𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒/DREAMING FREEDOM

▓ 8

"WHY ARE WE DOING THIS AGAIN?" SIYOON HUFFED, CROSSING HIS ARMS. 

"Because someone decided to make a promise to Jeongim to help her out." Seoyoon pointedly said, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear.

The two were spying on Jeongim and how she was being treated in class. How did the two manage to sneak into the school? Let's just say that Siyoon's had experience with breaking locks. He took her hand in his, and ran as the students from Jeongim's class exited for recess.

Siyoon pouted.

"Poor girl," Seoyoon muttered, seeing Jeongim being gossiped about. 

"Let's find the ringleader, beat their ass and get outta here. How about pancakes for dinner? I-" 

Seoyoon whacked Siyoon on the head.

She looked thoughtful for a moment.

"The thing about girls bullying girls," Seoyoon whispered, "is that the leader never steps up."

(wink wink, get the ref?)

Siyoon raised his brows. "It's extremely psychological. Psychological warfare, in serious cases. The things people do when they've got nothing to lose, it's-" Seyoon sucked in a breath slightly, shaking her head. "Anyway, that blondie looks kind of suspicious. Let's look into that later."

Siyoon nodded, not moving on from what she just said.

Seoyoon smiled. "Good boy." She spoke in a quiet voice, before ruffling his hair. The slightly tired and stand offish look Siyoon wore was gone now, and he was back to acting like her personal dog. (walk him like a dog sis walk him like a dog)

THE WALK HOME WAS SILENT. Home? No, I meant Siyoon's apartment, Seoyoon thought to herself. Was she really...considering Siyoon's apartment to be more of a home than her own? Seoyoon seemed to be in a fit of emotional turmoil. Siyoon looked at her worriedly, taking her hand in his to cheer her up.

"Hey, I don't know what you're going through, but...we'll figure it out together right?"

"Together..." Seoyoon thought to herself.

She liked the sound of that. She kept the silence, but decided to lean into Siyoon instead of walking normally.

SIYOON STARES AT SEOYOON'S FEATURES, lightly tracing them as she slept. Together, he thought. We'll always be...together...no matter what, right?

...

Meanwhile, Seoyoon was having the worst fucking sleep in her entire life.

In her dream, no, nightmare, she had just seen Siyoon gouging her potential suitor's eyes out. "He dared to lay eyes on you, right? So I'll have his eyes laid out for you, love." Siyoon then walked towards her, hands trailing around her waist. Siyoon stared at her lovingly, with a menacing smile. 

He then looked at the blood on both his hands, raised them and caressed her face with a euphoric expression, and in a low whisper, spoke

"All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes."

Then he laughed. And laughed. And laughed again. As if it was some inside joke and she was outside of it. The knife he held trailed gently around her chin.