[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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「I gotta pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep And when the dirt hits your coffin just go to sleep 」
♫ hollywood undead; i don't wanna die
✩ s a n ✩
Blood.
That was the only thing San wanted to see. Red, warm blood splattered on his clothes, covering his hands and streaming across the floor - and his brother's face; pale with bleak eyes.
He wanted Seonghwa dead, simple as that and nothing less would do. While the thought had run through his head at least one million times before, he now wanted it more than ever.
"I have the new information you asked for," Yunho spoke through the phone. "Meet me at the usual spot tomorrow at 10pm."
"Thanks Yunho," San replied, before hanging up.
The night view outside became a big blur of light, as he intensely stared out the window - as if the whole city was on fire, set ablaze with the hatred for his brother.
While San finally felt like he was finding the last pieces to fulfill his plan, he was oblivious to the fact that he was running against time - he wasn't the only one who was getting ready for war.
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Every other person around him seemed so distant and dull - like faceless mannequins sitting around the big oval table in the conference room. Seonghwa's face was the only one San saw clearly, and the older's voice was thundering through his ears, causing him to clench his hands under the table.
It was a struggle like never before; with every little part of him wanting to just reach out, put his hands around his older brother's neck and squeeze it until there was no air left - to smash his head against the ground, and let him bleed out just like he had done to Ren.
San moved around uneasily on his chair, at the thought of the person who made him feel love for the first and only time in his life. Seonghwa had taken many things from San over the years, but being able to recall this particular memory, which had been buried so deep underneath the trauma of what happened afterwards, had ignited a hatred that could not be held back much longer.
During the meeting, Jongho side eyed him several times but San didn't react to it - his mind was too busy planning his revenge. Seonghwa was presenting some investment ideas for the board, one Jongho had come up with - which had pleased the oldest brother, but only put San in an even worse light for his lack of work commitment.
What felt like hours later, Seonghwa was finally wrapping up and everyone left the room. Everyone, except San and the evil in the black suit.
"I know what you did..." San spoke slowly, in a low voice, as Seonghwa was heading for the door.
