svully:
CATCHING THE LIGHTER with one hand, sully could practically smell the iron radiating from his presence, contemplating on whether or not to add on to the pain. the escort didn’t and, decidedly so, merely continued to stare lifelessly at the small object in their hand. for what it was worth, they didn’t want the encounter to happen anymore than the next person to unluckily cross paths with someone like HIM, but sully had kept it together surprisingly well. it didn’t last long, though, as not a moment later the lighter was thrown carelessly on the ground along with the cigarette and the brunette had a hand pressing just enough pressure onto the wound to make it hurt — they were practically fuming with r a g e at that point. “fuck you.”
HADN’T IT BEEN FOR HIS PATIENCE, taeyang would’ve burned seoul to ashes by now. it would be ridiculously easy to get rid of one body ( and it was sully’s name climbing up on his list more rapidly than the mafia liked ), but it took EFFORT tae wasn’t interested in putting into the case. even when sully’s hand pushed against his gash the older barely found it in himself to react with much else than a blank stare. the dull, throbbing p a i n was a familiar sting — so much that taeyang didn’t even flinch. but being mistaken for KIND hurt his pride much more and in a simple movement his palm hit the other’s throat with such force that they were forced to stumble back. it wasn’t enough to hurt them though — not much, at least. «he was a good man,» tae pondered loudly as he stepped closer to sully, expression unfazed. «a SHAME it had to happen like that. but it’s time to move on now.»
