Here are a few facts about bullets and guns:

1. 9 mm bullets travel at 830 mph. Faster than the speed of sound.
2. Gunpowder was invented in China.
3.Guns are dangerous ( no shit Sherlock)

Also here's are a few facts about Jisung:

1. He's not pulling the trigger to that gun. He knows what he is. A coward.
2. Fact one is a fact.
3. He knows cowards live longer.

The plan for the second operation is simple. Minho explained that for every small or medium scale robbery occuring in Stayville City, another greater heist is either being carried out or being set up.

The sunny and vibrant harmony of this particular Sunday is poetically polarising. It's one of those that sets stage for people to want to go out and visit parks, malls, communal swimming pools and etc.

The sunny day has been a scarcity in these parts. Even Jisung can tell how gloomy this city was, and that's telling because he had been around for a few weeks and counting.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Chan asked with concern.

Chan was an eerily quiet character. Any encounter with Chan had been volunteered by Minho. It's funny because, he said a whole bunch when he was tricking Jisung at the police station.

They are in a van. They are: Felix, Jisung, Chan and Jeongin.

"Minho is worried his little pookie bear will be hurt in the process isn't he? We're just going to be borrowing these nice people's money is all. Nothing too serious." Jeongin said both menacingly and mockingly.

The straight look on his sculptured face and the comedic pitchy tone do not match. Jeongin is not normal. Obviously. Calling a robbery a- "borrowing of money" - is insane.

"Can we get this over with ? I have a manicure appointment after this" Felix voiced, he's in his own little world. He checks his nails dramatically and frowns a little at the dated nail art.

Jisung can't understand why Felix is involved in any of this, much less his stripper job. He's rich. Why is Felix doing any of this willingly? Is he indebted to Minho?

The lovely shoes he wears grace the crusty musty floor of he darkened van. It's interior is just black. One that is expected of kidnappers and criminals.

"I'll leave you guys to it. Remember, no panicking. Police are likely to be alerted almost immediately. That's what we want." Chan stated.

He would know. He's a whole double agent pretending to be police.

"That's my cue...See you later Sunshine and you too Hannie" Jeongin quipped after the buzzing of his mobile pulled at his attention. He had winked at Felix and Jisung both.

Felix rolled his eyes with a curt smile. Jisung just stared, overwhelmed by Jeongin's usual flirting.

"No bye-bye for me ?" Chan asked uninterestedly, facing the windshield as he was sitting in the front driver's seat

"Nope. You cheated me at poker you cheating cheater...fuck you mother'fucker!" of course Jeongin had a sailors tongue.

Chan paid him no mind and took the higher-

"Fuck you too.... you're lousy at every casino game to ever exist!" Chan seethed, still not turning to look at them.

Jeongin opened the backdoor with a loud tsk leaving his lips, hopped out and
flashed double middle fingers at a unaware Chan.

"Leave I.N, I know that you're still here" Chan sighed.

So he did. Leave that is.

"Caps on, mask on once you're in"

•

Taerae's diner was humble and small. Jisung knows evey nook and cranny of that place, since it feels like he had spent his whole life there.

The diner however is so different from the restaurant that they had entered. They were ushered in by another worker of the place through the back entrance that was less posh looking.

The interior and ambience of the this restaurant however, could not be rivalled. It was incredibly a spectacle to behold. The incredible beauty of the place place screamed wealth and high quality.

Spanning over a large acre of land, and healing art pieces, fancy chandelier-like lights, prettily designed sitting and dining areas, it all felt like a movie set up.

Chan wouldn't go in with them. He needed to keep up his 'police officer' front.

Felix and Jisung entered to the main area of the general customers, with caps on to cover up their faces.

Chatter and lively banter poured out in the place as it seemed to be a quite busy brunch hour. Soft violin played in the background, and befittingly Felix was swaying his head to it.

Normally this would amuse Jisung, but hell, nervous is his middle name as of now. He's about commit a crime. He volunteered to do it too, although Minho had adamantly told him no.

The two go unsuspected as everyone seems to mind their own business in this place.

"Ready?" Felix asked, as they had sat a centre table in the establishment.

"No"

"Oh well"

The people here are really self-absorbed and living in their own little bubbles. No one thought to suspect or question two young under-dressed men entering such a place ?

"Everyone on the ground please"

Don't let the 'please' confuse confuse you. Felix had in fact shouted at the top of his lungs.

And the surrounding ladies, couples and families having brunch were startled at the out-of-place noise.

There problem is no one was moving. And Jisung knew he needed to do more. Do what Minho had done that day in the diner, put the living fear of Satan in people's heart

"Hands in the air!" The air smells lovely. Like expensive wine and English breakfast.

He had whipped out the pistol Minho gave him. It's unloaded but no one needs to know that. Holding it, he remembers how Minho taught him to hold it. Jisung remembers the unsaid plea for help in Minho's eyes as he spoke about Emily.

Jisung is scared. This is real life. Children are crying, waiters are shocked and panicking, the customers are beginning to murmer and plead in fear of losing their lives.

"I said hands in fucking air! Now" Jisung screamed, cocking the the shiny black pistol and clicking on the safety of the handgun.

The crowd in the restaurant responded with a chorus of screams and cries as expected. Just as tables were rattling and shaking in this place, the tables had turned for Jisung. This time Jisung was a perpetrator and not the victim.

Adrenaline. Dopamine. And all the works coursing through his veins. His heart beating at 110 bpm. It's all so sudden, but here he is, holding a gun and wearing a pink woolen balaclava.

Felix had put on a purple one. He loves the colour purle.

A/N
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Pain - PinkPantheress