❛ isaac

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 Isaac was done with people telling him what to do and how to act. maybe that’s why he enjoyed the relationship with her, there was no bossing around but just flowing their emotions with each touch. keeping his hand near her neck, flashbacks from the night they spent together made him shiver and quickly retrieve his digits from . inside his mind the reality was anything but real, he painted a sorrow world filled with wounds to keep his goal alive. he didn’t want to hear her, to convulse his instincts, Isaac wanted revenge and making Vivian his father’s card was enough for Isaac. “I don’t need your words. I know my father wants me dead” that was not a lie, his father made it clear too many times how much he regretted having Isaac.

“Just ing leave...” head hanging down, his hand rested atop of hers, the grip wasn’t tight but was hinting a sense of comfort for him. her warmth could do wonders regardless of how toxic Isaac was. his eyes spoke differently and that’s why he couldn’t stare her in the eye, the kiss woke a side of him he discovered when he first met her. a part of him that yearned for that dreamland with kina and Vivian. “Please leave” the tremble in his tone was evidence of how vivian has made an impact on him. he changed so much after meeting her, even his anger wasn’t has vivid as previously. the power of loving someone was indeed avid and heart changing.

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 she must stand her ground, she knows. that's his first misconception, one that she knew would be a fatal flaw in their relationship—he always jumped to conclusions, seemingly without listening to her first. through clenched teeth, feeling indignation fester within her, she manages to spit out, "why would i need to take money from your father? i'm ing rich, my parents were millionaires and i got a ton of life insurance money when their plane ing exploded." vivian doesn't curse often, but she's tired of being talked over, her words being assumed before they can even leave her lips. not just by him, but through her entire life it's been this way. she's tired.

when he kisses her, a bittersweet warmth begins to make itself of her chest. how could he toss her side to side, like so? it's infuriating—like that her sadness and longing for him turns into quick indignation. "if you really don't want me here, then tell me," she challenges. vivian knows, deep down inside her, that he does not want to push her away. in the world, there is only them—only they can trust each other, know each other... protect each other. "tell me you hate me and want me out of your life, if you really think i only stuck around for money, or your father, or your reputation, or what. fine, just let me explain first."

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@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 isaac's right hand landed flat harshly against the wall, how daring this girl was showing up after what she has done to him. he couldn't believe she would knock on his door and not at that hour. his jaw clenched wanting to push her out of his way, his desire was to just shut the door on her, but his inner soft self was still present, wanting to embrace her so dearly. rolling his eyes at her words, trying to avoid direct eye contact, she was still his weakness and Isaac wouldn't allow that to happen, not right now. "explain what? how much my father paid you for this?" reminding himself of why he's mad at her to keep his anger flowing, he couldn't forget. the grip on the door was so rancorous that nail marks could now be seen as his fingers slide down.

aware of the cameras outside the corridors, Isaac mustn't create a scene outside his apartment, that would turn ugly on his side. his right hand quickly grabbed onto her hands, violently hauling her inside and planting her against the same wall he slammed his hand on. the proximity was rather treacherous, his nostrils inhaled the sweet scent of hers, he could also perceive the sadness in her aura somehow. "to spy on me? to drive me away from my plan?" his breathing was loud and conflicting, holding back the will to hurt her but also to kiss her. his gaze fell on her lips, how tender and desolate they looked, probably the same as his. in the midst of anger and lust, Isaac kissed her hawkishly, biting her lips so cruelly but so lovingly at the same time. yanking himself away "get out. now. don't. come. near. me. again" his eyes were close, not wanting to see how she would react after his moment of weakness, he knew he screw up with that kiss.

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 he looked horrible—perhaps it would not be the romanticized first thought to appear in her head after a week, an entire seven days, without experiencing the graced visage of her lover (if he could, at this point, even be referred to as that). but the thought is germane for the situation: his hair is disheveled, clothes unironed and probably not changed for a while, along with the vehement stench of weed that follows him as he opens the door. she doesn't know what she had expected. of course he would not accept her back into his life with open arms, despite having made a home for herself in the comfort of his embrace; it had only been a week after all. but the potent and distinguishable anger that drips from his tone causes her to stare up at him with widened eyes, lips falling slightly ajar at his harsh tone and words.

and though she berates herself not to, tears spring at her eyes. she had always been sensitive, and it appears once again that the demoiselle's pure emotional heart has once again been touched by tears. "o-oppa..." she says softly, pain seeping into her voice. "i'm sorry. i just..." a few tears suicide from the ledge, and immediately she wipes them with the back of her sleeve. no—she must remain strong. straightening her back, she looks up at him with a small sniff. "just listen to me. let me explain."

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 [] //tw: suicide

his whole world fell apart, the irony is that he knew it was too good to be true, he's been waiting for that one momentum that would break him, consume him as a whole. it happened. she knew who he was, all the hiding and running were in vain. Isaac barricaded himself inside his apartment, luckily he had supplies for months, specially since he barely eats. but drug wise, he had tones, mostly from his weekly orders, plus extra from all those sober days with vivian. Isaac asked for a sick leave at work, highly accepted after the boss caught him crumbling. spending his days smoking, drinking and looking down wondering if it would be better just to throw himself off the window and end it all. the election was nearing and Isaac was exposed instead of exposing his father.

Isaac was wasted leaning against the wall as he sits on the floor, his phone was far away from his sight with no sound on. no one to bother him or to betray him, that's what he thought. a knock could be heard and automatically made Isaac mumble angrily. ignoring the first knocks, he finally got up mad about the disturbance, opening the door slowly as his first reaction was rather expressionless, deep inside he felt so good. seeing her again made his heart beat again, that feeling of missing someone was there invading his whole being. but he couldn't show his weakness. "what do you want? are you here to expose me again? get the out!" his words didn't match what his heart was telling him, but his intoxicated state was taking control once again, just like when they first met. he wanted her, but he also despised her deeply. "leave."

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 it's been a week. a week since the truth had come out, a week since she had had the peaceful luxury of being in his arms, waking to the gentle joy of seeing his visage almost immediately. her days had grown brighter with him around, despite his moody and often quiet persona which had honestly changed with the time he spent around her. now, her days have once again regained their cloudy, lonely quality; not a bad day, but not great at all. of course, the guilt had begun to eat her up, festering a self-hatred for her lack of courage inside her. after nights of insomnia, hours of racking her brain for a time she felt happier before him, she fails.

it's nearing eleven pm on february 1st, his birthday. she had texted him a happy birthday message but... she couldn't expect him to reply of course. tired from a long day of school but finding herself unable to focus without him, she slips her cardigan haphazardly around her shoulders and puts on a pair of slippers before walking outside. before she knows it, she finds herself down the elevator and at his front door. her hands shake as she lifts it to knock on his door, gently. will he come? will he ever forgive her? but more importantly, can she forgive herself? she had driven away the one person in her life who... accepted her. made her feel happy, cared for.