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his nails dig deep into his skin, but he canāt feel it.
metal on his tongue and fire in his heart, hyungwon could boil the water he finds himself swimming in if heād had all the magic of the sea witch in her depths but as it is, heās only a mermaid; as it is, he can only watch. Ā the scowl on his lips looks almost like itās been written in stone, and he supposes when it comes to peter - especially lately - it might have been. Ā ( hyungwon may feel drugs running through his system on a good night, but peter is an addiction he hasnāt been able to rid himself of since neverland. ) his mood always tips scales when it comes to peter pan, and there is no in between. Ā there are only extremes.
for now, hyungwon watches and bides his time even though he should know better than this, thinks he knows better than this. Ā peter pan has always found a fascination in all the things that he was not, so the vicious metal heās about to spit from his mouth is only but a pointless feeling and nothing more. Ā he watches their curves and their lines and the shape of their mouths when they talk to him, when they flank him, when they steer him out of the path of his pool.
had peter not promised to see him today?
venom runs through his veins instead of the blood that should be spilling from the way heās digging his nails further into his skin. Ā hyungwon wonders why he bothers when peter doesnāt put up much of a fight but only comes to the realization in his head that heās probably used to this behaviour. Ā it hasnāt changed since neverland, when his sisters would tear his attention away and heād forget about the boy sitting on the rock.
ā typical peter.ā he mutters under his breath, and hyungwonās about to dive back into his pool to lay on the bottom and forget. Ā nevermore will he get his hopes up for peter pan. ( he canāt count the number of times heās thought that very same thought in his head. )
his head is about to breach the depths when he sees it, though. Ā something isnāt quite right and hyungwon canāt quite put his finger on it, so he pauses for a moment and goes deathly still. Ā itās in the way that peter carries himself stiff when hyungwon has never seen him as anything but loose limbed and uncaring because thatās more typical peter pan.
five minutes.
ten minutes.
heās still sitting deathly still in the water and peter is still sitting just as uncomfortably as before. Ā hyungwon fights with himself internally; a battle not to care about it because peter has never once cared about him, versus everything that pulls him to his side. Ā itās clear which one wins when hyungwon finally pulls himself from the depths of the pool, all dripping wet and grabbing for the towel that sits folded by its side. Ā within its folds and wrapped up tight is the very glamour that he dislikes to use, but still he lets the magic swath his body and give him legs for the time being.
wrapping the towel around his waist, he stalks through the club and parts seas with the dark look in his eye and the drops of water that fall from his skin to the floor.
all hyungwon knows is that if peter blows him off after putting on legs to get involved, heās going to fucking drown him.
















