Stendhal • Syndrome || SeongJoong

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"I don't think it's- My lady!"

Mingi can't stop Seonghwa, who walks fearlessly and carelessly down the long stone path. The gunfire is immense and unstoppable, with her men winning without a problem. Having come through blind spots, killing snipers and without a single response to calls for instructions.

The house is totally silent.

Seonghwa shoots the lock and enters the huge house. Her three spies bow, giving her way and Seonghwa leaves her white fur coat aside. Being quickly caught by Mingi. Seonghwa reaches the living room, where a single sound is heard.

She stops a meter away, resting a hand on his waist and smiling widely, curving her dark red painted lips, matching the long nails, revealing cut dress and stiletto heels.

Hongjoong sits on the body of one of his brothers, stabbing him uncontrollably in the face. There's a gun not far away and he has so much blood on him... He stops, panting uncontrollably and turning his head. Glasses half-fallen, hair and clothes covered in blood, bits of skin and dirt.

The huge smile on his face is brighter than usual: full of excitement, energy and anticipation. He barely puts down the knife, hunching over and panting, opening his arms. "Surprise! Now you don't have to worry about anything else!"

Seonghwa is... so beautiful.

As if she makes the house stop being a house, turning it into a bright and vivid meadow full of flowers, at the same time that her hair comes loose like sheets, filling with flowers; her clothes becoming pink and vaporous. In her hands, flowers in a bouquet.

Her gesture is kind instead of mocking.

Her look is loving instead of victorious.

Her hand with flowers instead of the gun.

Hongjoong laughs out loud, seeing the offered flowers instead of the gun pointed at him. Mingi fidgeting, San not far away, approaching with curiosity and some stains on his clothes.

"You're so kind, baby." Seonghwa coos.

Hongjoong takes the gun, even brings it closer to his face, laughing.

Thinking that he stabbed his dad while drinking.

That he killed his closest older brother who read.

His mother stopped them from shooting him and they killed her! Four shots to the chest and one to the face.

He was able to take the gun away from her and empty it into two of them.

The last one tried to attack him, slit his neck and knocked him down! That's the one he's sitting on right now.

Seonghwa came so fast... As if she expected this to happen today.

She presses the gun harder, assuming Hongjoong doesn't even know what's going on. It's... absurd, it's ridiculous, it's almost unbearable, the alien world he lives in. His mind is in the clouds, just like that.

Seonghwa's grip is shaking.

Just witnessing Hongjoong's smile, his joy at seeing her, his strength and indifference to ending his family because that would make her happy.

"What am I supposed to do with you now?" Seonghwa sighs. "Such a dumb, but dear baby... you're not supposed to be cute, you know?"

Hongjoong laughs with a shrug and Seonghwa finally lowers the gun. She puts it aside and kneels down, taking Hongjoong's face. She takes off his glasses, traces of blood and looks him straight in the eyes: "Would you die for me?"

"Whatever makes you happy." Hongjoong snuggles into Seonghwa's right hand and the woman sighs in denial.

She kisses him on the eyelids and rubs his cheeks.