped him get away from his parents and into a new life.
A new life, thatâs what he told himself that he needed, but oh what a stupid human he was. That was never what he needed. He began this new life, this new life that involved nothing but sex, himself and killing, those things were his only priorities. His gang career went well, he wasnât the best hitman, but he was good enough for them, and they noticed how good he was with the ladies, even the men, how good he was in bed, so they asked him for more, to become a prostitute, and he happily accepted because? Because it involved sex, one of the few things he cared for. This was a new life, one where people told him they loved him every day, where he would always get love confessions, where people during sex would admit their feelings, and he would always turn them down or just laugh at them, because their words were meaningless, he had finally realized that. So he was back to his old life, the one where nobody loved him, but he only got meaningless I love yous. And one day? One day when somebody during sex told him that they loved him, what did he do? He pulled out a gun and shot them, shot them right in the face and watched them die, and he enjoyed it, he enjoyed it oh so fucking much. He wanted to do more of it, to watch all the people that had given him those meaningless I love you die, he wanted to tore out their hearts, hit them, kill them, murder them slowly, watch them scream until they no longer loved him. Those words? Those three words that are supposed to bring peace or some shit like that? To him? They bring him nothing but hate, they bring out the beast in him, the monster, the monster nobody knows of, the monster oh so many people love, or at least they say the love, but if they knew he was a monster? If they really knew him? Not a single one would act like do.
Theyâre all stupid, everybody is stupid, every single person who dares tell Min that they love him? Theyâre the dumbest people on earth, and Min canât do nothing but laugh at them.
ButâŚ
But he laughs at himself instead, cries at himself, blames himself. Itâs not their reason for not knowing the real him, itâs his, itâs really just his. Because he wonât let a single soul see the real him, he doesnât want to. It makes him vulnerable if they see him smile, see him laugh, see him cry, see his true happiness, he doesnât like showing them their feelings because⌠Because what if it just turns out like how it was in the beginning? One big mess, where nobody even noticed him, where nobody loved him, when he was just that quiet nerd. What if everybody starts ignoring him when he tells them that his whole life isnât about himself, sex and killing, that there is more to it. That he wants love, that he has feelings, that heâs scared, that he doesnât want to be alone in this world. That he canât handle being alone in this world, and that he truly just fucking wants to die. That he has given up on life, that he doesnât know what to anymore. That the only reason he doesnât have scars and cuts on his body is because he holds back because he knows his costumers wonât like it. That everything he does is because of others and not himself, that he never does anything for himself, that heâs scared, that heâs so fucking scared.
Min sits in his room crying, debating with himself if he wants to be loved or not, questioning how he can tell everybody that he loves himself so much when he actually hates himself so much, that he canât stand himself. Heâs so unbelievably scared, and no one, not a single person probably knows this. Theyâre all stupid, people are all stupid, yet heâs the most stupid of them all.
So in reality, he might actually be more scared of the words I love you than he hates them. He says he hates hearing them, saying them, butâŚ? Heâs scared of them, because he knows when everybody else says them, that they wouldnât love him if they knew him, and that he never can say those words truthfully because he doesnât dares, because heâs a fucking pussy, ah what a fucking idiot he is, thatâs what he is, an idiot. He hates himself so much for being this person, and he always wonders, what if he had staid quiet, then would his life be better by now or would he have been dead by now? What if he never had joined a gang and had staid with his parents, would they have grown to love him, and would they have a beautiful family now, a happy one?
And what if he didnât kill that girl for saying she loved him, that was Minâs first kill without an order, he didnât kill because he would get money from it, no he killed because of the moment, because of his own instinct, and he couldnât blame a single person for her death, this was his first murder that was truly only on his hand, which was his, his murder, now he can officially say it was his murder, how fucked up is that? And he even told her nobody would care about her death, that nobody on this shit island cares when you die, and was that the truth? Was that the hard bitter truth, that he knew was true and just didnât want to fully accept before that day, or was it his fear who spoke out, and all of his words that day had been questions, that he had actually asked, if anybody cared when you died.
Because Min knows people care about him, that if he died people would get sad, but they wouldnât even get sad for him, they would all get sad for the fake Min, for the Min he gave them, for that Min they would cry, because they would never have gotten the chance to meet the real Min.
Heâs stupid, everybody is stupid, everything is stupid, Min canât figure out anything anymore, nothing fully makes sense, everything is just too sad and Min is tired of everything.
But whether heâs tired of the words I love you or not? He doesnât know that, heâs not sure.
âi just watched you throw yourself out a window.â
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"Yes and I looked very cool doing it" Min responds, smile big on his lips and arm around Jihoon's shoulder. "Long time, no see? I haven't seen you since you told me you saw me murder somebody".
Jihoon, Min doesn't actually know anything about this guy beside that the guy has seen Min kill somebody and for some reason hasn't told the MPD yet, Min would like to think Jihoon hasn't told it to the MPD because he's scared of big ol' Min, but Min is also smart enough to know that, that probably isn't the case and that Jihoon got his own reasons. Oh, right. Min threw himself out a window, and why is that? Well you see he got a very good reason for that; his school day was coming to an end when suddenly he looked out the window and saw Jihoon walking past his school, and upon seeing that? What could he do, but go out and say hello to his friend (answer; nothing). Min could've taken the stairs, but that would've taken too long a time and then perhaps Min wouldn't have gotten the chance to say hi to Jihoon, so he only had one choice; open the window, yell Jihoon's name to get his attention, and then throw himself out the window. Ah yes, how smart Min was, for sure his feet kinda hurt now, but at least he was walking with an arm around his friend?
Actually now that he thinks about it, hopefully Jihoon doesn't feel too special about having seen Min kill somebody, because there actually is quite few people besides him that has seen him kill. Wait and why hasn't a single one told the MPD? Oh wow, Min really is the worst luckiest hitman ever. He always does something wrong, yet he never gets caught by the MPD? What's the sense behind that one?
"I did it just like James Bond would've done it, get it? Since I'm 007?"
