⚠️Warnings: Mature, Strong language, abuse, toxicity
"Greed, an insidious companion, whispered promises of possession into Adrian(Hwang Pil-Gwang) 's ear. The thought of claiming So Mun for himself consumed him. He knew that his actions were fraught...
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🔴 1 Day Before //Sunday Evening
Chapter XXX: 🍂
🔸Adrian (Hwang Pilgwang) POV
"What happened?"
Ayrie's ever-familiar stride reaches my still figure in the living room. I am too absorbed in contemplating So Mun's sleeping form in my arms. The top of his head rests against my chest, and my hands are clasped protectively around his body, as if someone might try to steal him away.
"I don't know," I whisper, careful not to wake him. "He seems to have had a moment of crisis, freaked out, and almost killed himself."
His sleeping face, elegant in its contours, reflects both a childlike innocence and a surprising maturity. Ayrie proceeds to sit on the red velvet sofa, his eyes moving unto us in silent contemplation... And I can sense his giddy thoughts, the thousand questions, the multiple interrogations he would like to subject me to, but most of all, he seems astonished by what his eyes are seeing. As if the fact that I am holding him in my arms is an epic phenomenon, never seen before.
"I heard that he exorcised thirty evil spirits by himself, with his bare hands without any help..."Ayrie sighs, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully. "But I don't understand... why was he so angry. Why act so recklessly?" I think I do know why. I believe I am the cause of his anger, as he is the cause of my sudden empathy. Estranged compassion... "I suppose he is experiencing what I feel, somehow the bond is getting stronger and the things I feel he feels it too... "I say in an equivocal tone.
"Mmm, I see. It would explain his sudden impulse...however-" Ayrie frowns before continuing. The room is gloomy except for several candles I lit on the shelves, bestowing that spooky but also cozy atmosphere to the room. "Your spirits... how are they taking it? Are they giving you trouble? Are they weakened?" I shake my head without answering. And for a moment I don't speak but listen, lulled by how his gentle breathing departs from his body. The rise and fall of his abdomen. The long, scattered curls on my bare chest. "Actually, my spirits are starting to like him...."
"How is that possible?!" Ayrie exclaims, his eyes wide. I cast a reproachful glance in his direction, intimating him to lower his voice. He apologizes, and I continue. "I think they are beginning to share the lust I feel, the hunger... It's like they are accepting it gradually."
"You mean, they accept how you feel about him?"
I shake my head again. "Not exactly. They want me to treat him as a sex toy. They welcome the pleasure I receive from him, but not how Mun alters my emotions..." I explain, and as a result I get a tad pissed. Irritated because of the hole inside my chest, for I actually don't have knowledge of what I feel and I don't want to find out.
