HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT.

Despite his otherwise neutral expression, you could still see the surprise in his eyes at the words. ‘I’m on your side.’ He’s heard those words before, mainly from his parents, desperate to save their unraveling son. Or doctors, thinking maybe an ounce of trust was all it might take. But this was different. This was Sanghoon, friend turned enemy, now turned whatever this was.

It was different because he was the only other person who’d ever said that to him. 

It felt like grasping at straws, trying to fully understand the other and his intentions. The salvaging of the crumbled remains of whatever good was once there, that lightness that used to exist between them. They were kids and things were good and fine until they weren’t, until they turned sour. And he feels stupid, like a kid again, hearing those words. ❝I’ve heard that before,❞ he says. 

   Lexx laughed, just a little. She’d been wanting to say something about him, express her- it wasn’t quite concern, she was far too capable of handling herself to be concerned over someone like him overpowering her, Call it- curiosity, she supposed. Hyunwoo was curious, in ways she couldn’t quite narrow in on.    “Well- Sometimes you get that look in your eye. One that thrives on trouble. I don’t see it very often. Maybe I’m misreading things? I doubt it though, very good instincts on this one.” She tapped her head, to accentuate the point. Her eyes suddenly brightened and widened a little as she walked towards the other, one arm resting on her hip while the other lay lax at her side.    “Or maybe it’s- how does that saying go? Birds of a feather flock together? Yes, that. I don’t know about you, but I feel I haven’t hid my inclinations very well. It just oozes out of me, like blood oozes from a slashed artery.” With a flash of silver and a flick of the wrist, there was a dagger from the sleeve of her dress. Lexx played with it, setting off an unprecedented air of experience. This was far from her first time wielding a knife. She glanced to Hyunwoo to gauge his response, a slight smile on her painted lips.

❝Let’s be honest,❞ he says, eyes meeting her gaze. ❝Who doesn’t like a little bit of trouble every now and then? ❞ He grins. She was an interesting one, that was for certain. Not many people took note of anything beneath Hyunwoo’s charms, then again, most people had the tendency to only see what they wanted to see. 

But he had a hunch that Lexx wasn’t quite the type to get caught up in illusions or false pretenses. He found it interesting. And while he should probably proceed with caution, Hyunwoo has always liked to push boundaries. It was almost too often that he liked to believe he could turn any situation in his favor. 

He’ll watch as she brings out the dagger, he couldn’t say it doesn’t peak his curiosity at least a little bit. He’ll tilt his head a bit, eyeing her as she toys with the knife. ❝You seem to think we have similar inclinations.❞ He glances at the dagger in her hand, raising a brow, ❝but I’m not too sure about that yet.❞

He sighs, ❝I don’t understand why you’re doing this, why are you doing this? It’s been ten years, why does it have to matter now? ❞ Hyunwoo doesn’t get it, doesn’t think he ever will. If things had gone worse, he could’ve KILLED Sanghoon---he can hardly comprehend why he’d care for making amends with him now. Or maybe, Hyunwoo had simply just never understood the concept of forgiveness, or even regret at all. Maybe---he just couldn’t see it, the genuine remorse that someone could feel. Especially towards himself.

1. What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

Honestly? the relationship between him and his parents. They love him very much, but he’s not sure what he feels at all, if and when he feels it. He supposes at least some of what he shows on the surface is real, but he doesn’t know the extent of his own feelings most of the time. Sometimes his parents don’t even know if what he feels towards them is genuine either, but they love him dearly anyway, and that’s always been a fact.

19. If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?