Title: Hate
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Siwon
Rating: R
Warnings: AU, Torture, extremely sadistic thoughts, Siwon hate
Words: 393
Summary : Siwon crosses the line
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu fic challenge prompt 080 : Crackle (
my archive)
He was so angry, could feel it heating the blood in his veins, a distinct haze of red covering his vision, his breath coming in hissing pants through his teeth as he openly seethed; literally shaking with suppressed fury.
Siwon had always been enviably perfect. They'd all had to come to terms that they'd never measure up. Maybe in a small area or two they could shine brighter, stand out, but as a whole package they had no chance, and frankly, it was unfair.
But Eunhyuk sometimes felt that the rest of them were merely a colourful, yet banal, background for Siwon to shine brighter in comparison. A cast of pawns to suitably defend their King.
Siwon and his gentlemanly demeanour made you feel so evil for hating him with a passion, he just had to be so insufferably nice about everything, you could attempt to slit his throat and he'd just politely help and do it better than you.
But Siwon had crossed a line, Eunhyuk had sought his immaculate advice on an increasingly embarrassing crush, and Siwon had betrayed him, stolen them for himself.
Eunhyuk thought this must be what murderers feel like, he so desperately wanted to hurt Siwon right now, punish him for what he did, painfully, unrelentingly and without mercy.
He wanted to saw his arms off and stuff them down his throat, cut his chest open and make him watch as he eviscerated him torturously slowly. Pull off his fingernails and use them to mar that handsome face into a grotesque shadow of its former self, perhaps remove his tongue and hear him gurgle and choke on useless protests.
Rip his vocal chords out and dance in the flowing blood, tattoo how he'd wronged him with rusty needles into his skin before peeling it off and sewing it to his eyeballs to read for eternity.
Or maybe fire? He could envision himself cackling maniacally as the flames licked higher, the acrid smell of burning flesh and fabric searing the insides of his nostrils as he breathed in. Fading pleas for misplaced heroism dying as it dawned this was no accident.
How he'd love to see him suffer at his own hand, but he could only ever hurt him in thought. The reality so harsh and unforgiving was what he was left with, just a bitter wronged onlooker.
Notes :
Umm yeah, so again I don't hate Siwon, I had the scenario then fit it around the prompt charaters, to get some agression out ^_^ Also slightly taken from an old convo I had with
beevosteethos a coupl of months ago when I was sething with rage and came up wit some creative imagery ^_^