DEPUTY - woosan (crime)

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Barely a second passed before San also was up on his feet, his piercing eyes baring deep into Changbin. His head tilted to the side menacingly and a wicked grin appeared on his face upon noticing Changbin's rage increasing. He only looked even scarier when keeping in mind that he was covered from head to toe in blood. Not even his own blood. Changbin's face turned into a sour frown, and San found amusement and enjoyment in him.

" Come on. Try me. " He nagged, edging Changbin on more, his hand making a 'come here' motion while he smiled. Changbin only watched San for a few more seconds in silence before lunging at him, successfully throwing him to the ground.

Was this gonna be worth it?

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San grabbed Changbin, and in the flick of the moment he flipped him over as they were tumbling to the floor, pinning Changbin to the floor with his wrists on either side of his head, staring down at him challengingly.  " You got yourself in this position, midget. " He snapped at him, receiving a very unexpected knee in the stomach.

San groaned out upon feeling the lack of air and oxygen in his lungs. Changbin, taking advantage of San gasping briefly for air, wrestled his wrists free from his grasp.

He swung his right elbow right in San's face, using his free arm to stand up. San spat out blood on the floor, partly laying down on his stomach while using his arms to hold his upper body up. The maniac started chuckling softly to himself, wiping his bleeding mouth. His lower lip was coated in his blood. It tasted metallic.

" You've got quite the audacity for your size. " He smirked, looking down at the top of his hand at his fair skin with smeared blood adorned on his palm. Changbin glared at him, full of hatred only for him and him only. San's insane gaze flicked from his palm to Changbin who was growing steadily more and more anxious as the seconds passed upon realizing just how deep in his episode San is.

His frigid and distant eyes that once was indifferent to anything and everything seemed to be consumed with the psychotic nature that San found himself to be in. He might not realize it himself, but he's uncontrollable, he'd lost control, and only god knows what he was capable of doing.

The fact alone that he was coated in blood top to bottom didn't help, he looked like a serial killer. Changbin didn't know it himself, but he was infact staring at a serial killer, who'd up until this moment taken the lives of several innocent men and women. Changbin found himself wanting and longing to speak for his case, but it was just something about those unnatural eyes that shut him up naturally. San was fully aware of the fact that by his manipulative acts and insane eyes he could shut whoever he wanted up. And oh how he abused that trait.

San tilted his head to the side, before slowly standing up. Blood was still smeared on the side of his plump lips and Changbin could see the injury he'd left there after elbowing him straight in the face. He was actually aiming for San's jaw, but missed, luckily for him he still struck him, otherwise he'd be very very ashamed and embarrassed. " You realize I could kill you right now?  " He whispers darkly, and Changbin's heartrate picked up a large amount. He could very well be on the edge of demise and wouldn't even see it coming. " You didn't even react when I got out of the handcuffs. " San remarked amusingly, glancing back behind him at the unlocked handcuffs by the foot of the chair he previously was sat on.

" It was almost as if you trusted me. " San whispers shakily, staring at the floor wide-eyed and crazed.  " I do not need a knife to murder. " San stated, looking down at his fist and clenching it tightly. Changbin blinked as San's words progressively processed in his brain. San could see the anxiety rising in Changbin as the moment progressed, it was easy, Changbin reeked  of anxiety.