“I’m sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.”
—Richard Siken from “Little Beast”
“You happened to me. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.”
—Marilyn Hacker from “Nearly a Valediction”
“I don’t want to be around you. I don’t want to drink you in. I want to walk into the heart of you and never walk back out. “
—Nico Alvarado from “Tim Riggins Speaks of Waterfalls”
“Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.”
—Margaret Atwood from “The Good Bones”
“When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life, in each place and forever.”
—Bob Hicok from “Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem”
“When I haven’t been kissed in a long time, I create civil disturbances, then insult the cops who show up, till one of them grabs me by the collar and hurls me up against the squad car, so I can remember, at least for a moment, what it’s like to be touched.”
—Jeffrey McDaniel, "When a Man Hasn’t Been Kissed”
“Kiss the mouth which tells you, here,
here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.”
—Galway Kinnell from "Little Sleep’s Head Sprouting Hair in the Moonlight”
“I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again.”
—Phillip Pullman from "The Amber Spyglass”
“I wanted to write ‘stay’ on your sides,
surround your bed with oceans of salt.
I hope he folds you into a fox, loves you like a splintered arrow, brandishes the kill of your lips. May the bouquet of your hips wither. May the wolves forget your name.”
“I love you. If you hadn’t existed I would have had to invent you.”
–Elaine Dundy from “The Dud Avocado”
“And I’d choose you; in a hundred different lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”
“The first time I asked you on a date, after you hung up, I held the air between our phones against my ear and whispered, ‘You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.’”
“I will come back from the dead for you.”
—Richard Siken from “You Are Jeff”
“Do you want it? Do you want anything I have? Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it, reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands? If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me
in a way I understand.”
—Richard Siken from "Wishbone”
“Here we are, at the place where I get to beg for it. Where I get to say ‘Please,
for just one night, will you lay down next to me? We can leave our clothes on,
we can stay all buttoned up?’ But we both know how it goes–– I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.”
—Richard Siken from "Wishbone”
“Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.”
Excerpt: “You knew the situation had become hopeless.”
Genre: drama, action, humour, gore, gang au
A/N:this is so different to anything i’ve ever posted on here before, but i hope you enjoyy. Oh also some of you said I portrayed them as dorks and you don’t want them harming anyone. I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself and I promise it’s not needless harm. and all characters will be redeemed hopefully.
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A sharp kick in the ribs woke you up and you wondered if being kidnapped by a bunch of handsome boys had been a dream, but as a shoe landed on your stomach and pushed down, your eyes shot open as you pulled against the rope restraints around your wrists, further irritating the delicate skin with a whimper, you made eye contact with your tormentor; chocolate hair fell over his forehead and he gave you a bright smile that had the pain from his foot lessening.
But as it changed to a murderous smirk, his teeth glinting in the dim lighting you quickly turned your head so your cheek was flat against the plush red carpet, only a few inches from your face were a collection of banknotes, blood splattered over them like a masterpiece. Fingers smoothed into your head, massaging your scalp lightly before a fistful of hair was grabbed and dragged your head up with it slowly until you were looking him in the face, the boy with the deer mask.
“Where is the heir?” You looked past him at the dark figure by the door, almost completely hidden by the shadows, only the red ember of the end of a fag to be seen wondering if you could get him to stop this, but as fingers snaked along your jaw you knew the situation had become hopeless.
“What heir?” You were buying time, tensing your stomach as you prepared for another kick but it never came, looking up at him in confusion you realised he had played you as he threw you against the wall. The sharp impact forced a cry of pain to leave you as you doubled over in agony before you heard his careful, calculated footsteps approaching you.
“The heir of the Him hotels, that you seem to know well as you have been staying there for free for the past year,” you tried pushing down the memories that flooded to your mind, dark faces and roaming hands. Instead, you glared at the boy who was tilting your head towards him with one hand as with the other he took a drag of his lit fag, blowing the smoke in your face with a light hearted laugh. You watched him stand, and stride over to the cabinet and as he swung it open you let yourself search for an exit, your eyes desperately searching the room before they settled on the door that seemed to be guarded by Yoongi who was now walking towards you with slow steps.
Even so he was crouched in front of you too soon, you flinched as he raised a hand only to place fag between your lips, you looked at him confused as he lit in and let you close your eyes as you inhaled, before he pulled it from your mouth, “just tell us about the heir, we don’t want you and we don’t want to waste time. Make yourself useful.”
The room was quiet and you knew they were waiting, you could feel their eyes on your figure as goose bumps raised over your arms, they were more terrifying silent as it seemed to rarely happen and you felt like a rabbit in the clutches of a fox. Out of nowhere, you felt cold fingers entrapping your neck before you understood what was happening, they tightened and you let out choked gasp for air, your head began to feel heavy as your vision blurred and just as you were about to lose consciousness, the fingers left your throat and you fell forward you face crashing into the carpet as dry coughs broke up your panting.
This couldn’t be real, your lungs soon filled with air and your panting slowed but your head was still pressed into the carpet; slowly you regained your sense of what was going on in the room. The boys were watching you in interest like you were some sort of spectacle. Your eyesight became blurred again as your vision swam with tears but you felt a sense of purpose not to cry as you squeezed them shut even though it, in turn, increased the pounding of your head.
As a hand landed on your shoulder you let yourself be pulled back up into a sitting position, your back once again leaning against the wall as you looked up at Hoseok whose sunshine smile could no longer hide his darker intentions.
A hand grabbed your arm lifting you to your feet, but your knees were weak and he laughed bitterly when you fell forward into his chest, letting you go before grabbing both of your arms and slamming your back into the wall, a sharp pain ran down your back as you began to collapse but not before his knee was jammed into your stomach, he pulled your head forward by a handful of hair as he drove it further in causing a moan to escape your mouth.
A pale hand landed on his arm, it made the grip on your hair release and you fell to the floor panting, you tentatively looked up bracing yourself for a kick to the face but it never came. Instead, Yoongi’s face was pressed to Hoseok’s cheek as he began to whisper something, their gazes both flipped to your face and with a sigh, he ran a finger along your jaw, “The boss wanted to talk to us, so we’re going to leave you for a bit little bunny. Maybe when we come back you’ll be in the mood to talk?” You frowned at his nickname and he let out a hollow laugh at your expression, leaning in so his face was barely an inch from yours, “frown again and I’ll rip a tooth out.”
The room was silent, and you continued to move the thick ropes binding your wrist against the knife Hoseok had left on the surface, a bead of sweat crawled down your hairline but you continued, becoming increasingly desperate as you realised you didn’t have time to waste, cutting yourself in the process you bit your lip to prevent you from crying out.
Finally you felt the tension begin to loosen and let out a sigh of relief as you pulled your hands free, stretching them in front of your face with your fingers splayed as you inspected the angry red rope burn and the deep cut that caused blood to run down your arm in a small stream but you were busy picking up the scattered money and tucking it into your dress.
The door handle was cold in your hand, and you pushed back your fear with a shaky breath, your grip tightening as you decided you didn’t need a plan but to just run fast. You had taken the knife with you, for a worst case scenario but you had been abducted before and escaped with barely a scratch, but these boys had experience and you could tell that just by their faces, hardened at certain angles and laughing at other. Only someone who had seen the deepest depths of hell could laugh as they shot another human, and you had witnessed enough death for the night, and you didn’t want it to end with yours.
The door pulled open easily, as you poked your head out and quickly surveyed the dark hallway, you knew you were in a hotel or apartment and therefore as you tightened your grip on the handle of the knife you began to run down the hallway, your feet were bare and the carpet was soft against them. You spotted an elevator, the metal glinting in the dull lighting and decided to run down the stairs as it seemed the faster option. But you could hear shouting of names you recognised behind you, as you sprinted down the stairs you wondered if you had actually made it. Then the door to the staircase was slammed open a few flights above you, but you were almost at the bottom of the stairs and with a final push you opened the door panting, a triumphant smile on your face.
But you were so engrossed in looking around as you walked forward you didn’t see the wooden bat that was swung at the back of your legs, you seemed to fall in slow motion as your head turned and you saw Hoseok, the bat over his shoulders as he grinned at you with Yoongi standing next to him unimpressed, but you hadn’t given up as you rolled over so you could dodge the attack, but the speed of the swing was like a shock of lightning and your shins ached with pain, before the bat was lifted and came into contact with your ankles and you were sure you would never walk again as he slowly lifted the bat, taking a step forward as he swung, and nothing.
Your eyes cracked open, having shut when you tensed your body for the blow, you looked up at the boys; Yoongi’s hands had grasped Hoseok’s swinging arm preventing him from completing the blow as he shook his head to signify for your abuser to stop. Your knife glinted and you grasped it, the glint of metal caught both of their eyes as they turned to look at you with mirroring expressions of absurdity, their brows raised as they shared a look before their eyes went back to you, “Are you that eager to throw away your life?”
“No but I’m eager to throw something else away,” the knife was sent flying, but instead of lodging in Hoseok’s left eye it merely grazed his cheek leaving behind a line of blood, as he looked at you a growing smirk on his face before Yoongi once again grabbed his arm and yanked the bat from his clenched hands. You sat there stunned as you began to slowly back away, your arms seemed weak but the fear that had enveloped your being stopped you from falling until Yoongi signalled as he looked at something behind you.
Then you felt two people behind you, both of your arms were held as you were hoisted up and dragged behind Yoongi and Hoseok as they walked away, you looked up at Taehyung as you tried to understand what was happening. Everything seemed to be moving so fast and your thoughts could barely keep up as you were dragged into the elevator.
The jazz playing in the background made the situation tenser until Taehyung started laughing and was kicked by Jimin who was holding your other arm, you decided you could get free as everyone was distracted but instead received felt the glare of everyone as you writhed and decided to take your chance when you weren’t in an enclosed space with nowhere to run or hide.
Finally, the doors slid open, and you were marched to a set of large black, glossy doors. You looked over to Yoongi, “where are you taking me?”
“To see the big bad boss,” he laughed at his joke and so did the others but you failed to see the humour as you braced yourself for meeting what could be the end.