_{RYU HYUN:}

^{@hckrgod !​} 

          ^{WORDS HINTED AT SO MUCH MORE, hidden meanings covered beneath thick layers of narcissism, an act for the audience that dropped when there was NONE ( when he stopped being one of the crowd, it made him happy ) and yet, as soon as he had broken the silence, it still weighed his heart DOWN, shrinking it before he had even been able to PROCESS them when they still lingered in the darkness.}

         ^{HE HESITATES, wishing to say SOMETHING - anything that’ll lessen the frigidity but he can’t quite put the RIGHT WORDS together. in fact, he doubted he could even muster the right reply, not even if he was given HOURS or DAYS. this was one of the things you just accepted in silence, but that WASN’T ENOUGH for him.}

         ^{❛   …    ❜     a PAUSE,       ❛   i’m real.   ❜   zen closed the distance SLOWLY ( i’m real ), shoulder leaning against luciel’s, HESITANT in their approach only to stop midway. ANXIETY was what caused it, not sadness; he wasn’t sure if this was a MIX OF BOTH, one where he couldn’t get rid of the former without DROWNING the latter. in a futile attempt to do it either way, he inhaled DEEPLY.}

         ^{i can’t just let him say that and stay quiet.} 

         ^{gaze soft but UNWAVERING, eyebrows furrowed in the slightest in the shadows underneath the lightest bangs.}

         ^{hand HOVERED over his.     ❛   and i’m also AFRAID.   ❜} 

         ^{❛   i am real.   ❜   a PAUSE,   ❛   hey,    ❜     lips parted for an abrupt exhale, the corner of his mouth twitching UPWARDS at how ordinary that was.}

        ^{❛   i’ll always be here for you,  okay?   ❜}

_{pathetic , life was pathetic. he continued to force smiles and laughs, he continued to be BRIGHT even though he was entirely covered in muck and darkness. his brow raised at the thought that death would be so much more pleasing than this. how many more members did RFA need to lose? how broken would they be? could he set up an AI to continue his work, would they notice?   THIS WAS ALL COMING TO AN END.   the pace of recklessness and depression speeding up the process of him  LOATHING  himself. he should have been able to save her, to protect her. now things were changing so rapidly ,   he should be happy.     to have a new face, a new party on the way.}

                                       _{❛   stop talking … ❜}

_{lids fell over bright amber eyes, hiding the flame that burned so strongly. it was dimming these days. no longer crackling fire over wood, popping and shedding light.   HE WAS NOT LIGHT   he just faked it. faking an expression was easy, but he falsed his entire being. pieces of shattered glass no longer being held up by stitches and glue. he didn’t know how much longer he could continue to pretend. he didn’t know how much longer he would be Seven. he was certainly losing his grip with reality. was this even reality?     WHAT IF THEY WERE BEING WRITTEN?     who would write such a tragic backstory?       who would create such a terrible human being like himself?}

                     _{❛  shut up Hyun … ❜    he cracked those eyes open only to cut coldly towards the elder.    ❛  I told you not to get close to me. I told ALL of you to never get close to me. ❜}

_{that glare was a knife heated by blue from the depth of the last layer. he pulled away then wanting no contact with the other.   WANTING NOTHING TO DO WITH THE WARMTH.    the blossom of friendship and love, care and joy that he was trying to give. Luciel was nothing but danger, broken promises, and lies. layer after layer of secrets that were brimming in his throat, acid burning the lining.   SOUR ENOUGH TO SPIT.  how could anyone trust him? how could anyone be there for him when he could destroy every inch of their very being.}

                                  _{ERADICATE , erase , DELETE.        START OVER , GAME OVER.}

_{systems shutting down he tore himself away hand cupping the nape of his own neck and rubbing harshly. jaw tightening as eyes squeezed shut. voices screaming at him as memories of past flashed. how could he protect anyone if he was never able to protect his own blood? how could he be good if he had done so much bad?     HOW MUCH BLOOD DRENCHED HIS HANDS?.    how much more pain would he cause. joints cracked as jaw rolled popping out and back into place.}

                                    _{❛  leave me alone , I need to work. ❜}