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“  i  have  been  discovered  ,  ”  feigning  disappointment  at  the  sight  of  the  other  ,  knees  drawn  close  to  his  chest  .  after  making  his  brief  rounds  ,  benedict  opted  to  catch  his  breath  under  the  shades  of  the  trees  scattered  around  the  garden  —  both  to  hide  and  observe  the  bustling  event  .  “  have  you  come  to  seek  refuge  as  well  or  have  you  come  to  ruin  my  excellent  hiding  place  with  a  lecture  ?  ”

   ⁺ 𝐊    ›    fingers stay chilled,  frosted glass rotates on a spin in his palm.  a small twirl of the liquid keeps his eyes down,  cubes clinking against each other from the obnoxious movement,  a hypnotizing sight  ;  anything to rip him away from the occasion  --  obvious disinterest in his surroundings becoming an aura not to be trifled with as the evening drags on.  

while kitae’s usual enjoyment parried on the more extravagant  --  it did not include the likes of the stuffiness of a ball that his parents thought would be good for publicity  --  anything that the stuffy ol’ hags in government wanted them to do these days were all for publicity and he was soon growing tired of the farces,  of the charades to win the approval of the people.  he was tired of trying to be someone he wasn’t. 

(  it wasn’t like he couldn’t help that he wasn’t any prince charming  --  surely,  roguishly handsome could be enough? )

couldn’t he still be king without the likes of public compliance? 

(  the answer was clear  --  without inha by his side,  no one would have taken him seriously to succeed the throne  ;  this much should be obvious  )

he stifles the sighes in his throat  ;  feeling a hand grace his elbow.  eyes raise,  expectant in their gaze,  the slightest hint of hope that it would be inha who had come to save him from his misery.  

however,  darkness meets the devil in disguise. 

                                       ━━━━━━━━━━━

kitae is not an easy man to startle  ;  yet the sight has his throat going hoarse,  fingers tightening around the glass as eyes flicker to the side  --  away from the nuisance in his line of sight.  alas,  his ex is not an easy girl to be rid of.  in seconds, he is whisked away by the demon  ;  pulled into the most nefarious of places  ‘ shall we go somewhere more ... private ’  she says  --   hidden from prying eyes.  surely,  this wasn’t a good idea.

but he sees the desperation in her eyes and perhaps,  plan a was for the best.  

(  if he heard her out, maybe she’ll go away like a bad dream  ;  by far she’s starred in the worst of his  )

her words are pretty  --  but she lies through her teeth.  a wolf in sheep’s clothing is what she is,  for all she beautiful  ;  she is all the more rotten inside.  a core of wickedness that would even put kitae’s past deviances to shame.  (  and that was a telling tale,  considering  ) 

when words no longer faze him  ;  her arms wind tight.  like a boa constrictor  ;  it’s vice curling around his abdomen like she was ready to make a home out of him  --  ready to become what she had promised all those months ago.  (  but wasn’t it too late?  --  surely,  kitae felt no more for her  )  he stills  -- aghast at her actions,  all the more winded by how far she was willing to go. 

he groans,  fingers curling around her hands  ;  holding them still between them as she undoes the hold she has on him.

yet, it is her words that make him harden  --  ‘ i was a fool to let you go, kitae  -- i love you too much to just forget you. ’  --  the anger he felt in the past coming alive from within.  

   ⁺ 𝐊    ›    he can still hear his father’s voice in his ear  --  ‘ you’re getting married today. ’  --  and it physically pains him.  (  and to her  -- of all people  ;  it was of no design that he was sure he and her would never see eye to eye.  and no  --  sex does not make kindred spirits  ;  it does make for a nice fuck, though  )

fuck  --  he can’t believe it.  

already fit in the tens  ;  he feels suffocated,  the frustration of his wants being discarded and not heard clattering to the floor along with all the rest of his hopes and dreams.  (  not that he had many,  but surely getting married today  --  to her  --  was not apart of those hopes and dreams,  whatsoever  )  he wants to be heard  --  he wants to reason with his parents  ;  perhaps,  they’ll listen  --  perhaps,  they’ll call this off and they’ll all return back to their normal lives.  

but he deters  --  already knowing the conclusion to this story:  he would be getting married,  no matter how hard he begged and pleaded.  there was no ‘ return to home ’ option in this game of life.

so,  he seeks the second best option. 

feet already making their way towards the bridal room  --  the woman of inha’s entourage are littered about  ;  all taking notice of his appearance when he nears but none say a word as he slips into the chambers.  the pinnacle of reasoning is lost as the door opens and he’s bathed with the sight of her  --  she is a true beauty,  wasted on him,  he’s sure she knows it well  --  but his eyes soon find that of the maid who grows alarmed at his presence.  he doesn’t say a word but moves his hand  ;  immediately dismissing the likes of her in favor of stalking further into the room,  taking on the role of the help just as the door closes behind him quietly  ;  fingers move to zip up the dress left open  --  finishing touches awaiting their conclusion. 

because they were getting married today  --  everything had to be perfect  --  on time  -- not a hitch in sight.  he felt himself internally scoff,  at least  --  not if he had anything to do with it there won’t be.  fingers fingers skim the zipper  ;  knowing the expectation to draw it upwards, pulling taught around a slender spine but he forgoes such a task.

instead,  with resolute assurance  ;  his fingers mobilize,  drawing farther from the cool metal of her zipper and feeling skin.  the softness melting into the roughness of his palm as he runs the hand from her back to the inside  ;  pressing hard and heavy against her abdomen as he solidifies his presence behind her.  becoming a wall of resistance against the beautiful column of her back  ;  trapping her between him and the mirror that stood before her.  his eyes drawing up from the distracting sight of her naked skin to the eyes that meet his in their reflection.

(  my,  don’t they make a devastating pair  )

  “ let’s not get married today. ”  his words spark a rebellion  --  of a plan that could never be  ;  but that doesn’t stop his hand from pressing harder into her skin,  feeling all that he could in a moment’s notice  --  there couldn’t be anymore delay, he thinks  --  it had to be now.  skimming lower  ;  merely kissing the tops of lace that he was made to undo by the end of the night.  

it was a tempting thought  --  one that has the tip of his lips curving upwards  ;  maybe he could have a sample of tonight now?

━  ♠︎  ROKHYUN&CHAHEE 、  𝟑𝟏  ⋮  my love is turning kinda grey  .

he asks to be broken  ;  it is only natural that she answers,  how much?

rokhyun hands her his heart on a silver platter.  hers for the taking  ;  vulnerable and unafraid.  he is bravery etched in the finest of things.  he is a path of righteousness,  a path too golden to be thought of as anything less than brilliant.  

he is a fool,  this she knows too well.

his heart in her hands,  his heart she drops too easily.

this he learns much too late. 

(  she does not love him,  not the way he loves her  )

it is a truth that is hard to stomach.

but he learns it in time,  even if he has to repeat it a million times in the dark as he bids her adieu by glasses of whiskey and gin.  it burns the throat,  but is effective. 

he forgets her,  little by little.

he learns  :  digresses her into a box somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind that she is nothing more than torture ripened into a personification of his love.  rotten she has become  ;  careless is his love as it manifests into a monster he wishes to be freed from.  but her claws are sunken,  dug deep  --  each talon that he tries to pry free from comes clawing back  ;  holding him prisoner.

(  rokhyun loves her,  this he cannot help  --  no matter how much his mind demands him not to  )

these nightmares are no longer dreams,  this rokhyun can attest to.

not when he wakes in a pool of his own sweat  ;  beads rolling down from his forehead  ;  chest heaving like he had just run a marathon  ;  what was left of his heart colliding with the wall of his chest  ;  a thunder against the cage doors as if it was trying to tear itself from his chest,  like it was trying to run its way to her.

(  like she hadn’t just left it dusted in the ground,  careless,  useless,  unwanted  )

he shouldn’t blame her  --  he thinks, one day.  (  it is through no fault than his own for being so careless,  useless,  weak to the whims of the girl he wished to give his everything to  )

but it is hard not to.

rokhyun doesn’t know how  (  does not recall when  )  this love begins to morph.  much like the monster his mind had made her out to be,  this love begins to change.  it is ugly,  a pinnacle of gore and maliciousness that has him frightened  ;  if not nauseous at its sight when it rears its ugly head in the midst of his nightmares.  no longer can it be love,  he thinks.

(  no, how can it be love when she had not so much as cared to consider the same of him  )

so, perhaps,  rokhyun does blame her  --  

perhaps, she is to blame for turning his love to hate.

━  ♠︎  KITAE&INHA 、  𝟐𝟗  ⋮  what if i fall,  what if i break  --  am i the monster ? 

it’s bruising,

the grip she has on his heart  --  it bruises,  it aches,  it punishes  :  a blueish-purple hue that morphs into gossamer colors of black,  the blackest of black he’s ever seen.  a color never too common on his body.  never on the immaculate  --  he is descended from the gods,  after all.  practically untouchable yet she leaves this to him.  leaves this on him  --  a bidding scar that will never really leave him.  

she is a war to be waged,  a storm to be feared  --  and kitae,  oh kitae,  he never fears  --  he goes without warning,  without caution.  because he thinks,  a woman feared  :  makes for a delicious feast.

what he does not know is that this woman is a warrior of her own  --  she bites,  screams,  two hands clenched  ;  of bitten lips and blood at the tip of her tongue.  poison in each smile that dances between glimmers of ivory veneers.   she does not fall as easily as the others.  

what he knows:

he will ruin her.

what he does not expect:

(  that she will bring him ruin,  too  )

ripped from his own chest  --  the ache  :  it is dull.  his chest,  the space between bones and the crackle of ribs lies empty.  he watches in her hands as what had lied so snugly in its own little alcove  (  hidden away by forests of arrogance and ignorance  ;  vines of nonchalance and willful denial  )  beat so longingly  ;  twitching as if the very life that it longed for was no longer his to control.

kitae wonders,  is this how kingdoms crumble?

below the feet of haught and arrogance  ;  of a man made undone  --  of his indecisiveness and inability to speak words as true as day  ;  perhaps this would be his undoing.

(  she does not fall as easily as the others  )  but she falls,  nonetheless.  

but what haunts him most  --  it is not the way the tears ride along careful rivets down her features  ;  nor the way lips so red call to him like a siren at sea  ;  neither of these horrify him as much as the truth found in her eyes.

(  mirrored in brown  :  a man,  ravenous in his approach  ;  heaving in anguish  --  desperation makes him look weak,  exhausted  --  frustrated  and grim  /  is he weak or is he a man on the verge of ruin  (  is this what love did to man?  made them weaker?  )  )

how do you think this ends,  she screams at him.  a measure of impossibilities that kitae strikes down with a hand around her neck  ;  his teeth at her lips.  he hasn’t had enough  --  he hungers,  he aspires,  he wants for more than he deserves. 

“  it doesn’t, ”  he will breathe.  “ it never does. ”

   ⁺ 𝐒    ›    the day is surprisingly eventful.  

while sunye should be on cloud nine,  like any normal girl who just got asked on a date by a more-than-above-average, frustratingly cute guy,  sunye finds herself more nervous than anything.  the moment sunmi had told her about how she had set her sights on said  ‘ frustratingly cute ’  guy,  she had worked a plan into her head of how to go about it.

what sunye hadn’t expected was how quickly that plan would unravel and become like it did.  much like an snowball,  it was rolling down the hill with no stop in sight.  all sunye could do now was go through with it and fill in the blanks as they came.

the door to the house springs open,  family members scattered about in their normal habitats that even her mumbled,  ‘ i’m home ’,  is scarcely received as she bounds up the steps,  slipping her backpack off once she meets the door of the shared room  ;  wondering if sunmi had returned from her classes as well.  they didn’t have the same major,  hence different schedules,  there was a good off-chance she was probably with minwoo, too  --  but sunye hoped she was home.

she wasn’t sure she could keep this news to herself any longer  --  hoping that it would make sunmi’s heart of hearts for a crush she barely knew flutter even a bit.  it was the least sunye could do for her sister,  after all.  (  one thing sunye wouldn’t take away from her  --  not that sunye ever spitefully did any of that on purpose  )

the knob turns in her hand and a breath barely escapes as she spots the presence of her blue-haired twin,  “ hey  --  i’m glad you’re home.  i’ve got some news for you that i think you’re going to like. ”

    ⁺ 𝐘    ›    she’s angry,  and maybe a little bit tipsy.

but it’s not her fault  --  this time,  she swears  --  she can still feel the remnants of insufferable frustration at her fingertips as she glares at her phone for the nth time.  she had given him five minutes to call her back after their latest fight  --  but like all fights,  it was the same fight they’ve been having since she had noticed how faint his presence in her life had become. 

all her friends told her time and time again  --  ‘ he’s cheating on you, yoori. ’  --  and like a fool,  yoori gave him the benefit of the doubt. 

too much benefit, if you asked any of her friends.

his five minutes were up and yoori was steeping in her anger.  nearly shaking as she held her phone,  blind rage pulsing through her veins as she punched in his number  --  numericals she’s known by heart for months since she’d given her heart away to a deadbeat liar  --  and waited for it to ring.

the moment she hears the shift in tone  --  the anger that had been caught in the flames of her frustration had burst  --  blazing high into her voice as she hisses words into the speaker.  “ oh, so now you have your fucking phone?  was it so hard to call me back  --  i gave you five  --  fucking  --  minutes but i had to call you first?  did our fight mean so little to you?  what the fuck,  seoho? ”  yoori finds herself growing haggard,  breathing hard and heavy as she practically screams into the phone  --  fingers tightening their grip on the device as she waits for an answer.  and when it doesn’t come  --  she seethes all over again.