☠ DRABBLE LIST– YOU CAN SEND ONE ANYTIME.
bleed: my character will injure your character
fighting was expected from hyejung. the punches, kicks, jabs, all were expected from the young girl. she had the opportunity to fight him. he had offered, insulted her mother, and even stomped on her whole life just to get her infuriated enough that now she had a reason to fight. “i said i don’t fight without a reason.” with a stern voice, not as shaky as his when the insults slipped out of his lips. “well. now you do. so fight me.” “are ya gonna gain anything, neul?” the new nickname that she had given him recently, just weeks back. “maybe some more skills from my ‘saeng.” she scoffs, cracking her knuckles to prepare who she was up against. “you have the audacity to call me that when you said that it was my mother’s fault for winding up with a jackass? listen. i know my life is ‘pre fucked up an’ i told you a few things, but did y’really expect me to let that go?” there, he’s got her. a sick smile on his face once he cracks his neck. “obviously not. so are you gong to throw a punch?? or are you just a ba-”
he didn’t get to finish, since her knuckles had connected to his jaw and she stepped back, fighting stance and all. with balled fists hovering just inches away from her face, her teeth were grinding against each other before she clenches her jaw. he smiles at her, wiping off the excess blood from the side of his lip. “is that all you got? you’re weak. even if i’m bleeding, it wasn’t an impact where it would knock me out.” the vein in her forehead became apparent, stepping him to throw a left hook, which would connect with his jawline and hopefully, displace it. the punch threw him off to the side, his body now slammed against the wall. her anger had boiled over, and so did her blood. “are you gonna fight me, neul? are you afraid of a kid beatin’ you up-- no. are y’just lettin’ me beat you up ‘cos i’m a girl an’ a kid? huh, huh?” spoken words, yet unsaid from him when he charges at her, pulling her into a headlock as they come crashing down to the floor. beating up a girl, if the public were to see this, wasn’t moral at all. but maybe hyejung deserved it, maybe she deserved the beating, the slap to her face. how he pinned her down and threw punches continuously (which she should have done in the first place.)
she pushes him off with all the strength that she musters up, feeling the pain subside after silent tears kiss her bloodied skin. the mix of salt and crimson red blood where the iron could be smelt had invaded the room, the two of them panting in each corner as if they were boxing. it seemed like it but he wanted to fight her fair and square. he wasn’t as beat up as she was, but she planned to change that sometime soon. something unexpected after her last kick to his face, which had hurdled him to the ground yet again, as she quickly searches for an empty glass bottle. and ha, she’s found it, she’s found the key. grabbing the bottle before placing it on top of the counter, her figure hides it as he takes the time to get up. there were cuts and bruises all over, he seemed to tilt his head in fake sympathy that were embedded in his words. “what, is the baby going to cry for their mommy and daddy? oh. but it seems like her parents have left her. one had died, the child was too much to take care of. and the other? thrown away to her grandmother, hoping she was of better use there.”
god oh god, it took a turn for the worst. she didn’t expect it, he didn’t expect it, in fact- no one would have suspected it. her arm is behind her now, grabbing the glass bottle and breaking it against the counter, using i to stab him in his chest. the glass shards weren’t that sharp to cut through completely, but it did leave some stab wounds. his eye was twitching and she steps back, the glass had also cut through her porcelain skin which was now covered with blood. she lets go of it, letting the glass shatter on the floor under their feet. “you shouldn’t have messed with my family’s name like that.” he’s surprisingly, still breathing at a stable pace, as if he wasn’t phased by the stab wound. he only laughs, seeing the worked-up hyejung while he picks the shards out of his chest most of the clothing material on his shirt had bandaged the impact, so there were only scratches on his skin that was bleeding slowly. “i got a fight, now i’m a content man.” hyejung’s eyes widened. he did all of that, just for this? she yells, stomping her foot and reverting to her bratty ways.
“i can’t fuckin’ believe you, you piece of shit!”
