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[serdtsa]

"Why does he mean so much to you, hm? A mere human, as breakable as a twig and as annoying as a mosquito. What about him garners such fierce protectiveness in you? Or perhaps you are simply an animal guarding your food."

Why. Gwangmin has asked himself that too, many times over. And the question puts him off for a moment. He’s not sure how to answer, maybe because he never really has answered such a question before. But when his lips finally part for words, they are many and quick — speaking until he runs out of breath. 

“He means this much to me because he’s the only one who really listens to me, who cares for me unconditionally. He’s the first person I have dared to open myself up to entirely, the only one I’ll ever tell about the things that happened to me when I was a kid. And don’t you fucking dare take the only person that I actually can say I love away from me. I won’t let you! I might be young, but if I have to give everything that I am to make sure he’s safe I will. I won’t even hesitate. So fuck off!” 

[serdtsa]

"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.”

[serdtsa]

"Jihoon." There's a faint whisper from behind a closed door, a tender calling from the Red Lady whose sorrows are hidden from the world.

     — He captures the quiet call of his name from behind closed doors: her voice hasn’t been heard in far too long. Of course Jihoon moves quickly, stands up in less than a second, reaching the door to pull it open within the span of two. He eyes her form behind blond strands of hair, bleached in akin resemblance of their maker’s, though not entirely on purpose. “Alexis.”