#* hanbin: threads.

[forunholy]

open to everyone !

where: one of the gala's bathrooms :D

it's entirely too quiet, if he ignored the running of the facet and the quiet whimpering of the man who was still keeled over in the corner of a handicapped bathroom when he'd last seen him. at the very least, his mind is too quiet, anger and the slip of his emotions taken out on the first guy to piss him off. it's a blessing he's wearing black, not that hanbin owned clothing in many other colors to begin with, dark fabric concealing any splatters of red and leaving hints of it of his work on his neck, what was visible and messy washed away with water. his knuckles are painfully red, a mixture of his own blood and whatever had come out of the other's face by the time hanbin was finished staining the entirety of his hand.

suddenly, he can't exactly remember which restroom he'd pushed his victim into, far more concerned with it being empty and not occupied by some self-righteous level one. perhaps the attendees should be happy his approach to his anger today had been physical, and not in the form of blowing the fusebox out. this party, grand opening, or whatever you could call it, wasn't anything new to hanbin. except for it being occupied by far too many people he'd rather never see. scratch that, it was exactly like every corporate event he'd ever been to.

red still spills down the drain of the sink, scrubbing at his knuckles and unsure if it was making it better or worse. the faint sound of the door opening isn't lost on him, despite never attempting to lift his head. he's himself after all, uncaring and unabashed in what he's done, the lingering presence only enough for him to make him say anything at all. "that one's occupied," he states blankly, slightly less injured hand pointing behind him, in case the man crying inside of it wasn't enough.

[forunholy]

closed for @fiiregaze ( hades & zeus )

location: a bar

hanbin finds peace in the comfort of a regular bar, mindlessly losing count of which drink he was on of the night. it was ironic, considering how busy and rowdy the area was, though he probably preferred it to the quiet. in the quiet was where the parts of himself he didn't quite like festered, in the form of his work or whatever his mind conjured up. a crowded, loud bar was exactly what he needed, even if the three-piece didn't exactly fit into the aesthetics. he is at peace until the empty seat is filled by someone who hasn't put him at peace for years. his dear, older brother.

he supposes the circumstances are better than the last time, and the one before that as well. seongyeol had impeccable timing, catching hanbin at his very worst with no chance for redemption. this time perhaps, was a toned-down version of the passionate anger he was used to displaying, sullied down to snarky annoyance with the help of some whiskey. an audble sigh leaves his lips, glancing up to the bartender filling up his glass again. "you should watch out. he has a bad habit of torching bartops," hanbin says dryly, acknowledging his brother only in the form of a thumb shot in his direction.

[forunholy]

closed for @disruptedlogic [ hanbin + esen ]

he'd debated throwing the tacky envelope in the trash when he, like everyone else who had some kind of ability to make them special, received the invite to some prestigious opening of a research organization. hanbin had better things to do, even if it entailed working late just like he always did. anything was preferable to seeing the faces of far too many people he didn't like. knowing all of this was about eo's, the existence of cerberus was quick to follow, and how he'd rather not acquaint himself with them. except, in his typical fashion of being a hypocrite, he's come with seen.

"come on, let's get a drink," he lets out, shooting her a glance. it didn't take a genius to figure out this wasn't exactly optimal for either of them, but considering she was one of the few people he could count on his hand that he cared about, hanbin couldn't be a complete asshole even when his mood was down the drain. when he was already glancing around for an opportunity, silently wondering who he'd see tonight. "something strong," he adds, not exactly giving her much of an opportunity as he steps behind her, hands placed on her shoulders as he walks them to the bar.

[forunholy]

* closed for: @donewithflare

hanbin holds a cigarette to his lips, a faint puff of smoke trailing behind him as he stares up at the cerberus headquarters. he thinks the architecture is ugly, and though he'd rather throw himself off a roof than walk in that god-forsaken building for sightseeing reasons, he's sure the interior is just as outlandish and excessive. he's just having a little look, that's all. certainly not making note of anything he sees around him.

to be frank, he hates all the level ones, each unbearable and unlikable in their own way. but even if zaya wasn't a self-righteous level one, he'd probably dislike her away. hanbin lets out a sigh seeing her, rolling his eyes and wondering if he'd need another cigarette after this. still, running into her is somehow better than running into his brother out here. hanbin shoots a sparing glance in her direction, letting out a wry chuckle before letting the bud in his fingers fall to the ground, stamping it down into the cement. "maybe i should step a little closer to the building. at least if you get bomb-happy, i can get something out of it."

[forunholy]

* closed for: @lotuhs (lotus)

as far as going out, hanbin had never done much of it. he was far too busy and withdrawn to be seen having a good time. to him, his work was his enjoyment, few and infrequent nights at the bar only caused by a bad day. when despite his efforts, he didn't win. the loss loomed over his mind like a stormy cloud, losing track of how many drinks he'd had thus far, likely to only be remembered once he pays off his tab. hanbin can feel someone take a seat next to him, the bar too busy to be annoyed by it. that is, until he sees her face. and while he can't quite remember her name well enough, he does remember her face that's probably been plastered alongside the other level ones. "they're fresh out of tequila. hope that's not what you showed up for," he says, tone clipped and short with the woman beside him, quickly returning his eyes back to the front of the bar, gesturing for a refill.

[forunholy]

* closed for: @godenvy (thanatos)

hanbin isn't a bad person, he just makes bad choices. repeatedly. frequently. decisively. perhaps it's the job that's jaded him or that the idea of being good has long lost its meaning, but the world was dog eat dog. if you weren't taking advantage of someone, someone was likely taking advantage of you. there was something extremely advantageous about someone who could temporarily kill a person. it was a dream for hanbin who did nothing but teeter between the line of good and bad.

he busied himself sending out work emails from his phones he stood outside of the building, spotting ryuu approaching from the peripheral of his vision, only to continue his work as silence lingered between the two. hanbin shoots him a passing glance, fishing out something from his pocket. "eat this." he throws a protein bar in ryuu's direction, much like giving a dog a treat. he puts his phone away and walks towards his car, merely expecting the younger to follow behind him. he follows orders well enough at least, hanbin thinks. "i don't need you passing out before you get home this time," he adds, opening up the driver's door.

[forunholy]

* closed for: @fiiregaze (hades)

if the countless ignored text messages weren't proof enough, perhaps his general attitude towards his dear, old brother and corporation that full of nothing more than bullshit and propaganda. how much did seongyeol reaching out count for when their relationship was beyond repair in hanbin's eyes? even after nearly dying, he still couldn't empathize with the choices the older had made. hanbin was many things. he was liar, and he was corrupt, and perhaps even a little rotten in his core. but he didn't abandon people. not the few that he could care for beyond superficial means. at some point, he'd made the choice to live his own life, even if the image of his brother was something he couldn't escape. and judging by the sound of footsteps behind him, a distinct feeling he'd grown to hate, he couldn't avoid seongyeol either.

"this isn't a good time," he lets out with a sigh, newly unconscious body falling to the ground as he breaks his palm away from the other's chest. hanbin can practically feel his brother's eyes on him, shooting a glance at the body before turning towards the older, sparks of electricity faintly hidden as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. he hadn't meant to hurt the worker in front of him, just merely scare him into agreeing to arbitration rather than a painstakingly costly lawsuit with the company he'd taken the case with. normally he'd have someone else do this kind of dirty work, imagining his suit would have to be dry-cleaned twice over after coming in contact with this germ-ridden alleyway. but now he's really annoyed, not only because the guy in front of him passed out before he'd finished his whole spiel, but because seongyeol was here. "take a hint. don't you have some fuckin' pr stunt or photoshoot to go busy yourself with?"