#igohlics

【 ♡ — BOOT TAPPING against the edge of the table, it seemed obvious that the gangster was losing his temper. this wait was killing him because he had never been someone with patience enough to do what the others wanted him to do. the game was usually played in the way he wanted and how he wanted. taehyun was the one who moved the pawns in a chess game and not the other way around. and so this— “ fuck this ! why aren’t they calling us ? why don’t we know where they are yet ? ” he snapped suddenly and interrupted his own thoughts, the chair where he had been seated fell on the floor and he was feeling so frustrated that he would break the entire place, if he could. it was one of those situations where he felt completely powerless and he hated this feeling, because he swore to himself that he would be there to protect his girl but this time… he hadn’t been there when it happened. 

【 ♡ — HER HANDS WERE shaking. she didn’t need to see them to know that they were trembling with the fear that was living inside of her heart. the rope around her wrists was so tight that her skin was already burning, deep exfoliated and wounded because of how much she had struggled to take them off. everything was useless— unfortunately— because he man who kidnapped her and sooji only tightened them more. silent tears had fallen but most of the time yoojung tried to be strong, not only because of her but also because of sooji. it wasn’t time to be fearful when they needed to find a way to get out of there without needing to be rescued by their boyfriends. what if this was a trap ? there were probably a few bruises on her always so fair skin. not that she could see them but her face was aching so much that they needed to be there. the sound of footsteps caught her attention and she lifted her eyes from the ground in alarm, looking at sooji. “ they are coming back… ”

/ breathes in / I MISS OUR KIDDIES ! but please…..we need More…..!!! come hither i’ve got muses that needs some loving ><

❝  — nah .  it’s  all  their  fault ,  for  not  liking  you  back , ❞  he  says .  he’s  pleasantly  buzzed ,  but  honestly  it’s  starting  to  cross  into  drunk  territory  ( true  lightweight  territory ) .  he  drains  the  remnants  of  the  bottle  into  his  drinking  receptacle  of  choice  --  a  thermos  for  the  flash .   ❝  which  totally  doesn’t  make  sense .  how  could  anyone  not  like  you .  i  love  you .❞       //   plotted  @igohlics  !!