Thread: Fries Before Guys

He had been weak. He had been pathetic. He hadn't been strong enough. He hadn't been fast enough. Jiwon had always been invincible, no one had the audacity to cross him, and those who did immediately learned of the harsh consequences messing around with him gave. And yet... Yet this invincible man had never felt more helpless and lost in his life than he had the day he was standing in that doorway. His expression had been blank, but it was a facade slipping little by little. An eyebrow twitch, a flicker of his finger, the heavy breaths he had taken. His control was disappearing and he knew and hated it. Jiwon was a man who was always in control-he thrived on it and everything fell apart when control was taken from him. Inch by inch that control escaped just out of his finger tips, out of his reach as he had felt like he could do nothing but watch hopelessly. Watch as her body had been ushered into the coroner, watch as they had moved her onto the metal table and then slid her into a freezer. His fists were clenched so tightly he could feel his nails piercing his skin, a sudden warmth spreading on his palm. This was not the time and place for any of those kinds of thoughts. Looking back at Blaze, he loosened his grip on his hand and used the injured body part to grab hold of the backpack strap and heaved it onto his shoulder. The pain was a welcome feeling compared to his memories and the incomprehensible ache in his chest. Still, his expression remained passive, almost bored and disinterested in life, before turning on his heels and making a beeline for the door. Jiwon hated those tech hearted bastards, more than anyone would ever understand. They had taken his life and turned it into more of a hellhole than it used to be. Wait. No. That's wrong. Didn't he remember? Robots were wires and bolts, he was the real problem in his life, not them. He should have been stronger, he should have been faster, he should have been careful. It was his fault anything had happened to her and not one day goes by where the touch of her skin didn't haunt him, the ice that frosted her flesh and gave him no choice but to accept the worst. She was gone, and it was all his fault. He made sure his mind knew that fact very damn well... Let's go. Don't fall behind, I'll leave you to die and rot on your own . No he wouldn't, but he'd be damned if he ever admitted to feeling a sense of protection over Axel ever since that day, and that protection unwillingly extended to the irritating orange haired bitch he had to put up with. However, there was something he wouldn't let go. It was a subtle remark about him being up for something steamy as she had so eloquently worded it. He halted before he existed the crappy shelter they had resided in for a short break, waiting with hawk eyes until she came close. Then without a warning, his arms shot out and gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her flush against him before using his body weight to pin her against the wall beside the door. There was barely an inch of space between their lips, and his smirk was wicked. Now this he knew how to do. Wallowing in sorrow and returning to an unchangeable past was a torture he put himself through when he needed a heavy doseage of pain. But this? This was nothing. This was boredom in the form of a tease he knew would drive her wild. It did nothing to him, but already he could feel the pressure of Axel's presence weighing on his mind, full on alert to what Jiwon was doing to his girlfriend, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. Bet you wish this was you, bastard. Enjoy. Their breaths mingled, his eyes glaring into her own with a raw intensity. She wanted heat? Fine. AB, don't test me... His words were barely a husky whisper, his usual low tone falling even deeper. Then his hands started traveling and exploring, beginning with a gentle touch on her throat, then trailing downward toward her breasts, not giving a damn to how bold he was being. He was in control, and it felt empowering. His finger dipped where it shouldn't have, a barely there cleavage he was toying with until he just held onto one mass in his hand. Oh Axel was really pushing at his conscious now, fighting for control. Then his lips were on her throat, nipping and teasing until he reached her ear, his other hand caressing her hip with slow and sensual rubs on her exposed skin. Looks like Axel's Bitch is feeling pretty damn needy for some other man. Those were his last words he breathed into her ear. Then he stopped. As if nothing had happened, he pushed himself off her body and turned the door handle quickly, exiting the building. Let's go!