#joongdokplot

amidst the golden chandeliers, the screaming throats of social rats, the pools of blood on the floor, a reunion of two lost souls had taken place

the man in white, bathed himself in deep red that it became a perfect contrast to his ghostly skin

the other, dressed in a fine suit of black, furrowed his brows at the man who had just stabbed him, his eyes were soulless as he stared back at him

"Why are you doing this, Kim Dokja?"

"You already know the answer." kdj gritted his teeth. "What else have I been doing since we've known each other?"

"All this.... to find him? What does my family have to do with the one you claim as your companion?"

"Family." there was venom in his tone, and a glint of something ominous in his dark eyes. "Your beloved family had records of a man who so happened to share your face, dragged and hidden in one of the cells of your basement. One I believe you're fully aware of."

the man simply watched as kdj leaned closer towards him, his dark eyes now filled with rage

"Your family," kdj continued as the hall turned into complete chaos, "known for your ruthless experiments, your cravings for torture and pain fulfilled in the guise of an approved research. All this madness for just one perfect vessel-"

the threat of a sharp blade ripped its way again against the fabric of his suit, yet the man's focus drifted to how much intel the other had acquired on them

"Who fed you such lies?"

kdj's eyes narrowed at his question

"Stop this foolish act, and release him, Plotter."

with an audible tsk turned into a knowing grin, it was clear that the plotter was enjoying this

"And here I thought you were enjoying the drama, my star," he whispered as he snaked his arm around the other's waist

"Where. Is. He."

the plotter simply breathed in the intoxicating scent of the man before him. it appeared that the dagger was not the only weapon he prepared.

"You're already looking at him."

with a swipe of his tongue, he relished in the poison that was on kdj's lips before the other could process his confirmation of what he had been suspecting.

yjh, his companion, had been successfully turned into a vessel for the plotter's wretched soul- a fact that kdj had been too stubborn to accept, yet the poison hinted at a part of him that prepared for this outcome. an outcome he so desperately wished for it to simply be a ridiculous thought...

his beloved was no more.

while the kiss satisfied the twisted desire of the plotter for the other, this had been a parting gift from kdj for the companion he had lost

although there was no need for such a gift, as kdj would join him soon