#ragesus

[ryuhsn-blog]

Murder; for the drabble thing.

             murder: i’ll write my character killing yours.

                           “listen.., you really should not be here right now.”

that was what he said with his hands trying to gather up all the pills that were spread out on the wooden floor of his apartment. drugs. illegal drugs that could send a person into prison without a doubt. hason knew the risks of his job, but like his father taught him 

                                             never let a living soul get in the way. 

but it was too late. there she was with a phone in her hand, her mouth wide open as the reality kicked in. hundreds of boxes filled with the most unusual drugs out there - the ones his father’s company sold behind the public’s back each and every day. the amount of money they got out of it was unbelievable and even though he wasn’t working for that reason, he knew he would have to protect all the hard work his family had put into the business. she could not call the police, it would be the end of them both.

“i know you don’t like me, you never did and i owe you an apology–”, the male started speaking again after a painfully long silence, letting the pills fall out of his hands back to the box where they belonged to. he was trying to act calm, move slowly and not make her do anything stupid. it was a simple phone call away, the disaster. he needed to make her stop. no matter what happened, the police could not find out. “–and you think getting your revenge on me this way will send me into the hell on earth && i would suffer forever. but this, everything you see right now, is not just about me”, he spoke out softly, his face displaying a blank expression. the dark colored eyes of his were looking around, trying to spot something he could grab onto and use - when the timing was right. 

the only thing accompanying hason during the lonely nights of sorting out boxes were bottles of wine. there was so many he couldn’t even count them with the fingers on his hands. it was lame in his opinion; getting a glass bottle to use it against a woman, but he had no other way. she would call the cops, he knew she would. no matter what he would say or promise - she would not change her mind. 

                         “well i’m sorry, but i’m gonna have to send you to the real hell.” 

and so he grabbed one of the glass objects, hitting it against the wall to get it broken. the voice of broken glass falling to the ground made him cringe. it wasn’t his first time killing someone, but it surely was his least favorite way. “again, i’m sorry-”, he whispered before grabbing her wrist, his rough actions making her lose the phone she had on her small hand. the older one tugged her into his arms, raising the sharp object up before it met up with her skin. the way it dug into her flesh made everything seem so.., easy. as much as she tried to fight back, as soon as he let his arms fall off of her body, jihyun fell to the ground. the blood was mixing up with the wine that came out of the now broken bottle, making it all look like a massive mess. and that’s exactly what it was. a mess hason never intended to happen.

[ryuhsn-blog]

{ ғᴏʀ ragesus ;

    “i’m not buying that.        the whole innocent act, that is.”

[estrnged]

ragesus:

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Was everyone out to pluck her nerves today? Perhaps it wasn’t a very good idea to go on a rant why she hated humanity and how everyone deserved to die, but for that she should have stopped drinking hours ago. So while she tried to come up with valid reasons as to why, ‘humanity is crap’, her brain got fried and she only got a headache in return. “Right now.. Right now it is! Why, can you think of something better?” She rubbed her eyes, suddenly getting sleepy. Ah, alcohol, what a lovely liquid. “Don’t disturb me, I’m.. trying to think of something.” She grabbed his wrist only to push it away, telling him to ‘fuck off’ right now or she’d get angry. Even with alcohol in her system, she barely changes anything.

The tolerance of a heavy drinker came with many perks: one being that he had enough rationale to be able to find amusement in the slurring girl beside him. The corner of his lips lift, gentle chuckles escaping as he gave her space. “There are.....so.....many reasons why humanity fuckin’ sucks.” He lifts a slender finger in front of her eyes. “One being war. Two being capitalism. Three being lying, dirty fucks who think they can get away with it.” If she allows him to go on this tangent -- would he stop? Such a heavy heart has so much to spare, a load waiting to be relieved from venting. “There are the thieves, those who take advantage of the kindhearted, there is University, and repetitive commercials. All man made -- all from the conscious choice of men. But we -- we are the only exceptions. Right? We’re good people. Or, well, at least I am.” He spares her a brief glance, though the glint in his eye was mischievous. 

[warsk]

ragesus:

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She had always been red. Red like the blood that rushed to her face at nothing, red like the blood on other’s knees after their skin had fought cement. Red as in anger, her anger that infuriated her veins ever so quickly and easily. And for some reason, the same red boiled in him just the same. It coursed through him, indignant and unashamed -- his heart was too weak around her, and he knew it. The disgust that skidded along the very edges of his bones was worse. He hated feeling this way, because he knew he’d get consumed in it all. It was a weakness he couldn’t afford, especially when there were so many hands desiring to be brought around his throat -- 

So he naturally closed up. It was easy to do so. The only thing he knew effective to something as ill as fucking palpitations. And it had been working -- all up till she appeared again. And it evidently turned him red inside, all over again.

“Your whole existence annoys me, I don’t know why you’re even here.” His words barely make it between his teeth, eyes cold although his hands in fists were in heat. “How is it you want me to act then? We were never friendly to begin with.”