#hehehehehe ..

something burns . feels like alcohol on an open wound , his shoulders ache . he's resting his head against something and there's cold floor beneath him . when his vision clears and eyes open , the recruiter sees gihun . begrudging , ignoring what he's actually doing . the last thing the recruiter remembers is that police - took him by surprise , and somehow managing to knock him out . so that's why his head is throbbing , he frowns tiredly when the cloth dabs harder against his temple and he tries to flinch away from it . eyes closing and opening in slow motion , a few times . his ankles are bound too , apparently , he feels it when he tries to move his knees . his mouth isn't covered though , weird . his back touches the cold wall , he feels his blazer stretch uncomfortably around his torso . hoping gihun doesn't bring that cloth closer to him again , there's blood on it and he wonders if he has concussion or something too . it doesn't matter - he's vulnerable . anyone could slip a hand in his blazer pocket and take the card . anyone could take the tracker behind his ear and - well he's not sure what they can do with it . straightening up , smiling with tilted head as a drop of blood rolls down his temple , from the roots of his messy hair . ‘ how long was i out , sir ? ‘ his heart hammers painfully in his chest . if he's stressed , you can't see it , he glances around and lets his gaze rest on the glassy door . the cop is unconscious too , in the bathtub . his gaze catches the pink towels and the china sink , oh how he hates these cheap love hotels . ‘ would you like to continue our game ? we were interrupted . i remember where we left off . ‘ he was shooting himself under his chin , he had to do it faster .