Mafia!au (completed)
lan·guor
/ˈlaNG(ɡ)ər/
The state or feeling, often pleasant, of tiredness or inertia.
'If this languid feeling is because of you, let me feel it down my veins longer.'
#1 on #chenle 23/12/2020
#1 on #nctchenle 23/12/2020
#1 on #n...
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"So?" Jeno asked.
His stunning figure caught me off guard but i spare no time to admire it.
"This."
I put the design on his desk.
His eyes scanned through the design.
"Hah, i wouldn't be able to make such brilliant improvement, this is amazing!"
He clasped my hands. His eyes sparkling as if it was glittered with stars.
I pull my hands hesistantly.
"You are actually a genius!" He said.
"Umm..." i began to feel weird because of the sudden change of atmosphere.
"This, the thing that you add, might be the best improvement this patented bomb could have," Jeno said whilst pointing at the design.
"It was already patented, wouldn't it be illegal to launch the improvement?" I asked with my shaky voice.
"You know, we do more of those than you'd think."
He winks at me.
The mood was better but somehow that made myself emotionaly unstable.
I struggled to keep my anxiety inside. Tears welled up my eyes. The realization of what i had done made me regret of loving the only thing that kept me sane, weapons.
Weapons are the only thing i hold on to. But that love turned out to be the bullet that would end my life this way.
Ah.
Maybe its just that i am stupid enough to shine a spotlight to myself.
Haha.
How ironic.
I gasp for air as i cry without making a sound. I remembered Chenle's face. The face that i have to bow to for the rest of my life.
But there are no guarantee my life would be that long.
The rest of my life sounded empty to my ears because of that.
"Hey, don't cry, oh no!"
Jeno grabbed my shoulder. His fingers are fidgeting lightly.
"Please don't cry, i don't know what to do!" He sighed in frustration.
He walked out of the door behind me.
"Jaem, help!" He screamed.
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A few seconds later someone pats my head.
"Don't cry~"
"Sorry..." i said while rubbing off my tears.
"No, i know you are struggling." The boy said while still patting my head.
"Umm, let's just breeze this through?" Jeno said while pointing at the design.
"Right, you won't believe how scary Chenle can get," said the other boy.
"Yeah," i replied.
"My name is Jaemin, call me Jaem or Honey."
Jaemin playfully smiled at me. I want to thank him that eased the atmosphere.
Ding!
A sound came from Jaemin's phone.
"Oh crap, Chenle heard all the ruckus, better to continue right now you guys, good luck!"
Jaemin had left us alone.
"So this is-
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We continued talking about the bomb until a few hours passed by. Jeno seems like a chill guy. He smiles a lot. Like A LOT.
I trail behind Jeno after we finished. He lead me to big hallway that connected the room outside his office to a room that looks like a guest room.
Except it is as big as a ballroom.
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This building is gloomy except for Jeno's office as far as i can tell.
The room is dim lighted. The soft rays penetrates the window from the grey sky. Chenle is sitting on a chair that looks more like a throne.
This room is extravagant. Something that would come out from Harry Potter.
Jaemin is sitting with the boy that offered gun and dagger to Chenle earlier.
The other two are sitting on the piano chairs. Chatting with each other.
