[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up." {what's self-control? don't know her}
it happens all the time . some calculations went wrong and he misunderstood his chances ─ gangjae was supposed to run tonight . get in a boat and go to the borders through the sea , he was caught on the docks near the boat and beaten pretty badly . too badly , his wrist was probably cracked or broken , held close to his chest as he took a long drag from his cigarette with his healthy hand , blood staining the cigarette . he had nowhere to go , didn't know what was waiting for him anywhere , even cheolsu wasn't safe right now because gangjae had no idea who leaked his location and his escape plan . maybe it's because he didn't say goodbye to haneul . the thought disappears when the door opens .
dark , save for the city lights behind him . he's seated on haneul's couch in darkness , having finished his cigarette and simply waiting for the other to get home . while gangjae expects him to scream and order him to get the hell out of his house , haneul is quiet . he comes closer ─ gangjae feels as bare as a bone sticking out of the meat . a grotesque kind of nakedness , he wants to run when haneul comes closer . he doesn't know why he's scared , what makes his muscles go tense . though he looks calmer tonight , no sign of crazed stares and mad laughter .
his foot is bouncing , repeatedly , it stops when haneul touches his face . he doesn't turn his head until haneul moves it ─ his jaw tenses momentarily but gangjae doesn't look hostile now . like a tamed hound out for blood , fallen into a trap . dark eyes roam over haneul's pretty face , pale and clean , unlike his . his blood paints haneul's fingers , but haneul doesn't take his hand away . he doesn't know why he agrees to this , for a moment gangjae thought it was going to be a brief interaction and he would be kicked out as soon as haneul came home . but still here , he stares at haneul like he's broken . it shouldn't affect him this much anymore , after getting kicked out of dongcheon , gangjae thought he was invincible now because the worst happened . alive , breathing , but never safe . not until haneul was touching him , telling him they should get him cleaned up . ‘ .. you're an idiot . ‘ in darkness , the blood covering his neck and cheeks look black . the teeth glint , makes gangjae look almost ghost like and not in a tender nor loving way . haunting , ugly . ‘ ya' .. ya still wanna help me ? tsk . what if i kill you too ? i killed five men tonight . ‘ it would be more if he got his head into it and didn't feel dizzy after that harsh blow to his skull . it would be more . leaning in , the gangster tilts his head and mumbles really close to haneul's ear . ‘ i used my knife . but ─ ‘ one bloody hand , the one that's not broken , raises to cup the side of haneul's face . pale silk stained with deep red , it's quite satisfying to gangjae . his whispering lips press against haneul's ear this time . ‘ for you , i would only use my hands . ‘
