out of my way

“foxes mind their own damn business, but you can keep on calling yourself that, owlie,” he responds. “and i thought i already made it clear i don’t want my phone screen to crack? why on earth would i want to take a picture of you if i’m at risk of wasting hundreds of dollars on a new one just because of your rotten face? stop praising yourself so much. it’s sad seeing you put yourself on a pedestal to make me feel stupid.”

“speaking of stupid, you’re also here for dolls too, kid,” he rolls his eyes, bringing out one hand to show the dolls right in front of her. “what i use them for is none of your business. you don’t see me making assumptions about you while you’re looking at these.” 

each jab the other tried throwing at her jisoo successfully ignored it. she was the epitome of ignorance and taehyung obviously saw that. did that bother her? of course not, or else the title wouldn’t even be hers. she let go of her bag to cross her arms in front of her chest. the girl had already gotten tired of rolling her eyes. impressive how excessive things were with him.

“and owls do what? go to the club every night?” in her eyes, the boy was the one causing intrigue. had she started it? yes - and he continued it. they were like children who bickered just for the sake of bickering, and while taehyung tried putting himself in a high pedestal he had been attacking her just as much as she did it to him ( and maybe even a bit more ). “yeah, but they’re kickass dolls.” her eyebrows furrowed closed together as if the answer was obvious.

he thinks that he deserves more than having this much trouble.

at least, he’s gotten good enough at reading others and their expressions, their gestures but jisoo’s always been like an open book – to him, he has no idea how it is for others but it’s not like he cares much about that. knowing that he’s probably annoying the girl does manage to give him some sort of comfort. only for a few moments, though. “you should always use the angry face in that case,” he snarls, although, it comes out a little more sulkingly. like she’s offended him or something.

maybe, she did. a little.

he tries to jab her into the side, to make her uncomfortable in some kind of way as revenge. “i never said that i’m good with these things.” and jisoo never said she’s good with teaching him those. but, maybe, always asking her for explanations is because of the underlying reason of wanting to see her and spend some time with her. baekhyun wouldn’t know how else he’d get her to be with him. “how am i supposed to know? i haven’t even experienced most of the emotions those faces have?”

four years is not enough time to be a full-fledged human and it frustrates baekhyun even more, body slumping over the tabletop so he can lean his head on his arms, piercing eyes sticking to jisoo in something close to expectation. “so, how are you going to cheer me up?”

while it sounded like he was trying to mock her, jisoo did use the angry face emoji more often than most. the creepy red goblin entered her top ones as well, even if it wasn’t one of her favorites. “that’s true.” her shoulders raised in a shrug and her face couldn’t look less bothered. even if jisoo was well invested in the conversation, having her cellphone in hands made her eyes only focus on that. it normally ended with baekhyun whining for attention, but before he could do any of that the girl was already opening their digital conversation.

the jab didn’t really bother her, and all the other really got out of it was an annoyed grunt. her facial expression only changed for a second, too, which would probably make a lot of people disappointed. had it been someone who she despised ( which was something more common than it probably should be ) then jisoo wouldn’t have hesitated on hitting them back at full strength.

she placed a hand on her chest as if she couldn’t have been more offended. “wait. you mean you’ve never felt like a grinning cat face before?” wow. if only his next sentence hadn’t been ten times more unbelievable. “cheer you up? i didn’t know i had to do that.” and so she grinned like a cat. her fingers had already started typing her message and it was weirdly colorful. why should it be her responsibility to make him happy after being the one attacking? “do i need to buy you ice cream or something?” and so her finger pressed send.

〔 ✉  ⇒  braethyun 〕

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unfortunately she didn’t get the final kill that she had wanted, her warhammer returns back to her like a boomerang. “maybe you didn’t see but i was perfectly capable of handling my own back there, thank you very much.” what was her problem? there were plenty of monsters to go around and she didn’t need any help from someone else. sejeong just tries to hold down her frustration to refrain from lashing out of bitterness. “next time, don’t steal my kills.” she straightens up, one finger fixing up her bangs, cleaning off the last bit of sweat from her forehead.

while in attempt to take out her flip phone, sejeong’s fingers fumble to touch the letter that was given to her by the government prior, one that she had almost forgotten about. she wouldn’t think twice to care about what the note said due to it being slightly suspicious to her but… it wouldn’t hurt to talk about it. but with her? she exhaled, stepping towards the girl with arms crossed in front of her chest extending her arm to show her letter that was folded into a square. “two questions. who are you? and two… you didn’t happen to get a letter earlier too did you? because since you’re standing here right now, i wanted to talk about it. assuming every hero has one.”

the other gets a hit on the monster, and even if it wasn’t enough to kill it jisoo got upset she even had the guts to interfere after being made fun of. it only took another strong hit from herself for the monster to crumble to the ground. she stared at her wrist to wait for the points to update. smile up. the challenge had barely started and her score was already pretty good. the c-level monster she had managed to beat not too long ago certainly helped things out.

“next time kill them first, then.” jisoo let the heavy part of warhammer to rest on the ground, placing a foot on top of it to be in a pose of superiority. her green eyes blinked at the purple-themed female, watching as she walked closer. the older could only huff at the question. who was she? “what kind of question is that? i’m rile - or just am right now.” because if the other didn’t know her real name then she’d be at an advantage. “don’t bother with introducing yourself. i ain’t got time to waste with you or your brothers.”

it’s the same case for the angelic layer dolls, though this one came with a history. when he was younger, he was an avid collector of the dolls, owning more than the kids at school thought he would own. of course, he didn’t let anyone else besides his family know about this little secret of his that he’s kept until he went into high school. they’d make fun of him! his reputation would be ruined! he couldn’t risk that just because of the fact that he thought these dolls looked a little cool. 

but even so, he keeps them still. he even has them in his closet that he refused to let anyone in. soonshim could bite them and ruin their value while his other two brothers would make fun of him for still keeping and collecting such dolls at 20 years old. the only excuses he has to that is that they keep good memories and, of course, they looked visually pleasing to his eye. they always did, so it made sense. 

so he walks in the mall again, observing the dolls closely. he tries to hold back in his excitement as he stares up at them, wanting to make it look like he was going to get some for a little cousin that didn’t exist. the longer he stares at it, the more he can imagine each doll in his closet looking as pristine as ever. but he stops looking as he looks down at a girl who he knew all too well. he wish he didn’t, though. it was surprising to see her here, but that wasn’t the point. the point was he needed to put this annoying brat in her place. 

“i wasn’t looking at your owl face, you brat,” he replies with an annoyed look on his face. “i’d rather take a picture of a fucking troll than take a picture of you. i don’t want my phone screen to crack, thank you very much.” 

a rookie and a special class walk into a store. there will probably be punches if someone crosses the line ( all puns intended ).

if jisoo sometimes even got to disrespect her own father then who was the random fool ricky to compare? she’d probably say he hated him, but she used that word so often that it started to lose meaning. her hand pulled warhammer closer, the main move for anyone who was bumped outside of their house. of course, she knew the other wasn’t there to steal her, but every minimal detail mattered, and she wanted him to know how much unwanted he was in the area.

he thinks, it’s kind of embarrassing.

eyebrows draw together into an annoyed frown as he continues to stare down at the screen of his cellphone, messaging app ready and the small function that allowed him to use ‘emojis’ opened up as well. there are just so many and it’s giving him a headache, baekhyun tired from the constant confusion over things like these, over the science behind his cellphone. he should be able to get it, should be able to understand it – in the past, he’s been a monster. he’s been a figure in the shadows everyone feared, everyone tried to avoid to no avail. but now, he’s getting pissed about a tiny little device with countless little faces that display too many different emotions. baekhyun hasn’t even felt half of those emotions, like, ever.

“what the fuck is water polo?” he asks, eyes flickering away from the message he’s been writing. or trying to. a groan escapes him, the only appropriate way to release some of his anger. “why even are there so many of those things? there’s happy and unhappy. i don’t need hundred other ways to say that,” baekhyun almost whines in frustration as he drops simply drops the phone. “i hope you know that you suck at explaining those things.”

her middle finger pressed against the space between her eyebrows, not wanting to get permanent marks out of pure disappointment. with each day that passed, it seemed like baekhyun discovered something else he didn’t know about. somehow, jisoo was there to listen about it with his incredibly nice words. in some way, it reflected her own thoughts as well. what the fuck is water polo? it echoed inside her head. she couldn’t help but let a sigh escape from her lips. the frustration bottled inside had to leave somehow.

“it’s like people playing handball but in water.” she set her hand free once again, hiding it under an arm as she crossed them over her chest. “what about angry? i’d use a lot of those right now.” a thought about sending him a message filled with emojis came to mind, but she had just gotten her hands cozy and there was no way jisoo was dropping comfort for baekhyun. “or the disappointment face!” she opened her mouth in a sarcastic happy smile. it always took time for coffee to have an effect, but tiredness was a constant. “it’s like showing your expressions through text, but using round, yellow faces with void eyes.”

today was really no different, holding her hammer with the back of her hand with her eyes locked on the enemy. sejeong ties her hair up in a high ponytail and adjusted her bangs just to make sure she could see properly before she decided to run towards the enemy during the right time. she disappears from her own hideout in order to stand behind the monster she’s targeting, rushing towards it with the intention of killing it.

there was one blow after another and another, the son of the bitch wouldn’t just go down with just one or two strikes but she wasn’t going to give up. it was being worn out, she’s sweating like crazy from the rush but at least there was some damage being done to the thing. she dropped to one knee, as if the monster looked farther away but she wouldn’t falter, rolling her shoulder in order to keep the tension away before pulling herself up again. “alright- this one should do the trick…” she says before attempting to finish it off but she was caught off guard for a moment, seeing another shadow coming from behind her and her eyes felt as if they were burning from surprise. but now she felt sort of angry, annoyed that this girl could be so greedy right now.

“excuse me. who the hell are you? isn’t it rude to steal someone else’s kill?” she confronts the other with a familiar coldness in her tone.

with each step that moved her forward it also brought an energy up her bones that kept her moving in a constant growing speed. it almost felt like it all came from the rocks her boots dared to crush under her feet, but the destructive feelings inside of her probably had a big part in the process.

her posture was bad, which meant it was perfect. her back was kept straight but bent down to give her more speed. the warhammer was held back to help with the air dynamics until she reached the spot for a swing. jisoo wasn’t necessarily strong, and she wasn’t much of a strategy person, but the skill within her had always been there. she knew the base she needed to know to be effective. with all the strength she carried the weapon was brought forward, hitting the big monster from below.

Hyunsoo was, for all intents and purposes, paranoid. When a human had seen as much as he had in his short lifetime, it seemed only natural for him to constantly look over his shoulder. Monsters lurked in every corner. Aliens wore the skin of people to blend in with human society, but he could see through them. They passed him on the street and sent a recognizable chill down his spine. He could sense it ㅡ when something was not quite right.

The girl following him gave him that chill. It was a sensation that was undeniable; more than the feeling of being tracked like some sort of prey. The cautious human tightened lithe fingers around the strap of his school bag as he weaved himself into the large crowd of commuters in an attempt to throw her off. A thrumming in his head as his heart beat faster and faster prompted him to clench his teeth. He had definitely seen her before. She had the same determined, watchful look in her eyes.

Did she know he knew? Did the council of Reptilian elders decide to send a skilled huntress after him to silence the human trying to spread knowledge about their existence?

Although Hyunsoo was shy, unassuming in demeanor, he knew the only way to stop the game of cat and mouse was confrontation. Perhaps if he said something to her in public, she would know he caught on. The thought alone made his chest throb in agony. His personal safety was on the line, and he was not one to wait around until he was abducted to be interrogated by a highly intelligent alien species.

He swiveled on his heel and made a b-line for the girl, expression wracked with confusion. “I thought I told you to stop following me.” It was a lie, of course, but the several heads turning their way could at least ensure a modicum of security.

investigation was in no way her forte. jisoo was the kind to snap her bag and start throwing swings at anything that acted funny - but the thing was humans liked acting funny too. after signing the contract, heroes lost their power to detect other magical beings, and for her not to mistake an awkward human who couldn’t properly use a vending machine as a serial killer card was a harder task than it sounded like.

she’d normally cry about how all that boring work was something the harmony team was supposed to take care of, but being on the rookie team forced her to do everything at least once for the pleasure of learning. at least finding someone weird to observe wasn’t too hard to do.

the boy had attentive eyes himself, and it only helped her case. if he had to keep his eyes out then he certainly had something to hide. she once sat on the other side of a small cafe, pretending to have a useless conversation with a friend when in reality she was observing his every move. one other time jisoo had to just stand there and watch him restock on toilet paper. if she had ever hated the job that moment had certainly made her rethink her choices. finding him on the streets that very day, though, was nothing more than a lucky coincidence.

jisoo was on her way to teach someone how to use emojis but decided following her prey would be much more productive (and fun). the streets were packed, so she doubted he’d actually notice. her feets slowly came closer, not wanting to lose him in that sea of useless people. it was hard to spot her blinking, not wanting to miss a single suspicious movement. as it was used to, her right hand kept holding onto the strap of her messenger bag, ready to transform whenever the time was right. all she needed was a sign. all she needed was a movement. all she needed was something.

he turned around and she thought about just keep on moving - but he didn’t let her. what was once the big cat following its prey, observing its pattern, and waiting for the best moment to attack, quickly became an ambush. he stood taller than her, forcing her eyes to look up. as faces started turning around to look at the situation her mind was quickly filled with different options. she could simply call him crazy and keep walking as if he had mistaken himself, but that’d probably make her lose sight of him and ruin any other opportunity to keep observing him in the future. she could just transform and start throwing punches, but if she were to be wrong it’d just end badly for everyone involved.