"Do you know what's fun about the young, my dear fledgling? If plucked at a certain ripeness, they can endure quite a bit and will refuse to fall so easily. And with the adoration the child has for you, you yourself can be quite the weapon. So long as he thinks you are in harms way, he will do whatever I ask. Even if it means injury to him. Isn't that sweet?"
His expression is blank for almost an entire minute. Thoughts spinning out of hand as brows lower. Gwangmin has never been one to bow down to threats, but when it comes to Wonjin, he’s more sensitive. But this? This actually has him on the verge of terrified, sparking his defences, the ice that so easily grows from his palms.
The temperature plummets with each flutter of his eyelids, lips parted for breaths that radiate with foreign warmth.
“If you ever lay a hand on my Wonjin, I swear on everything that I have ever believed in, that I will hunt you down and I will rip your head off after dislocating every single fucking bone in your body. Don’t you fucking dare, even mention him to me again you filthy scum.”