bluntly is really the only way that jiho knows how to put anything, and the above words are exactly what he said when his family informed him that they were arranging his. it's an outdated idea, but the hope was that such an arrangement might finally stop jiho's family from killing this other family and vice-versa, after generations of doing exactly that. it was all very hatfield and mccoy.
jiho had an idea of what they really wanted him to do. honestly, they would've been better off just asking him to do that instead of this whole charade. he would much rather be a trojan horse than a groom.
he'd refused. and jiho knew exactly what it meant for him when he did. ironically enough, he probably did join the two families together for real, because the day he escaped his wedding was the day that both families wanted to kill him.
they caught up with jiho briefly in the city, which left him with smears of blood on his skin - his, theirs, all blood looks the same. but he's lost enough of his own to feel weak. jiho stumbles into the highrise, unseen until he reaches the elevator. he pushes a button for a random floor and then leans against the wall to catch his breath.
it's only then that he notices that he's not alone. jiho turns his head, looks the well-built stranger up and down before casually commenting:]
Going up?
[sorry if those words mean something to you, eunsoo. sorry if they even appear across your skin somewhere. you probably deserve better than a little pink assassin for a soulmate.]
leaves you a thing or something
bluntly is really the only way that jiho knows how to put anything, and the above words are exactly what he said when his family informed him that they were arranging his. it's an outdated idea, but the hope was that such an arrangement might finally stop jiho's family from killing this other family and vice-versa, after generations of doing exactly that. it was all very hatfield and mccoy.
jiho had an idea of what they really wanted him to do. honestly, they would've been better off just asking him to do that instead of this whole charade. he would much rather be a trojan horse than a groom.
he'd refused. and jiho knew exactly what it meant for him when he did. ironically enough, he probably did join the two families together for real, because the day he escaped his wedding was the day that both families wanted to kill him.
they caught up with jiho briefly in the city, which left him with smears of blood on his skin - his, theirs, all blood looks the same. but he's lost enough of his own to feel weak. jiho stumbles into the highrise, unseen until he reaches the elevator. he pushes a button for a random floor and then leans against the wall to catch his breath.
it's only then that he notices that he's not alone. jiho turns his head, looks the well-built stranger up and down before casually commenting:]
Going up?
[sorry if those words mean something to you, eunsoo. sorry if they even appear across your skin somewhere. you probably deserve better than a little pink assassin for a soulmate.]