Prologue. 

There was a visible flash, the spit-back of the pistol sending him staggering a step back. It shattered the air in stark contrast to the shrieking of the birds that scattered from the noise, and covered him in the impenitent nature of his own self, as he stood tasting his own blood that trickled from his cheek.

The sharp stench of death followed the shot, as the round man fell before him, a clean bullet hole marking his temple. He looked no more than the age of 50, had a full beard but no hair atop his head.

He stood over the man, his face showing no regret or emotion towards him. Using his shoe, he kicked the man to where he lied on his back and observed his face.

The beard, the age, the clean head.

Crimson-colored memories filled his mind with his eyes cracking in sudden fury, a flurry of emotions triggered from the face of the man. Without a second thought, he brought out his pistol and shot the man twice more, a violent roar of the earth rumbling which each blow.

He quickly turned away from the corpse lying in front of him, feeling a rush of blood run to his head. He felt no remorse or emotion, neither regret nor thrill. This was his 86th kill. Slowly, he turned back around, taking a marker out of his pocket. He scribbled one word on the man’s forehead, Gunmetal.

That’s what he goes by to the people in Seoul, the name itself sends fear throughout the city. No one has ever seen his face, but the people of Korea spread tales of the killer “Gunmetal”, how if you get close enough to see the glint of the jet-black gunmetal of his pistol, you were already dead.

He was dangerous. He was unpredictable. He is dark.

He is Lee Taemin.

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Author's Corner

Hello everyone! I hope y'all will enjoy my fanfiction, and grow with my story and me as an author. 

Lee Taemin is my absolute and ultimate bias, and yay! 

Here is a gif of him in farewell!

Until next time~ 

- Exoexoverdose