#* & cho youngwoon ━━ ❮ dialogue ❯

[tewwor-moving]

❛Do not spurn me again like that, do you hear me?❜ ( vincenzo @ his fave building manager )

* & hades ask meme ( accepting ) — @rosenvale

The ringing's still there — shrill and tinny, resonate more in the left ear than the right. Of all the lessons learned, the mistakes so clumsily collected, it takes a full beating to really set him straight. Or in the very least, to realign the sight of each mask worn to fool those around him. One used around his beloved wife and daughter, a second for the select few that obtained some token of friendship, third for those with bridges burned, and a fourth — arguably the most fortified — firmly clasped around none other than Vincenzo Cassano himself. 

Yet even the most ironclad locks can come undone with lucky timing and brute force. Both of which were shattered under the high risk taken for an even higher reward. 

Obtaining the Guillotine File’s nothing to scoff at. It takes a certain kind of person to strategize it’s retrieval, but even the flightiness of impatience got the best of him. He, who worked so well, so closely, to the notorious Cassano family’s consigliere. Youngwoon never forget who he was dealing with. Quite the opposite, actually. Each slight of betrayal dug further into the tender flesh of confliction. 

To aid the man that saved him, or to hinder for a greater pursuit.

Much like a child made to participate in timeout rather than recess, Youngwoon sits in the midst of the ransacked temple with the heavy air of defeat. The jig’s up. What he assumed to be a royal flush ended up forcing him to fold prematurely. That’s what he gets, though. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Now all he has is a new spread of bruises to decorate his perpetually sore body. Not to mention the giant strike to his own ego — what was left of it anyways.

“Clear.. enough.” Would’ve been crystal if he hadn’t been smacked upside the head one too many times, but he didn’t dare test the luck of a loose tongue just yet.