#chptiii

It’s 3am and the window running from ceiling to floor gives her a blinding view of Time Square. The vibrant colours and lights make her head spin but she continues to stare until spots dot her vision. She’d arrived a week ago, and since then she’d been yearning for a piece of home. Not Korea, nor Italy. Nothing between the two either but a breathe of fresh air. His breathe of fresh air. ( Polluted by her second hand smoke. ) 

( text to: +1 xxx-xxx-xxxx )

i miss you.

She’s a hurricane, a mess, a curse dripping with betrayal. She’s everything he doesn’t need in his life nor should want. Not when she has no clue where Jaehwa is, nor during the rare times she did know where Jaehwa was. Did he really matter? When did the shadow of a possessive man stop her from venturing away when life became too suffocating? Ebony knew that she already had a thorn in her side so why was she asking for a second? Because she needed a break and he was always bliss. 

[ text to: babe ] she’s LITERALLY just doing her job

[ text to: babe ] BABE, SHE’S MY CO-WORKER. I KIND OF HAVE TO LOOK AT HER

[ text to: babe ] jesus, fine. but relax before I get there? 

The sound of his phone buzzing on the desk causes the doctor to slowly wake up from one of the rare chances of proper rest he could possibly have. A groan falls from his lips as he reaches over, shoulder popping in the process. This agency shit is starting to get old. As he reads the quick message that pops up on the bright screen, he groans yet again as he slides out of bed. He didn’t even need to know who it was from: the way the person on the other side of the phone texted him, the obvious answer was Kyou. The youngest of the gang, and the one that constantly makes Ikaika’s life more of a struggle than it already is. “Seriously,” the surgeon mutters under his breath. “What the fuck would this kid do without me?”

Fast forward a good ten minutes and he’s already there, dressed in all black save for the dark blue denim jeans he decided to wear. A frown is prominent on his features as he scans the area for his companion. The park is quiet, with nothing but the sound of rustling leaves filling the air. Odd. Usually this place is crawling with children, adults, animals alike. One look to the right and there he is, curled up against the stone material of the fountain, clutching his side. Ikaika can easily see the crimson liquid painting their fingers and material of their clothes. A look of disgust quickly replaces the frown as he makes his way over to the younger in a haste.

“Well, well, well. Looks like our little diva got into it with a knife, huh. Tsk, I’m telling you, Kyou. I can’t keep doing this, especially in public. It takes the romance out of things.”

Although there’s a playful tone to his words, he knows this is no laughing matter. Kneeling down beside their body with his eyes narrowed, he sighs at the depth of the cut, careful not to touch them just yet. “Seriously, Kyou. What the fuck happened this time?”

His eyes are closed and he knows where he messed up. To get into a fight with a bodyguard hadn’t been a good idea. In his defense, he had done his best to talk things through. The man he had wanted to speak to didn’t seem to want his presence around. Enough for him to unleash the burly men at his side instead. His throat dries because he doesn’t know how to explain it. It’s not mission related, not anything to do with ENSO, which means he shouldn’t be dragging any of the other guys into his business, but he doesn’t have a death wish either. To take himself to a hospital meant drawing more attention and more questions. This was the easiest way to keep things quiet.

Except for the fact that his legs had given up on him in a park. He couldn’t even make it home. Fuck. He’d driven the crowd away with causing a few lamp posts to go berserk. His abilities had grown to be able to effect electricity at a distance and he used it quite frequently to his advantage. The sound of footsteps drives him out of his thoughts, forcing him to open his eyes and stare at the figure approaching. A soft sigh of relief leaves his lips when the familiar face comes into view. He was clearly in no condition to fight off anyone else.

“Fuck off,” The words leave him as a hiss as he trains his eyes on the last remaining lit lamp posts. The lights flicker before turning off one at a time leaving them in total darkness. He’s hoping he doesn’t have to explain to the doctor. Being seen in this condition would only call for further questions from civilians. Being seen in general was not a good call on Kyou’s part. Not in this condition at least. The current identity he had taken wouldn’t match with the matted blood on his hair and the wound at his side. With a wince, he manages to pull his phone out, unlocking the screen to offer light for the elder to work with.

“Work with that.” It’s a demand, and he knows Ikaika’s been through harder, which is why he’s asking him for so much. “I got stabbed.” His words are slow as to not cause himself anymore pain, and yet there’s still that sharp wit on his tongue. He knows the obvious answer wouldn’t satisfy the doctor, so he stares at him until he catches his eyes.