embrues:
only a hum in reply with carefully measured look. DEEP down underneath the pent-up odium he’s collected for the past few y e a r s, it sprung forth. a RESTLESSNESS settling heavy on his shoulders more than ever, splashing about his eyes & r a t t l i n g that exhaustive cage of bones that’s trapped such a turbulent soul. PULL of an anchor tugging him down a pit he has the unnerving instinct he won’t relieve from. ( passing thought, ahreum might be just as tired as jitae with the state of things. ) ❝ you know what— there’s a woman out there who fucking E A T S bricks like potato chips, i can’t be sure about anything. i’d say she’s pretty monstrous, just hire her. ❞ something quizzical passing over his face. it might not be a SECRET anymore, another hyun in town & asking for jitae by name—- understandably NERVE-WRACKING. ❝ oh, i’m g r e a t. how’s stabbing people with needles going ? ❞
they both had their skeletons deep hidden in old closets, they both had reasons for why looking back is deeply not advised to their brethren ( too many the times in which the fear of being dragged back had twisted the artist’s stomach to the point of bleeding, ulcerous mess like he himself was ) who wanted to live as free as birds in the sky where. but they were not birds and he knew fate was going to give them the proverbial smack in the ass, he could feel it so deep in his dainty-looking bomes. “ look at me hiring her as a bodyguard and i think i’ll never get a nightmare again. ” the sharp chuckle and slight fondness on his gaze sign of a bond that still gave him some semblance of a heart, seeking for famly where family he couldn’t look for. “ it’s been as oddly satisfying as ever, but this time no ridiculous dick tattoos, sorry. ”













