⤠agentlu ( + source ) - ( status: not accepting )
Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.Â
Han wouldnât have expected it. The way Hana is when no one isnât around her, those who she sincerely cared for.Â
Despite playful remarks spilling out of thick lips, how they would tease one another ( mainly her poking at his buttons in order to piss him off for her own enjoyment ) he didnât see this type of side to appear. Supposed, the young woman enjoys drinking, gained a bad habit of smoking as well. Thereâs something darker beneath the beauty that she withholds, one he didnât notice until the connection was closer.Â
He didnât have any suspicion early on, the moment anger peels within the brighten mood heâs used to seeing. He thought it was a phase, an unlucky fortune of events that toppled over her mood that causes her to be more of a grouch. When her index finger points towards the door, an indication that she didnât want to see him anywhere close to her perspective. Han considers him too nice most of the time, understanding too if it was the case.Â
Another hint was dropped when she notices how energetic she was one day. When they were with one another and sheâs continuously bouncing on her feet with her arms embracing one of his own when he invited her out for quick lunch. The moment he drops her off, he needed to lead her back to bed due to her head painfully aching and sheâs exhausted physically. Therefore, he was willing to place Hanaâs petite body along the mattress of her bed the same day.Â
Her actions were filthy, mind is corrupted and sheâs spoil rotten to her bones.Sheâs so beautiful, heâd forgotten that sometimes beauty isnât always appearance.Â
He actually grew concern when the younger wouldnât contact him for a week. Phone calls lead to the voicemail and messages were purposely read, never responded. How else was he supposed to handle it? When he thought that all heâs done was absolutely wrong. Heâs right in front of her door, knuckles knocking furiously on the thick wood. Hana, that name falling out of his lips over and over again. When the door was opened and her expressionâs completely sour, dull eyes capturing his matured ( but baby-like features ).Â
Lips separating in order to greet her, almost questioning why she hasnât spoken to him for a while. Until his eyes managed to capture the sight of the alignment of powder on a board, blades scattered across her table and he drifts it back to the young female again. âYou...âÂ
âI know.â Simply responding back. Itâs wrong to hide things, since he couldnât label the brunette as a liar when he never questioned her suspicious action. He wasnât going to label her anything negative, thereâs no false judgement now either. Hana scratched along the shoulder through her thin tank top, nail marks porcelain with lines of crimson thatâs fade into pink later.Â
Is she even able to comprehend what heâs speaking of? When all sheâs doing was smiling softly, laughing when she thinks one comment is hilarious until her mood flips. Pupils dilated and sheâs placing the side of her head on his lap when he was invited into the living room. Palm pressed into long luscious tresses, the other extending outwards in order to drape the blanket over her frame.Â
This is dangerous, it could potentially hurt her even further. Her body will crumble into the pressure when her mind paints red the way her vision does when anger replaces her joy.Â
Han wonders if thereâs more to this -- there has to be.Â
Though it doesnât matter as of late, he removes his body away. Replaces a pillow for her when heâs reaching for the evidence he finally captures in order to throw it into the trash bin -- right where it belongs.