I heard issei and came running- imagine a guy was flirting with you the second he walks away and when he comes back, he doesn't say anything, no, he just goes behind you and puts his hand down your skirt and fingers you infront of the guy.
I dunno, I dunno random thoughts 👁👁
i love openly pervy and possessive issei he would do anything to make people realize youre his hhhh fingering you in front of everyone, palming your tits like its nothing, bouncing you on his thigh djsjjdjs it’s embarrassing but it feels amazing to be used by issei
ahh,, possessive boyfriend!issei who carves his initials in your skin so that everybody who takes a closer look sees who you actually belong to <33 has his hands on you, always, doesn’t matter who’s with you. he just doesn’t care. you’re his and his only and he needs to show it. he doesn’t wanna hear you say, “it’s a family gathering”. he doesn’t care - this is still a public restaurant. so yes, he is going to have his hands in very obvious inappropriate places. but who are you to deny him? <33
man hed tell you to shut up in front of everyone too hhhh he doesnt care youre his and you accept that
the way in which she had attempted to absolve herself from . . essentially everything was quite typical. hyuna could hardly argue that she was original in the first place. she sincerely believed she wasn't. if anything, one could be persuaded that she was unusual, granted her mutation was the basis of such a determination.
and it was one of the only reasons dongwook utilized her.
otherwise, he would've tossed her aside at first glance. there was a certain arrogance to her when she found it opportune and she could easily manipulate a situation to her liking, that he saw potential in, but she was unruly, uncontrollable, and broken. so much lurking probability in a single physical form and it was forced into a state of confinement, causing her to deteriorate rather than thrive. now that, he practically despised.
it became more and more evident in the testing that had occurred subsequent to her arrival in the brotherhood. to him, it had been priceless research. data that he needed in order to best decide what training he wanted her to undertake. but to hyuna it was priceless in that there could not be a price set on the lives she had taken for the sake of dongwook's process, for lack of a better word.
each trial was recorded and its information nestled in the laboratory of whatever researcher he had assigned to her at the moment but hyuna had no need to find the physical file. she knew how many murders she had committed albeit unintentional and unwillingly.
perhaps if it had been for a mission, for the purpose of gaining some insight on a government plan as she typically did now with her abilities, it wouldn't have carried a heavy burden on her. perhaps then the names and faces wouldn't haunt her at night. but those weren't the circumstances and clearly she would once again in her life not receive what she wanted.
still— an order was an order. and a mission is a mission. at one point, she had grown to resent her line of work. hyuna refused taking assignments and unless dongwook dealt with her himself, it'd go unresolved. no one understood why he would allow her. after all, he rarely allowed anyone out of line, if that. but when she refuses missions, there's always a particular reason and he didn't want the consequences that sprang up once before to do so again.
what did concern him, or drew his attention ( because dongwook isn't the type to be concerned about specific brotherhood members ) was when she threw herself into her work, accepting post after post. as he considered calling her in from whatever mission she was on now, knowing that she doesn't check in as she ought to — even her medical reports were often cheated, that much he did know — a man chose to stand before him, setting conditions for the brotherhood's acquisitions of both his wealth and information.
if it hadn't been valuable, he would've thought the request frivolous at best. if it had been any other person, he would've mocked them at the very least. yet there he was, offering her the mission brief in person and darkly scowling at the slight twitch of her brow. there was no need for her to say a word when he had since long ago learned her tells, what few she had anyway.
"humor him." humor his last wish is what the mission truly was and it was ironic that such a duty fell on her. a person who ought to be thinking of their own last wish. but hyuna wasn't one for wishing and she thought it foolish of this man to do so.
and barely weeks had passed by his side, her thoughts of him typically scathing in nature at first until he proved to have a rather surprising childish aspect to him. imagine. a middle-aged man asking about tossing coins into fountains or placing one's hopes on a meteorite entering the atmosphere, not that she actually had the heart to tell him and that was when she surprised herself.
she hadn't thought about when he started telling her his wishes as he made them. initially, she'd teased him. said his wishes wouldn't come true if he told her, or anyone for that matter but he didn't mind it. he said it was more for him when he spoke of his desires than anything else. instead of any of them becoming true, he wanted to speak the truth. his words hadn't left her mind for the rest of the day once he continued.
'i want to remember a time when i still had hope, when i thought wishes could come true simply by saying them.'
no reason had been given but she had known already. it was because life took such hope away at some point. and for some reason she was curious as to when it had done so for him without realizing she forgot when life claimed her hope as well.
the days that were dragged on before seemed all too short now. his breaths took on the same characteristic and his eyes grew dull. still, he tried to hold her hand, musing at how it would feel without a barrier of cloth between bare skin and each time she asked him the same question. why choose her, knowing that she can't touch him or comfort him in the way he seems to yearn for whenever he squeezes her hand?
the answer doesn't come until he does touch her. until he grasps her hand tightly despite her shock and fruitless tugging. and until he spends his last breath thanking her for his last wish.
