#⠀𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽⠀𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴⠀.

                             on   -   lookers    may    mistake    her    expression    for    annoyance,    but    nia    should    see    the    amusement    that    shines    through.    ❝    oh    my    god,    the    drama.    you    sure    you    meant    to    be    a    model    &    not    an    actress    ?    ❞    she    pushes    the    box    of    takeout    over,    ❝    if    you    wanted    me    to    share,    ask.    ❞

               blinks.     slow.     deliberate.     lets the silence stretch—like the moment demands a cinematic pause just to process the audacity.     then,   finally—“wow.     ask?     babe,   be so serious right now.”     leans in,   gaze locked,   plucks a bite without hesitation,   pops it into her mouth.     “because if i had food,   and you were sitting here,   suffering in tragic,   stomach-empty silence,   do you really think i’d make you ask?”     a beat.     blank stare.     then—“nuh-uh.     i’d just be a decent human being and share.”     chews.     swallows.     flicks her wrist like a queen granting mercy.     “but since you finally decided to do the bare minimum,   i guess i’ll forgive you.”     a casual shrug,   like it’s still up for debate.     but voice drops,   drops into something mock-thoughtful—“but here’s a crazy idea for the futurr:     i don’t know—you just…     think of me.     unprompted.     like a good bestie would.     maybe then i wouldn’t be so dramatic.     or,   you know,   you’d just know i’m dramatic and plan accordingly.”

it is never the right time to fuck with him, but even less so now, especially bringing up his car. "funny," the word is said almost like a murmur, his voice low and deep; there's nothing funny about this at all, "— i'm thinking the same thing looking at you now." it's not the time, it's not the night. hopefully, edgar catches the hint.

               “right,   ‘cause i’m sure you were this close to making a move,   huh?     shame.     would’ve loved to see you try.”

you  wouldn’t  start  a  fight  somewhere  so  public,  is  on  the  tip  of  jaeha’s  tongue,  but  the  truth  is  she  doesn’t  know  what  eddie  would  or  would  not  do.  not  anymore.  he  steps  aside,  arms  raised  in  surrender.  “be  my  guest.”  their  eyes  meet,  and  this  is  anything  but  a  white  flag.  “i  was  never  planning  on  getting  in  your  way.”

               hate’s the only thing left keeping jaeha close.     edgar knows it.     leans into it.     lets it do what it does best—fuel.     if hate’s all they’ve got?     then fine.     he’ll keep it burning.     will move.     not around jaeha—right through him.     didn’t need to,   could’ve grabbed the coffee without so much as a brush,   but edgar angles his shoulder just right,   with just enough force to make sure they feel it.     grip on the coffee tightens too,   knuckles pressing in,   denting the cardboard just slightly.     annoyed,   displeased.     wasn’t anything jaeha said.     wasn’t the way she held herself,   wasn’t her movements.     it was the eyes.     “—then maybe you should’ve thought about that three years ago.”

                             ❝    wasn't    even    around,    dipshit.    ❞    it's    called    over    her    shoulder,    attention    more    focused    on    fishing    her    keys    from    her    bag.    ❝    they    didn't    wanna    fuck    with    art,    huh    ?    gotta    give    ‘em    credit    where    it’s    due.    ❞

               a humorless huff of breath pushes past lips—barely a scoff,   barely even that.     head tilts,   slow,   measured;     watching the way she keeps her attention on her bag,   on her keys,   on anything but him.     figures.     nariza never have the fucking gut for it,   do they?     do the damage,   leave,   act like you don’t know a damn thing when it’s time to face it.     no backbone,   no shame—just a mess left for someone else to deal with.     “ohhhhh,   right,”     drawls out,   slow,   dry.     “guy goes from keying up plum’s whole damn car to busting out cutthroat’s taillights…     and then,   what?     gets to your side of the lot and has a sudden change of heart?”     lets that sit.     lets it stretch.     like he’s actually considering the possibility that the same guy who went to town on prowler cars just happened to go easy when he got to nariza’s.     (he’s not blind—just biased.     in his mind,   prowlers took the real loss here).     “unless that was the whole fucking point.     a window shattered here,   a cracked taillight there.     all just glass—easy fucking fix compared to repainting an entire car.   but still,   kinda makes it look even,   right?     keeps it from looking too obvious.”

she’s icy 🧊

BYEON WOO SEOK as RYU SEON JAE Lovely Runner 선재 업고 튀어 (2024) – Ep. 8