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Jeongin lifts his head up to feel the rain, covering his cigarette with his hand so it doesn’t get put out. He lowers it a couple seconds later, feeling like a dumb-ass with his hand over this mouth in a dark alleyway. He chuckles to himself, putting his hood over his head. He brushes his hair behind his ears, untangling it from the jade piercings.
He looks down at his long-ass duffel bag and smirks. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
No, Jeongin wasn’t burying a body. Nor was he planning a kidnapping. He was in fact, spray painting. It was his hobby after all. And he was one stubborn bastard. So even though it wasn’t the most ideal weather for graffiti, he’d be damned if he’d come out all this way and walked this far with at least 5 terrified women clutching their purses at him to not get this design up.
He grunted as he clipped the last sheet to the lamppost. Now, logically speaking, this should have been impossible but as stated previously, Jeongin was one stubborn bastard. (Well, not impossible..but very difficult.) He stand satisfied, patting himself on the back as he looked over this makeshift roof..which was actually just a few poorly tied sheets clipped to 2 lampposts..But it worked nonetheless.
So, Jeongin pulled out his phone. He clicked on photos and scrolled through his album titled, ‘Designs by me’ until he found the one he was looking for. Jeongin pressed on the horizontal image. He smiled in satisfaction, pleased with the way it came out. He had spent hours on this one in particular, readjusting it over and over until he was satisfied. A woman, falling. From where? They wouldn’t know. Jeongin didn’t know, either. A roof? A cliff? She was just falling. Droplets of tears fell in front of her in smaller oval like shapes and a bright red dress flowed above her as she fell. In correspond to her bright red toenails and fingernails, Jeongin decided to make her barefoot.
He had at first added a dark black sandal slipping off her right foot, but decided to remove it. She had a smile on her long face that framed her long, white hair. Her dark brown skin really popping out in corespondent to the brighter colors. He took one last look at the image before he closed it. He crouched down and opened his paints, sparkle in his eye and he held back a squeal at all the new colors he had bought from the help of his wonderful patreons.
Oh, right. Jeongin was a creator. He went under the pen name, I.N. He was an anonymous graffiti artist that was known for his creative artwork. On his Instagram, which had recently hit 500k followers, he did a gender reveal. He had taken a picture with only his jawline and neck in the photo.
https://images.app.goo.gl/cUQMukZQwZMqJp6P6
(imagine this but cropped.)
You could imagine how his supporters reacted.
i.nfanpage4356 : KDOSKDNSKDKDDMFNDJSJ ARE WE SEEING THIS?
He still couldn’t believe there were enough usernames with “infanpage” to the point where they had to add random numbers. (Ok maybe that was a bit of a stretch.)
He had already finished college with a degree in graphic design, but he wasn’t really planning on using it any time soon. He would never be able to thank his supporters enough for everything they’ve done for him. He would always be grateful. One day, he would do a face reveal. But he’s sure at least 60% of his enemies from high school follow him, and he was scared of the type of embarrassing shit they’d spill about him if they knew who he was.
Anyways, back to the spray painting.
He shoved his AirPods into both ears and clicked his SoundCloud playlist labeled, ‘painting’, before pausing. To express his emotion and try and get into the feel of this artwork, he played another love by Tom Odell. He would usually listen to it slow with rain, but since there was already rain in the background, he just clicked the slow version. Jeongin had cried to this song more than once under his covers, nobody needed to know that though…
Usually while painting or sketching, he would play a certain song he felt correlated to the feel of the artwork. Upbeat songs for more happier sketches and sadder songs with more deeper-ish, depressing works. And others, just a lofi playlist with rain as he drew mindlessly. He liked to let go in the feel of the music, and let his pen do the work for him. He would occasionally scroll Pinterest for a certain theme he wanted to go by. Whether it was more darkish or more pinkish. He always gave credits to references in his posts.
Jeongin hummed along to the song as he sprayed white and started to shape out the hair. “Wanna’ take you somewhere so you know I care.” He mumbled the lyrics to himself as he switched between paints, “All my tears have been used up..” He used a smaller can to outline whitish-blue drops of rain around her, asking himself if he wanted to try something different. He thought about how he could revive the painting if he screwed it up.
”You only live once.” He muttered, grabbing a stencil and painting over small dotted stars above her in the sky. He removed it, spraying small black lines down her eyes and using a small brush to blend it-to give off an appearance like smudged mascara. He stepped back, looking over it before smiling in satisfaction. He quickly pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of half the face and uploading it to his story with the words ‘soon’.
Jeongin was adding a darker red to the shadows of the dress when he heard it. BANG. He startled, dropping his can. He looked around to his right and felt his heartbeat start to race. Maybe it was just a firework. A part of his brain told him. Yeah in the midst of December? Another part said. He was about to reach for his makeshift cover, to pull it down when he saw it. “W-wait..p-please!” A frantic voice called. “Yeah, I’m sure those children said the same thing to you when you shoved them in a van and shipped them across the damn country.” A angry voice yelled back, laced with venom. The older sounding voice let out a nervous laugh, “Come on, what do you want? M-money? I got that-“ Grunt. Jeongin could only watch in shock as the tall figure punched the older male in the face, frozen. “I want you dead, asshole. Burn in hell.” The man screamed loud and piercing before a gunshot resounded through the alleyway, cutting it short.
Jeongin’s eyes widened in terror as he stepped back once, twice, before slipping on the can he dropped previously, letting out a yelp as he tried to balance himself. He fell on his ass, groaning as he heard the young sounding voice groan, “Shit.” Jeongin scrambled, trying too find his footing when the other threatened him, “Don’t move.” Jeongin stopped immediately as the boy came into view. His long blond hair was tied back and a short piece framed his face, loose. His lip was busted and he had a gun in hand. Jeongin was ready to beg for his life when the boy spoke again, “Say a word and your dead.” He slammed his lips shut and bit his lip until it drew blood, the pain grounding himself in the life-or-death situation.
”Hyunjin?! What happen-“ The blonde boy’s eyes widened, or Hyunjin, as he turned around and made a “Shh” gesture with his lips to his mouth. The damage was already done though. “Fuck! Now we have to kill him, you dumbass!” The shorter male whined, “How was I supposed to know?!” Blondie, or Hyunjin, rolled his eyes. “I killed the douchebag but I didn’t even notice this guy was here until he had already seen everything. He hadn’t even heard my name though, dipshit!” The chubby cheeked boy groaned, “Well now he knows!” Jeongin heard a slap and a “Ow!” He was still too scared to open his eyes. He had closed them when he saw Hyunjin.
“Not helping, dumbass!” Hyunjin remarked. The other stuck his tounge out. Hyunjin made a fist and pretended to hit him and the other flinched away, eyes wide. It was kind of cute. Another pair of footsteps came up behind them and a deeper voice called out, “Hyunjin! Jisung! What happened? Why are you taking so long?” Jisung and Hyunjin both groaned in sync. “You dumbass!” They both yelled. The freckled boy with the deep voice eyes’ widened. “What did I do?” Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair, taking out the tie, exasperated.
“This is un-fucking-believable.” The freckled boy’s eyes widened as he looked at Jeongin, the dead body across from Hyunjin, and Jeongin again. “Fuck.” Hyunjin sighed. “Let’s just kill him.” He said, turning the gun to Jeongin. Jeongin felt himself tear up as he opened his eyes, desperate. “Please, no.” Felix slapped the back of his head and Jeongin flinched as if the gun would set off then and there. “We can’t just kill an innocent person!” Hyunjin groaned. “But he saw, what else can we do?” Jisung spoke up, “Let’s just take him with us? That way he can’t go to the police about anything or tell anybody.” Felix’s eyes brightened up and he nodded. “Yeah, let’s just take him with us.”
Hyunjin rolled his eyes before turning to Jeongin. “It’s your lucky day.” Jeongin felt dread sink into his gut and he tried to back up. The last thing he saw was Hyunjin’s smirk as he was knocked unconscious.