#beyondredemptionrabbit

♚ @beyondredemptionrabbit

“JUNGKOOKIE?!”

The prince roars all throughout this prison of a palace, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats and a white shirt; both stained in tears and blood. Let’s just allow the mind to wander with what blood it could belong to.

However, the tears are most certainly Taehyung’s. Hating the idea of his most beloved pet hiding from him, cowering in fear. God, it drove him crazy, made him twitch at the idea of not being loved back by someone who invades every second of his fucking day.

“Bunny~, come out, come out— wherever you are.” Padding along the marbled floor, each of his steps albeit quiet, it only adds to the suspension and primal aura. He’s hunting his sweet little rabbit down, and he’s determined. Never been more determined in his life.

Slowly stalking along the halls, lazily turning wherever he saw fit, and if his ears picked up any sudden movements, Taehyung prowled. Much like a tiger. Hell, he even whistled a bit in his state of tears and distress.

status: closed, private.

connection: first time – unlikely hero.

                         It was rare for Iseul to be on his own, usually flanked by at least two of his men - but he’d slipped free of a dinner tonight, out the back when nobody was looking. Seconds after he’d walked beyond the threshold of his home, his phone had begun to hop with calls and messages - panic ensued, he was sure, but the man just turned the device off and left it in his pocket. A summer’s night was warm, and the sky was clear; it wasn’t too often he could afford such a luxury, a chance to be alone, be pensive in his thoughts. 

                             Gravel crunched underfoot as he walked the empty city streets, a cigarette hanging free of the corner of his mouth -- a little stream of smoke trailing off into the night’s air, but even this relaxed posture wouldn’t fool an observant eye. Dressed head-to-toe in black, his knuckles were tattooed with fading ink and the scars on his cheeks were enough to tell even the foolish of men to stay away; Iseul, in his own way, had found the life of crime to be a lonely one. People ran, and perhaps, he worked best that way----

                                                                                       ---- thought were interrupted by a shout.

                            Iseul’s head turned, and beneath the grimy glow of a streetlight - he saw hooded youngsters crowding another male with wide eyes. Flecks of silver reflected back to his eyes told at least two of them were brandishing knives; a late-night mugging. Perhaps it was morbid curiosity, or maybe his boredom was even worse than he thought, but Iseul changes course. He walks towards the little huddle, tossing away his cigarette end but the step of his shoe on the loose gravel announced his arrival.

It just wasn’t something Soeun would do normally, to end up in bed with a complete stranger. But after having her heart broken by her now ex boyfriend she decided that she should let it loose for once. Apparently her tolerance to alcohol was one of the lowest. She did remember most of the things that happened on the previous night and that was probably the most embarassing thing. When she woke up her eyes turned to the guy beside her that was awake already. “We-ell, hello.” She greet him while pulling the blankets up her body after noticing she didn’t even bother to put on her clothes. He didn’t seem like a jerk at least so that was a plus that evenher drunk self seemed to be good at picking that. “A-are you awake for long?” What was she even doing? Small talk with the guy she didn’t even know the name? If he ever introduced himself to her she completely forgot.