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Well? Fuck. That’s what hyuna’s thinking. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Hyuna holds her gun firmly in her hands, shooting a guard on sight—— Point Blank. Running down the hall and behind her the blonde, not too far behind: followed suit. She feels the stitches pop. A gulp down her throat, discard the pain- get out of here. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. It wasn’t supposed to end with mizi and till split, hell: mizi wasn’t even supposed to run off on her own.
While she appreciated the dedication to save her friends…that’s the rebellions cause, yes—they were supposed to be in and out. That was the reality of their situation. Oh: but now, a mere sighted expectation. They were supposed to be back in the rebellions base by now.
She wasn’t supposed to leave after the fact the Prince of Alien Stage was now a second time winner: thus dubbing himself a king amongst the other contestants. And right now? Having him with them: was just one huge mistake and one huge target on EVERYONES back. And believe it or not, even his. That isn’t what she cared for: not him. The aliens would always forgive their beloved prince.
What they wouldn’t forgive is the rebellions for kidnapping their oddly thinking monarch. Hyuna’s thoughts followed up with every step they took with guards in pursuit: was the adrenaline and risk of being caught, locked, and killed. And what about mizi?
The only thought left after she sorted the more important ones, was Luka being uncharacteristically silent. Usually, he’d make a snide remark. Only when with Hyuna would he verbally tease,
but this? It wasn’t the time. Maybe the silence was only built when they were face to face on that stage: broken promises and severed ties. More memories floating up to the surface to haunt the rebellion leader. Thinking about it: all of it, makes her veins pop. She chews on her cigarette, a stress reliever. As she tracks along listening to the slow running steps. He was running out of breath.
Right, health problems. She almost forgot. She looked around for a narrow hallway. They were approaching. She knew these halls, they’d passed through so many times. When she escaped. The lay out she dedicated to herself. It was burned into her brain. The silence is carried into a narrow descended hall around the corner: a hidden crevice. The silence is (not so abruptly) broken by Luka, who tried to speak. He had a sharp inhale, but he was cut off automatically. Cut off by hyuna’s hand.
Hyuna who’d automatically clamped her hand over his mouth, she didn’t know if Luka wanted to alert the the guards, but her eyes scanned the deadbolt eyes of the prince. Disgustingly beautiful. So observant. Head strong. Her lips formed a line in which to signal him not to make any noise. She kept her ear out to listen in which the guards would pass. Luka was smart enough to know what she meant. Sweat rolled down her forehead while in such a tight spot.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the cliche. Reading this type of thing. The beating pattern of her heart eventually slowed. A release on his mouth, he hasn’t resisted. Not once. It was suspicious. Her fingers slowly trail back to her own body, holstering her gun inbetween her waistband. Luka offers a knowing smile. The doting eyes, oh. She’s gonna be sick. She hates him. And yet, she wishes she never left him behind. Would he have changed? Would it be different? Would he be able to show the real him? Hyuna didn’t wanna think about that——and yet, always on her mind.
Ever since the departure. She promised to see him again, to save him. It’s been more than time for the two. And still that rested..phony smile. Not the same he gave that day in ankat garden. That? That was genuine. It made hyuna think, how could he hurt hyunwoo ——if he loved hyuna to infinity and back? How could someone SMILE like that, while seeing a body dead. On the ground. Nonetheless, a friend. Comrade, like a BROTHER. Her blood boils as she hyuna sunk her nails into her palm. When he raised his eyebrows in tease, he finally said something to break the terrible silence—and then she wish he said anything hadn’t at all. He might as well keep his mouth shut. Easier for the both. To part ways again. Even keeping eyecontact with Luka proved to be challenging for the rebellion leader.
He said,
“ this is our second time. You’re aware: yes?”
His smile barely grew, but it was enough motion to make her stomach flip. It was. Her teeth would grit and the cigarette would slip, as she stomped on it, clicking her tongue in a vow of silence. She peeked out into the hallway. Each time she sees him, —everytime she sees the prince of alien stage: the opposite side of her coin, he’s plaguing her mind. And she wants him out. Hyuna wants him DEAD. Gone. For her brother: for the things he’s done. All of it. For humanity
His provoking smile that blessed his ethereal features, aided him in the art of charm. Not today: satan. Not today. Hyuna neglected his glare: and his question. All the same. In which he’d already been back to his old ways, pushing against her personal space, she froze. Hyuna froze. His cold clammy hands: as if death, embraced her warm and upcast cheek: he pulled her close by the waist in order to whisper an add on. Probing her to answer such questions.
“ you came back for me. I knew you would. You always do..you’re mine. but tell me: did you miss me as much as I missed you? ”
The cold crawled her skin in a shiver, goosebumps. It took time for hyuna to process the fact he was holding her in such a way that made her seem soft: vulnerable. AGAIN. His pallet fingertips, brushed against her cheek leaving the piece of brunette hair behind. She pushed him away: shoving him aside and continuing forward. Trying to regulate her emotions. They’re both anger and flush in the same. Hyuna stormed ahead as Luka followed her with intent of more conversation. And perhaps getting a rise out of hyuna? Finding out the real reason she was here? Hell——no way.
“ or perhaps you finally realized life without me isn’t what was ideal. “
Hyuna whipped her hair around, and not just that: her whole body turned. A rough and rageful outburst took flight from her mouth: to the point where she saw Luka’s eyes widen, the dainty smile wiped from his pristine facial figure. Hyuna’s ears ring. They constantly ringing leaves her to backtrack on what she said. Her rage subsiding and her lips pursing into a thin line as she grips the gun. Had she said more: her personal feelings would slip out. She didn’t need that- or desire it: matter fact. The uncertainty between herself and Luka, the tension. Why did she say what she said?
“…I knew you were mine.”
And his shock subsided, with a snark smile, his eyes crinkle with certainty as he struts up to her, trying to touch on her: make her knees buckle. She looked at him, her jaw moves, and he has his finger on her upper lip. Had he not gotten it when she said “I hate you, every fiber of your being. You’re nothing to me, now luka.. nothing.” What doesn’t he get? Why wasn’t it clicking in this sicko’s head that he should be leaving her alone. And then she feels the solemn press on her lip as he whispers in her ear.
“…I spent so long, waiting. “
He chuckled. Hyuna bites her lip. Grips her gun, closes her eyes.
“ I was hoping you’d come save me: even during our first meeting..I was wondering why, why her over me? If I belonged to you: must you have saved your owner first..? The one who owns your life.”
His hand crawled her face, brushing: exploring. If any god exists up there… please, make him stop interrogating her. The tension was too much, though: everything Luka did was dramaticized, as if an audience crudely watched him..even when away from the spotlight. Save her now. (Though: it was unlikely to happen. All of it, just a lower form of begging.) her reflex trying to push Luka off: ended in a gentle touch of the rebels leader quivering and holding him.
“ and, to torture me, and leave me..you’re no better than the rest. ”
Hyuna’s resolve pitched in when he said those words. How dare he? She turned: storming away. Picking up a quick pace. If she was no better, then he could stay. Right where he was, he seemed happy. Amused. For, if she was no better: what was he? Was he one of them himself?
When he followed behind: they drew close to an exit, after he left his words in the air: it was as if something weighed on Hyuna’s chest. She didn’t like the feeling. Restricted, tethered from the air she wanted. Hyuna needed a cigarette. Somewhere to quietly sit. Contemplate. Get out her thoughts.
And to think she missed him.
She should’ve known better,
She hated being around him.
It wasn’t him in captivity: it was her. She was full circle: back in his hands.
Thinking about this made her pick and chomp on her lips, when the two reached the checkpoint: she saw mizi, till. The two expressed discomfort with Luka being near them, he’d already pushed a reputation with them: afterall. No different for Hyuna. Luka? Didn’t seem to mind the consequence of his action.
He always got his way. No matter where anyone turned in the end. Luka was a winner, somehow, someway. Just as he plans…Hyuna let out a sigh: taking the two aside.
Sometimes Hyuna wonders where it all went wrong.
Or how she didn’t see the signs.
Quite frankly, her immurement was always there. But now? It’s so obvious: she doesn’t know what the next step is. The binds that had once seemed severed made its way back around her wrists:
And worst of all?
Her heart.
Sitting in the room she was in now..dressing the wounds, and the scars that tugged on her heart.
For she was in captivity,
Slavehood, whenever she was around him.