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“Sooyoung…Could you help tie our ties..?”
The man stood before the short, black haired woman. His messy hair falling just above his eyelids, his body toned and fit, easily lifting his woman with one hand. He could’ve chosen to wear the simple black tie clip-on but the woman despised the simplistic look. (It didn’t match her dress.) What could he do though? Go against the hot-tempered Han Sooyoung herself? Only those with a death wish would-
“HEY! DON’T TAKE IT OFF!!!! HOW ELSE WOULD PEOPLE KNOW YOU’RE TAKEN? Gosh… You IRRITATE ME, JOONGHYUK-AH.” The woman, annoyed, brought her hands to place the wine colored tie back on the mortal version of mystery himself. Straightening the tux to define his wide chest, chiseled forearms and broad shoulders. His jacket hangs from it to make his arms flexible and non-restricted. She pulled the cold-face man down to look down at her. Staring at Sooyoung as if he were to rip this stupid tie off and fuck her silly, maybe then she’ll stop screaming words he didn’t care for but instead his and Kim Dokja’s name throughout the entire hotel.
Han Sooyoung tightened the ties on both of her partners’, smoothing out the side slick-back Joonghyuk had that made his wavy curls look playful. She brushed her hands past the creases on her long body-con dress, the only thing not fitted on her dress being the high thigh slit that revealed her black and red-bottom heels and garter belt for her lace stockings. This event was black-tie, so wearing more than it seems is appropriate for the function, according to Sooyoung, but no one complained. Especially when the two men were able to see their woman being dangerously sexy tonight.
The last thing Han Sooyoung needed was a necklace, the one that they picked out for her on her previous birthday. A dark ruby and diamond necklace that flashed the camera but not the eyes, its radiant shine spoke for itself; Sooyoung had to wear this piece along with the matching earrings. Oh how they wanted to see those jewels glimmer the same way as her slick and pretty tears.
~Party~
The place was packed to the brim with famous actors and song artists, making the Kim Dokja Company look out of place with their battle scars and powerful auras. Lee Hyunsung was the first to spot the lovers, hugging them tightly from the longing of catching up to chit-chat and laugh together again. “How have you guys been? Is everything at the company doing alright? Are you still writing chapters or the novel published yet, Sooyoung?” The brown haired man smiled ear to ear, curing the awkward atmosphere in the air. “ It’s going well, Hyunsung. How’s it going with you? Is your work still wearing you down or…?” The gentle voiced-man responded, asking with genuine care, similar to that of a father. “Hyunsung, my next novel will be soon to be published. I've been too lazy to rewrite the second draft over….” Sooyoung came back with a small plate of desserts, Joonghyuk tailing behind, holding the small of her back like a guide he needs to walk again. Person after person, the conversations didn’t end… The little social battery Joonghyuk held was drained to the negatives, the only thing keeping him going was the bright smile Kim Dokja held on his pale face. At some point, Joonghyuk searches for Han Sooyoung, seeing if he could rest with her back in the hotel room. However, she was nowhere to be seen.
“Dokja, where’s Sooyoung?” The tall man tugged at the waist of Dokja’s tux. His eyes gleamed with something not of annoyance but with… Worry? Something was off, and Joonghyuk sensed it. “Sooyoung? She’s probably at the bar eating. Why? Is something wrong, Joonghyuk-ah?” The same worry flickered in Joonghyuk’s eyes, his eyes narrowed too, something was wrong. The hairs on Dokja’s arm rose, a chill ran down his spine, Dokja's senses were tingling… Dokja is Spiderman, confirmed???
“I-I’ll catch up with you guys later, I need to check up on Sooyoung.” With a sudden shift in Dokja’s expression, the Dokja Company hesitated before saying their goodbyes and continuing with a different subject. “Let’s go, Joonghyuk-ah.” The tall-framed man nodded along, interlocking his fingers into Dokja’s, his palm sweaty. He was scared.
~
“So doll, you have a boyfriend?” An older man grinned, sipping a shot of whiskey with an unflattering growl. There was vivid disgust on Han Sooyoung’s face, her skin crawled with pure disgust. “I have two boyfriends actually, fuck off grandpa. Take a cold shower…” She turned away, scoffing before ordering an Amaretto Sour for herself before going back on her phone. The older man nodded at the bartender, and with a shaky hand, mixed a white tablet into the drink. A bead of sweat formed on the bartender’s face, yet the sight of the beautiful woman was breathtaking, it’ll be more thrilling to see her destroyed mind as he has his way with her.
Han Sooyoung sipped it down, licking her lips to savor the sour taste. Her head felt heavy, her eyes started to spin around the room, Sooyoung might actually die here. She pulled out her phone, trying to text Dokja and Joonghyuk to help her. It was too late.
“Those boyfriends of yours are as fake as ever. Women these days, lying behind their teeth at a catch like ME. HAH. Fucking brat, I’ll teach you a lesson on respecting those older than you… Fucking bitch..” He got up, dragging the dazed woman by her wrist and waist, the bartender following behind before exiting the room. Brushing past the bustling group talking, Kim Dokja’s Company. “Dokja… Joonghyuk-ah… please…” A soft whisper of their names was the only thing needed for Joonghyuk to sense something was wrong.
~
Han Sooyoung was dragged into a hotel room, thrown onto the cold floor. The strange white tablet downing numbers on her consciousness, the only keeping her awake was the anger and idea of punching these fuckers in the face. The bartender was the first to make a move, he tried to rip the jewels off her neck but the value held for her gems were as strong as her grip on the bartender’s wrists, trying to stop him from ripping off her lover’s gift. She then punched his right eyes, knocking his vision back to yesterday. He didn’t see stars though, he saw his life flash past and then his death sentence. He clutched his face with a shrill scream, curling up to fetal position. Sooyoung got to her feet, the headache finally lifted, her vision on the other hand was still a little shaky and blurry. The black haired woman stomped her heel into the bartender’s hand, digging into his skin to draw out the explicit sound of death. “Y-You…! You fucking BITCH I h-hope you die..!” Han Sooyoung snickered, sticking out her tongue. “Shut up, you’re the one on the floor cleaning my heels-“ She dropped to the floor, her head starting to bleed from the impact of the old man bashing her head with a lamp. He pinched her lips open, pouring in an aphrodisiac, then placing a shock collar over her neck before taking her necklace and earring off to sell later unless she begged to keep them.
~
The two black haired men made their way to the seemingly empty bar, the only thing left was a half empty glass with a sour smell and white powder specs on the back of the glass. Dokja quickly snatched the phone, it was cold and lonely. It was the same as Sooyoung’s, so in a panic, the shorter man shakily tapped in the digits of the date of their anniversary. The screen lit up to a nearly sent text to their group chat; “Guys, come get me right NOW. PLEASE. Something is off.” Dokja and Joonghyuk looked at each other with the same expression, nodding before rushing themselves out the door. They knew Sooyoung is a tough woman but if she was outnumbered or drugged, there’s no telling what might happen.
The floors were searched in every corner and empty space, the two quickening their pace the more time Sooyoung wasn't found. “Sooyoung? SOOOOOOYOUUUUNNNNNGGGGG? Babbyyyyyy?? WHERE IS YOUUUUUUUUUUUU?” The projection of Dokja’s voice getting louder by the second, so is his choice of words but in comments of panic, the last thing on his mind was the grammar in his speech. “Han Sooyoung. Han Sooyoung?… HAN SOOYOUNG.” Joonghyuk was at a similar level, although instead of changing his words, he kept it the same and so was his tone—stern and cold.
“HANNNNN SOOOOOO-YOUNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-AHHHHHHHHHHH- OoFf-“ A loud thud startled the taller black haired man. Instead of greeting Han Sooyoung, Dokja met the floor, the hard cold floor.. A veiny, scar-filled hand guided Dokja to his feet before finding what the obstacle was. A dark-red, jewel earring.
*CRASH*
Joonghyuk didn’t think, only slammed his body onto the door that stood behind the earring. The door swung open in an instant, no one registering the people, but the sound of the door opening with a large dent in the center of the wood. “Get Sooyoung and go, Dokja.” Joonghyuk ran over to Sooyoung’s naked body, bruises were forming and blood dried on the other forehead. Indescribable things written on her skin… The ropes that held her gave her wrist, thighs, and ankles, red marks and new scars. The harmed woman was blinded by red lace, gagged by more ropes. A muffled whimper came from Sooyoung, it was nothing the pair typically heard. It was scared and shaky, compared to her usual bold and loud self. Joonghyuk and Dokja untied Sooyoung and wrapped her in their suit jackets, Dokja holding her close as she quietly cried into his chest with a shaky breath.
Before the bartender and the old man could run, Joonghyuk tackled the older man with the camera to the floor. Punching and beating his face till it was nothing more than a bloody mess. Joonghyuk then stood up over the sobbing man to stomp his foot into his stomach then pelvis then back to the stomach, he repeated this cycle for 2 minutes before going back to look at the older man, whispering in her ear curses and deadly threats that will happen soon after they left the hotel. *RIP* The sound of tearing skin made the room feel quieter than it already was. *Thud..* An ear dropped from Joonghyuk’s mouth, panting before dragging the screaming man by the top of his teeth. He used enough force to carve into the gums and to draw blood but not enough to rip his teeth out of the gums.
At the same time, Dokja ran out of the room with Sooyoung in his arms, quietly crying from the pain. He kissed her forehead, reassuring her that it was okay now. That she was safe and had them now, but Sooyoung didn’t need just that right now. She wanted revenge, BLOODSHED. With her last bits of strength, she stole Dokja’s tie, revealing the bulging veins popping from his neck, the anger boiling over without his face showing a reaction—like he usually does. She tied the tie around Joonghyuk's suit jacket to cover her body, then with the help of Kim Dokja went back to the room to find Joonghyuk holding a bloody ear in one hand and Temu version of the old man in the other.
He looked down at the small woman, staring daggers into the determination in her wide red eyes.
“Sooyoung.”
“Joonghyuk-ah.”
A small, cold hand came to the tall, blood-stained man’s lips, wiping away the blood that tainted his soft lips to then hold his warm cheek with a soft smile. “Thank you, Joonghyuk-ah…” He dropped his ear to the floor, and fell to his knees as well. Holding her hand, pressing the coldness onto his hot cheek with both hands. A tear dripped to the floor, his mouth trembled as a loud whale came crashing from him. He kissed her palm, kissed her red wrists, kissed her burned arms through the tears and sobbing, all of the emotions he didn’t want to show her were rushing out, pouring over into an overwhelming soup that won’t stop.
“Sooyoung-ah….”
“Sooyoung-ahhhhh….”
”Sooyoung-ah…”
”Han Sooyoung-ah…”
”Don’t leave me too, please…”
Sooyoung looked at her usually cold, indifferent man with a different perspective, one that of a child losing everyone around him. She knelt down, holding him in her embrace as he sobbed into her shoulder. “I’m here now, Joonghyuk-ah. I’m not leaving you, ever. I promise, Yoo Joonghyuk.”
*CRASH*
It was Dokja’s turn to get his anger out. While Joonghyuk and Sooyoung were holding each other tight, Dokja was smashing a lamp into the Bartender’s head. Stomping on his body repeatedly before spitting on the pathetic man before him. After 4 minutes of brutal punching and stomping like a 5 year old war maniac, Kim Dokja took the jewelry off the nightstand and color-matched the jewels to the blood from the bartender’s eye. Then with his toned arms, Dokja rolled up his sleeves revealing the veiny and built arms that only appeared in a yaoi manhwa. He brought the bartender up high so he could barely fall to the floor, slammed him on the wall and punched him enough times to drop 3 teeth from his mouth. Dokja dropped the pathetic excuse of a person to the floor, wiping his cheek and nose with his bloody, red knuckles. Sooyoung and Joonghyuk rushed inside to see the mess, only to let out a breathy sigh. “Hold him please…” Confused, Dokja tilted his head before holding onto Joonghyuk’s arm, intertwining their fingers together.
Sooyoung knelt down, dragging the bartender over by his hair, “How does it feel, huh? To realize I actually have two boyfriends. Do you regret what you’ve done or are you looking for more punishment?” Before the man could even breath, she threw his head to the floor, whipping him with Dokja’s blazer and then digging her heel into his palm as well. Repeating the process with the older man.
~
After a long 20 minutes, Han Sooyoung’s revenge was officially over. Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja watched in awe and horror, scared that they could be her next victim if they ever crossed her.
30 minutes passed while the room was getting cleaned by the three of them, they crashed onto the bed after a long night of random and scary events, talking to each other about their new worries and troubles. However, Han Sooyoung promised them, she’ll always stay by their side forever.