#AAAAND FIN. DARIUS N JIHOON TAKE A BOW !!

[driftrz]

there's something inescapable about anger. it seeps into every crevice and corner of a person's being, adrenaline the fuel that drives it, the first hit shared between two bodies all the ignition needed for a flame to burst. three years of anger and resentment and guilt in every punch. the only moment of reprieve being jihoon's forehead slamming against his nose, the impact visceral, the crack of bone enough to make him stumble back. if his nose is broken, he doesn't care, 'cause jihoon's getting another hit in and all darius wants to do is break, break, break. next strike to jihoon's gut, because he wants him to ache physically, the way his words have made darius ache. but that was the thing about physical wounds : they'd fade, and all that would be left in a few weeks is the reminder of what a broken thing their bond had become. it was an ugly fight, too, senseless, nothing but a way for the two to make each other hurt. maybe he shouldn't let his ex friend get the last word in, but right now he's too angry to give a fuck about that, wounds starting to sting, face throbbing. must've hit jihoon so hard his fists are cut up, too. can't quite tell where his blood ends and the other's begins. doesn't matter, really, 'cause he's about to bruise up jihoon's stupid face a little more — until he's being tugged off, bar staff pulling him and jihoon off of one another, buzz in his ear replaced with the bartender yelling at him for starting a fight inside.

jihoon loses any semblance of logic and reason. he's functioning fully on his anger and bitterness. he doesn't care to talk anymore. darius is a traitor, he doesn't owe him a thing. he doesn't care that everyone's eyes is on them or the implications of this fight. he wants to expel the resentment boiling in his veins, letting it explode through his fist. he wants to hurt him, as if hurting him will bring closure. as if hurting will make them even. it all happens so fast. one punch for another. darius is hitting back. jihoon sees white when darius's fist meets his eye, then his jaw. he lets out a muffled groan at the impact, adrenaline washing over his entire body, defenses up. he's quick to slam his forehead to darius's nose. doesn't care if his entire face bruises. the other was an import model now, wasn't he? no one's going to want him modeling in front of their cars when his face is all bruised and fucked up. he only stumbles back a bit before jihoon's grabbing him again. "i'm just telling you the truth. maybe if i break your goddamn thick skull, you'll see it clearer," he seethes. he doesn't stop. he can't. he doesn't know how to and doesn't care to. he's already reaching to punch him again. he's not sure where it lands, if it's on his cheek or nose or jaw or eye. he doesn't care. it lands on his face, either way. xile was the jugular, the pressure point in all of this. but the reality of the matter was that this was far too complex. it was about xile and his protectiveness for his best friend who deserved better, and it was about jihoon. he saw in darius a brother he never had, only for that brother to turn his back on him and their family. it was about loyalty; it was about the prowlers, too. if his ex friend thought all of this will be pushed under the rug like it was nothing, he would be sorrily mistaken. "you made your bed, now fuckin' lie in it."