law doesn’t protect people. People protect the law. People have always
detested evil and sought out a righteous way of living. Their feelings,
the accumulation of those peoples feelings are the law. They’re neither
the provisions, nor the system. They’re the fragile and irreplaceable
feelings that everyone carries in their hearts.
genre: yeah… u know what genre it is… rated m for my fucking soul left my body as i wrote this.
word count: 4 380
request: a follow up scenario to wrong number which is here. except this time it’s not my old horrid writing and it’s no longer over some messages over the phone ;) it’s a drive-in movie + thighs are involved. just sin.
believe you fucking did that, [Y/N].”
A wide smile
skittered across your lips, from corner to corner, pulling taunt and pushing
upward the apples of your cheeks. Despite the moment being one you weren’t
necessarily proud to share; it wasn’t enough for you to evade telling your best
friend, the girl who was responsible for thrusting you into this mess. You’d
met up for coffee before class started, and whilst Mina was occupied with
dumping in one too many sugar packets into her mug, you preluded the
conversation by bringing up Soonyoung’s number, the number you accidentally
sent a very explicit text to.
Mina she shouldn’t bring that coffee anywhere near her lips as you described
the story, yet she ignored you and inevitably payed the price as you
whisper-shouted one of his messages across the table. Something along the lines
of riding his thigh, ruining your body into an irreparable state, feeling how
your legs tremble over his shoulders. You watched as she hastily slapped a
napkin to her mouth, soaking up the hot coffee that spilt from her lips and
just about stained her pretty eggshell blouse. Stop drinking it if you choke after everything I say, you chipped, it only gets worse. Though you couldn’t
stand behind that last statement with a pure heart, especially when things were
far from terrible the night you and Soonyoung had been pleasuring yourselves to
the other’s texts.
just me! Soonyoung was there too, ya know!” You replied to Mina’s flustered
words, keeping pace with her as you exited the coffee shop. She tucked a curl of
ash purple hair behind her ear, shooting you a look surprisingly scant with her
features being so dainty and porcelain like.
think about it, it’s your fault because you entered his number in my phone.”
pinched together. “Maybe you should check who you’re texting, especially when
you’re calling him hot and talking about how badly you want his hands on yo—,”
balked with a prickling glow devouring your cheeks, “It was my fault too.”
Together you arrived at the stop light, surveiling the opposite pole and
waiting for that tiny walking man symbol to start twinkling. Mina was in a
quarrel with her own thoughts, still baffled by coincidence that Soonyoung, her
dance teacher, happened to be the same student you walked in on with another
girl at the frat party. She couldn’t deny he was complete eye candy, though his
ludic behaviour often times spurned her interest, especially when his best
friend Seokmin was sprinkled into the mix.
“I guess I
should also mention,” You huffed, pebbles strewn along the asphalt as the
symbol finally flickered, “That he invited me to that drive in movie on
Friday,” You gulped, ”
What she means:
Oda screaming after he loses the kids is literally the most horrifying and heart-wrenching sound to ever exist. We don't even know how long he sat there screaming, barely able to breathe, with his throat hurting from the overwhelming pain of loss; we don't even know how long he cried there while the flames of the exploded car dwindled to nothing; we don't know how he was able to pick up all the broken pieces of himself afterward. All we know is that in that moment of loss, Oda knew he was gonna break his oath not to kill, as evidenced by the scene where he says that he can't write a book anymore. Or perhaps it was not that he knew he was gonna break that oath, but that he believed that he already had because he unwittingly dragged the children into his own mess, something he could've prevented. Oda's scream signals the beginning of his end and it is a sound that is haunting, that should never have existed, and yet it was ripped from him in a single moment of utter and complete loss.