if he weren’t taken off guard, with the knowledge he had, couldn’t he have a fighting chance? was that stupid logic? or was it survivor logic? and what was stopping him from entering the Sector of Humanity and mutilating each and every one of them just as they did him?

the rage threatened to bubble over, the anxiousness to do something-- anything for revenge infected the mind. it was only due time before he released these tensions.

living with four people-- four of the most important people in his life, however made it hard to lie, hard to cover his tracks, and hard to slip out with so much as an excuse.

the gym bag he’d carried would still have a weapon, just in case he couldn’t get all of his frustrations on the gym bag, and his eyes continued to leer towards that thirst after each and every hard punch. the sight of blood anyone’s blood would have quenched any ache in the throat. as he began to only see more red.

they say the gym helps with relieving the stress-- it only made his worse. it only heightened this fear and paranoia that he tried to push back and it only deepened the ghostlike pains of the trauma he felt. so when the gym door opened behind him, the fist went flying to the person who interrupted him. it was a reflex reaction. it wasn’t meant for––

@songminix​ || a kiss with a fist is better than none

and the moment he’d realized what he’d done, there were instantaneous steps backwards, as if he’d taken the brunt of the blow. his eyes flew wide open in surprise. he threw his hands up in surrender. and in all honesty, he was ready for her retaliation. having seen what she could do to a man. the only words he could muster were, “Oh... no.” as he continued to cower backwards. the sight of blood not at all gaining the reaction he’d thought. 

@songminix || 📱 🎁 One good Noona’s worth a thousand bitches

–– you don’t take it personal. she’s quiet, cold, reserved, secretive, and unapproachable. but in his line of thinking the fact that she hadn’t texted him a short “no” meant that she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

because Han owed Min his life. literally. she saved him. she fought hard. well, there was little evidence to that as she’d probably worked a lot hardER in her line of work, as she was just that badass. but given the constant annoyances he supplied in her life, he felt more than obligated to return the favor, and he felt humbled that she hadn’t left him to rot in that compound. yeah, Nix just had to go and make herself one of those people to finally humble Han.

and should she ever be in the same situation, and as the other member of the clean up team™ of the Syndicate, he had no hesitation in saying that he’d do it. for her, he’d kill as many guards as it took for her freedom. it was that simple. she was one of the five people he could count on his hand that he could say that for.

the true sincerity within him begged to prove his childish ways otherwise. she was the first to see him in that broken state at the hands of the Doves, and it was an unsettling feeling to think that. the vulnerability she’d seen in him, and the flushed out state he’d been in betrayed the very pillar for which their relationship was built on-- hubris and wife jokes. and it also supplied a fair bit of blackmail, teasing, and “I told you to stretch before any activity” for which Han wasn’t entirely ready for. but it was fleeing wasn’t it? the sight she’d seen in that cell. she hardly remembered it. he could go back to annoying her now, right? their relationship could back to normal-- whatever that was, right?  

so the idea came from a couple of suggestions to finalize that end, but the moment she shut down his idea for the “Thank you for saving my ass” cake, his raw meat idea formed. and the string of ignored text messages didn’t stop him from knocking on that door with a broken, yet trying smile, and a package for the Noona.

“It’s a perishable, and shouldn’t be left at your doorstep. You have to let me in.”

he knocked again, “If you don’t, I’ll scream and blow both of our covers. What left do I have to lose, Mrs. Song?”