❝ you got sold to us, so suck it up.. ❞
❝ hyung, don't say that! she might get the wrong idea- ❞
❝ oh no, i mean it.. ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ───── ˎˊ˗
𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴, got an email,
being sold something in
a sketchy deal but
accepted the offer to see
if it...
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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 "heeseung is so close, his hand coming up. he needs to do something. punch him, grab him, push him off her. something. the man looks up as if he can feel it." warnings: death threats, anger issues, cursing (obviously)
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𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘, her dress is too tight around her chest, her head is spinning. "you..." the word leaves her mouth in a stutter. her tongue feels too heavy, she can't get any other words out.
the man seems to understand what she'd said, despite the noise. "me." he replies, his lips close to her face. it's taunting. he's taunting her. asuki can't see straight. his features are swaying, the dim club lights aren't helping. "you." she repeats, her voice slowly turning into a whisper.
"me." he repeats mockingly.
"you're that man.. that.. j-junhui.."
──────── heeseung's view...
"fuck," heeseung groaned, "i lost her." He pushed his way through the crowd, trying to make his way to where he'd left her last. his eyes scanning the setting in search of asuki. heeseung circles back around when he can't find her on the dance floor, going back to the bar. Maybe she went to the bathroom, he thinks.
his gaze stopped at the bar, one of the girls has asuki's build and a dress that looks like the black dress she'd arrived in.
"suki?" heeseung called out. It's a vain attempt, the music is too loud. he pushes forward, relief settling his nerves when he realizes he's right, the woman is his suki. "there you are," he muttered, weaving closer, holding what's left in the drinks he'd gotten.
his steps falter as he draws closer. is she...with another guy? the relief fades into anger. he closes the distance between them, drinks forgotten as they crash against the floor. his hands are balled into fists, ready to grab at the man she's pressed up against.
heeseung is so close, his hand coming up. he needs to do something. punch him, grab him, push him off her. something. the man looks up as if he can feel it.
heeseung freezes. anger bleeding away, replaced by the chilling press of fear. "wen. junhui." the name leaves his mouth in a whisper, inaudible against the music. his eyes dart to asuki, the fear on her face. "don't—"don't hurt her, don't hurt suki, he wants to say, but the words don't leave his mouth.
junhui's lips are tilted in a smirk. "jealous?" heeseung can barely hear the word but he does. he watches his lips reattaching to asuki's neck. his canines slowly grazed her jugular, before he vacuumed the soft skin into his mouth. a sickly feeling is stirring in his gut, he can't stand it—another man touching his suki.
"i'll kill you," he starts, teeth bared in a snarl. he starts forward, fist aiming for junhui's mouth. he doesn't make it a step. someone is groping at his arm. someone is snaking their arms around his waist. someone is pulling him away. someone is telling him to dance with her.
he's getting pulled away. away from suki. "don't touch her!" the words finally make it past his lips. "don't hurt her!" junhui watches him, his lips working up her throat, past her jaw, settling on her lips. he sees suki try to push away, the tear that runs down her face. the music swallows his anguish, his anger.
"i'll fucking kill you."
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