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Sehun doesn’t flinch this time when Hyungwon stabs at him with more hurtful words, hides the way it cuts into his already wounded heart with an emotionless expression. He wants so badly to call him out, wants to call bullshit because he’s seen the way Hyungwon glares at anyone Sehun drapes himself over (that’s why he does it, after all) but the words fail to form on his tongue. It’s hard to have any hope that Hyungwon has any semblance of want for him now, not with everything that he’s said since they were paired up and with the way he’s been provoking him, the way he threw the first punch without hesitating as much as Sehun had hoped he would. It hurts, but Sehun can barely discern where the emotional pain ends and the physical pain starts – it’s all blurring together, leaving his body numb to everything Hyungwon throws at him. So he lets the words roll off him like water, like acid rain burning his skin as it trickles down but not showing any signs of how much it aches. “Whatever,” He tosses back listlessly, irritation still lacing his tone.

The adrenaline racing through his veins has him on edge, has him feeling numb to it all but the stumble from Hyungwon’s shove sets him off. As much as he desperately wishes to hate his ex-boyfriend for all the shit he’s put him through, he can’t and each punch he aims and lands on Hyungwon’s face causes him pain more than satisfaction. He feels worse with each connect of his knuckles to the younger male’s skin, but his anger takes precedence over the flicker of worry and regret. Hyungwon’s constant provoking doesn’t help and the words fuel the fire Hyungwon started months ago, when he just up and left with virtually no explanation for the breakup. Sehun feels his heart seizing painfully at the sight of blood decorating Hyungwon’s skin and his own pale fists. It’s a gruesome combination from both of them, his knuckles split and undoubtedly bruised underneath the coppery smear but he doesn’t stop until he stumbles a second time, this time from the other male grabbing onto him for balance. His arms fall by his side tiredly, feet stepping forward to keep himself from falling over at the imbalance of weight hanging from his shirt.

The shrill sound of the teacher’s whistle pierces the air, startling Sehun enough that he doesn’t do much to block Hyungwon’s last ditch attempt to retaliate in his surprise. The force behind the blind throw catches him off guard, drawing a pained groan when his ex-boyfriend’s fist connects with his skin, his mouth filled with the taste of copper when the punch splits his lip. He isn’t given the chance to return the favor because there’s a third pair of hands yanking them apart, rough and Sehun doesn’t have to look up to see just how pissed off their teacher is. He glares back at Hyungwon in irritation, though its effect is lessened by the tears prickling at his eyes and the blood smeared across his face. The adrenaline is wearing off now and pain sears through his body, leaving Sehun to breathe harshly through his broken nose in an attempt to keep himself composed long enough to get away from Hyungwon. After all that, he can’t afford to let the other boy see him breakdown. Shrugging the teacher’s hands off of him roughly, uncaring about how much more he’ll be punished for the disrespect, he pushes past Hyungwon with a hard knock of his shoulders. “Fuck you Hyungwon,” He hisses one last jab as he heads for the infirmary, trying for annoyed in hopes that the other won’t hear the defeat in his voice.

&. open wounds

it’s one foot connecting with another when he fumbles back, losing balance and left to catch himself unsteadily. one hand stretched out, curled onto the fabric of sehun’s shirt to remain upright and gasping quietly when his lungs scream from breath. there’s only pain, throbbing, searing, consuming, and the taste of his own blood. his empty hand curled, bound into a fist before he swings it blindly in sehun’s direction. an action that comes with the shrill of the whistle over the room and the teachers voice calling out. not that the demand for everyone to stop was going to restrain hyungwon who exerted all his strength behind the undirected attack. one he wanted to end the confrontation with, but instead rougher hands were pulling them apart. the scolding in the teachers voice muffled by the ringing in hyungwon’s ear, one eye squinted shut as he stared sehun down, smearing blood with the back of his hand. 

“both of you, to the infirmary. now,” the teacher ordered, “and i’ll see you both later about this.”

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I’m quite bummed about the main closing however, while I’m still keeping sehun on a semi-hiatus because of school, I do plan on keeping him around. so if you’re still around and we had a thread/were plotting just let me know if you still want to keep going so I know who and what to get back to as soon as I have the time. I won’t be bringing jinah back though, so I do apologize to anyone I had threads going on that account ;; I just don’t have the muse or time for her right now.

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I’ve been pretty shitty about being active lately but I have like 6 assignments due on Monday and I’m cramming like hell this week. Once I get done with all that, I’ll try to get things done this weekend or by sometime next week. Honest ;;

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Sehun did his best not to visibly flinch at Hyungwon’s words, each syllable hitting him with painful weight and his jaw clenched tightly, grinding to prevent himself from snapping. The imagery of faceless bodies pinned beneath his ex-boyfriend’s body, of voices calling out a name that used to bring him joy when he heard it but now only sent tendrils of pain and anger searing through his veins. He hated it; hated that other people got to have what should have been only his, that Hyungwon saw him as nothing compared to the people he crawled into bed with now. He hated how much it still bothered him that Hyungwon was moving on when he couldn’t; hated that he could never bring himself to hate Hyungwon specifically, despite all the pain he’d caused him. It was frustrating, so he lashed back with words, called him weak and let that sink in to cause damage – it was the only weapon he had left to use, without getting physical. He could see Hyungwon struggling, though it didn’t give him as much satisfaction as he hoped it would; hurting him was never as pleasant as curling up in his arms or pulling him close to kiss away every doubt and all the pain he bottled up inside.

Still though, he can’t just drop everything and give in now, not after all the verbal and physical blows. His own insecurities are eating at him from the inside out and the frenetic energy bubbling beneath his skin from the buildup of everything he’s tried to smother is itching for release. So he releases it in the only way he can think of – he balls up his fist and throws a punch. The impact is painful, the sting of his skin splitting and the jarring reverberation of energy drawing a hiss out of him in response as he pulled his hand back. Hyungwon hadn’t bothered to try and avoid the blow, and it frustrated him that the younger male refused to fight back. His goading words only further fueled his irritation and Sehun narrowed his eyes, nearly glaring at the boy as Hyungwon challenged him to hit him again. “Stop being such a little bitch and fight back.” He snapped, fingers curling into a fist at his side. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you can’t. You gave up on us, of course you’d give up here too.”

Hyungwon moved forward to shove him, the force of the second push throwing off his balance enough for Sehun to stumble. There’s a shift in Hyungwon’s persona, the tension mounting and he can see the crackle of emotion filling the once emptiness in his eyes. Sehun had gotten to him and he isn’t sure whether he’s happy about it or not. The other male continued to goad, taunting him with aggressive words to bribe him into a one-sided fight and Sehun stopped fighting the need to hold back. He wanted to feel something other than the pain of losing Hyungwon; the fresh wave of hurt from pushing him further away and seeing the last of his hope slipping through his hands. Frown etched into his expression, Sehun let all of it go and lashed out at him. Swinging with his right hand to land a second punch, followed by a third and a fourth, alternating hands until both were numb and bloodied, with both his and Hyungwon’s blood.

&. open wounds

hyungwon steps forward, hands shoving roughly at sehun’s chest as he stares at the other. he can feel the usual persona slipping, the cool disinterest cracking with frustration and hurt as he follows up the first shove with a second one, using more strength. “fucking hit me. knock me out. kill me if that’s what you want. don’t be a fucking pussy about it,” he growls in anger, the fire and heat of it dissipating and he’s trying to clutch onto it; hold on so he can hide. this was why he wanted to walk away, before sehun realized that he was under his skin, that he still had such an effect of him. that no matter how much hyungwon was trying to untangle himself from the love he had for him, it was still there and it was choking him. “fucking do it, sehun.”

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When they were together like this, just the two of them in their own little world, it was easy for Sehun to forget about everything else. It was easier to ignore the way his heart ached for someone that wasn’t Jongin, to forget about how he was in a one-sided competition with Taemin to vie for Jongin’s attention, as well as Hyungwon’s now that Taemin had started up some sick little affair with him too. When he was alone with Jongin, it was easy to pretend that their social world wasn’t a completely fucked up and impossibly entangled mess. With Jongin, as fleeting and temporary as the feeling may be, he could be happy without pretending or faking it – he was truly happy. Maybe it was selfish, the way he was drawn to Jongin like a moth to flame because he offered the warmth and happiness Sehun so desperately craved; because he so easily lavished the attention Sehun thrived on and lived for. He cared about Jongin genuinely of course. Whenever he jumped at the chance to spend time with him, it was never about using him for selfish means nor did he do it with the intent to just brush him off afterwards the way Taemin did. Good intentions aside however, the fact of the matter was that he loved Jongin as more than a friend but less than a lover. He could never fully give Jongin the love he deserved; not when he didn’t have the entirety of his heart to share and probably never would. It belonged to Hyungwon, despite the painful breakup, and Sehun still harbored hope for some sort of future with him even though Jongin was proving himself to be a contender.

“Perhaps,” he murmured agreeably, eyes greedily taking in the way Jongin’s eyes fluttered shut and relishing in the groan that he managed to draw out of him with the pressure of his palm. “But you still like me regardless,” His voice was no louder than a teasing whisper as he leaned in closer, chair scooting towards Jongin until there was no more space to invade and his lips grazed over the shell of his ear. Sehun’s grin never faltered, curling into something closer to a smirk when Jongin’s breath caught in his throat and he only pressed harder in response, squeezing and stroking him through the denim. It was easy to see how quickly his actions were riling Jongin up, the flustered way he shook his head and the addition of teeth to their lazy kisses exposing his rising excitement.

Jongin drawled at him, stumbled over a comeback and didn’t manage to finish when Sehun silence the protest with another kiss. He couldn’t help but laugh when Jongin groaned and exhaled sharply at him. The abruptness and break in the silence around them when Jongin slammed his books closed startled him and Sehun pulled back just enough to watch him, amusement and desire swirling in his eyes as he observed him while Jongin chucked everything back into his bag without care. It had a grin tugging at his lips again, mirroring the smile on the other male’s lips when he chided him grumpily. It was cute, really and anything but discouraging – if anything, the sudden eagerness only added to Sehun’s impatience and had his fingers itching to yank at his jeans and press into Jongin’s bare skin. “And? I don’t recall there being a rule that says no fucking at three in the afternoon.” He countered playfully, eyebrows quirking in mild surprise at Jongin’s suggestions.

“The stacks? Didn’t peg you as an exhibitionist Kim,” his tone was teasing, mostly to hide the fact that the idea of it was a turn on, before he melted back into him with ease when the other tugged him close by the nape of his neck. Curling his fingers and tugging none too gently at his hair, Sehun returned the kiss, calm exterior breaking and hints of neediness and want seeping into the press of their lips. The temptation to just slide into Jongin’s lap, to make-out and let the other just take him right there burned hot in Sehun’s veins and he resisted the urge to simply straddle him there. He let the kiss drag on for a minute, teeth catching rough on Jongin’s lower lip and tongue swiping over the swell before he pulled back. His apartment was the obvious choice, the most practical of the three Jongin had offered but the heat of his own arousal was swirling in the pit of his stomach and Sehun didn’t have the patience to walk across campus back to the carriage house before he got the chance to feel Jongin’s skin underneath his fingertips. “Study room,” he breathed out against his lips, chair scraping against the floor loudly when he stood quickly, fingers curling in Jongin’s shirt to tug him up and out of his seat.

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Sehun didn’t have a destination aside from getting as far away from whatever that was as quickly as possible. His hand still felt like it was on fire, the tingling remnants of a burn that never actually spread across his skin driving his body into a panic. It probably wasn’t the smartest decision on his part, to start running through the cave system without a proper sense of direction – even with his enhanced awareness and night vision. For all he knew, he was only leading himself and Jieun further into the cave with no way to get back out. The thought sent another rush of panic through his system, had his mind reeling as he grasped blindly for a solution to their predicament and tried to conjure up some semblance of a plan since it wasn’t just his own safety at risk. He had someone else to look out for; stranger or not, he wasn’t a ‘just save yourself’ kind of person.

His racing thoughts were interrupted with a harsh yank to his arm and it had him slowing until his legs reached a complete stop. It didn’t seem like the best idea to rest now, not when he could still see the mist trailing behind them and lingering now that they’d stopped. It didn’t look like it was coming any closer, but Sehun didn’t let his guard down, eyed it closely while he waited for Jieun to catch her breath. Aside from Taemin and Seulgi, Sehun didn’t spend a whole lot of time around witches; spent much of his time with other familiars so he wasn’t used to someone with less endurance. He felt kind of bad as he watched her gasp for air, working to fill her lungs.

“Honestly, I don’t know… I just. Whatever that thing is, it can hurt us and I wanted to put as much distance between us and it as I could.” He admitted, eyes still trained intensely on the lingering mist. “For now anyways,” he countered warily. “Doesn’t mean we’re safe just sitting here.” She didn’t seem to find the mist as intimidating or as dangerous as he did, and it was concerning. The last thing he wanted was for her to drop her guard, think they were safe and have it take advantage of their vulnerability by attacking.

Before he could say much else, her attention seemed to be drawn away from him, ears catching something that he had yet to notice in his haste. He went silent, tried to extend his hearing beyond the sound of her heavy breathing and the irritating melody still floating in the air, louder now that it was echoing off of the cave walls. In his human form, he couldn’t tell for sure if the sound was truly a source of water but it had him hopeful that they weren’t too far from a potential exit. “It’s possible,” he agreed, with a slight nod. Taking a moment to think about what to do next, Sehun formulated half of a plan. “My senses aren’t as strong in this form, so I’m going to shift. It might make it easier for me to find a way out of here if I can trace that sound.” He explained, glancing back at the mist every so often to make sure it wasn’t nearing them. “Once I do though, I can’t communicate with you so I need you to do exactly what I say now okay? Use that flashlight to make sure you don’t lose sight of me and do not stray from my side; keep an eye on that thing and make sure it doesn’t get too close, and tell me if it does because I won’t be focused on it anymore. Do that, and I’ll do what I can to get us out.”

Wanderers

“Just where are we going?” she huffed out between gasps. She chanced a glance behind her, jumping slightly and walking briskly as their situation had clearly not changed at all. Though she did realize something. “I think this only goes as fast as we are” she almost wanted to stop and take a closer look, but knowing what that would lead do she didn’t bother. Now wasn’t the time for foolish curiosity.

“Oh!” In between all the heavy breathing and that stupid singing which was starting to grate on her nerves now she could vaguely hear something else. “Sounds like water?”

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✱ / the sender of the ask shows up on tindr, swipe right or left?

he’d probably swipe right out of habit and then panic because he recognizes her from the ldb party and would be super awkward about it after. cause lbr, as adorable as he think she is, she’s missing some key anatomy that he prefers >.>

↻ / last 5 tweets

here

✉ / send at least one text to the sender of the ask (whether you know them ic or not, it can be a wrong number)

[✉> unknown ] so my telekinesis freaked the fuck out in class this morning[ ✉> unknown ] and it kind of launched my textbook at my teacher’s face[ ✉ > unknown ] and I might have laughed. like a lot[ ✉> unknown ] he gave me detention for a week how fucked up is that? it wasn’t even my fault

[ ✉> unknown ] oh shit wrong number[✉> unknown ] .... you agree with me tho right?

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△ / send a snapchat (feel free to link to a picture or make something to post)

[ fuck morning classes ]

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☾ & ϟ

☾ / link to the background picture on your muse’s phone

[ link ] he’s an hp nerd ok

ϟ / most used app(s)

snapchat, music, messages

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↻ / last 5 tweets

hun @os_h@xo_als: stop downloading stupid shit on my phone

hun @os_h: I’ve been sober for like 2 days and its a problem@xo_als, @h3donism: come drink with me

hun @os_h: paTRY @ MiNE GONNA GET fUcKED

hun @os_h: to the asshole that kicked a hole in my wall last night, you’re going down@xo_als: idk how yet but I’m 98% sure you had something to do with it

hun @os_h: [ image ] hung over and still kicked his ass in class

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✿ / how is the person who sent this ask saved in your muses’ phone

dollface

✖ / leave a voicemail (a drunk voicemail if you want to spice things up)

“-no fuck off, that’s mine. oh shit, its recording. sanana! you’re supposed to answer when I call,” his voice is borderline whiny, unnecessarily loud so that he can be heard over the music playing in the background. “you know, the green button. always press that when I call cause I’m important.” “no you’re not” “no one asked you asshole,” he snaps, more into the receiving speaker of his phone than to his equally drunk best friend beside him. “anyways where are you? you better not be ignoring me cause you’re in bed with some random asshole. you’re so much better than that y’know, deserve more than that. don’t be like me ok? that’s not good, that’s a really bad idea actually. you know what, I’m coming over, you better have clothes on and-” the line cuts off abruptly when he drops the phone, fingers slipping over the screen and ending the call.

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★ / last three texts sent and who they were sent toalso sent by @cvjinki

[ ✉> taetae ] hey asshole your floors aren’t soundproof stfu[✉> taetae ] I can tell you’re faking it btw[ ✉> seul ] please go shut him up I want to sleep :(

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✉ / send at least one text to the sender of the ask

[ ✉ > taetae ] stop whoever you’re doing and come over[ ✉ > taetae ] it’s movie night[ ✉ > taetae ] I’ve got booze and fast & furious so hurry up

△ / send a snapchat (feel free to link to a picture or make something to post)

[ link ] caption: ayyyyy

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♫

♫ last 3 played songs on your muse’s phone

♫ sweet dreams - mfbty♫ punishment - roh jihoon♫ please don’t - k.will 

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As much as Sehun truly loved Taemin, the thought had crossed his mind many times – what if he had never met Taemin, had never let himself get drawn into the rollercoaster ride of a friendship with him? Life certainly would’ve been a hell of a lot easier and less stressful, less heartbreaking too. It was exhausting to be his friend, to be one of his best friends and it chipped away at Sehun’s resolve when his manipulative ways fell back onto his shoulders. Taemin was a disaster of a human being, crumbling at the seams and stitching himself back together with excessive amounts of alcohol and his boy toy de jour. It was hard to watch, hard to know that as someone who cared so deeply for Taemin, he would never be able to keep him together completely. It was hard to always have to be the one who could keep it together, to be the pillar that could withstand the weight of both his problems and Taemin’s. As taxing as it was on him mentally and emotionally to try to keep up with all the shit Taemin put him through on a daily basis, it didn’t change how much Sehun loved him. He was an emotionally inept idiot sometimes, but at least he was Sehun’s emotionally inept idiot.

Taemin grumbled at him, words making absolutely no sense but it still had Sehun chuckling in amusement regardless. This was what made the difficulty of being Taemin’s friend worth it, these moments of immaturity and playfulness. It was a side of Taemin that not everyone got to see and it pleased Sehun to be one of the few that did. “Oh come on TaeTae, don’t be like that.” He drawled playfully, more to incite petulance than anything else because Taemin’s reactions to his teasing were amusing. He snorted when the other male stuck his tongue out at him, not bothering to answer with actual words and it had him laughing again. “You’re such a brat.” Sehun huffed out, words filled with fondness. It didn’t take long for the playful atmosphere to dim, shifting into something tense and fearful when the creature appeared and launched itself at them.

Taemin scrambled to get up and Sehun did his best to guide him in the dark, skin sore beneath the vicelike grip Taemin had on his wrist as they ran in what Sehun hoped was the right direction. He hadn’t paid all that close of attention to every single turn when they had wandered deeper into the maze, but something in him just told him they were going the right way. Intuition, instinct or whatever it was – it was screaming at him to get out, provided him with a vague map to get them out as quickly as possible. Right, left, left, straight – Taemin snapping at him made it hard to concentrate and he simply shoved him along faster, ignored his comment about the possibility of there being more of them around. The thought of it did absolutely nothing to calm his already shaken nerves and Sehun decided that if he managed to get them out safely, he was going to strangle Taemin for having the worst ideas.

With each corner he guided Taemin around, the air seemed much less heavy and light began to filter in as the maze opened up more. They were getting close to the exit, he could feel it and Sehun exhaled in relief. “Yeah, I think we’re almost to the exit.” He couldn’t hear the creature behind them, half wondered if it had stopped chasing them now that they were no longer in the darker depths of the labyrinth. The air wasn’t as supernaturally charged this close to the entranceway, moonlight helping to illuminate the path enough that even Taemin should be able to see now though Sehun wasn’t keen on taking the chance that it could still creep up on them. He let Taemin pause for a breather, his own chest heaving as he gulped down as much oxygen as he could to soothe his burning lungs. “Let’s keep going, come on. We’re almost out and I don’t want that thing to catch up.” He muttered, tugging at Taemin’s wrist to pull him away from the wall.

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Taemin landed hard against the ground, his breath knocked out of him and it took a hazy moment before he was rolling over and scrabbling to pull himself upright, a death-grip on Sehun’s wrist to yank him along after him. Taemin listened to Sehun as he shouted out directions, twisted his way down corridors and tripped occasionally over rocks, his feet, but Sehun was always there to help him find his balance. “Well I don’t fucking know. Maybe it’s chasing us toward it’s….web-fucking-thing to let its monster babies eat us instead!” Taemin snapped back, something that was spurred on more by fear – but then – it did seem like a possibility. Suddenly only having one mouth chasing them didn’t seem all too bad. “Just. Fuck. Do you know if we’re near, like, the edges? Or are we still in the middle?” Taemin asked him mid-pant, ducked himself around a corner and held himself stiff against the wall as he took a moment, struggled to catch his breath and fought down a cough that was threatening to burst from his chest. As before stated, Taemin wasn’t big on the running.

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Sehun stared down at Hyungwon, irritation, hurt and something bordering on desperate longing swirling behind his eyes despite his devoid expression. He hated how much the ache behind his ribcage hurt more than the broken bones in his nose, more than the sore bruises forming along his back and shoulders from being slammed against the mat. With each word that passed through Hyungwon’s lips, pain burrowed itself deeper into his heart and Sehun had to physically bite his tongue to stop himself from begging him to just stop talking. He wasn’t stupid; he knew that much like himself, Hyungwon sought some semblance of comfort and familiarity in other peoples’ beds, in the way their bodies tangled up warm together. He had known for a while, but it didn’t make it any easier to accept the verbal blows nor could he keep the imagery from flashing through his mind, brain unhelpfully supplying the image of Hyungwon pressing a stranger down against his bed.

The jealousy that pumped through his veins made him nauseous, his stomach churning uncomfortably and jaw clenching so hard Sehun was surprised he didn’t chip a tooth. He closed his eyes, steadied his breath as he exhaled through his nose and tried to clear his mind. It didn’t do much good, the unwanted visions of Hyungwon with someone else shifting into something much more familiar and replaying the memories of them together. They had been happy once, so at ease with each other and attuned to one another; used to fall into bed with laughter on their lips and pure adoration in their eyes. There had been an effortlessness to their relationship before everything went sour, had Sehun feeling whole and like he could take on the world with Hyungwon beside him. Now, all he felt was a cold emptiness and a desperate craving for the warmth the other familiar used to provide, both physically and emotionally.

His eyes followed the movement of Hyungwon’s hand, narrowed at the sight of his skin tinged pink from where his knuckles had met Sehun’s face. There was a time when Sehun would’ve fretted over an injury like that, despite how minor it was; was a time when he would’ve worried and done his best to tend to the scuffed up hand like the good boyfriend he had once been. Now however, he could only scoff at him derisively. “How pathetic, can’t even handle a couple bruised knuckles,” he commented uninterestedly, voice completely uncaring and hard. He wasn’t about to let Hyungwon see just how much his words had hurt, how deeply they had cut. “You’re still just as weak as ever, I see.” Sehun tilted his head, fists clenched by his side as he watched Hyungwon’s expression, searched in vain within the vacantness for something he already knew he’d probably never see again. “People actually sleep with you willingly? You’re really nothing special in bed, I can’t imagine any of them ever come back for more.” It wasn’t the strongest blow he could’ve given, but at least it was something; the best he could come up with really, when all his focus was on swallowing down the hurt and trying to appear unaffected.

Hyungwon offered his surrender and had Sehun been thinking clearly, he would’ve just accepted it and walked away. It was an invitation to save face and escape with minimal damage. He wasn’t thinking clearly however, and the easy admission of defeat only proved to irritate him further, especially when Hyungwon followed it up with another jab at his worth. To be viewed as something so meaningless, seen as less important than an ability to hold down and fuck people that weren’t him in the eyes of someone who used to mean everything to him – it was a low blow that hurt just as much as his other vicious words. So rather than backing off like a civil human being, Sehun throws the class rules out the window and balls his fist tighter, steps towards him before throwing his arm out with more force than necessary. There is no acknowledgement of the rules or etiquette of sparring when he aims directly for his face, wanting to feel the sick sense of satisfaction when his fingers meet flesh.

&. open wounds

“i surrender, sehun,” hyungwon declares as he flexes his fingers once more and angles his head. a forced up and acidic laugh on his lips as he drops it, swings it at his side and shrugs one shoulder up. he’s still weak, still not ready to destroy sehun with more than words; to see him bleed or hurt or die. nausea burning up the back of his throat and his eyes stinging to reveal himself, but he can’t. a tactical retreat. that’s what this was. his tongue pushing against the back of his teeth as he sways his head to the other side and swallows down hard. “you’re not worth injuring this hand. and i don’t care about this class.”