Crimson Threads || Soonhoon

Tres

Soonyoung’s eyes darkened with a mixture of obsession and frustration. The amusement in Jihoon’s unbothered expression pushed him further toward the edge. Without another word, Soonyoung reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, sharp blade. He held it up, watching as the dim light flickered off the metal before turning his gaze back to Jihoon.

Woozi didn’t flinch.

“You think this is all a game, don’t you?” Soonyoung growled, his voice low and predatory as he moved closer. He trailed the tip of the blade against Jihoon’s cheek, applying just enough pressure to draw a thin line of blood. It trickled slowly down Jihoon’s pale skin, but the reaction Soonyoung was hoping for never came.

Jihoon simply tilted his head, letting the blood slide down without even a flicker of fear. Instead, he studied Soonyoung with mild curiosity, like he was observing some strange creature rather than a dangerous mafia boss.

“So, what now?” Jihoon asked, his voice as calm as ever. “Do you expect me to scream? Or beg?”

Soonyoung gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting. He wanted to break Jihoon, to see him fall apart under his control. But Woozi’s indifference was driving him mad.

“You’re interesting,” Jihoon continued, almost as if he were musing to himself. “I’ve never seen someone so desperate to control something they don’t understand.”

Soonyoung snapped, grabbing Jihoon by the jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You think you’re untouchable? You think this doesn’t affect you?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl.

Jihoon’s eyes flickered with faint amusement. “Do you want me to cry? Would that make you feel better?”

Something shifted in Soonyoung’s expression. The blade fell from his hand, clattering to the floor as he leaned in closer, his grip on Jihoon’s jaw tightening. “You’re not as strong as you think you are, Jihoon.”

He lowered his voice, his breath hot against Jihoon’s skin as his hands slid from Jihoon’s jaw to his neck, then down to his chest. His touch became something else—something darker, more sensual. His fingers danced over Jihoon’s collarbone, tracing the line of his throat before sliding lower. Soonyoung’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his voice a soft whisper in Jihoon’s ear.

“I know your weak point.”

Jihoon’s breath hitched slightly, but he maintained his stoic demeanor. Still, Soonyoung could feel the slight shift in his body language, the way Jihoon’s muscles tensed under his touch. It was subtle, but it was enough. Soonyoung knew he was getting under his skin, even if just a little.

“You’re not invincible,” Soonyoung murmured as his hands roamed lower, brushing over Jihoon’s hips, his touch teasing but firm. “You’re just like anyone else.”

Jihoon’s heart rate quickened, but he fought to keep control. He refused to give Soonyoung the satisfaction. The psychopathic gleam in Soonyoung’s eyes only made Jihoon more intrigued. He wasn’t scared—far from it. If anything, he was interested in seeing just how far Soonyoung would go.

“You’re not as indifferent as you pretend to be,” Soonyoung whispered, his fingers lingering on the waistband of Jihoon’s pants, his thumb tracing slow circles against Jihoon’s skin. “I can feel it. You want to resist, but it’s getting harder, isn’t it?”

Jihoon’s lips parted slightly, but he clenched his jaw, refusing to give in. Soonyoung’s hand moved to the back of Jihoon’s neck, pulling him closer until their faces were mere inches apart.

“You’re just a man, Jihoon,” Soonyoung said, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “No matter how strong you think you are, I can break you.”

But Jihoon, ever resilient, met Soonyoung’s gaze with a smirk of his own, his eyes glinting with challenge. “You can try.”

Soonyoung’s fingers tightened around Jihoon’s neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to make his presence known. His other hand traced the lines of Jihoon’s body with deliberate slowness, testing, pushing, trying to find the cracks in Woozi’s carefully built facade.

But Jihoon refused to break. Even as Soonyoung’s touch grew more daring, more intimate, Jihoon kept his composure, his breath steady, though his pulse betrayed his excitement.

“You think you know me,” Jihoon said softly, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. “But you don’t. I’m not as fragile as you think.”

Soonyoung’s eyes darkened, his smirk faltering for just a moment. He wanted to push further, to see Jihoon unravel under his hands. But no matter how far he went, Woozi resisted, staying just out of reach, his defiance unwavering.

“You can’t win this,” Jihoon whispered, his smirk widening as he leaned forward, their lips almost brushing. “I’m not like your other toys.”

Soonyoung’s breath hitched, his obsession pushing him toward madness. Jihoon’s calm was infuriating, his resistance intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to claim him, to make Jihoon fall apart in his hands.

But no matter what Soonyoung did, Jihoon remained steadfast, a fortress of iron will. And as the minutes ticked by, the realization dawned on Soonyoung.

Woozi wasn’t going to break.

“You think you’re safe?” Soonyoung asked, his voice shaking with frustration. “You think you can just walk away from this?”

Jihoon leaned back, letting Soonyoung’s grip loosen slightly. “I think you’re wasting your time,” he said, his tone casual, almost bored. “I’m not going anywhere. But I’m not giving you anything, either.”

Soonyoung’s breath came in ragged bursts, his obsession gnawing at him, tearing at his sanity. He had thought he could break Jihoon. But the unflinching resistance, the subtle amusement in Woozi’s eyes—it drove him to the edge of madness.

And Jihoon, ever composed, knew he had already won.

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-Rix.
They both are menaces atp.