#anybody want to bring mi-nyeo? ;)

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- DEOK-SU could not believe that he’d been killed. AT ALL, in truth, let alone by some pathetic, desperate, hooked little woman. a woman who had gotten her claws into him, in more ways than one. he hated MI-NYEO with all that he was. he despised her. he wanted nothing but eternal suffering for her, wherever she was in the universe. but at the same time, part of him respected her for what she had done, even if that involved murdering him. it took guts. it took gall. it took all that she had, because it killed HER, too. he had wanted her once, he knew. he could want her again, if she came back. could she? he wondered. would he KILL HER or KISS HER, if she did? he didn’t know. he really did not. when he encountered the person on the street, he immediately puffed up his chest, and got into their face, when he noticed them beginning to size him up: or was that his own paranoia rearing its ugly head? “listen here, sunshine,” deok-su started, turning his tattooed neck, so that the other could get a good look at the symbols that lined his skin. “you do not want to start with me today. because your blood would look good smeared on the pavement.” 

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