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The door nearly gives up from the strong force it faces, bursting open and revealing a woman clad in all black clothing. His nose twitches when he catches a whiff of that god-awful smell of blood etched deep into those fabrics.
“What kind of sick games are you trying to play right now?” Hyuna’s icy tone could make the whole building freeze.
No one was immune to it, especially if you were the receiving end.
Except if you were Luka.
“Games? Just how low do you—“ A blade at his neck stops his words.
“Cut the bullshit!” Hyuna yells, outrage fills her expression.
Luka looks up at her, their gazes finally brushing against each other and somehow, even for a while, the world seems normal again.
Though, of course, it was just one of the fantasies Luka likes to occupy himself with.
“…I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Hyuna's face falters, the brave facade she likes to parade around gone for a millimetre of a second before it immediately comes back.
But Luka still caught the hurt look on her face. How could he not? He spent his whole life dedicating his sight to her.
“Are you really allowing yourself to be their guinea pig?” she asks. “Really? To those bastards?”
“Ah,” Luka looks away, pretending as if he just got what the problem was. He looks back to her again, “why not?”
“LUKA!”
He gave her a sardonic smirk. “You finally called my name.”
Red flashed in Hyuna’s eyes, grabbing the hem of his collar. “Why exactly are you doing this?”
Luka tilts his head. “I am the cure, am I not?”
Hyuna flinches. “I still don’t understa—“
“What can’t you understand? It just simply means having me gone will save the world.” Luka smirks. “What a hero, am I right?
Hyuna pushes him back. “I won't allow it.”
“You're being irrational.”
“I don't care!”
“Then, are you willing to choose me over the people you’ve been foolishly trying hard to save?”
Her eyes shook, mouth opening to say something but nothing inevitably came out.
“As expected,” He muses.
“Luka, I…”
“I've finally found a way to be useful.” He tells her as he heads towards the door, looking back at her shaken form. “Don’t you think you should be happy? After all, you’ve never failed to shove it in my face how much of a liability I am.”