#p:monster

[mpxhwiyoung]

Monster | Hwiyoung & Diana

@mpxdiana

Diana almost could not believe what she had just heard. It was almost insulting, hearing Hwiyoung try to- what, defend himself? Defend his actions? Who the hell did he think he was fooling? Not her, not ever again. There was not a thing on this earth that could redeem him in her eyes.

“You can’t act innocent after what you did. You nearly killed me.“ Not to mention the things he had said; threats that still had her wake up in a cold sweat more often than she would like to admit. She wanted to tell him that he had no idea what he had done to her, but she knew that he knew exactly what he had done. He probably got a sick thrill, knowing that she flinched at the slightest sudden sound or touch and could barely look in the mirror because he had worn down her self-worth to such a startling degree.

“You... You ruined me. You don’t get to pretend you’re not a monster after all that. Get the hell away from me.”

She was right; he did find satisfaction in seeing her broken and messed up beyond repair. In fact, Hwiyoung had made it was bit of a personal goal to screw her up a little more every time that their paths crossed. Perhaps it was petty and he should have just let her go, but he had always been a sore loser and didn’t like not having the final word. It wasn’t that he had ever liked Diana either, seeing her as more of a tool than a human being, but the fact that he once possessed her still stood.

“No, I was angry and rightfully so,” he responded in a calm voice, head tilted as he looked down to her, “There’s nothing shocking about a man being upset that his girlfriend just suddenly decided to leave him. It’s not my fault for having loved you.” But the words were empty because there was no real need for Hwiyoung to act, and they both knew he was lying.

“You need to stop making things up, Diana. Get out of your fantasy land where you keep thinking you’re a victim, and realise that you’re the real bitch here.”

[ice-cream-juseyo]

Monster || Seunghyun & Jiyong

Old habits die hard, sometimes fighting no matter how hard you wish they’d go down easily.

Old habits die hard, and so every time Seunghyun stepped foot out of the apartment, every time he was away from the kittens and the broad smiles he tucked the gun into the holster at the back of his jeans, the garrote in the pocket of his coat. There wasn’t an excuse for it, other than the fact that he didn’t feel right without them there; his pockets felt too light, he felt unprotected.

The streetlights were flickering on as he left, their soft glow brightening the streets as he locked the door behind him and started walking, no real destination in mind. The sidewalks were starting to crowd every evening with people shopping after work. His breath clouded on the air as he walked, trying to stay as far from his fellow pedestrians as he could.

(It was harder than he thought it would be.)

Halfway to the Tea House he felt someone bump into him, and he apologized softly – but they were already gone by the time he turned, catching only a flash of hair brilliant ruby and a lithe frame disappearing into the crowds. He’d never seen hair that shade, but it was still a familiar sight somehow. It took him a second or two of walking before the pieces all clicked –

And it processed that his pocket was lighter than it should have been. He rammed a hand in, found nothing but this apartment key and some pocket lint.

…Jiyong.

Seunghyun spun on his heel, but there was no shock of red hair visible. No chameleon boy with a too-sharp tongue. But if he figured out what he’d just lifted from Seunghyun’s pocket – if he told Dae…

It had been weeks since he last ran. He charged off down the sidewalk now regardless, pushing through the other walkers without apology, already thinking contingency plans and praying he wouldn’t need them.