#i support gangaje's rights AND wrongs~ ♥

[mythvoiced]

The yank could be more forceful, probably. Not that it matters, it's forceful enough, Taejoo's teeth clatter together painfully, from the open mouth of his stutter to the silence that follows the adrenaline spiking through his body.

Somewhere, a chair shifts.

He's been in bad situations, but they pale violently in comparison to this. There is no way to even compare, school bullies and the scars on his hands, to a body he refuses to look at.

He's been told, once, at the very least: working where he works would get him in trouble. Casinos are for foreigners only, the one Koreans are legally allowed to gamble in is not even anywhere near the very city Taejoo could barely run to. So what could be possibly expect to be getting into, here? Working the front of a gambling ring where Koreans of all ages laugh and drink just a few rooms in the back, defying the law one placed chip at a time?

Taejoo can feel his heart in his throat. He'd have found that saying odd. It beats painfully and distantly. Cold. His legs are shaking with the energy his body wants him to use to run, or do this, or do that. He can barely hear anything over the ringing in his ears and somehow, at the same time, he feels like he can hear and see everything more clearly - it's an illusion, the body thinks, the eyes ignore the blur.

He shuts up well enough, all right. Perhaps a little too well. He can't even get his throat to whimper when he all but falls into the chair, when something cold touches his cheek, when he's forced to stare at a madman from a new angle, height be damned. He can only see without really seeing and feel the gun without really feeling it, and he's so busy shutting up he can't remember how to speak. Gape. Fish mouth. Open. Close. The cards on the blackjack table he'd been working at scatter over it on their own. Taejoo chokes in the back of his throat.

"I'm… it's not me," is all he knows how to say, and, truly, the sky is up, the sea is down. There's no way Taejoo knows a man like this… he can only pray it's mutual. "I don't… know anything, please-"

 just today , when everyone and everything was getting on his nerves , today that half of his plan had been buried under the ground with ten of his best men . . . today this guy had to be difficult . what's so confusing about the fact that gangjae was going to use him as a fake ( – not too fake probably ) hostage and have them call the cops . and by cops he only means jiwoo ; can't kill her favorite waiter without her watching it . the poor guy wasn't involved in anything but gangjae was bored and even though he was sure she wasn't going to come here , he glared at cheolsu’s very logical words . boss , let's just go , they're already scared enough . gangjae ignores taejoo’s pleas , grabs him by the shirt and yanks him to his left . ❛ shut the fuck up . ❜  he glances at the window , one of the kids behind him whimper in fright and his mother immediately covers his mouth . it's so boring . waiting for jiwoo in this dark restaurant with half eaten meals and a dead body on the ground . he lazily shoves the guy away into a chair , presses the tip of his fun against his neck and a woman sobs behind him . gangjae grins a little ; ❛ ya’ said - [ — the gun drags along the man's cheek ] that your name is taejoo , huh ? i used to know a taejoo before . . . ❜