she shook her head, jaein could fend for herself. she was only 165 centimeters but since people underestimated her, it was easier to take advantages of people and their weaknesses, well, if she gets to them, that is. but even though she looked petite, she could kill a man if she had to. scary to say, but it was true, it’s been done before but, a an accident. “vic, don’t worry, i’ll be fine. you care about me more than you should, just worry about yourself, yeah?” her arm extends out to pat his shoulder, yawning before stretching out her own limbs. “how did you even find me– or come across me? since it’s so late.. why are you out too? it’s late.. and there’s dangerous people around.” she repeats, eyes narrowing as she takes one quick look at him. “hmm? for me i just wanted to walk, if you wanted my reason.”
the dark was essential to this world. the never ending cycle of the sun whom the humanity does not know when it’d explode into bits, nor knowing how much the energy of rays would eventually comes into it’s doom. victor sure hope that he’d die before that even happened, because that’d be depressing as fuck — as if tonight wasn’t depressed already. the silence of the empty street gives out an impression of everybody holding their breath whilst lurking in the corner, yet the footstep that resonant off the cold concrete floor is so loud against his ear — it’s not even his own, but it belongs to a familiar figure that he could tell who it is no matter how dark it was. “c’mon, give me some MORE credits here. i’m a man, let me take care of you.” victor let out a small chuckle, eyes darting down the empty alleyway and back to jaein’s. “you said that there’s dangerous people lurking around, but shouldn’t you be the one whom i should worry? i mean, i’m familiar with the streets at night, and the knight’s job is to guide princess back to her castle, NO?” he shoves his hand further into his pocket, leaning down to match his head with her height, hands stretching out towards the lady with a kind smile to boost, all and forced. “shall we?”
“ha!got you again!” she laughs out loud, nudging his side with her elbow, though still clutching onto her controller. “and don’t even say i cheated!”
“fuck, let me at least win once.” the male brushed his bangs away from his face, face contort with such ill expression towards the female. no, victor was not that of a gamer, nor has any attention span to finished any games that he had ever played in his life. “you totally CHEATED with how you already know the basis of this game. just wait until i get the hang of it, until then that i’ll GET you.”
➢ Squinting her eyes as she soon snorted and punched his shoulder, rolling her eyes. she could of been just as rude as him, but she didn’t need to. she used her fists whenever it came to him and honestly, that was how their friendship worked. He was the rude one and she was the violent one.‘’ You have been going on about people all day, I get it. Even though you hate probably everyone, I will always have your back, alright? Don’t ever doubt me, because I’ll kick your ass.’’ she side eyed him and laughed softly before taking a bite of her cake. Their friendship was different and that was how she liked it. she didn’t care about how mean, or reckless he was. He was a loyal friend and a huge dork deep down. ➢
victor KNEW too goddamn well at the female’s violent tendencies, named it, he experienced it all — and it’s not that he’s bellyaching or anything— he enjoys it most of the time, if not, ALL the time. because the catch is — not many people dared to provoke the future developer of hex & co, nor getting on mr & mrs song’s bad side now, would they, but seulgi just simply couldn’t give TWO FUCKS, and he liked that. “i can’t helped it if the humanity is going to be so fucked up via everybody’s STUPIDITY combined.” he crossed his arms, sneering at the clumsy waiter who delivered his drink too slow for his own liking, eyes widening slightly at the clumsily placed plate that were on the verge of spilling the coffee one of his favourite t-shirt. “.. see what i mean?”
THE RISK WAS TO ruin the precious and expensive tools of the trade Yoongi always had the interest, in his laziness, to keep perfectly clean and functioning, and for sure the idea of having all those hi-tech instruments soaked and fizzling because of the other’s drink wasn’t well appreciated by himself alongside the smile on the visage of his young ‘collaborator’
« You’re lucky the thing only ended on the carpet. If it ended up on my stuff be sure I probably would have killed you already. » A snort, his figure still fighting with the stain on the carpet –maybe thinking about calling Jin, he was the expert one in chores. « This stuff is expensive, kid. I dunno if you have parents paying every single thing you point at, but that’s not how it works for me. »
and he tilted the bottle back to it’s place, lips pressed against the opening and take a little sip of it, in such a manner that he was sure to drive the older crazy; with the way he sat his ass down onto the floor, eyes staring dumbly at the stained carpet and a lazy smile to combined. victor has always been a little shit that nobody really appreciates but himself, and this case is no different.
“chill, hyung.” he cooed, eyes averting away from the floor only to stare down and inspect his nails in pure boredom. “i didn’t destroy anything expensive now, did i? let the stain be memorable. when you look at it, you’ll miss me.” and he lifted his head up, handing the drink at the other. “but if you’re that desperate, you can go trash those expensive shits yourself.”
«So.. where you disappeared, uh? Aren’t you too young for it?»
“so, would noona please find me the definition of too young?” victor hums out, feet crossing his legs with his t-shirt stuck against his skin. slick hair thrown back, tongue darting out with his arms resting on the armchair. his position screams AUTHORITY, and that was the exact thing he aims for. “is it my age? are you too used of me being the baby? why don’t you took a lil’ swim in my head? noona, let a boy grow up.”
A loud screech escaped her lips as she stared at the male in front of her, horrified. It was as if she walked into a murder scene–– His shirt was drenched in blood, his hair was matted in it, and the red dripping from his hands made it look like he just tore someone apart from the inside out. She stood there in silence, too confused to form a coherent sentence, although her mind was running wild with thoughts. He needed to get cleaned up somehow, and she needed an explanation. There was a sharp edge in her voice once she was finally able to speak up, brows furrowed in disbelief. “What the hell happened?”
death. an inevitable choice for humans of our mankind. some are taken away within their sleep, perhaps disastrous of nature, or maybe their fellow humans. victor was no murderer, but goddamnit, he was so CLOSED, so close of ripping someone’s fucking heart out and devour it with a glass of red wine. a stab to the beating organ, and the crimson liquid oozing out. his rage has always been rough, blood boiling through his veins with his fist shaking uncontrollably. victor was so closed to killing him, so close to letting his sanity slipped off anywhere and beyond this heavy clouds of thoughts, of anger, of anxiety and WHY DOES LOYALTY FUCKING EXIST? letting the boy laying there breathless, blood fresh against his fucking baseball bat was ENOUGH to hold a revenge of the sort. victor is a sinner, and he expects a warm welcome within the depths of hell. “i fucking slipped on some corpse’s body.” he muses out, not minding the ache within the corner of his lips. the aching pain was so worth it now that his oh-so-sweet of arevenge was deliciously successful. “now, please, i need a warm towel, hot shower, maybe a hot coco and perhaps a bed to lie on. ‘m not that BAD of a guy, i swear, so won’t YOU let ME in?”
