BLACK ON BLACK

MOON JAEWON / 21 / HEMOKINESIS

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anyways there is literally no excuse for how i just dropped off the face of earth and i completely apologise for that but i am officially back and off my hiatus! i’ll be trying to follow everyone new that’s joined but if i haven’t replied to our im or you’d like to plot with me, please hit that like button and i’ll try get to you asap! thank you for being so patient and putting up with me AND my bullshit

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yeosi ,

he had just about the perfect, snarky remark at the tip of his tongue. to ease the tension that was so thick he could have drowned in it. but bit it back. ‘you humans never listen’, the words paired with raw emotion in his voice shamed the mortal. it was only then he felt truly capable of moving, and raised his chest off the bed to sit on the edge. he had this way of keeping his feet off the floor which made him look so innocent— while he was anything but. always so sharp and quick to gather his thoughts, even after straining his body so much and having little time to function. it all added up easily; the redhead was mutant, the brunet was human. he felt his knees weaken at the thought for fraction of a moment. until it hit him. the human was powerless but the mutant was torn, and one of the two was the bigger weakness. all seemed good in theory, but his reckless need to test it tore into his ribs. “ah, that explains the clothes.” there was evident relief in his voice, sure whatever happened to make the guy mad was far preferable to regrettable intercourse. talk about giving a man a bad name. “’m sorry that i don’t remember pissing you off and, well, i’m sorry i did in the first place. uhm—” he stopped to bite into his lip some more, like it wasn’t already dyed in blood from being toyed with for minutes. “i’m not sure what happened so—  care to fill this guy in, maybe?”

the boy in front of him is everything jaewon’s spent the better half of his life avoiding, dangerously soft looking, like he could ask influential people for anything and he’d get them in a heartbeat. he dips forwards on the bed, feet hanging off the floor and in this way jaewon catches sight of the expanse of pale skin and collarbones underneath the frail shirt. he feels his heart skip a beat and digs his nails into the palm of his hand painfully until he’s sure there’s marks the shape of crescent moons to remind himself to be in control, to not slip, to not fall apart at the sight of the red mouth the stranger beholds so naturally. (but oh, wouldn’t it be so easy? to just duck down and eat him up, swallow him down and leave no blood or body trace that he was ever there? you could do it, moon jaewon, you could.) but he doesn’t. “ you fainted. ” he says, simple and to the point, because he doesn’t think it would be reasonable to explain that jaewon had tightened a grip around his throat with the intention to hurt, to kill. he scoffs, playing it off, gaze burning into the wall behind the boy. “ a bit too late for empty apologies now, isn’t it? you’re lucky i didn’t let you rot out there. people like you, humans like you always end up causing problems for people like me. ”

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yejun ,

“Yeah, I’m fine with it,” he replies, a sing-song lilt entering his tone. They can both feign nonchalance about the upcoming dance all day if they want, but it doesn’t change the fact that they’re  probably equally incredibly nervous. As far as Yejun knows, Jaewon isn’t exactly straight—not if those lingering looks sent the same sex’s way, are anything to go by—and neither is he. They will be alone, sweaty, pressed together and more often than not, breathing the same air; Yejun can’t help it when nerves thrum through him. Not that he hasn’t shared some form or another of intimacy with others, just never when dancing. It’ll mean more, simply because it’s dance, and he lives, breathes and sleeps it. Shifting his weight, he snags his lower lip between his teeth and focuses on the male before him, wondering just what is running through Jaewon’s mind. “Should we… start now?”

there’s something that jaewon’s kept hidden for the past twenty one years of his life— except for the brief moment when he had been able to be himself, but that was now gone, never to come back again — that he doesn’t want to show now. not when he’s managed to forget about it, when it’s buried underneath dangerous walls and threats directed towards anyone brave enough to question him, when he sucks it up and pretends like it’s all fine because he’s not that. he swallows the lump in his throat, taking extra time to tie his laces and pretend there aren’t the gazes of the younger years on the two dancers as he stands up. “ yeah, sure. i s’pose we’re not gonna get anything done sitting here now, are we? ” he brushes the dust off his trousers, heart beating in his chest, a glance at the other. “ let's—.. uh.. yeah. ” 

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yeosi ,

he must have been exhausted. there was nothing else he’d attribute this incident to; not powers, at least. he seemed to completely disregard the fact that he was a mortal among ‘monsters’. beings labeled as such because they posed a threat. in his foolish mind, they were harmless; that was the lie he kept feeding to himself so he had one less concern on his mind. besides, he had no reason to think otherwise. dealing with superntural forces was as rare as passing out. very uncommon occurance for the brunet. in fact this was the first time he’d ever felt his body turning to rags; and a black hole replacing his innards. as horrifying on the inside as manifested on the outside, turning his brain to mush while he felt nothing. not being held nor dragged about. it would seem as though someone had pressed a reset button on the back of his neck (at least for a while). time must have passed very differently for the two of them. what in reality lasted no more than few minutes, would have felt like ages for the highly-alert student left to deal with what seemed a corpse. who didn’t remember opening his eyes, just noting that the darkness enveloping him had suddenly turned to light. he reached a none-too-responsive fist to messily rub away the blur in his vision. turning to lay on his side while mumbling something akin to ‘mum’. and it was seconds later that he registered the somewhat familiar boy. “hi.” he spoke and seemed so suddenly, acutely vivid. his lips alone animate and startlingly scarlet.

UPON having lost control so easily, fingers heavily dipped into the darkness of it all ( blood HAS always been thicker than water, he remembers idly, a fact he had learned long ago to accept ) that he forgets who he is and what he’s doing, there’s only a thin veil of regret that he grasps, hanging over his head by the end of it. which is why when he sees the boy— poor little boy, a pretty, wide eyed and sharp tongued stranger who had only been at the wrong place at the wrong time and had been regretfully exposed to jaewon’s ugly wrath — on his bed, there’s something awful that twists in his chest. had he been stronger, more careful, more in control this wouldn’t have happened. and the worst thing is the fact that jaewon can’t help but crave for it again, the touch of cold hand against warm neck, the fading heartbeat that had left him excited even when the victim is in front of him. ( it’s then, truly then, he understands why people mouth and point at him, whispering MONSTER. monster. ) suddenly the boy is alive again, corpse like state destroyed and jaewon jolts from the surprise of hearing the other speak. his mouth is dry, but he still replies. “ you— i told you not to fuckin’ piss me off. ” he says, voice quiet and he’s trying to look at anything else but the boy’s mouth which is red, scarlet, blood like. “ and you didn’t listen. you humans never do. ”

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xinya ,

- &&. “Within 10 days, if you can, it’s only 2,000 words and I’m sure that you are more than capable.” There is a slight biterness to her voice - perhaps Xinya can’t quite fully pretend she wasn’t annoyed by his antics, as much as she would have liked to. Professor Song. Xinya knew that name, or rather she had heard it one too many times from the woman herself. Always singing her praises in the staffroom, never letting Xinya get a word in edgeways when she had made the effort of police conversation. “Oh I am very well aware of that..” There was a competitive streak in Xinya, maybe is was a result of growing up with the weight of her family’s expectations when she was a young adult, but Xinya always felt the need to out-do herself, and prove others wrong. “Don’t worry, as far as I’m concerned you are one of students now, too, and if she has anything to say about it, you just let me know and I’ll talk to that bi- your professor.”

“ i should be able to get it over to you by the end of this week. ” he's quick to pick up on the mild irritation that he suspects he can hear in her voice — but he's not too surprised seeing as it’s always sort of been in jaewon’s DNA to somehow strike a nerve in the minds of professors. annoyingly intelligent and clever as he is, there’s still certain limits of sarcasm ( or flat out DISRESPECT ) he can show to them before they start replying with equal danger. and he finds it further amusing when he sees xinya’s lips curl down a little at the mention of professor song, a woman he knows students and teachers alike find abhorring to an extent. “ you can say what you want to say about her, you know, ” he says, a hint of teasing in his voice because it’s too good an opportunity to not pass up. he quirks an eyebrow. ” just the two of us here. really though. mentioning that her star student has moved to literature might drive her to insanity. ”

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kai ,

“And yet still, you love me,” Kai mused, a bright, beaming smile working its way slowly across his lips. Teasing Jaewon would never grow old, or lose its shine—it was just too much fun. The flirtatious undertones all too alluring for him to pass up the opportunity. “But if you want me to help with studying, you’re shit outta luck, babe. I literally suck so bad at this schooling shit, they’re thinking of sending me back to China with no return address on the back.” It was a weak, lame joke, but it made Kai smile all the same. He amused himself greatly. “I came here to smother you in love and ask you to come eat with me because I am starved. I haven’t had anything today, but chocolate, and as amazing as that was, it’s just not substantial bro.”

" debatable, " he shoots back almost immediately, though the both of them know how often jaewon tends to wear his heart on his sleeve more than he likes to really admit with the other. he groans, even if it had been expected of kai to be no help at all to the pains of studying in the first place, the med student had been hoping to get at least two more pages of notes finished. his lips curve up into a smug, barely visible smile as he yawns, glancing at the clock behind them to see whether it would be more satisfying to read or to avoid kai’s whining for the next hour that would definitely occur if he refused to go. “ fine. ” he sighs, deflated and positively ignoring the ‘babe’ tacked on at the end of kai’s sentence, “ i’ll come eat with you if— and only if— you’re paying.” 

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yejun ,

His shoulders inch up, issuing a barely discernible shrug, and Yejun watches the other male, considering his words without comment. To the brunet, their upcoming dance will definitely be an entirely novel experience. He has never shared such intimacy on the dancefloor in his life, not even with Yeorim. It’s intimate, proximity likely leaving little to the imagination for the entirety of their routine. The actual dance would barely last minutes, sure, but with time invested in rehearsals to perfect their moves, the entire thing would probably go on for hours. And they’d be alone the whole time—the prospect was troubling. “I’m not doubting you,” he murmured, a roll of his eyes accompanying the rather curt remark. Yejun would never question another dancers level of skill or talent, but he had to know which styles Jaewon was most accustomed to, or comfortable with. It would give him some idea of what to expect. “I just wanted to know if you were good with these styles, that’s all.”

over all jaewon knows better than to test yejun who — by the loosest definitions— adopts an air of grace and talent for dancing that is as equally impressive as his own, if not more. but it’s all in good health and care when he tilts his head to the side, arches an eyebrow like he could be saying the words ‘try me’. though he suspects the reason he himself is acting out so sharply like this is because he’s nervous— damned be the younger years who are watching the exchange between him and yejun like it’s something impressive and not complete bullshit from two dancers who are more confident than not — jaewon can’t help the pit of worry that feeds itself into his chest. dancing with such intimacy is one thing, dancing it with the likes of bae yejun is another story entirely. “ it’s just dancing. ” he says, as though he’s not the one that’s left swallowing down the anxiousness. “ i’m fine with it if— if you are. ”

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xinya ,

- &&. “That’s better…” Xinya replies with a nod. He understands her unspoken warnings behind her words. It would be a waste of time to lecture him about his attitude - he most likely would’ve heard about it from his other tutors, and Xinya wasn’t quite in the mood for a debate in the middle of her office.  “Make sure that you read it more than once, I’ll be quizzing you. If you’re up for it, then you can write an essay on what you thought about it, and I can mark it to count for extra credit, if you’re in need of it, that is.” She returned to her papers for a few moments, making a written note of Jaewoon’s scheulued work, reminding herself to find the time to mark it (there were never enough hours in the day, it seemed). “I take it that I shouldn’t mention these extra classes to your tutor, then?”

he knows his manners ( or LACK OF them, perhaps ) have always been a source of heated debate and a spectacle to witness amongst students and even professors themselves. yet there’s a resistant block he puts up against himself to not cross the line and show unnecessary etiquette, even though he’s clever enough to understand xinya’s quiet warnings. it’s not as though he can complain anyways, when she gives him no room to. a part of him tells him that he probably won’t have time. another part tells him to stop complaining. “ alright. when do you want the essay in? ” he pauses. “ no, you shouldn’t. i hear professor song gets ugly about her med students trying to look at other majors. ”

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kai ,

The fact that Jaewon pushes him away doesn’t deter Kai one iota—in fact, the rejection only seems to intensify the teasing, and with a hearty chuckle, he tousles the other man’s hair, bumping his nose into his friend’s cheek. Well, friend is a stretch, but their relationship is close enough that they’re comfortable together, even if the dancer denies it. “Hey, careful. Don’t damage the goods,” he says, feigning a frown while lightly batting at the others foot. It wasn’t exactly a painful jab to the ribs, but it irked all the same. “And the day you stop denying me, we’ll get along much better, don’t you think? We can have sleepovers and paint each other’s nails,” Kai announces in a sing-song lilt, saccharine and over the top. “Come on. Just love me. You know you want to already. I’m handsome, am I not?”

although kai was painfully humane in the way that he knew how to dig his thumb into jaewon’s wounds and pour salt on it just because he was bored— the latter still finds it hard to kick him out of the room lest kai starts whining or anything positively awful like that. it’d been difficult enough for him to accept that there was someone who doesn’t want him dead and it’s even more difficult to accept that the ‘someone’ was a human with more energy than anything else. he exhales, patience hanging by a thread though it’s the ends of his mouth that’s turned up in something horrifying close to amusement. “ you’re disgusting. ” he answers, as though it’s the most normal thing, as though it’s not an evident lie. jaewon could laugh at his own ignorance. “ if you’re not here to study or help me — get out. ”

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yejun ,

“You mean you haven’t yet seen what they’re gonna make us do?” His lips purse, a whistle issuing from between them seconds later while Yejun crouches next to his companion and directs his gaze towards the leaflet held in hand. It details the instructions for their impending partnership, and the styles of dance that will be expected from them, including salsa, samba, and hip hop—sort of a fusion. The dance will be one of the most intimate and possibly sexually charged ones Yejun has ever shared with anyone, and the fact that he’ll be performing with someone he has a sneaking suspicion is gay or at least bi, makes things all the more insane. “Some upcoming competition we’re expected to participate in, to instill a good measure of rivalry in the younger dancers, so… we gotta win this. I think we’ll do it well, but… we’re gonna have to practise, a lot. You any good with those styles?” Yejun wasn’t trying to be rude, nor did he doubt his partner’s skills as a dancer—they were well-known throughout the university, after all—but he found himself curious, all the same.

to be fair jaewon should have guessed ( at some point OR another ) that there’s going to bound to be a dance where the seniors are willing to break the thin, thin layer between intimate and public. but the fact that they’re doing it now is still surprising and he blinks, gaze directed towards the leaflet and a mere scan of the instructions leaves him wondering where the closest exit was. though there’s something nagging at the back of his mind, he doubts that dancing with yejun for a total of probably four minutes is going to drive him insane so he replies with a mildly irritated huff, tying the other lace with more anger than necessary and attempting to look like he doesn’t have half a mind to drop the dance. “ never tried somethin’ like this before. can’t be more different than what we normally do, right? ” he poses it like a question, though it’s more of a statement to himself. he tilts his head, a hint of irritation in his voice. “ you’re not doubting me, are you now? ”

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yeosi ,

it was all moving too fast for him; and by the time he’d processed the other’s words there were hands around his neck. or it might have been one, either way his neck was being crushed. the muscles and tendons, the trachea tearing under the force. he tried to will his body away from the death grip, tried to control his trembling hands and reach for a wrist and then a chest. a heartbeat faster than his own, fading one. a chest heaving with anger. simply because he needed to support his weight more than he needed to breathe, otherwise he feared he’d fall and crack his skull. his fingers had been going numb for a while and curling in towards his palms, knees giving up on him and letting his own chest fall forward, against his. he was shivering and losing colour, all despite the blues in his lips. unmoving in spite of his miserable attempts at coughing to get his lungs in motion. there might have been some futile attempts to talk, too, (beg perhaps) but his voice ended up spilling out of him and evaporating in darkness. shortly joined by his mind; shutting down slowly and leaving no light to his eyes  — open ever barely, but open still. he was  falling. 

power's a funny thing — especially when you possess it by the ABUNDANCE, until it overflows and you can still feel it prickling at your fingertips like there’s no other place it belongs. power jaewon thinks he has is everything of a gift and nothing of a setback, or at least it is according to him. maybe that’s why he doesn’t stop, addicted to it even when he feels a frail hand curl around his wrist uselessly, desperate and it does more to rile him on. it’s only when there’s a sudden cut off the blood that jaewon’s controlling, he realises that he’s gone too far and the red dies down behind his eyes. his knees buckle from the sudden loss of contact and the action almost sends him down as well as the unconscious stranger who’s inconveniently collapsed on him. “ oh — fuck. ” he hisses in horror, regret that blooms in his chest as he curls an arm around the other’s neck. he can’t take him to the nurse — not when they’ll call him a monster. so he fumbles with the keys again in the lock, hands shaking as he shoves the door open and closes it behind them. he half drags half carries him to his bedroom ( because daeki didn’t need to have a passed out stranger on his bed ), dropping him on the bed. “ oh fuck, fuck. ”

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hanbi ,

··· she finds his words rather flattering because they were INDEFINITELY true. her lips part trying to find words to say; instead, she warms him with another one of her signature grins. ❝ it has very little meaning when it comes from those who i don’t NATURALLY associate with; especially when they don’t have the guts to look me in the eyes, ❞ she pouted. ❝ but, you know, if i heard it from a certain someone here, then maybe i’d just be a little bit more happier to see you and bump you up number two on my list ! ❞ as hanbi made the effortless suggestion to him, she held up a quick peace sign beside her face. this was just her trying to be a little more CONVINCING with her ❝ cute ❞ side. knowing that it rarely worked, it was the least she could do at this point. ··· just like jaewon did before, it was now her turn to roll her eyes at his statement; though she did have to ADMIT that his ego fit like a glove. ❝ i am offended, ❞ she gasped with her hand pressed against her chest. ❝ you say i can only make someone’s month ? ❞ after a long pause she shook her head to give her correction. ❝ one month: no, at least four: yes. i’ll have you know that my words do many WONDERS. unfortunately, no year below me has met my standards —— complimenting one will only prove me to me be a liar —— teachers on the other hand.. ❞ she winked. ··· with that ADMIRABLE gaze looking up at him, she hummed out a little tone in thought. she had a couple of options already in mind when she saw his face: likely something disastrous because that was the usual route when it came to them two. ❝ i was thinking we could burn down an abandoned building i found last week, ❞ she half-jokingly mentioned. with her index finger tapping her chin in deep thought, her eyes fixed on him once more. ❝ or.. you could help me sort out my closet ! ❞ being up to no good was like her second nature, but when it came to her personals: that always came FIRST. ❝ i’ll tell you right now that there’s not much to sort; but i bought a couple more items, and i think you’re the perfect person who will give me a BRUTALLY HONEST opinion, am i wrong ? ❞ it was either good or bad and no in between, but she’s done everything there is to think of ( that won’t get her expelled or in trouble with the police ). ❝ UNLESS you have any desires ? ❞ she politely asked. ❝ —— any wishes i can fulfill ? places you want to go ? things you want to do ? it’s entirely up to you. ❞

      “ FINE, fine, i’ll admit it just because you seem like you’ll never stop carrying it over my head. yes, noona, your new silk robe is just so pretty and you’re looking positively gorgeous today! if it weren’t for the evident fact that i’m no match for you, i’d fall head over heels. ”  though whilst saying so, it’s a lie if he says he somehow doesn’t think it’s partly true, at least. jaewon’s reserved, walls of steel built around him like  blockade and when someone ( that someone being her ) manages to burrow through them like it’s nothing, he finds it very difficult to let them out again. “ number two on your list? who do i have to kill to become number one? ” he asks, tone tinged with humour— though he thinks if he lost to someone younger than him, he’ll bleed them dry.

      he laughs at her offence, finding it the tiniest bit endearing and the other part amusing. “ that’s just because you think all the younger years are ugly— and you can’t see them properly because you’re towering over them in heels so you see their ugliest side.”  he tuts, shaking his head like he’s disappointed when he’s anything but. he can’t really be disappointed with her, of course. “ not the professors, how many times are you gonna land yourself in detention because you were caught winking at them? ” he presses his lips together in a thin line, almost thoughtful as he glances at her. “ ... hm, i’m getting a bit scared you might convince them to fall for you, though. if you get expelled, who’s going to keep me company? certainly not the med students. ”

      jaewon tries his hardest not to look interested when she rolls out the options like she’s planned this ever since the beginning of her class ( she probably has. ) and he tilts his head, curiosity bright in his eyes. there’s no doubt that their adventures are going to lead them to the sunset, if not the end of the day and the call of the night. but they have hours left and if there’s anything sa hanbi and moon jaewon can do, it’s turn a short amount of time into years. “ listen, how about we go see that pretty building you were talking about first, you know, just to.. look. ” his mouth twitches, knowing that she won’t be able to control herself once they reach and he loves watching her every time. “ then we get food. my treat. burgers, milkshakes, whatever you want. after we’ll go to sort out your clothes and if by the end of that, we’re still bored, you can watch me bleed myself, ‘kay? ” he knows she hates it when he does that, but it’s still funny to see her annoyance.

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xinya ,

- &&. “Running your mouth,” It was an unexpected choice of words, and an unexpected sudden attitude, perhaps she had hit a nerve - Xinya furrowed her brows. “Right…” She replied firmly, regarding him carefully, silent for a few minutes. “You’re right, you are entitled to your privacy, but I will remind you that I also have nothing to gain from tutoring you. You are not a member of my department, not even close, you would do well to remember your manners. Are we clear?”

to some extent, only SOME, he admits that his bluntness had probably been unexpected of, according to the professor at least. but it still doesn’t stop the irritation that stirs at the pit of his stomachㅡ the mere thought of having to explain why he wasn’t interested in medicine, had never been, actually. jaewon inhales though, watches the way her brows furrow in something akin to equal annoyance. “ yeah, ” he answers, eyes flickering to the book in question. manners don’t seem to come easy to him. “ we’re clear. ”

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it's unexpected to some how he finds comfort in the art of dance, but jaewon chooses to breathe it like it’s air (probably because everything else to do with university leaves him suffocating). a step into the dance studio, headphones plugged in and a hand tucked in his hoodie pocket as he sets his bag down is enough to cast eyes his way. most of them belong to the younger years, curious to see why his name always kicks up such a fuss and he’s not in the mood to be babysitting so he throws them a mildly irritated look, tinged with enough poison to leave them looking away for now. it’s with a less venomous look that he glances at the people in his year, or at least those that he’s grown close enough (as close as he could without them making a run for it) to maintain some decent conversation with. he ducks down, tying his laces before a shadow falls across him and his gaze is drawn up, up, up to meet yejun’s. he arches an eyebrow expectantly, looking a faint mixture of amused and bemused. “ are you with me today? 

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kai ,

Kai practically burst into Jaewon’s room, completely unannounced, and uninvited—it was his usual modus operandi when annoying the other male. He’d been doing it for so long, that it was practically second nature to the blonde now. “Hey, boo! It’s your friendly neighbourhood pervert, here to annoy the shit outta you,” he exclaimed, a broad grin stealing over his lips as he all but threw himself onto the others bed, landing with a bounce at his side. Beaming happily at his friend, Kai slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to his body, nuzzling his cheek affectionately. He knew Jaewon loathed how demonstrative Kai was, but he couldn’t resist the urge all the same. “Did you miss me, bub?”

jaewon's studying— fairly hard too, mind you— when there’s an abrupt slam of door against wall and he winces because he doesn’t even need to look to know who it is. there’a a certain SIXTH SENSE he’s manged to adopt when it comes to the presence of kai and it’s annoying because he wishes he hadn’t. he sighs, a second away from telling the other to not be so loud when there’s suddenly a cheek against cheek and an arm around his shoulders that is far too close for his liking, understandably activating his fight or flight response and he’s surprised he hasn’t attacked the other yet. instead. jaewon chooses to dig the heel of his foot into kai’s ribs, fingers digging into his arm in a shove. “ get— off me! jesus, are you a koala or somethin’? ”

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yeosi ,

the words hit like a punch to the chest, stealing his breath. black spots presenting themselves in his peripheral vision alerted him that he should probably bite his tongue and step back. but in spite of the weariness taking a toll on his body, he was acting reckless. was he acting? he couldn’t tell. somewhere along the way, the already blurred lines between fake and real had become even less distinguishable. all he knew was the metallic taste erupting on his tongue, likely from biting his cheek as hard as he did. his façade had been dropped in a moment of human weakness. a crack in his head, words that split him open in an instant. people were never supposed to make him feel like that, he knew better. amber eyes seemed to leak poison as he watched the stranger carefully, trying to gauge his feelings in that moment. and whatever he saw in the boy’s eyes must have reassured him — because something in his expression eased. his face shifted into crafty nonchalance; and spoke of his abandon of reason. “or what?” he drew closer, as if to challenge him. a foolish notion in itself. “you’ll tell my mom? smack my wrist? please, by all means, make me apologise.”

“ or maybe you’re just stupid. ” there's a certain moment when jaewon snaps, breaks apart like a string that’s been pulled too tight with tension and when it happens, it’s a sight. maybe because it’s been too LONG since it’s happened ( ‘remember jaewon,’ he always fucking hears his parents’ voices, ‘hold your tongue, don’t lose yourself in the heat of the moment’ ) that his blood boils and all he wants to do is destroy. twenty one years isn’t enough to learn how to control, especially not when he’s spent most of it ignoring what he could become, the danger he could easily pose to everyone around him. and he should have seen the way the stranger looks slightly taken back, as though the wind has been knocked out of his chest. but it still doesn’t stop the coil bursting in jaewon’s chest, the spread of anger that blossoms and he doesn’t realise it when his fingers are wrapped around the boy’s throat, pressed tight against his windpipe. there’s a burst of red behind his eyes, blood rushing to his head, absorbing energy. maybe he should stop, but there’s a heartbeat under his grip and it feels too good.