he turns towards one of the men standing behind him, their spine straightening when levelled with a look. “get him another pair of shoes. i don’t care about the brand. make sure it’s comfortable.”
he hums, glancing downwards. ah. his shoe has separated slightly from its sole right at the toes, not technically a problem unless it rains. “ just a broken shoe. my fault for wearing such oldies, i guess. ”
&. before giving way.
“i’ll have someone take care of it,” he says coolly, as though discussing something trivial. a brief pause follows, “don’t let the boss see.”
his expression remains utterly devoid of feeling as he looks down at the lifeless body at his feet, gaze steady, unflinching.
with measured precision, he begins to peel away the blood-soaked leather gloves, the material clinging faintly &.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . song minseok.
➤ my poems are a collage of everyone i have ever loved. contemporary romance author and poet. 𑣲₊ ⊹
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