he had to tell himself, that he was only coming for an apology. that’s all he wanted to hear. an apology muttered from a nice pair of lips, a set of sincere eyes, and a face full of conviction. text messages often get lost in translation. and after experiencing so much frustration and rage from someone, Han should have been wise enough to know where his mind was going. the black-outs he’d typically experience could often provide excuse the stupidity and lack of self-control adding—
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to that mix, and he was sure he’d fall into something dark would happen. but he had no problem with that, didn’t he? and even after an apology, what then? does Saeran say they’ll never do it again? does Han accept this? does he forgive? does he believe them? do they agree to the forbidden? could they put a name on what they were doing? would it be unlabeled and would there be a cause for more miscommunication in the future? did Saeran even care? or was it time wasted and games played?
Han liked winning, either way. and he didn’t like the idea of losing Sae to someone else.
despite this, something about him welcomed an invitation, but something also brought with him that silver in his back pocket. and something told him he’d use it, after seeing the marks on Saeran’s skin. there was a part of him holding back the biting insults his mind perfectly constructed as eyes met eyes. people who care about each other don’t think these things, but were they meant for them? as eyes traveled to the marks, he gritted his teeth-- as he discovered more, there was a part of him that swayed against a doorframe, hesitant to even walk in. the annoyance pressing into his skull in a beating headache. he had to fight past all other impulses to turn around and leave.
but he shoved past the other, heading straight for a seat as he awaited an apology, nothing more.