he sits with the back towards the door, where she is coming in from, but he hears her nonetheless, slightly turning his head, when she walked past him towards her closet. at the sight of the towel that barely covered her bare body, dohwan turned his head away, partly out of politeness and partly out of fear to be called a pervert. she greets him with a wave of her hand so he returns the gesture weakly, absentminded. things didn’t go well these days. never had he believed that there was a traitor among hydrus member, and of all people it had been their second-in-command as well. the trust among the members had been completely destroyed and grim was actually one of them. drifter had been loved by everyone, had been charismatic and bright like a flame to lure in moths to come to close to its killing heat.
but to him those who were blinding shouldn’t be on top. in order to be king’s right hand man, one had to become a monster. that was why he had been tempted to offer himself. only someone who was loyal to hydrus and was willing to give his all to the gang, was suited to become the new sic. however he saw it, things had turned against him, despite his work and efforts to prove himself, the position had been snatched away like a snack by someone grim would have never imagined to be eyeing that position. rage had consumed his heart since then, and along of it, the pain of his wound sent bolts throughout his whole body whenever he did a step. he was sure that it was a dark age of hydrus and who knew how things would end up for them with that kind of guy as king’s right hand man.
eunmi returns fully closed and dohwan can relax as soon as she comes up to him, mustering him. his eyes reflect tiredness and he can barely keep them open, and how much he would love to let himself fall into a good, recovering slumber, the wound wouldn’t let him. “no, things had calmed down mostly.” he utters short-breathed, not making eye contact with her at all because he felt that she would sense easier what was going on with him and the piercing pain in his side. “i’m just here to hang out, so don’t overthink things.” dohwan attempts to tease her like he usually did, but it rather sounded pathetic because in fact he wasn’t here to just hang out. the urge to see her, in case he wouldn’t survive the night, had pushed him forward to his estate after all. “and your house looks better than mine.”
she isn’t foolish enough to believe he hasn’t had enough on his mind with the recent events but that doesn’t make her courteous enough to forgive it just yet either; to forget that someone so concerned with her well-being to the point of not allowing her to drink or go out clubbing or to any place deemed unsavory or not ladylike ( whatever the hell that means ) didn’t check on her through all of the chaos. eunmi is selfish that way, bratty, a little too pressed when it comes to dohwan and how he spends his time or company. unknowingly, he’s one of her easiest triggers and thinking that she’s annoyed by him is the full extent of his knowledge of her feelings. it’s how everything between them is brushed off — annoyance, a burden, some kind of hidden, secret, and unspoken obligation because of childhood attachment.
“ hang out — i’m not some host or something. i’m not here to entertain you at whim. what if i had plans? ” and, truthfully, even if she did, she cancels, ironically, at whim. she is the one who treats others as if they are to entertain her on whim and she does so shamelessly. if anything, eunmi is good at it for absolutely no reason other than she utilizes power to her advantage, loves to see how far people are willing to go for her favor, for her father’s favor, and, most of the time, in terms of entertainment and that only, people don’t disappoint. in the end, it’s boredom that determines her time limit for someone. so the very concept she mocks dohwan for is what she’s guilty of.
eyes narrowing, she doesn’t understand why he’s so avoidant despite coming here, using lame excuses such as how appealing her house is. “ of course it is, it’s my house but you’re no interior designer nor do you have the interest so are you going to tell me the truth or should i just leave while you figure out a better lie at the very least? ”
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