D!VA.

“I always did everything on my own since I didn’t want to trouble anyone.” It was true and he knows everyone else was busy with their own things. He didn’t want to trouble them. Plus, the people he invited over to Saeron’s birthday was mostly just family members. Jiwon goes to grab the bags of the decorations he bought and sets them on the table for Hana to look through and see. He listens to her suggestions and takes a moment to think about it. “Well I do want the decorations to be placed in places where they won’t easily get destroyed so as long as they’re secured and safe we shouldn’t have too much to worry about when it’s the day of the party.”

“Cooked, for me?” Surprise mingles with excitement that begins to show just a few seconds later. Same as it always did when it came to anything food related. Taking the offered bite without hesitation, brows raise, taking a second to savor the taste. Well, he’s not exactly sure what it is but - he’s more than content with it, albeit it didn’t fail to spark his curiosity. “It’s good.” As if he’s ever been picky with anything. “What is it, exactly?”

        𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 on the girl’s face spoke 1,000 words. so it seemed she wasn’t the type to show up to a near-stranger’s place to get high. he actually chuckled before the sound was cut off by a shockingly loud demand, to which his expression immediately dropped. she was serious, that much was certain. koma tilted his head for a moment, studying hana.   “  you know what? i think you could use a xanax or two.  ”   he smirked ever-so-slightly.   “  do you want to come in? we can talk about this. come to a… compromise. i don’t want us disturbing the neighbors.  ”   the irony was completely intentional, and he was actually enjoying how angry she seemed to be getting.

the guilt weighs heavy in his chest as he thinks of the last few decades , everyone under the idea that he had been missing or even dead. he remembers seeing the newspapers that said he was another “runaway” , none of those headlines were ever true; considering how frequent the disappearances became after his own. he could never shake off the uneasiness of seeing his face on the side of milk carton , he can’t imagine how it had been for hana; having to be reminded of the space that he no longer took up in her life for the longest time. he missed the comfort he felt being near her , the way that everything felt okay because as long as he had his big sister; things were always supposed to be okay. he leans into her touch , tears still falling no matter how much he tries to keep them back. ‘ i just - how? how are you here? god , hana , please tell me you didn’t do what i think you did. ‘

HER MELODRAMA DOESN’T FAZE THE FRECKLED RUFFIAN AT ALL,   albeit it is the sudden   ,   godsend news of hers which make oliver believe he truly IS on his best behaviour   ,   that karma simply MUST be enamoured of his righteous decisions as well as actions so far   ,   thus pampering him.  coltish digits deftly attempt to tackle the provided device he is still quite a stranger to   ,   as to most of the modern world’s inventions   ,   his belligerent glower eventually fading to one of rapt thrill once he indulges himself in looking over the myriad options   ,   the phantom of greedy hunger gnawing away at his previously sated appetite.  ❝    what'dya think about pineapples on pizza   ?   ❞   he’s NOT asking   ,   really   :   the decision was already made   ,   though he must confirm whether she is to be his newfangled FOE   ,   or not   ,   as he’s heard the aforementioned preference is one bound to stir absolutely uncalled for agitation in certain individuals   ,   much to the immortal's sinister curiosity   ,   ❝    MILKSHAKES are ALSO nice.    ❞   an outstandingly SUBTLE suggestion   ,   oliver   !   ❝    especially the soy blueberry ones.    ❞   moonlight hued strands curtain the dawn of his vision upon her form as he returns the damsel’s phone to her   ,   the devilry woven elegance of his poise rather tamer than before   ,   as if such could play into his hands and therefore galvanize hana to oh so generously treat him to a greater feast in comparison to the earlier proposed offer.

Lucid memories dredged up for the past forty-four years occasionally  i r k  Jaewoo with one of the few disadvantages of materialising as a ghost. Especially at times like this when he is summoned by yet another woman for a wish but this time, he finds himself at the toilets at the army base. The muffled sharp authoritarian yelling in the background and the scent of freshly scrubbed sinks jolts him with an ice-cold convulsion of flooding snapshots of the time he spent under the dictating regime of the army. Before he can delve into the nostalgic timeline where he was constantly bathed in sweat and his stiff muscles spasming in afflicted agony, the shriek of the girl who summoned him jerks him out of his reverie. “Wait!” he hastily attempts to stop her. “I’m not a perv! The toilet ghost legend is real, it’s me!” but his efforts are in vain and he is left perplexed with the thoughts of how someone from the base is easily chickened out. Are they growing softer on the recruits now?

Nonetheless, his wish-granting routine does typically consist of following after those who have summoned him for an unequivocal purpose ( at least ninety-seven percent of the time ). He does have a duty to fulfil to his best ability after all so he tentatively sneaks after the girl in hopes to persuade her that he is more than capable of granting wishes. Yet the military training has kicked in the girl since she has sprinted away from him at top speed and nowhere to be spotted. As soon as he is about to map out his exit, the faint anguished sobs of a girl nearby seizes his attention as goosebumps erupt over his skin. It’s chillingly reminiscent to hear the cries of someone breaking down when nobody is around but the deathly still air and the faded barked out orders set the illusion of another ghostly apparition causing a ruckus. Now morally obligated to find out whether it is another apparition or not, he cautiously tiptoes around the corner, grabbing a mop from the cleaning closet as he sources the noise.

Eventually, he glimpses the trembling girl who seems to be very much human and alive. Grimacing in sympathy, he can already guess that she must have endured some form of hazing judging by the intensity of her tears. “Psssst,” he hisses out to nab her attention as he slowly approaches her with the mop which he utilises to use the end of the stick to nudge her aggravated hands from her hair. “I know it’s a stupid question but… are you okay? Let me guess. You got yelled at.” clicking his fingers in front of her face now, he narrows his eyes. “Hey, look at me. You’re forgetting to  b r e a t h e. Take a deep breath in. Let’s do it together! In!” with an exaggerated inhale, he squints at her to make sure she is following along. For an extra measure. he pokes her arm with the mop again. “Exhale!”

pure sobs wracked her tiny frame ----- it wasn’t even the shouting which had set her off, it was the vivid images of war that she had seen. the innocent lives been taken so cruelly in front of her. every single person who had passed under her watchful eye, ones that she was SUPPOSED to save now haunted her mind & even though she knew she couldn’t continue to blame herself; she did. she couldn’t help it. after helping overwatch with some issue regarding blackwatch, she had once again failed her comrade resulting in him getting injured due to one slip up of a mistake. small fists gripped making nails dig into her palms causing blood to draw & knuckles turn as white as sheets. the anger within her bubbling and needing to be released somehow and as her body trembled, she couldn’t stop blaming herself over and over again. the voices in her head getting stronger and she was about to lose it until ------

the feeling of wood against her hand had her jolting up slightly before she noticed the male. if she wasn’t in such a panicked state, she would have screamed & part of her did feel a little intimidated that a male was in the girls locker room of all places. especially since she had locked it when she came in. ‘ h-how did you get in here? ’ breathing jagged, voice timid as tear filled eyes stared at him with blurred vision. was he one of the soldiers on the men’s side? if so, she had never seen him before. the pains in her chest were much to intense though as she placed a hand against her heart and tried to control it only to follow his over exaggerated breathing exercises. taking in a deep breath with her nose, she shakily exhaled only to pull away when she felt him poke her again with the mop but it did make her smile a little. 

      ❛    well,  you  see…    ❜      how  can  he  avow  such  things  when  dolor  washes  over  him  and  his  vision  is  blurry  with  the  tears  ?  no  matter  how  hard  he  will  endeavor,  this  despondency  will  prevail  for  it  is  much  more  forcible  than  any  type  of  will  he  possesses  to  heal  himself  and  move  forwards.  no  solutions  to  be  found  and  no  notions  to  accept  into  the  psyche  ;  solely  anguish  resides  within  his  body  and  elijah  finds  himself  immensely  hapless  as  he  sobs  at  her  couch.      ❛    he–  does.  not  only  does  he  think  i  slept  with  him,  which  i  explained  to  him  that  it’s  nowhere  near  what  happened,  he  claimed  that  i  broke  his  trust  by  lying  to  him.    ❜

      an  embittered  chortle  leaves  his  lips,  as  he  looks  down  at  his  lap.  the  fact  that  hana  was  sympathizing  with  him  and  the  tears  appeared  in  her  eyes  accordingly  only  causes  the  heaviness  in  his  heart  to  amplify  furthermore.  he’s  lost,  inadequate  of  pondering  of  anything  but  how  incredibly  disconsolate  this  sensation  in  the  middle  of  his  chest  is.      ❛    and  if  he  really  was  scared  of  losing  me…  he  wouldn’t  have  told  me  that  he  doesn’t  want  to  see  me  –  he  wouldn’t  leave.    ❜      a  leaden  exhale  heaves  of  his  lips,  and  he  sinks  into  the  couch  without  any  solace.      ❛    what  happened  is  that  he  wouldn’t  stop  sending  me  stuff  for  weeks  –  gifts,  flowers…  i  got  sick  of  it,  no  matter  how  many  times  i  told  him  to  leave  me  alone  he  didn’t  –  so  i  went  to  confront  him,  but  he  got  so  sad  and  broke  down  and  i  just…  even  if  someone’s  a  terrible  person  they  still  deserve  respect  so  i  just…  tried  to  help  him  and  demand  of  him  to  never  contact  me  again  after  this,  a  closure  –  we  never  had  a  closure,  you  know  ?  but  to  kiwoo  that’s  –  like  cheating  on  him.  and  i’d–  hana,    ❜      he  looks  at  her  with  desperation  in  his  eyes,  as  if  imploring  her  to  confide  in  him.      ❛    i  would  never  cheat  on  him.    ❜

      ❛    but  well,  now  he’s  left.  and  i  don’t  know  what  to  do…    ❜

there was an uneasy feeling forming in her stomach -- all she wanted to do was stop the tears from flowing, she hated seeing him in this state but she knew nothing she would say would be able to help him. all she could really do was be there for him physically. she reached for the glass of water and gestured for him to take another sip as the amount he was crying would definitely have him dehydrated and she didn’t want him feeling ill on top of it all. she didn’t know kiwoo, she didn’t know how he would be feeling at this moment but elijah was her best friend and no matter what she would be there for him. ‘ i can’t speak for him, eli... ’ she began as she kept her arm around his shoulders and rubbed his arm gently with her other hand as she rested her cheek against his shoulder. ‘ but there sounds like there’s something more going on in his mind. has he been cheated on before? ’ she asked quietly but when she heard his tone and saw the desperation in his eyes, she smiled sadly and brushed his hair out of his face. ‘ i know you would never cheat. of course you wouldn’t. you don’t have a bad bone in your body. ’

Minjae often left their gate unlocked. It had been a habit of his, not necessarily an awful one, but one that had gotten mentioned at the breakfast table often enough. Sometimes it had slipped his mind, but he had reasonable and one might even say well meaning intentions for doing so. It was much easier slipping out for his nightly expeditions when he didn’t need to fiddle with the lock, and he’d opened his home to his friends–making it well known the hour did not matter to him and his couch and spare room would be ready–so he never really knew when one might stop by. Still, it came as a surprise when he heard the soft knock against the wood door, almost startling him as he looked up from his phone. It had been a good thing he was sprawled out on that floral patterned couch in their living room, for he may not have heard such a soft sound elsewhere. Curiously, he shuffled his way over and poked his head out, and his eyes grew wide at the sight of who stood on the other side. “Hana?” It took a moment for his gaze to adjust to the dim lighting of his porch lamp, but as he began to notice the discoloured spots visible on her skin that hadn’t been wound in bandages, and that she had been shivering–no, shaking–they grew even wider in alarm. “Hana, are you okay? W-what happened?” Too many questions, and not quite the best place to answer them, he realized this quickly and pulled the door open wider for him to step forward and wrap an arm behind her, guiding her inside before shutting it behind them. “Come here, c-come…come sit down okay? I’ll uh- do you need me to get you anything? A-are you cold? Do you want a blanket? S-something to drink?”

the panic in his eyes was evident and while she tried to focus slightly, she found herself unable to do so -- body trembling. shaking her head when he asked if she was okay, she was almost overwhelmed with the amount of questions as she brought a hand up to her head and winced. she didn’t feel well at all but that could perhaps be the amount of drugs that had been pumped into her through a cannula in her hand. as he guided her inside, she gently staggered inside, her hand against the wall to keep herself steady and eyes focused on the ground as she tried not to cry. but she wasn’t even sure if she had anymore tears left within her. 

boknam  is  quick  to  go  open  the  door  once  he  hears  the  ring  bell  ,  given  the  hour  it  was  pretty  obvious  that  it  was  none  other  than  minhwan  and  hana  .  normally  boknam  wouldn’t  let  a  stranger  stay  at  his  place  no  matter  how  big  his  house  was  or  how  much  the  other  would  need  it  ,  but  hana  was  different  since  she  was  his  best  friend’s  sister  .  “  hey  ,  i  was  waiting  for  you  both  .  ”  a  smile  appears  on  his  face  and  briefly  looks  hana  over  the  other  male’s  shoulder  .  “  please  ,  come  in  .  ”  moving  to  the  side  he  lets  enough  space  for  the  other  to  enter  .

And that was perhaps one of his biggest faults, his biggest weakness in a life that didn’t really allow for there to be any, if he wanted to see another sunrise: he cared. Strangely and definitely at inopportune times, he cared, enough that his gaze was almost instantly pulled to the strict hold onto the female’s wrist, the way he can almost see the man’s nails disappear into her skin with the force of someone who either didn’t care whether he harmed or not, or simply thought himself on the right side of history, and therefore justified in any fingerprint he may leave on her.

Taemin believes in neither of the two options, nor does he particularly enjoy the tone of his voice or the look in his eyes, but before he can lock gazes with the female again, recognise her perhaps as more than just another spoiled extravagant maiden of today’s nobility, but a voice within him kept him from seeking her gaze for too long. Think of it, perhaps, as the realisation that if he saw only a fliver of a call for help in those dark brown pools, nothing would have stopped him from ripping her wrist from under that grasp.

So he’d turned away and continued with the rest of his shift, gnawing on his bottom lip and on images of her, alternating: first the snobbish high-class broad speaking to him as if he’d been less than something stuck under her heel, then her sudden retreat into herself and the tight hold the socialite seemed to have not only on her body but on her spirit as well. It was difficult to get through the night like that, with the guilt of not having looked a second time mixing so harshly with the other part of his brain that kept telling him he’d read too much into the situation, and only seen what his helper heart would have seen everywhere.

It’s only when the very same female who had been occupying his thoughts basically runs into and then past him, that his mind finally ends the fight and decides the winner. There had been something in her fast step, her lowered gaze, that reminded him too eerily of the posture of someone who didn’t want something on their face to be seen.

And that usually meant tears.

He was opening the door to the bathrooms before he even had the time to stop and consider what he was doing. Even faster were his movements when they’d recognised a suspicious glint in the female’s palms, the light reflecting off the mirror and into her hands, before he was close enough to see the object itself. And the tears.

He hadn’t meant to do it. He’d meant to ask if she was alright, to make up for the earlier view he’d turned his back on, no matter how she’d treated him before. But the body sometimes acted faster than the mind and before he could remember his intentions, he’d wrapped his arms around the woman and turned her around, his hand gripping hers firmly, wrapping itself around the clutch she had around the blade. Stepping forward, he practically pressed her against the sink, eyes open wide, panicked, frowning all the same.

And he says the first thing he can think of.

“If it’s because of him, it isn’t worth it.”

there was little hope left in this world, she didn’t want to be around anymore living with a man who belittled her and a family who just wanted to sell her for money. she couldn’t cope with the pompous attitudes anymore and treating the working class like they were dirt when in reality it was them. they were the dirt, they were the ones who looked down on people and judged and she hated what she had become. the snobbery was disgusting and the way she had treat that waiter before when he had just tried to be kind made her feel so angry with herself. shaking her head, she couldn’t believe she was so horrible.

without even hearing anybody come in, she was about to do it -- to end this horrific life she called her own but before she could even comprehend what was happening, he had his arms wrapped around her making her jump out of her skin as eyes widened in horror that somebody had caught her in such a sinful act and before she could say anything, she was forcefully turned around in his arms. looking at him, she was met with those same eyes that she had looked into earlier and her own tear stained features, swollen eyes merely froze in pure fear that she had been caught. as he stepped forward, she felt the small of her back press painfully against the sink and she winced slightly.

his words made her wince and she knew he had seen how her husband to be had treat her. how much it made her own blood boil but she didn’t know what else to say. the knife dropped to the ground with a clatter then moment his grip had tightened around her wrist and she felt angry that he had stopped her. she could have been free right now if he hadn’t have stopped her but now she was busy staring at him and trying to figure out how she was going to explain herself.

‘ you don’t know anything about me! ’

the reply was harsh at first but as she kept looking into his eyes and she saw how much care and attention was in them, she buckled slightly and shook her head before the tears began streaming down her face and she stopped the resistance against him. stopped trying to take her hand out of his grasp as she allowed her wrist to lay limp and her body to pretty much flop against his own. she didn’t want to be poised anymore. she didn’t want to wear all this fancy clothing -- she wanted to rip it all off. to rip the jewels out of her ears and her hair, the necklace off of her neck and stupid rings. ‘ i don’t want to be with him anymore... i don’t want to live this horrible pompous lifestyle. i-i... ’

“If you were to choose bread, you could have an anything sandwich! Endless possibilities” says Rika, eyes twinkling, “Although I suppose I might get bored awfully quick if I ate nothing but sandwiches. I think I could live off baked goods quite happily though. Freshly baked bread is wonderful!” But she stops herself short before she gets too carried away; being the girl who rambles about bread is not her life’s goal. “I guess I can’t really imagine corn as anything but…corn!” she says, shaking her head, “Or soup, I suppose? Popcorn? You get corn chips too, right? Oh!” The confusion is written clear across her face! “Maybe you have a point after all!”

“   oh   well   actually   ———   ”   the   doctor   lifts   one   of   the   crates   from   the   tardis   &   picks   out   a   box   labelled   ‘   v   -   w   ’   .   &   there   it   is   ;   a   bright   pink   worm   on   a   string   .   he   grins   ,  waving   it   around   madly   .   “   there   you   go   !!   ”

“I used to party a lot more. But eventually I got tired of running around Tokyo and Seoul just to get into clubs owned by famous people.” Aiko admitted, looking just as confident as always. She had been a real party animal in her teen years. But after that she had preferred focusing on her career as an model. Later on Aiko got annoyed at doing just modeling and got herself more experience in clothing, hair styling and make up.  “And now staying at home and opening a wine bottle or two sounds more appealing to me. It’s fun with my man and friends. This way I don’t have to tolerate strangers spilling drink on my skirt and such.”