𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰; nahyuck

𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

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Donghyuck paced back and forth down the promenade with his arms wound around his waist and expression concerned. It had been about two days since he had seen Jaemin, and that fact alone sort of bothered him since they usually met up somewhat regularly (typically by accident).

It was a bit excessive for a normal person to be pulling their hair over a two day absence, but when it came to mafia members, disappearance meant potential death. Jaemin, for all Hyuck knew, could've been dead in a ditch, and that terrified him.

Should I just go to his house? He pondered with vast amounts of agitation. The river was splashing at the sides of its confines, seemingly reaching towards the leader as a taunt. But he hates it when I show up unannounced.....Actually, when has that ever bothered me?

He glanced in the general direction he would need to go if executing this idea. Would he really degrade himself enough to show concern for a boy who probably genuinely didn't want to see him? Would he risk knocking on Jaemin's door and demanding an explanation for why he hadn't been around?

Damn it, Donghyuck wasn't like other members.

His feet were guiding him towards the apartment complex before he had even made the actual choice in his head. One step after the other, one doubt fading after another.

Jaemin was flopped against his couch, staring at his ceiling blankly and listening to a pathetically mundane tune stream from the radio in the next door kitchen. The orange sky through his window cast a golden light over his form, creating an angelic picture with a secret devil inside it. The shadows that moved with the lowering sun shifted across his face and accentuated his enviable contours such as his cheekbones and jawline.

As his eyes fluttered closed to further relax, a single thought that had been plaguing his mind for two days was still there; still chewing his nerves. He had a 'date' with Jeno tomorrow night, and one he was extremely nervous for. This would surely lead to the same hell he ran from all those months back....but what could he say? He was a sucker at the worst of times.

When rest finally started inviting itself in, three heavy knocks to the front door had the male snapping his eyes straight back open. Jaemin waited, laying against the couch and counting the seconds until another three knocks sounded across his apartment. He sighed dramatically, sitting up and ruffling hair with irritation before slowly edging towards the door. He grabbed his precious handgun off the coffee table before moving, getting closer and closer until yet another, single knock was hit.

"This fucker," the blonde muttered under his breath as he hid the gun behind his back and reached for the knob. It was probably some child hoping to sell cookies or something, but that wasn't a reason for the killer to soften.