Fear | K.th [Editing]

Chaos & Bedlam [46°]

I slow down my pace when I realize Korain is walking up the stairs. His gaze falls onto my disheveled appearance, eyebrows raising in query. His footsteps sound rushed as he makes his way toward me, expecting my face to the cuts on my arms to the tears on my dress. He places his warm hand on my forearm, careful to not touch any open wounds; not wanting to further aggravate the injury.

I take notice of the different temperatures between the two brothers; Taehyung's hands always feeling cold while Korain's are warm and soothing. "Yer lip's busted," He points out, a worried look scorning his youthful features as his thumb comes up to softly feel around my lip. I lean into his touch, blissfully closing my eyes before letting out a sigh. "He did this ta ya?" I could hear the change in his tone as he addresses Taehyung, my eyes reopening to peer up at his expression.

I smile gingerly, patting the back of his hand as I lower his arm. "It's fine, I can handle myself." He purses his lips before nodding, stepping back to give me some space.

"Ya needa get cleaned up befa ya go down tha– 'you must always look your best if you want to represent Blue Rose while you're still alive.'" I giggle lightly at his humor of mimicking Jessi's small threat to the members of the mafia. He grins back before his eyes catch onto the maid from before making her way into our direction. He waves his hand, grabbing her attention. "Love, could'ya assist this beautiful woman 'ere by fittin' er into a hanbok n' attend 'er injuries?"

The maid smiles coyly, nodding and waiting for me to come with her. I can tell she was swooning over his good-looks. Holding back a laugh, I wave him off, to which he reflects the swift motion. "See ya at dinna." I smile and nod, turning my head back around to follow the maid.

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"I need her, I need her, I need her!"

Jeongguk watched as his boss trashed his own office, pushing off what was on his desk and letting it clatter to the floor; tearing down pinned up papers from off the wall; grabbing books that were neatly organized on the bookshelf and tossing them into the air; creating loud thuds when they hit the wooden flooring, some flying over to Jeongguk and nearly missing him.

He yelled in anger as he continued to reck havoc inside his own confines all while a man with a porcelain bunny mask on sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, observing him having a temper tantrum.

When he got to the painting of his once lover hanging unbothered up against the wall, that is when he stopped and stared at the face of his past story of love, a thought in his mind that the story was now dead; unbeknownst to him that she still lived on. He grabbed the ends of the painting and diligently took it off the hooks, observing the artistic skill in perfecting her face just right. He huffed out, eyes shifting when a splash of red landed on her hand. His eyebrow raised and he touched his face, feeling a small cut that had formed on his cheek during his freak out.

Sighing, he tossed the painting away from him and took out a cigarette. He ambled over to his desk, pulling open all the drawers until he finally found a piece of paper. Reaching into the wooden drawer, he took out the paper; a letter; and placed it on top of the desk as he whipped out his lighter, lighting his cigarette. "They're asking why I stabbed my eye," He looked up at Jeongguk, his brows jutting up quickly as he talked between the cigarette perched in his teeth. "--If it's to get what I want, sacrifices like this," He pointed toward his eye covered in a bandage and grinned eerily, almost sending chills down Jeongguk's spine.

"Are a trivial thing."

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