#avarice.

        (  @DAEHANMG  )

her blood throbs in the pathways underneath her skin. she wants it -- wants everything -- drained; wants the blood and the tears and the toxic emotions inside of her to bleed from every aperture, every orifice, until she is nothing but bones walking and empty, cold veins. she wants to be apathy -- savage apathy -- but mona is not this. all she is is a heart that beats too loud in her ears and a little girl that’s never been good enough, whose spine is not straight enough, whose best has always been second place.

she shouldn’t be so affected. she’d always known, from the beginning, of jaewook’s lifestyle -- of luxury rotting into perfectly-moulded shapes of humans, down to their gleaming, white teeth. she’d always been aware of how the powerful, the cruel, see people like her -- like chess pawns between a game of kings.

pitifully, stupidly, so quintessentially her -- she’d thought he was different.

but men like him, they were all the same.

she’s carving out a path back towards august when, in her furious grief, she fails to notice the body blocking her path until she collides with it -- chest meeting chest, she is caught so off-skelter that her hands fly out to the stranger’s shoulders to steady herself. lips meld to the beginnings of an apology, until she catches sight of his face. 

“oh, god, just fucking take me now,” she seethes -- less with the malice that was her intention and more with the gasp of a girl breathless. kang daehan -- of course. it had to be kang fucking daehan.