"if you think this was personal," he said quietly. "it wasn't." you laughed, soft and bitter. "oh, that's supposed to help? wow. thanks, seungmin. i definitely don't feel insane for thinking you were lying to chris for me." you leaned in, fists bunching his shirt. "you're cold and evil, got it? such an arrogant prick. for a second i wanted to jump over that table and strangle you when i realized you were faking it. but that's what you do, right? pretend to be decent so no one sees what you actually are." he swallowed, eyes flicking to your lips before snapping back up. "get off me." "make me." the silence that followed was dangerous. your breathing roared in your ears as everything hit at once, your thighs tight at his sides, his thumbs brushing the inside of your wrists, his legs pinned beneath you, heat bleeding through the thin fabric between you. shit, this wasn't how you wanted it to go. ₊ ˚. 🕯️ ⊹₊ ⋆ A group of young people. Every heard of them? Probably not. Their name is The Movement... and they sure as hell will switch over your innocent imaginations of life. especially in the middle of war...

No way. "Seungmin..?" you breathed, crawling closer, every inch careful after that explosion tossed your hair all over hell. A soft groan slipped out, making your heart slam against your ribs. Did it work? Did you actually pull him back? Your mouth hung open, eyes locked on him like he was the only thing left in the world that mattered to your twisted mind. Like this sick experiment was more beautiful than anything else. Your eyes shone in amazement. Rain still clung to your skin, clothes soaked and sticking tight. He shifted, slow and heavy, blinking like he was waking from a nightmare, confused but alive. You did it. You brought Seungmin back. You actually brought a human back to life.

"U know I relly like u" "Seungmin it's 11pm shush and go to sleep" "Bvt I csnt hrlp it" "Pass your phone to the one who is with you, so I can know how drunk you are 🤦‍♀️"

✦✧━✧✦ "Shut up before I actually make you," you barked, pushing his chest with some force, though he barely flinched. He looked down at you, eyes low and dark, a slow smirk playing on his lips. "You're not gonna do that, are you?" "Do what?" you snapped, narrowing your eyes and tilting your head, already dizzy from the alcohol, his gaze heavy enough to make you swallow hard. Without a word, he stepped closer and pinned you against the wall, barely touching you, but the weight of him pressed in all the same. "Making me shut up," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "How do you imagine that? You're too much of a wimp to fight me." He mimicked your head tilt perfectly, mocking you, and you couldn't help but gulp. ✦✧━✧✦

Lee Yon Mi, always had a quiet life she thought it will stay like that forever but after she moved back to Korea to follow her dream, she fell in love with a superhero, oblivious about the fact that the person behind the mask was her enemy, Kim Seungmin.

━ ⋆ ⚘ ⋆ ━ "I can't hurt you. Even if I wanted to," he muttered, voice low, unreadable. Seungmin's fists clenched at his sides. He looked like he had something to say, but you were past listening. "Why?! You never fucking hesitated before!" you spat, your voice shaking with fury. His jaw tightened. "Because you're my best friend's precious little sister." Your blood ran cold. "Then act like it," you seethed. "Help me get him back." His gaze locked onto yours, something shifting-like your words had shattered whatever restraint he had left. His eyes softened into that puppy look. A long silence. Then, a slow exhale. "Oh, fuck it." ━ ⋆ ⚘ ⋆ ━