he'd look up at his hyungs all doe-eyed and pouty, cheeks flushed sweet like a cherub, making them feel so bad about not giving him what he wants, even if he has a knife digging into their hip. kvi revels in making them shiver, fascinated by their cries as he rakes a blade down their abdomen. sometimes, he’s a little careless, letting the blade harshly scrape into their skin, gasping out when blood beads out of a new cut. he’s quick to clean it up, lapping and sucking at the open wound, letting out whimpers at the metallic taste coating his tongue, uncaring that his hyung is wincing in his hold. for all their protests and whines; kai finds it a little funny that at the end of the day, he always finds himself on his knees, the bows in his hair flip-flopping, as he coaxes the head of their cock in between his blood-smeared lips.