Possession | Hwiyoung & Diana
For @mpxdiana
Hwiyoung took that morning to prepare for Diana’s arrival. He wasn’t making her lunch or anything ridiculous, but instead spent the time meticulously smashing up his living room. Mugs were shattered on the floor, books were tossed and, as a finishing touch, he made sure to break a few framed photographs of himself and Diana. It was a big enough mess that he could justify not having cleaned it all up yet, but contained enough to look like a crazy girlfriend’s temper tantrum.
The knock on the door came just in time. Diana was under the impression that she was picking up her notebook but, and the thought made Hwiyoung smirk, she didn’t realise what she was walking into. She would return to him, his foolish weapon forced at his side, and Diana would never dare to leave him again.
Rubbing his eyes to give them a more fatigued appearance, Hwiyoung went to open the door. “Diana, you’re here,” he greeted her in a soft voice, the sort of practiced tone that he reserved only for her, “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually come.” There were scratches rubbing up his arm, a self-inflicted surface wound that looked almost like he’d been clawed at. “Your uh.. your notebook is in my room,” he lied, letting her in to give her a good view of the messed up apartment, “I’ll get it for you.”