ft. @timcslipx || after the event

though the tricky part to that had always been keeping these murders from her knowledge. having lived with her his entire life, surely there was an inkling of what he was turning into. surely she hadn't been blind to the downward spiral of serial killings and obsession that came along with it. Mimi wasn't stupid. Mimi was one of the smartest people he'd known. she knew him like the back of her own hand, and it was wrong of him to take advantage of her loyalty like that. it was wrong of him to endanger her like that, and it was wrong to cast her away so quickly when she revealed an ounce of her happiness whether or not it had anything to do with his best friend.

after every murder he'd completed, the tiny anxiousness that she had some knowledge of the horrors he could do would fill his mind. he'd gotten comfortable, careless, and selfish to the entire plan. the pain he could inflict had previously been unsurmountable in his mind, only to be proven wrong by Doves with a couple of scalpels and quite a lot of surface area on his own skin.

there was still a question of what they'd done to his sister, the fading bruises on her skin would still test his temper. every time his eyes scanned for more of those translucent marks, he had to contain his actions of rebellion, revenge and resentment that he felt for himself. and while he was quick to work with Gil on plans, he spent a lot of his time, when Simon allowed, sitting at that chair overlooking the bed in which she'd slept.

like a modern day sleeping beauty, she rested, and it was all that Han could hope for-- the clouding of a true love's kiss from another (a best friend) would have to wait while she lay there almost lifeless. it was both a comforting, yet a traumatic thought to carry in his mind, as he held the stethoscope to her pulse once more for reassurance. his own body reached a tiny state of tranquility, knowing she was safe.

"Strong as ever, " he commented on the heartbeat trapped inside her body, hoping it'd soon bring back the color in her cheeks. he hated seeing her like this. 

“Now...”  

his once thoughtless worries for her well-being fled the body in a set of tiny sniffles. 

“Please wake up and tell me to eat shit.” 

eyes fixated on the black marble, the way the light glistened against the countertop gave him mixed feelings. perhaps he’d have to make some calls to get the color replaced. a dark green could better suit the sunlight--with the time change. and despite having been fully adjusted to the spring forward, it appeared that the place was dull, and still contrived of the winter solstice. and while spring was, in fact, the worst season in his opinion, there was an urgent sense of ‘out with the old, in with the new’. the air of spring cleaning annoyed his conscious along with the allergies watering his eyelids every moment he stepped outside. 

his breakfast sat in front of him, cold uneaten. his tea lukewarm, as the clock behind him, ticked. the steady rhythm of the seconds passing only created more of unease. his lips in the thinnest line he could muster as he brought his cup of tea to for a sip. and before his lips could pucker at the bitterness of the white tea in his teacup the sound of the key lock stirred. it created the only sound in the condo. it echoed against the marble countertop and glass surfaces which surrounded Han in his place of comfort. 

before his sister could knock against the door for him to unlock the deadbolt, he made his way to the door. muttering to himself the threats he’d issued the night before. ‘만약 네가 괜찮은 시간에 집에 돌아왔다면 우리는이 혼란에 빠지지 않을 것이다.’

he peeped through the eyehole to make sure it was his sister behind the wooden portal, unlocked the deadbolt in an agonizingly slow manner, and twisted the doorknob before turning back to his beautifully lit breakfast nook.

“You can save me the details of your long night but I’m allowed to know that you didn’t sleep in a back alley.”