[completed ] Choi San was too busy breaking everyone else's heart, to keep an eye on his own. And when a player gets played, things get messy...
And possibly deadly.
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「 so here I am I'm a man of my word I promised you hell and despair you will never breathe easy again I'll rule from my blood-dripping chair 」
♫grusom; evil
✩ s a n ✩
San slammed the door behind him, the sound of it resounding throughout the entire apartment, in aggressive waves. With his body trembling, every breath hurting, and his fists clenched - San walked upstairs with heavy steps.
Even in the darkness of his bedroom, San still didn't feel as hidden as he wanted to. And San wasn't the guy who usually wanted to hide himself away from the world - not anymore, at least. It had been years since he last felt this way; uncomfortable and too exposed.
Everything was finally going the way he wanted, Hongjoong seemed to have softened up to him, and then Seonghwa had to show up and ruin it. The older didn't say anything while both of them were present, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to do whatever he could to take San down.
It wouldn't be the first time.
Seonghwa had always been a shadow over San's life, a pestilence he couldn't get rid of - a sickness that would make his soul rot in the living hell he had been born into.
And it was time to finally put an end to it. San unlocked his phone, and his eyes followed his finger down the contact list, while he scrolled through it with determination itching at his fingertips.
"Yunho... It's me. I need you to find everything you can on my brother... I'll send you the information you'll need."
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Six days later, and no response from neither Hongjoong, or Yunho.
San had done everything he could - sent Hongjoong a few endearing text, and even going as far as sending flowers to his address. They had had a nice night together, San surely had tried his hardest to act like the sweetest guy around, and the cold shoulder was not quite what San had expected from his efforts.
But still, nothing.
It was clear now - Seonghwa had definitely done something.
"God!" Jongho grumbled from his side of the office, throwing his pen down in frustration over San's constant tapping against the desk.. "Would you stop fucking doing that?"
His eyes were sending daggers through the air, as San once again let his lack of concentration disturb his brother as well.
"Seonghwa is already on our asses! When are you going to take this seriously?" Jongho pushed his dark back, with a frustrated groan, while San just sent him a quick glare.
The phone was resting in San's hand, while he was busy trying to find a way to save his plans. But after Jongho had returned to the papers in front of him, scratching his head with the pen, San looked over at him. He only let his eyes rest on his younger brother for a very short moment, before Jongho would notice, and San bit into his lower lip.
