“I'm definitely doing something stupid”

Taehyung curses under his breath, blowing out puffs of air to keep himself warm. The weather was unnaturally cold today, the winds blowing so hard as if they had a plan to take some buildings along them.

He has been standing here, leaning against his bike which had a fake number plate. It was an undeveloped raw narrow road, covered by trees from both sides. It was big enough for a truck to pass but the speed would be very slow and very high chances of running into wild animals. There weren't any tigers or similar animals but people had often encountered a stag, wolf or a bear.

In the morning many people passed through the place but at night there wasn't any sign of a living being which could be called a human. You see, the place looks no less than the ones in those horror movies where a bunch of guys go on a road trip and then there car fucks up in the middle of an isolated road and well, you know the rest of the story. Shit goes down.

Then why is Taehyung here? Well, because as much as normal people like to avoid this place because of how isolated it is. Some interesting people love to use it for all the same reason.

It's isolated, no one would come except for alcoholics or druggies and their suppliers. It's always the rich ones, celebrities, their kids, politicians, idols, actors. All those ones who'll never like the world to know about what they do, who will lose their shit if it got out in public that they are druggies.

Those are the ones who do the wrongs in the illusion of darkness, thinking no one will see their crimes and they'll be free to act like the saint in the morning.

Taehyung is looking exactly for those kinds. They never buy a small amount. Even the most expensive illegal drug — Cocaine —  is purchased in about a kilogram. And even if they take others such as Heroin or LSD it'll definitely cost above 15 million. The simple reason behind buying these drugs in large quantities is, they can't move back and forth for a small dose when they can simply buy it in large amounts and keep it stored.

Taehyung is waiting for just one person like that, one person can solve his problems and that's all he needs. It's crazy, he knows. It's risky, unhinged but you do what you gotta do. Taehyung can recognize them. When you've been in this world for so long, it becomes easy to distinguish who belongs here and who doesn't.

He has his gun wrapped around his hand, eyes darting towards the side of the road, feeling a car come his way. Taehyung gulped, hands tightening around the revolver as he slowly got in position.

The racer took a deep breath to calm his heart, which felt like it was five seconds away from jumping out of his mouth. Gosh, this is a lot scarier than he expected. He was going to raid someone, fuck, could he back out now?

Was it okay to raise his hand in surrender, let out a big “Fuck this shit, i’m out” when the supposedly ticket for his 15 million won or more was not even five minutes away?

Taehyung gulps, feeling the way a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead, leaving a trail of tickles on its way. The racer’s eyes squint as the headlight falls over his face from the car coming on its way.

This is it, Do it for him. Do it for a man like your dad.

Taehyung raises his hand, fingers tightening around the trigger as he aims for the wheels. His aim isn’t perfect. Neither will it be easy to get a perfect shoot in such darkness but he’ll try, gosh he has to try. There’s no other way.

The driver on the other side might be armed, might be more than one or two persons, maybe the whole car is filled with people. Maybe they are far more experienced then he is, maybe they’ll easily take him down and he’ll be found dead in the bushes by the next day. It hasn't even passed more than a few seconds but it feels as if his whole life passed in front of his eyes in those few seconds.

This is a bad idea, a very fucking bad idea and though Taehyung doesn't have very religious beliefs he damn fucking hopes the stars align for him and he’ll get away safely, hopefully with a briefcase full of cash.

“Fuck it”

A curse leaves from his mouth and without a second thought, Taehyung shoots at those air filled tubes. He misses the first bullet but the loud noise that came from the nuzzle was enough to scare the shit out of the driver and make him lose his control over the car.

Taehyung curses and shoots again, almost out of his thoughts. This time it hit the tire, it’s amusing how he wasn't able to hit it when the car was as steady as a moving car could get but was able to when it wasn't even in the control of the owner.

Taehyung doesn't get time to understand or calculate where the vehicle will stop because it was already crashing against a tree, around 7 feet away from him. Taehyung keeps his hands raised, gun pointed at the window of the vehicle as he takes cautious steps towards it.

Fuck, he hopes he hasn't fucking killed the driver that’ll be another big problem from him.

“Listen! I have no interest in killing you man, so just come out” Taehyung calls out when he’s only 5 steps away from reaching for the handle and opening the door.

“If you think you can pull any shit on me, I swear I won’t hesitate to shoot. Come out” Taehyung feels his hands turn chammy but he doesn't dare take them off the gun, that’s the only thing which makes him feel secure and he had the upper hand in this situation.

He hears a loud groan and then the door is opening and a male is coming out, raising his hands up in surrender and the racer feels a little amount of his fear subside. He needs to get his control.

Taehyung notices the wound on his forehead even in the dark, blood is steadily dripping down his face and if Taehyung had a clear view he could see the scratches the male has gotten. It's a white vintage car, so well polished and slick that it feels like it's straight out of Queen Elizabeth's youth.

“You are making a big mistake here, guy. Just walk away and I won’t do anything. Just leave. You wouldn't like to—”

“Shut up!” Taehyung roars, ignoring the way the thick voice sounds of someone Who is quite old, maybe above fifty but Taehyung is too forgone to pay attention to any of that.

“Do you have cash?”

“This is not—”

“DO YOU HAVE FUCKING CASH?” Taehyung threatens with the gun, shaking it in his direction.

“Fuck, yes I do. Just—”

“How much?”

“Fifty million won”

“Good, give me thirty outta it and I'll let you go alright?

“I— What? Are you out of your mind?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Now do it and we can all walk out. No harm done yeah?” Taehyung says.

“You’re fucking delusional i’m not—” Taehyung fires near his feet, eyes screwing shut for a nanosecond then he looks at the unknown male and cocks a smile, pointing the barrel back on the male.

“You saying?”

“Alright, Fuck I’ll do it just keep that shit away from me okay?”

“Good—” The male is about to go back to his car when Taehyung hears a thunderstrike which makes him look up. He turns to see a small ray of light from a long distance and The racer immediately feels panic rush through his veins.

Taehyung doesn't know what happened next, one second he was looking behind him, the next second the person he had at gunpoint was jumping on him and the last thing he knew was a loud gunshot ringing in his ears.

The gasp that Taehyung let out was foreign to his own ears as he watched the man slowly fall flat on his back and then there’s a pool of blood.

The thunder light strikes again showcasing the pale face of the male, Well now, dead male. He had his eyes open, like a soccer ball ready to pop out of its socket, face smudged with blood and now dirt.

Taehyung dropped the gun, walking back in shock at what he had just done. The male — he — He killed someone.

God, Fuck. Taehyung killed someone. Shit shit shit shit. It was a bad fucking idea. Fuck what has he done. Murder, fuck he murdered someone.

The racer was too shocked to realise when a motorbike was parked behind him and a man slowly, cautiously walked towards him.

“Taehyung?”

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