#‎▃▃ㅤㅤㅤ，ㅤ( 𓍝 ) ㅤ𝖗𝗈𝗁 𝖏𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗎𝗄

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𝓒 . ‎    𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽      *     @manager016

lifting the gold panther mask from her face . her features fleshly and raw beneath the gilded guise were suddenly there now exposed insistently present before him and within the same motion the knife slipped from her grip to clattering onto the tiles . what a relief ( he wasn't scared of her , no. ) but he was afraid of causing a dilemma especially with a v.i.p . but this moment was just only so short-lived ; long elegant nails sliced through the space between them catching the edge of his own mask before he could even register motion he wasn’t expecting her couldn’t have anticipated such a thing but it was fair game , in its own anarchic sense – considering he removed her mask .

the frame itself tore away freely landing with a muted finality between them he was also exposed ; how wonderful in that defiance of the system’s rigid rule to know faces where anonymity once reigned . looking at his now fallen mask his dark brown eyed trailed up to meet her's . his reaction was dry filled with exhaustion but soft amusement was etched beneath the shadowy lids of tired lines of his eyes . disappoinment , his jawline clenched . ‘ pulling my mask off isn’t going to do anything , ’ he said teeth gritted in mild exasperation not cruelly but with that same disciplined restraint that made his presence felt . ‘ you’re still in my facility, still on my floor and still a guest . ’ so you better calm the fuck down . the officer bent down slowly collecting the blade from the floor with the care of one handling fragile glass . the tip resting lazily in his hand as he stepped back unhurriedly growing with an odd mixture of menace and tired elegance he pointed the blade towards her . ‘ get back to the room now . ’

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‘ no . . . i didn't. ’ frustrated at himself for once more than anyone else would've been . he was the same bitter officer everyone knew, the same man who doesn’t give a damn about being soft or gentle but for once can admit he fucked himself up. another soft curse muttered to the rough sea, the night and rocks back. exhaustion came quickly upon him, his body felt limp but not entirely limp. he was told to stay awake so he tried his best to push to stay awake. the officer's head lolled back as he squints at the dark horizon he just couldn't do it . . . he couldn't bring himself to kill her or maybe he was just not focused at all. ( a truth ) the recruiter's endless scolding hit directly to his chest. he was correct, in a way. he didn't shoot her and never had he did but give useless jabs of stabs, he had completely forgotten the gun on the floor but worse yet he was entirely drunk . he couldn't help at remember glimpse of the island, 011’s face... god he hated it so much it was starting to make him hate everything again. ‘ ack— god damnit. careful it fucking hurts. ’ the pain had struck him again he let his head fall forward again while his chest heaved from short breaths.

‘ i really would've gotten her, i thought it was over for her and she almost had no escape. ’ but yes keep the drunken state and confidence up while fighting ... it’s the best thing he could do. a sigh almost as if he was dissatisfied with his actions, a glance from his half lidded look; he managed to open them up to fully see the other's eyes. ‘ but y'know .. ’ fingers digging into the rough wood as the boat rocked them at a much calmer movement than before. beads of sweat slicked his forehead and temples, ‘ you really didn't need to do .. all of this. ’ he didn't expect to get saved at all.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver. / for recruiter + jungsuk ! ( i think this can go ... reversed as well ? 👀 it's up to you . )

the boat is too shaky , keeps knocking over strong waves and yejun has no choice but to grip onto the edge of the boat to keep himself still and focused . eventually he glances back at the soldier that's riding the boat ─ a trusted man , who will get shot by yejun when they reach their destination . he presses into the wound , blood soaking the cloth , the island burns behind them and yejun doesn't bother to turn around and look at the great smoke rising off it . ‘ you need to stay awake . ‘ there was no trace of his usual behavior ; nothing sweet nor playful about the way he's treating this situation . his reddened fingers tremble , glancing up again to see nothing but black waters around them .

there's a lamp near them and another is with the captain , he pulls the cloth away once and seeing the amount of blood that's oozed out of the wound makes him let out a shaky breath . ‘ hey you . stop the boat for a while . ‘ the captain glances at him and yejun sends him a stare ; unwavering and intimidating . the boat slows down , the engine not roaring and the waters moving gently around them . it's eerily silent , save for the quiet sounds of the sea , and yejun's hands tearing away the plastic wrapper of the needles . the standard things that had to be present in every boat from the island , this one was no different . he takes his blazer off , loosens his tie as he knees by the older man and unzips his tracksuit . ‘ i need to clean it first . ‘ obsessively careful , determined . thought that doesn't mean he won't curse while he's pushing the cloth away from the man's shoulder . ‘ fucking idiot .. tell me you shot her in the fucking head you little puppy . what ? you couldn't step on the snake's head before it bit you in the ass ? idiot . ‘ hissing , mouth full of insults despite how gentle his touch is . his skin glistening with sweat , wiping his temple with the back of his hand . ‘ stay still .. ‘

* nonverbal prompts. accepting