Bitter Blood || a Park Woojin fan-fiction [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

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❝ a pal's embrace could be of a toxic's.
it lingers around you as it hugs you 'till
you run out of breath. ❞

-Chapter 41, The Sweetest Contempt, yeonnieong

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[QUOTATION + ITALICS: Conversation in the mind]

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ONG RAEYEON

Human Descendant. 

Such a bizarre word, to a once classic human daughter living in a comfortable bungalow, satisfied with a loving chef mother, and an ignorant brother. The syllables said had tauntingly struck both her heart and mind; as if she had lived a soul of a liar, a normal human soul, not of a supernatural's. 

The threatening jiggling of thick chains, cackling, radiated through the cell as it dragged itself on the cold tiles, hanging off Raeyeon's limbs, interlocked in its cuffs; her lips jawed together with a excruciatingly imperishable, iron mask. The guards around her had multiplied into a huge gang of security, some even equipped with humongous, monster-looking weapons. As if she were an innocent, she had no clue of why these people would go to this extent for such a weakling like her. 

At least that was what she thought. 

Raeyeon just had no clue on how much power she could erupt within the petite tip of her finger.

"You'll love boss." Natalie uttered, smiling. "He's the darkest of villainy. A devil's God." 

Wow, sounds nice. 

Note the sarcasm.

Raeyeon attempted to move a bit of her lip muscle, but failed miserably as the menacing mask on her lower face mercilessly clenched them together 'till the flesh of her gums. She couldn't even scream her pain, as it'd only add on. Instead, she decided to shift her attention to Jihoon, who was, as well, dragged next to her, but with less handcuffs and no mask at all. It broke her heart that the ambitious lad had his head hung low, face poignantly plastered with disappointment. 

'Why isn't he talking to me in my head?' Raeyeon thought.

Jihoon instantly caught her eyes, though he remained distraught, 'Because it's over, Raeyeon. They got you.' he sighed. 

Widening her eyes, she blinked countless of times before observing the guards, whether there were any suspicions or some sort as Jihoon accessed her mind, but no. The lass' hopes had once again revived, though scars remained. She tried hard not to smile, her prayers back on track as she ignored every chatter Natalie babbled on, her focal point to her mind speech.