Chickens cluck. Cows moo. Ducks quack. These are the sounds Jisung is used too, all he knows for the longest time really.

But, guns, they are quite different. It is not just a loud bang!

It's a lightning bolt in the size of a nut, traveling at speed of a race car in peak.

It sounds like a heart attack, whatever comes after is determined by luck. Either death or pain.

Everything unfolds so quickly before Han's eyes. So fast, that the pictures are playing in slow motion infront of him. Mr Kimhan's whipped cream has met the floor, dishes crash and shatter. Screams of terror fill the diner.

Two gunshots sounded as warning. The warnings worked. Everyone was on the floor. Squirming, pleading and some older aunties even wailing.

"My child this is not the way to-

"Shut the fuck up" The masked robber simply says softly. He doesn't shout, and it's this calmness that scares Han.

He gets gasps in return. They murmur about his lack of respect, as their lives are in risk of being cut short.

Jisung is transfixed. A teapot in one hand and the other in the air. He can't move. He has never been taught on how to behave in situations like these.

"Jisung" The robber says with ease, slowly stalking around the diner filled with terrified customers. He treats it like his playground.

The waiter is more than suprised. There's no other Jisung in the diner besides him right now. There's no other Jisung in Boa. How does this criminal know his name?

"Stop looking so surprised, you're wearing a name tag are you not ?" The masked intruder says, walking closer to Jisung over a dead silence.

He doesn't hesitate to kick a few men out of his way when approaching Jisung. He really is a horrible man.

Then again, Jisung doesn't suppose that robbers and thieves are kind and polite.

He is closer now. Jisung eyes widen at the close proximity, he can see his phoenix eyes and the cunning nature that lie behind them.

"Here. Collect. The money in the cash register too" The robber says to him, whispering. He hands Jisung a black sack that had been folded neatly. His tone of softness does not match the evil he is committing.

Jisung can't do this. Taking from the people he loves and adores, even if it isn't directly his fault.

"No... please I can't -

Jisung tried. Tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. He tried to plead. But a strong, large, and rough hand finds his cheeks.

He squeezes his plump round cheeks as if to pop Jisung's face into two. It hurts. The touch. The fear. Everything hurts right now.

"I won't ask twice sweetcheeks" The man says, roughly shoving the petrified waiter to the customers on the floor.

"All money and Jewellery in the bag. Let me find anyone hiding anything, and you will have a bullet in your brain."

This is so bad. Jisung's heart shatters when he reaches Mrs Kimhan. She is wearing her ring, a ring she'd show off because Donny got it for her.

The sack is full of coins, paper notes, and rings from the Aunties. Most of them are widows.

"I'm sorry" Jisung tries, but it comes weak and hushed.

"Quickly Jisung'ah" This man makes sure to taunt him.

It is as angering as it is terrifying.

Mr Kimhan is about to get up, sneakily, knife in hand. But Jisung is quick enough to see it.

"Noooo" Jisung screams, attempting to hold the old man who abruptly charges at the robber.

But everything is happening so quickly. Pain shocking him as blood oozes from his thigh. The third gunshot of the lunch hour sends everyone into frenzy of wails and screams.

"I'll do it myself then" The sighs, pushing aside a wide-eyed Donny, who was crying at the accident he had caused.

He had cut Jisung. The red stained knife he threw down immediately laid on the checkered tiles in lament.

"Stop trying to be heroes, I'm the hero in this story" The monster cackles.

No one else is laughing. What's so funny? Making the elderly cry and plead for mercy ?

The robber takes Mrs Kimhan's shaking hand, kisses it lovingly, and proceeds to remove the ring off her marital finger.

"Don't touch my wife. I'll kill you" Mr Kimhan rages, but it falls upon deaf ears, as the robber takes his bag and makes his way to the door.

He's about to leave when Taerae finally shows from the back kitchen.

Where had he been all this time ? Still cooking?

"I've pressed the security alert. Police will be here shortly, and live footage of you has been recorded. You chose the wrong diner mother'fucker " Taerae says over a dead silence.

It's the only diner in Boa. You'd swear that Taerae thinks he is in a movie or something like that.

"Oh. Hey there... I didn't see you " The robber says.

He smoothly strides over to Jisung again.

This time wrapping that very same hand over his waist. Pulling him closer roughly.

"I'll be taking him with. He stays alive if you follow orders" The robbers starts. Something in his tone has changed. He is no longer as playful as before.

Taerae is visibly shocked, and fearful to say the least.  His eyes become comically wide

"Delete the footage. Tell the cops it was a false alarm and wait ten minutes before leaving the diner. All of you. Pretend this never happened" He says with finality.

"Take the waiter, I don't care-

"So he dies today then-

The cold metal of the gun presses against Jisung's head. He can already see the grim Reaper reaching for him...

"Wait. Wait. Wait. I'll do it. I'll do it. Please don't kill Sung" Taerae panicked. His voice has never been this loud ever.

"Good. Let's go Sweetcheeks" 

"Remember, one wrong move and I'll send Jisung back in pieces. Limb for limb. " He adds for emphasis.

And so he grabs Jisung's hand.

They walk out normally as if this had been a regular occurrence.

A/N
Long ass chapter.

(Unedited) pls bear with me 😭