The silence was barely bearable, the street lights dancing over the darkness of the car reflecting the crimson streaks trailing down both their faces. Jongin felt his whole body numb as he stared out at nothing at all. Kyungsoo was behind the wheel by his side and he was sure-
he was driving aimlessly until they could both find an answer as to what to do. Not being able to stand it anymore, Jongin tried to speak, lucking out at his second attempt at releasing his voice.
"Dont. Dont say anything, you... /we/ did what we needed to do... -
For us. To survive," the raspy voice of the prosecutor shook Jongin enough to make his body react and turn to his lover while trying to make sense of what he said. No, it hadn't... It wasn't like that. Not in his eyes.
He studied Soo's factions carefully. The blood had already-
dried over his skin and his brows were set lower, giving a darker aura to his eyes that Jongin had never seen before but in all secrecy enjoyed. Corrupted.
Hiz gaze lowered to the bloodied lips- plum, delicious and irresistible as ever, so much that the blond haired boy wanted-
to reach out with his own. Instead, he put one of his stained hands over the soft thigh and squeezed tenderly before turning to the window.
"Yes. We did what we had to do, and we did it together."-
In his wicked reflection, he could see his own face smiling back at him, completely satisfied and content.