[B18] PUT YOUR VENOM IN ME (3/3)
Prompt Code: B18
Title: put your venom in me
The boot on his foot drags across the carpet of the bank as he walks inside. He doesn’t have to look up to notice the stares, the accusing eyes, the looks that say I know what you did, and you should be ashamed. Jongin walks straight past Sehun’s desk without saying a word. For once in his life, he sends no one a smile. It would hurt to try anyways, with his split lip, his black eye, and the large bruise marring his cheek. Junmyeon wanted to make sure he would stay quiet, and he got what he wanted.
It’s been only two days, and Jongin had to miss one day of work to visit the hospital since it was obvious that his ankle was twisted. He couldn’t exactly say what had happened when the doctor asked, so he lied and said it was a bad fall down a few stairs. The doctor didn’t look convinced.
And on the news this morning, Corporal Junmyeon came out with the statement from the police that they had caught the man responsible for assisting the drug lord and running an illegal club, and Kyungsoo’s face was displayed on the television for all to see. With that knowledge, it’s not hard for people to look down on Jongin now and guess exactly where his injuries came from. It’s what he gets for challenging the government is the general thought of the public.
Jongin drags himself through the next two weeks painfully. He doesn’t eat well, doesn’t sleep well. His parents don’t answer the phone when he calls, and Sehun only glares at him when he tries to approach. His only solace is lying on the couch in the empty apartment and watching the news in hopes of seeing Kyungsoo. He just wishes he could do something, but he has no idea what the government are planning to do to Kyungsoo, or if he’ll ever know. Sometimes people just disappear from the public eye once the government takes them.
Some nights Jongin lies in bed and stares at the empty pillow where Kyungsoo used to lie beside him, and sometimes he buries his face in the pillow, breathing in the familiar scent of his boyfriend’s shampoo that still lingers there. When he can’t sleep, he curls up and cries. He cries because he’s too weak to do anything. Jongin has to accept that Kyungsoo is gone, but he can’t. It’s not fair that they took him just like that.
He also spends some time just thinking, thinking about how Kyungsoo lied to him even though he promised no more lies. Jongin’s hurt that Kyungsoo didn’t trust him, but he supposes that maybe Kyungsoo didn’t know how to tell him, especially about the drug money. Either way, he can’t spend time being angry at a man who’s locked up. Jongin just hopes Kyungsoo isn’t suffering.
His savior comes in the form of a sudden breaking news two weeks after Kyungsoo’s incarceration. It’s four in the afternoon, and Jongin is passing time in the form of lying on the couch and reading one of Kyungsoo’s books. He’s reading about cell therapy when he hears the name Do Kyungsoo emanate from the television. Jongin instantly tosses the boring book to the side and sits up to watch the news anchors.
“We’ve just learned from an official statement from Corporal Kim Junmyeon that Do Kyungsoo has been issued a death sentence. They will have him in holding for a week at the New Seoul Prison before sentencing him officially. Do Kyungsoo was…” The woman goes on to talk about what he was convicted of, but Jongin can only focus on the fact that he now knows where Kyungsoo is, and he only has a week to do something about it.
But what to do?
Head in his hands, Jongin tries to think of some way to get to Kyungsoo, but he knows there’s no way he could sneak into a high-security prison and rescue Kyungsoo without any problem. Jongin has never even done anything remotely risky in his life, and he was completely useless in trying to stop Kyungsoo from being taken away. What’s the point of trying if he knows he won’t get within several kilometers of Kyungsoo before being taken into custody?
And then it occurs to him, and Jongin springs up from the couch. The boot on his leg is finally gone, so he’s able to rush through the hallway and to Kyungsoo’s old study. He flips on the lights and moves to sit in the leather chair at the desk. It’s covered in a myriad of papers and documents, things for the hospital, and Jongin searches through them all hurriedly, looking for something specific - some information that will lead him to finding someone who can help him.
When his search turns up empty, Jongin starts opening the drawers of the desk, only finding useless items like more books, pens, random notes, documents. He continues to the rest until he reaches the last larger drawer on the left. Tugging on the handle, he finds that it’s locked.
“Key, key, where’s the key…” Jongin mumbles to himself as he looks back through the previous places he searched before impatiently giving up and grabbing a letter opener. He stabs it into the keyhole and wrenches the blade back and forth, jerking on the handle of the drawer simultaneously.
It busts open eventually, a bit of the wood chipping, and the first thing that greets Jongin’s eyes is a black case. Furrowing his brows, he takes it out and places it on desk in front of him. He unclips the locks and opens it only to startle at the sight of a small silver pistol and extra rounds. Kyungsoo has a gun?
Jongin turns his focus back to the drawer and sifts through more documents, finding that this is indeed where Kyungsoo hid all of the secret transactions and trades for his club and for the money passed back and forth between him and the drug lord. Some of the values of money are so shocking that Jongin can’t even believe how Kyungsoo managed to hide this. It makes Jongin wonder how much that Cloud 9 drug was really worth.
He doesn’t find what he is really looking for until he reaches the bottom of the drawer and finds an extremely old phone - the type that flips open with buttons. Jongin’s only seen one like this in movies. It has to be what Kyungsoo used to stay in contact with people from the other side, and it’s what Jongin needs. Flipping the phone open, the small screen illuminates and comes up with the home screen that’s simply a default wallpaper. Jongin almost goes to tap the screen before he realizes he has to press the buttons with this old model. It takes him a bit to figure out, but eventually he gets to the contacts page.
There are only three contacts: BBH, KHN, and WYF. Jongin stares at them, not knowing how to decode who these people are. It’s obviously initials, but Jongin didn’t know anyone’s full names from the club. With the first one selected, his thumb hovers over the call button. It could be Baekhyun? BH? Jongin just hopes that his last name starts with B too.
He presses the button and holds the phone to his ear, hearing it start to dial. It takes a while, and Jongin starts to think that maybe Baekhyun might not have made it out of the club okay until there’s a click and static.
“Boss? Kyungsoo?!” Baekhyun’s voice rings through at a rather loud, desperate volume.
“N-No, it’s me. It’s Jongin,” he replies, relieved that it really is Baekhyun.
“Jongin? Shit, I got my hopes up for nothing. I thought that maybe he busted his ass out of prison somehow,” Baekhyun laughs dryly.
“You heard?”
“Yeah, we might not have television around these parts, but Chanyeol told me the news. I can’t believe that fucker Junmyeon got to him so quickly.” Baekhyun lives in the slums of New Seoul, the outer parts that are filled with those who couldn’t afford to live outside the walls or in the inner city.
“Did everyone make it out okay?”
“We’re all in one piece, at least. Kris got shot in the shoulder, and Yixing got clipped in the thigh. We can’t show our faces though, so we’re in hiding. Chanyeol nearly got caught like Kyungsoo did, so he’s hiding out from the elites. Junmyeon’s got a target on his head too. What about you? I’m guessing Junmyeon didn’t take you in.”
“I’m…” Jongin doesn’t know how to reply to that. “I’m alive and breathing.”
Baekhyun snickers bitterly. “Aren’t we all? Either way, I think I know why you called me. Prison break out, huh?” Jongin can almost hear him grin.
“I - yeah. You’ll help?” Jongin gulps nervously. “I-I’ve never done anything like this, an-and I need help. I don’t…I can’t leave Kyungsoo to die.”
“They’re going to kill him?” Baekhyun gasps. Apparently, he hadn’t heard the breaking news.
“They sentenced him to death. We have a week until then.”
“Fuck,” Baekhyun lets out a ragged breath as he curses. “Give me a second, Jongin.” There’s a sound of the phone being put down, and Baekhyun shouting Kris’s name from a distance. Jongin waits patiently, trying to listen in on what’s going on but only hearing muffled voices. He only waits for a total of three minutes before the phone is picked up again.
It’s Kris’s deep, accented voice. “Jongin, I’m going to text you an address. I want you to meet us there on Tuesday at six o’clock on the dot. Bring whatever you need. We’re getting Kyungsoo back.”
On Tuesday evening, Jongin is scrambling to grab things he needs. His boss is nagging him and almost made Jongin stay later than he’s supposed to on Tuesdays. Mr. Choi has been glaring down at him since the news came out, and Jongin can guess easily that he doesn’t want Jongin as an employee anymore, but he can’t fire him without good reason. It doesn’t matter though. Jongin doubts he’ll ever be able to come back to this apartment or his job ever again after what he’s about to get himself into. He’ll miss his family and friends, but he’d give that up to save Kyungsoo’s life in a heartbeat.
He grabs his old school bag and stuffs some clothes inside and some hygiene products. He leaves his phone behind, knowing they could track him with it, and his wrist ID, having disabled it after a text from Kris on how to. Jongin’s last stop is Kyungsoo’s old study where he takes the old flip phone and it’s charger. He turns to exit the room but pauses as he passes the opened black case that displays the silver pistol. Jongin hesitates only momentarily before picking that up as well and placing it gingerly in the bag, zipping it up afterwards.
Jongin rushes out of the apartment after that, leaving behind his old life.
When he pulls up to the address in Kyungsoo’s old car, he’s both surprised and unsurprised that the location is an old warehouse in the middle of a rundown street. Jongin doesn’t spot anyone other than a man in ragged clothing smoking on the street corner. He looks oddly out of place here, still dressed in his suit that he wears to the bank regularly. He didn’t have time to change.
Jongin walks up to the rusted doors of the warehouse cautiously, looking around as if there could be someone watching. He thinks about just walking inside but decides it’s best to knock first and does just that. Not a moment later, the door cracks open, an eye appearing momentarily. Once the person recognizes him, the door is opened, revealing Chanyeol.
“What happened to you?” is the first thing out of his mouth as he ushers Jongin inside. Jongin isn’t shocked there. His black eye is still healing, and he doubts he looks his best due to the sleepless nights.
The warehouse is furnished nicely much like a large apartment. It’s nothing near the richness of Kyungsoo’s apartment, but it’s still better than what Jongin expected. There’s even a loft, though Jongin can’t see what’s up there. Seated on a U-shaped black couch are some of the men from the club - all of them friends of Kyungsoo’s that Jongin’s met at least once before.
“Fucking Junmyeon,” Baekhyun answers Chanyeol’s question for him once Jongin approaches.
“He always likes to push things too far,” Yixing sighs, curled up in the corner of the couch, a soft pink blanket covering him.
“I’m fine. It’s mostly healed,” Jongin replies, taking a seat shyly on one end of the couch, next to Baekhyun. He’s never been around these guys on his own and usually Kyungsoo did most of the talking. It’s not that he fears them; it’s just a little awkward.
“Alright, let’s get down to business,” Kris announces, walking over to the couch from where he was messing with something in the back of the warehouse. He takes a seat between Luhan and Chanyeol, clearly the organizer of this whole affair. “We all owe Kyungsoo a lot and consider him a great friend. We can’t just leave him to die, and Jongin asked for our help. Kyungsoo would want us to help him.”
“Hurry up, old man, we don’t have time to be all sentimental,” Chanyeol grumbles from beside him, earning a fierce glare from Kris himself.
“Anyways, I think that we can make this happen if we all work together. Yixing, you’ve been to the prison before, you know the map of the place inside and out. And Luhan can hack the technology used at the prison if we can get access to the controls. The rest of us will split up to divert attention from where Kyungsoo’s being held.” Kris spreads out drawn map across the table in front of the couch, and the others lean closer to peer at it.
“It’s drawn roughly, but this is what the prison looks like, from what I remember,” Yixing says, taking the reigns of the conversation. “It’s three floors, but I’m sure Kyungsoo will be on the third floor. That’s where most of the death row people are held.”
“That just makes it more difficult because we have to get through the bottom two floors,” Zitao muses.
“That’s why we’re going to go in from the roof,” Yixing replies. “If we can hack security and turn off all the cameras, we’ll be able to crawl through the ventilation system and drop down to the third floor. We’ll have to be discreet. There’s a good chance that a guard could sound the alarms or call for backup. Luckily, the third floor is usually sparse aside from a few guards. There’s rarely more than one man on death row.”
“I can disable the elevators,” Jongdae raises his hand, and Jongin briefly remembers him mentioning his job as a mechanic. “If Zitao can watch the stairs, we should be able to block off any threats.”
As they begin to map out the entire plan, Jongin listens closely, not wanting to miss anything. He doesn’t want to be dead weight or a burden to these men who are used to roughing it up and toughing things out. He’ll have to be strong, and he can’t back down like the night they took Kyungsoo.
“Jongin, I want you here. You’ll be with me and Chanyeol, sneaking in from the roof and trying to get direct contact with Kyungsoo. You’ll be the safest with us,” Kris informs him, and Jongin nods quickly.
“I won’t burden you,” he says with confidence, and Kris crooks a smile.
“That’s good to hear.”
They head out on Thursday evening. Not too close to the date of Kyungsoo’s sentence but not too far from it to be suspected. But they don’t all leave at once. Luhan, Baekhyun, and Yixing all head to the prison first, carrying an old-fashioned walkie-talkie with them to communicate with the rest of the group. Old connections are what get them inside, disguised as prison guards themselves.
The rest of the group sits silently waiting for some sort of contact, a signal saying that they’ve hacked the system. The three men’s safety isn’t assured, obviously, and Jongin prays that it goes alright. The last thing he wants is for all of this to be in vain when they haven’t even started. Twenty minutes later, there’s static, and Chanyeol jumps to grab the walkie-talkie as the rest of them group up with keen ears. More static comes, silence, and then - Yixing’s voice.
“We’ve got control. Head on out.”
Jongin and the others spring up from the couch, Kris leading them out of the warehouse and towards a white van. They all jump in, already dressed in all black from head to toe as to not be seen on top of the prison roof. The journey to the prison is tense and quiet, all five of them focused and thinking. Jongin looks out the tinted windows as he remembers that this is the only chance he’ll ever get. If they slip up, it’s the end. He bites back the emotion and the sting in his eyes as he thinks about seeing Kyungsoo again, holding him in his arms again. Back then, Jongin took all of those touches for granted. But if they make it out alive, he’ll savor every one of them.
When they’re a block away, Jongdae, who’s sitting in the passenger seat, lifts the walkie-talkie to his mouth. “Yixing, do you have eyes on the surroundings? How should we tackle the roof?”
It’s only a second before a reply comes. “There’s an opening. Only three guards in the tower on the left side. Their fences aren’t defended as they rely on the cameras, so you can climb up the fences. Someone has to make a distraction, however.”
“I guess that’s me,” Chanyeol replies, pulling the van into a parallel parking space on the block. He shuts off the engine and looks to the others. “I have an idea. You all get out here and head out to where Yixing is talking about. I’ll create a distraction with the van.”
Kris agrees with a nod. “Stay safe.”
Jongin follows Kris, Jongdae, and Zitao out into the street. They get funny looks from passersby, but nothing negative as they walk through the alleyways until they hit the patch of woods that cover the prison from view. They stop in the woods just before where it meets the tall wire gate. Jongin hopes he still has the strength from all those years of playing sports in his school days.
“Where the fuck is Chanyeol?” Jongdae curses, eyes wandering down to where the prison tower is and still seeing no van.
And not a second later, there is a screech of tires before a familiar-looking white van slams into one of the fence poles. Jongin’s jaw drops. It wasn’t a terribly violent collision, but it’s enough that the wandering spotlight searching the ground pauses and spins over to focus on Chanyeol’s “wreck.”
When one of guards calls out to Chanyeol, who is exiting the van, that’s when Kris silently signals for them to head over the fence. Jongin approaches it head on, following Zitao’s lead and getting a running start before jumping up and grabbing onto the wire fence with his hands before hooking the tips of his boots into the diamond-shaped holes. The wires shudder and jostle with all of their movements, but soon enough they all climb up and jump down, except for Jongin, who has to be caught by Kris due to his weak ankle.
They break out into a sprint to cross the large grounds, heading towards the ladder in the distance that leads to the roof of the prison. Glancing around them, Jongin sees the security cameras following their movements but knows who’s really behind the controls.
“Everyone up the ladder,” Kris motions Jongdae and Zitao first, and Jongin follows after them with Kris behind him.
Once they make it up to the rooftop, wind tossing their hair this way and that, Yixing speaks up again. “Do you see the vent opening to Zitao’s left? That’s the one you need to drop down into. Once you’re inside the vents, crawl to the right, and Jongin, I want you to drop down into the…fourth vent. The rest of you need to drop out of the first vent you see. I’ll give you further directions once Luhan can crack the code to unlock Kyungsoo’s cell.”
“Alright,” Jongdae replies before stuffing the walkie-talkie into his pants, and Zitao heads over to the vent grate Yixing had talked about. He easily lifts the heavy metal grate out of its holder, leaving a square hole big enough for them to slide into.
“Why am I going into a different vent?” Jongin asks Kris as Jongdae is dropping down into the vent system in front of him.
“You’re going to stay out of the danger, so the safest place for you is Kyungsoo’s cell before they unlock it,” Kris smiles before disappearing into the vents. Jongin follows after him with trembling hands, both excited and nervous. He can see Kyungsoo. It doesn’t matter if things go sideways because he’ll get to see Kyungsoo.
The vents aren’t very spacious, but Jongin manages to crawl through, already hearing the commotion in the hallways as the others have dropped down to silence all the guards and disable the elevators. Jongin starts to sweat in the hot vents, but he wipes his forehead as he counts up slowly to the fourth vent, trying to make as little noise as possible, which is nearly impossible with how he’s a human being crawling through a metal box.
He stops before the fourth vent silently, trepidation speeding up his heartbeat. Bending down further, he tries to see through the grate, but all he can see is a white tile floor. Biting his lip, his hands move to push at the grate, hearing the screech of metal against metal before it pops out and clatters noisily on the tiled floor, spreading dust. Jongin wastes no time in swinging his legs over the hole and jumping down.
His ankle aches from the impact, and Jongin winces. Straightening up from where he steadied his fall with his hands, he looks up, and his eyes meet the startled form of Kyungsoo. His boyfriend is dressed in the white jumpsuits of the prisoners, and he stands in front of the door to his cell, probably trying to figure out what was going on outside in the hallway before Jongin popped in.
Jongin feels his lips quirk up into a smile for what feels like the first time in a while. “I came for you.”
Kyungsoo looks at him like he can’t believe Jongin is really there in front of him. Two weeks felt like an eternity to him too. Walking forward, Kyungsoo hesitates before his boyfriend, eyes watery and expression controlled, but that’s only momentarily as seconds later he pulls Jongin into an embrace, letting out something akin to a sob and a happy sigh. “You came for me,” he murmurs as Jongin’s arms wind around him and hug him close.
Jongin holds him tight, relishing in knowing that Kyungsoo is safe. Kyungsoo is in his arms, and he’s unharmed. Burying his face in Kyungsoo’s black hair, Jongin closes his eyes. “Kyungsoo,” he rasps out, feeling tears come to the surface. “I missed you, so much.”
“I missed you too.”
Jongin pulls away with a laugh of relief, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hands, and Kyungsoo looks up at him with a soft, fond smile, reaching up to wipe Jongin’s tears from his cheeks for him. “How did you even get in here?” Kyungsoo asks. “The security - ”
He’s interrupted by the screech of the heavy door to his cell being pulled open, the intricate locks disabled, and Kris appearing in the doorway. “Come on,” he motions them to step out into the hallway. “We don’t have much time until we get noticed. Oh, and hey, Kyungsoo.” Kris grins.
“Now, I understand,” Kyungsoo murmurs to Jongin as they exit the cell. The guards protecting the cells are all lying on the floor, unconscious. It’s all going according to plan.
Zitao and Jongdae appear moments later, stating that the elevators are shut off and the coast is clear on the staircases, and Kris nods at them before lifting the walkie-talkie to his mouth. “Yixing, we have Kyungsoo. How’s Chanyeol? Can we head out?”
“Chanyeol made it out fine. The guards let him go on the account of him just being reckless. I can’t see, but my guess is that he’s waiting in the same place you four left the van,” Yixing replies. “We’ll be cleaning up and leaving here soon. The security guards’ phones have been ringing on end. I think they’re starting to notice something’s up. Luhan’s setting up a bomb to go off on the grounds. That should be enough for you to sneak back the way you came.”
“Got it. Stay safe, okay? We’ll meet you back at the warehouse.”
“Mm, good luck, everyone.”
“Let’s go,” Kris states as he hands the walkie-talkie to Jongdae to pocket. “Zitao and I will climb up the vent first, and we’ll help everyone else up.”
They all nod and walk quickly over to the opened vent that the three had jumped out of before. Using his height, Kris is able to jump and grab onto the edge and lift himself up into the small space. They all wait anxiously as Zitao follows him up, and then Kris motions for Jongdae to move and lends him an arm to drag him up. Jongdae slips a bit and nearly falls back down to the floor, and Kris uses his other arm to help him.
And then the elevator dings, announcing someone’s arrival, and they all freeze, blood going cold.
“I thought you disabled them!” Zitao is the first to shout as they’re yanking Jongdae up.
“So did I! I did everything right!”
“Shut up and fucking hurry!” Kris yells at the both of him. Jongdae is soon pulled up into the vent successfully, and Kris reaches for Jongin. “C’mon, Jongin, you next - ”
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Junmyeon’s cold voice rings through Jongin’s ears, shocking him to the core, and Jongin turns around to see the older man with an arm around Kyungsoo’s neck, tugging him close with a gun pressed to his temple. “Move one muscle, and I deliver Mr. Do’s sentence early.”
Jongin’s heart thunders in his chest, but he glares at Junmyeon will all his might. “Let him go. Let Kyungsoo go.”
“We’ve already had this conversation, Mr. Kim. Don’t you remember how well it went before? I can see you still bear the bruises.” Junmyeon keeps Kyungsoo in his hold effortlessly as the latter struggles.
Jongin feels the weight in his coat pocket, feel his fingers aching to touch it. It’s his only savior here. He has no choice, he tells himself. It’s Junmyeon or Kyungsoo. He’s scared, but he has to try.
“This time,” Jongin whips out the pistol in his pocket, cocking it and holding it up shakily. “I-I won’t let you take him.” His aim isn’t steady at all, and he’s visibly sweating, but Jongin is determined.
Kyungsoo’s eyes go wide at the sight of his own gun, yet Junmyeon seems unaffected. “You’ve never used a gun in your life, and you expect to threaten me? I bet you can’t even pull the trigger.”
Jongin shakes in fear, of both what he holds in his hand and what the outcome would be if he lowers it. He locks gazes with Kyungsoo, and of course, what lies in those dark eyes is acceptance. He’s telling Jongin to give up, just like before. But he won’t let Kyungsoo go this time. He promised himself.
“Enough of playing hero. Put the gun down, Mr. Kim,” Junmyeon says, but it sounds like warbled garbage in Jongin’s pounding head.
“No,” Jongin says again.
He pulls the trigger.
The feeling of gentle hands combing through his hair is what nudges Jongin awake. He feels warm and cozy under the protection of cotton blankets and strong arms. Lips skim lightly over the nape of his neck, and Jongin can’t stop the sleepy grin from appearing on his lips as he laughs. Turning in Kyungsoo’s arms, he cracks open his eyes to the invading sunlight streaming in from their cabin windows.
“You said not to jostle my shoulder around a lot,” Jongin mumbles in a tired, hoarse voice, looking up at a wide-awake Kyungsoo.
“You heard me yesterday. It’s nearly healed,” Kyungsoo replies with a smile, stroking a finger over the bandages that still cover that area of Jongin’s body. The bullet wound is a nasty reminder of what could have happened if Kyungsoo hadn’t pushed Junmyeon away at the last second, if he didn’t miss when he aimed for Jongin’s heart and vitals.
But luckily, it had been Junmyeon who was left bleeding out on the white floor, wide eyes staring up at the ceiling.
Jongin had been in pure shock afterwards, hands shaking and terrified eyes staring at Junmyeon’s blood staining Kyungsoo’s face, not even noticing the pain in his shoulder or the way his own blood was beginning to stain his clothes. They had to escape on the roof, however, and Kris carried the injured Jongin on his back as they climbed down the ladder and ran across the grounds again, Jongin’s blood pooling into his clothes as well. By the time they reached the van, his breath was faint.
But once they got back to the warehouse, Kyungsoo did his best to patch him up, performing emergency surgery and using what they had. And a week later, when Jongin was well enough to move, they hurried to far beyond the New Seoul borders and out to the rural parts that remained of South Korea, to a cabin that Chanyeol was able to find and get fully furnished for them.
This is where they’ll stay.
“Chanyeol and Baekhyun are coming to visit today, right?” Jongin sighs and starts to sit up in the bed, but Kyungsoo drags him back to lie down with a cheeky grin.
“We still have some time before they get here,” Kyungsoo murmurs, a hand sliding up Jongin’s thigh in a meaningful way. His eyes flicker to Jongin’s, and Jongin snorts but moves to lie back against the mattress, Kyungsoo climbing on top of him.
“Only if you promise to make me a good breakfast.”
“I am your breakfast.”
“Gross.”