Crimson Threads || Soonhoon

Uno

The alleyway was soaked in shadows, the kind of darkness that swallowed light and suffocated sound. Jihoon stood frozen, eyes wide as he watched the scene unfold before him. His breath caught in his throat as Soonyoung stood over the lifeless body of his ex-girlfriend, blood pooling around her in a grotesque halo. The glint of the knife in Soonyoung’s hand reflected the faintest sliver of moonlight, an ominous reminder of the violence that had just transpired.

Jihoon had seen enough in his line of work to know how brutal Soonyoung could be, but nothing had prepared him for the visceral reality of witnessing the mafia boss in action. A wave of nausea washed over him as his mind tried to process what he had just seen. The metallic scent of blood was thick in the air, clinging to his senses, as the gravity of the situation sunk deeper into his bones.

He backed away, slow and deliberate, praying to slip into the night unnoticed. But the sound of his heart pounding in his ears was deafening, and every step felt like an earthquake beneath him. Jihoon cursed under his breath, his fingers trembling as he turned, only to feel his stomach twist into a knot when he realized Soonyoung was already behind him.

“Leaving so soon?” Soonyoung’s voice was a low, dangerous whisper, soft but dripping with malice. The sound sent shivers down Jihoon’s spine, and he barely had time to react before Soonyoung lunged at him.

Their bodies collided with the force of a storm. Jihoon fought back, fast and desperate, throwing punches and kicks with precision, but Soonyoung was stronger, relentless. Each of Jihoon’s movements was met with overwhelming force, until Soonyoung’s hand snatched his wrist and twisted him around, slamming Jihoon hard against the cold, unforgiving brick wall. A gasp escaped Jihoon’s lips as the wind was knocked out of him, but before he could recover, Soonyoung pinned him in place, one knee pressing between Jihoon’s legs, immobilizing him completely.

For a moment, all Jihoon could hear was the rush of his own ragged breathing, mingling with the eerie silence of the night. He struggled, but Soonyoung’s grip was unyielding, his body a solid wall of muscle pressing against Jihoon’s, the heat between them crackling with a palpable tension.

“Such a beautiful thing, aren’t you?” Soonyoung’s voice was venomous, but there was a sickening fascination in his gaze as his eyes roamed over Jihoon’s features. His fingers grazed Jihoon’s jaw, trailing a path from his chin up to his cheek, as if memorizing every delicate curve. Jihoon’s face was striking, with sharp, elegant lines that gave him an almost ethereal appearance—eyes dark and deep like the night sky, lips soft yet defined, and skin that seemed to glow even in the dim light of the alley.

Despite the dire situation, Jihoon couldn’t help the flush of anger and humiliation that burned in his chest at Soonyoung’s words. His beauty had always been a tool, a weapon he could use to manipulate or disarm others, but in this moment, under Soonyoung’s predatory gaze, it felt like a weakness.

“You disgust me,” Jihoon spat, his voice tight, though the fear beneath it was undeniable. He struggled to push Soonyoung off, but every movement only tightened Soonyoung’s hold on him.

“Oh, I know,” Soonyoung said, chuckling darkly, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned in closer. The scent of blood lingered on him, intoxicating and overpowering. “But that’s what makes this fun, isn’t it?”

Jihoon’s breath hitched as Soonyoung’s knee pressed harder against him, the pressure drawing him further into submission. There was no escape, and the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Soonyoung wasn’t just a ruthless killer—he was a man who enjoyed the power, the control, and the fear he could instill in others.

“You’re a monster,” Jihoon growled, glaring up at him, eyes burning with defiance. But even in his defiance, there was a beauty to him that was impossible to ignore. His lips, parted in frustration, quivered with the words he fought to keep steady. His slender frame, tense and rigid, was both fragile and resilient—a perfect contrast that only seemed to intrigue Soonyoung further.

Soonyoung’s fingers trailed down Jihoon’s neck, tracing the pulse that beat wildly beneath the skin. “Perhaps,” he murmured, his tone a mockery of gentleness, “but I see something in you, something... useful.”

Jihoon tensed at the implication, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes. “I’m not some toy for you to play with.”

Soonyoung laughed softly, a sound that chilled Jihoon to his core. “Oh, but you are. You just don’t know it yet.”

The way Soonyoung’s eyes gleamed in the darkness was nothing short of predatory, a cruel hunger lurking behind every word. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over Jihoon’s ear, and whispered, “You’ll be of good use to me.”

Before Jihoon could react, his world spun into darkness. A sharp pain surged through his skull as Soonyoung’s grip tightened, and the alley around him dissolved into nothingness. The last thing he saw was Soonyoung smirking while checking his figure out.

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- Rix

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