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There aren’t words worth saying, not anything that will change the course of things–or his destiny, it’s barely a spare thought, so Mark sits there, and looks at Sejeong when she’s looking at another direction, watches her talk and listen to her voice– small things that aren’t really intentional. He thinks he’s good at this, being good.

She has endeared himself to him, or that’s what Mark guesses, and sometimes it makes him uncomfortable, as if the amount of attention and sincerity should have been given to someone else more worthy. But she’s here and he’s not good at chasing people worth staying.

The song ends and he’s happy– but it doesn’t really show, it never shows. He nods, mockingly patronizing her non existent compliment. He cracks a soft smile before he takes the earphones and lets his eyes flicker back at her like it’s for sheet comfort– maybe it is, or maybe it’s a slowly growing guilt in the pit of his stomach that he can’t point out why. 

He bows like how dukes in movies do it “I’m always ready– Queen Sejeong the Great” he says and pushes himself from his seat. There’s a training room just beside them and he figures that it’s a vacant one because it’s past the training schedule. He walks towards the door room and stretches his arms, expecting the other to be following behind, music player and earphones in his hand (because he can’t live without it– on anything) 

“You barging in while I was bored was perfect timing– by the way” he says, as if it’s almost a thank you and he leads them to the training room. 

“I–” Taeyeon is offended, sort of. To think she needs to act on someone else’s behalf to warn a girl about the dangers of boys. “No! I’m telling you out of the goodness of my heart.” She huffs a little, shoving the bowl into Sejeong’s lap. 

Just like the adult she is. 

“Bad boys aren’t the ones you have to watch out for. Sure, they’re fun for a while, but most of the time you grow out of them or they grow out of it. Bad boys are just child’s play.” 

Which was true, at least in her experience. Taeyeon has had her share of ‘bad boys’ in her teen years, the ones who went around crashing clubs and dragging her into their cars for a bit of fun. The ones who smoke out the back alleys with her and only encouraged her terrible, terrible teenage ways. 

But, she grew out of it. 

Other things came before her bad boys and the appeal faded. 

“It’s the good ones. The ones who are all nice and fall in love with you and promise you everything. I’m speaking from experience here.” Bitter, bitter experience. With a long pause, Taeyeon pulls a pillow into her lap and hugs it close, chewing on her lip. How was she supposed to put this lightly? 

“My last boyfriend… he died.” Not a technical lie. Since that hopeful night of promises, Taeyeon hasn’t seen nor heard from him. “I mean, I’m assuming. He was so nice Sejeong. We really loved each other, but it’s hard to date and be a hero.” Not that she was. But his circumstances were as such. 

“You never know if you’re gonna make it to the next day. So really… I should say the last boy I kissed died and that’s why you shouldn’t date.” 

sejeong was used to people giving her advice but not much on anything such as love due to the fact that she never ends up listening. or that she never looks like she is but most times, she sort of does take all those words to heart. “nothing wrong with being open to all sorts of people, right? you’ll never know what you might in them.” 

listening to her words right now, she could say that she was being just a little careless... her brothers would say so but then again, they could have been with worse people. which is nothing but an assumption. boys will be boys. love can be considered tissues, which you use and throw away or the meaning of it could be much deeper than that. 

well she didn’t expect that, biting the bottom of her lip on instinct. she can guess that something like that could happen to a few people, losing the people you love but that didn’t mean that sejeong was used to hearing about it. she could already tell that taeyeon was going to give her advice from the start of when she arrived and she only had thought about listening. taeyeon had experience and she hadn’t but sejeong could learn by just watching and listening for now. 

“i understand something like that could pull you away from dating and snatching a boyfriend but how else are you going to be happy with someone if you never open your heart? well, again?” sejeong shrugs after that, not wanting to say anything more if it would eventually look like she was prying on taeyeon’s love life. what does she know about it? 

“i mean what you said can technically be true. the whole dating thing and being a hero? if the other was human, that is but it’s still a little hard to live normally.” with that, she manages to let out a sigh after the words escaped her lips. sejeong shoots her a look of sympathy that just says, “sorry about what happened to your last boyfriend” and feeling a little dejected but she tried not to let it show on her face. she leans her back towards the arm rest, her legs stretched and resting on top of the pillow. 

“they tell me that boys who promise you the world are also the risky ones, in their own way. i mean, they put everything on the line for you, even their life and a lot more. isn’t that stressful?”

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.

“well, i’m about to be this guy’s grim reaper!” with both hands she brought warhammer back down, hitting the monster against the ground. it still wasn’t done for, so she jumped back to regain strength for the next blow, smirk quickly growing at the sight of victory. “and - full offense - you looked like the prey here.”

she was beginning to get even more riled up since the girl had shown up and gotten in the way, but since they were facing a monster right in front of them, there was really no use in doing something about it at the moment. but sejeong wasn't going to let the girl have all the fun while she stands idly by, no way. maybe having herself get riled up had some uses as she gripped her warhammer tightly around her fingers with no hesitation when swinging the weapon towards the creature's upper body while his lower half was being attacked.

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.

@ccxsejeong

the competition was perfectly designed for her. they had to go out and beat monsters up as if that wasn’t the one thing that brought her joy. the fact they couldn’t just attack any monsters got up on her nerves, but she took the restriction with a forced smile. there should be enough troublemakers to get her score up.

it was good summer was starting to slip away so it wouldn’t be too hot to do outside activities, such as going for walks, or killing monsters with your magical hammer. after her classes were over, and she had done any other thing she was supposed to do, jisoo walked all around busan. she still kept her hair up to avoid unnecessary sweating, though once she transformed it would all fall back on her shoulders anyway.

the noise of destruction was one she knew particularly well, and as soon as it reached her ears it brought a smirk to her face. the hero held onto the strap of her bag as she ran towards the source of the sound, hoping it’d be a monster and not just some stupid car accident or something. it didn’t take too long for the strap to be ripped apart, and with a beam of light, her clothes quickly changed from the casual look to her magical uniform. her black hair turned a shade darker and fell on her shoulders, just as expected. “get out of my way! it’s mine!” with ungloved hands jisoo held onto her warhammer, eyes burning at the sight of a familiar weapon. she needed to beat something up, and if sejeong wouldn’t let it be the monster than the girl would take the beating.

destroying monsters became part of her daily routine since becoming this way and she wasn’t completely opposed to it if that meant that she could take out all her frustration out on them and swinging her hammer in hopes that it strikes their vital spots. it felt satisfying with every monster she defeated with her weapon and knowing she had managed to completely stay alive after. she really thought she was getting stronger with every chance she had gotten, honestly. 

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.

@ccxsejeong

It was a horribly impulsive decision, one that had Youngmin’s heart sweating as soon as the weight of his hammer was in his hands and his knees touched the sunlight. Nothing was more embarrassing than standing there under the weight of his weapon and knowing he had no idea what he was doing beyond that. But there was another hero, and there was a familiar, and Youngmin was under an obligation to help; his sense of doing the right thing and aiding someone else would never let him walk away. His eyes flickered from the female hero, to the familiar that was coming towards her. The knots in his stomach twisted tighter when he dashed forward to get in between them.

Seconds later his hammer was knocked away from his grip, pain was radiating through his body and he was fumbling to get off the floor. Wide eyes, filled with panic and uncertainty, and he was looking at his weapon out of range. There were grazes on his knees already, on his palms, and he didn’t want to think of the bruises – but Youngmin was good at biting away his own pain. His eyes darting to the girl and the familiar that was reeling from the sudden approach of Youngmin. “Are you okay? I.. I-I.. I’m here to help!” He speaks to the girl, his steps inching him back towards his weapon and wondering why he wasn’t blessed with a shield instead. The sweat on his heart increasing as his hand went for his hammer and looked back at the other hero. “I can help.”

Youngmin ignores how that sounds like a lie.

she didn’t have a problem running along with a battle partner in order to destroy another monster that ran loose in the city, she considered herself to be a recent team player for that. but that would come with the responsibility of making sure your partner was okay along with yourself and sejeong didn’t want to be partly responsible for any extensive injury. while chasing a familiar, they were much stronger than an average card or at least that was what she thought and they have been chasing this bastard for several minutes, trying to get a good strike in to defeat it. 

sejeong didn’t know where he was but all she knew was that the thing was in front of her at a dangerous distance but she needed to have the courage to swing her hammer efficiently. she didn’t expect youngmin to get in front of them as she thought she had it in the bag. all he had to do was stay behind her unless they needed a change of course. unfortunately that didn’t happen, gosh... did he have to get in the way? there was really nothing she could do about it in a urgent situation such as this. 

the familiar was no longer in their sights as it continued to slip and sejeong needed time to straighten her own composure now. sejeong looks up at her partner while looking quite agitated and frustrated as she steps backwards to analyze him. “why’d you have to get in the way like that? it’ll be impossible to defeat the monster if both of us got injured.” was he trying to get in the way to protect her? if so, why would she need protection? did she look helpless? no way. in the end, it was youngmin who got hurt from that monster and she thought, does she have to lift the weight and protect both of them now? 

@ccsejeong

she looks down at the lunch in front of her, a smile tugging at her lips at the thought of it. the days of her mother packing her lunches and leaving cute notes inside the tin boxes are over, though it still holds a sort of nostalgia for a girl who can’t seem to let these things go. yeri packs her own lunch now, but she still does it carefully, attaches onto it a sense of pride that laces in between water bottles and bags of snacks and sandwiches.

and she always brings enough to share, even if it doesn’t make sense sometimes. more often than not there’s someone who will take it, and if ‘be prepared’ is the common hero motto, at least yeri has that covered in her lunches ( if it has to be present in some aspect of her life, this would be a good one, at least ).

“i brought strawberry pocky today!” a fan favorite, tested and tried multiple times by a girl who paid attention to these things. plus they’re her personal favorite, the pink color of the snack just an added bonus to something already sweet and sugary.

she holds the bag out to sejeong, tilting her head only slightly. “do you want one?”

post training always made her hungry, it was also the same for when she’s nearly finished with battling a card or some gigantic familiar that was headed her way. her body always needed the rest afterwards and food in her stomach before she could go even further just to maintain her own energy and strength after all. sejeong was older now, she couldn’t ask her mother to make her lunch anymore but it was a good thing that she can take care of herself and pack something; creatively she might add. 

one of her snacks just happened to be some steamed buns with chocolate filling, the outside decorated into what looks like it was a panda and already her mouth was watering like crazy. while she wasn’t the typical girl to share her own food, she could make a few exceptions to friends sometimes, splitting the buns in half for at least one person. sejeong found herself sitting next to yeri, one of her closest friends like she always does when a few heroes were in the same room, eating lunch together and all. she wasn’t going to be surprised when they both manage to share their sweet treats like they always do. 

It’s easy to slip back, rest, lean on the back of the chair and just stay there– no killing, no faking, no misunderstanding, no half conscious twenty year old hidden killer named Mark Tuan, no– wouldn’t everything be easier that way?

But that’s not a story worth binge watching for, nor is it Mark’s story; he doesn’t deserve a story. His fingers tap against the table, gazing back at her and maybe tracing the line of her jaw because she’s too up close. He weaves a soft sigh, for letting her do what she wants or maybe enjoying her company– he’s not sure, he’s not allowed to enjoy. 

“I’d kill anyone” 

He lets a soft, sweet laugh. “I would, I mean– I’ve killed a few” he assays, blunt, as dead as what the subject  is. “I’m kidding” the line’s out, he puts his music player down, forgets what is even played awhile ago,  he needs to breathe, he wants to close his eyes, but he thinks hope might find him if he glances for a second.

“Alright”

He swiftly takes the earphones again and places a bud on her ear, while the other on his. He starts playing the song again. 

“After I finish this song” he says, crosses his arms and closes his eyes. 

she wasn’t sure if whether or not that was a bit much or just something else. whether or not she could push it or leave it alone, but she does nothing, adjusting herself where she was sitting when she leans in. “that was definitely a bit much. but i see.” she tucks the loose strand of hair behind her ear. “but killing does come easy to a few people, though i guess that can’t be helped.” 

sejeong loved mysteries and mark definitely was a mystery but it still bothered her. they have been hanging out for how long and she doesn’t exactly know much about him. he was a different kind of hero, different from anyone she had trained with before, that was for sure. why was there a slight pang in her chest just now? hell no.

"fine.” she responds, adjusting the earphone in her ear. though she didn’t find herself paying attention to the song that was being blasted through her ears when her eyes were directed at mark. maybe someday, in the nearest future? or not at all. people always told her that being too curious was going to get her into trouble eventually but what do they know?

the song comes down to nothing as it slowly ends, taking off the earphone to place it in his hand. “that was an experience.” her words replacing ‘that song was pretty good’. 

occasionally he stepped out from behind his velvet curtain and entertained an audience, if there was a demand for it, and who was he to turn away an eager congregation? they wanted to hear him speak, and so he spoke - about his days in harvard, his advice for aspiring public servants who strove to attain his level of influence, his favorite foods, when he’s planning to have his wedding, and so on. all mundane questions, but he entertained himself by making up anecdotes, each more elaborate than the last. even without his powers of persuasion, he had the entire bookstore hanging onto his every word as he spun golden yarn, their mouths agape in concentration. the perfect flock. he leaves to an appreciative round of applause and, as he waits for his driver to pull up, indulges in a celebratory cigarette for a job well done. humans certainly knew how to indulge their sins and vices - he liked the taste of their transgressions on his tongue.

on his first exhale, his senses tingle anew - he’s been around long enough to recognize the presence of nearby magic. although he’s captured, force of habit kicks in. turning swiftly on his heel, he disregards his driver as long legs carry him towards the nearest cathedral in quick strides. the devil was known to appreciate irony - and he had a confession to make, after all, if the presence is who he believes it to be.

she’s a persistent one. most would find it aggravating - he thinks there’s a charm to it, like a fixated cat, however meddlesome she could be.

she whispers the magical words and along with her words came a cloud of dark smoke which surrounds her. she’s dressed in dark tones, her normal outfit strips away in replacement for her magical ones. it’d be difficult to run with the war hammer in her hands so she’s out with her hands free from it or at least until the time was right for her to strike. her eyes light up with determination and yet also getting distracted by her own imaginations again. 

glancing at the building, she wondered what he would be doing inside a bookstore. cards were interesting and heroes, humans were probably intriguing for them too. or just annoying. then again, he was the card of persuasion so she was thinking- maybe a lecture? but a lecture on what, exactly? questions and more questions that possibly won’t matter. there was no time to ask for an answer.

sejeong suspected that he knew who was waiting for him outside the bookstore before he took off running, her eyes followed him as he began to high tail out of her sight in strides. but sejeong wasn’t gonna let that slide, no way was she going to let him get away, not again and not today. she huffed, “not on my watch, son of a bitch-” she quickly runs after him, wherever he was going and it didn’t matter to her if he happens to lead her down another city even.

Normally, Taewoong wasn’t nearly strong enough to lift the average person, but the shorter female was much lighter than the rest of his siblings, even despite “her killer guns” as he lovingly called them. It still embarrassed him that his little sister had bigger, stronger arms than he did, but he was grateful that she wasn’t using them to absolutely clobber the living daylights out of him right then despite her protests. 

“It’s not that I want to embarrass you, you’re just easy to baby,” he laughed as she whined for the few blocks she let him continue with her over his shoulder before putting her down.

“Alright, alright, I confess I didn’t even say hi,” he realized as her feet were finally let down on the ground again. The older male looked at her with his usual ridiculous square grin before engulfing her in a tight hug.

 “Miss me, punk? How’s school going?”

He decided to start off easy as they walked towards the ice cream shop. Above all he wanted to ask if she was safe at home, if she’s been doing well and managing, that he was ready to smash their stepfather’s face in if he so much as layed a finger on her. But such topics were best discussed after their snack was already in their hands.

“Also, what flavor do you want—oh my god don’t take out your wallet, I’m paying for it!”

she wraps her arms tightly around her brother’s waste for a hug the moment both her feet were on the ground, even taking in his scent. she missed him, being able to spend with him like this was always nice since her brothers were always together and she’s off doing her own thing too.

“well, i’m not a baby anymore, okay? have you seen my strong arms? i’m sure you’ve thought about it, i’m growing fast.” and not like she was intimidating him or anything. "but you can still keep spoiling me on some days, i don't mind." she grins.

and what could she say about school? it was boring, as usual and she was still constantly studying during the weeknights… as usual. there was really nothing to say, honestly. she shrugs her shoulders and shook her head slowly after his question. “school was same old, same old. you know how studious i am, unlike you.” she responds as her feet walked towards the ice cream shop with him until they reached inside.

she couldn’t help but laugh, glancing down at her wallet that she just happened to pull out from her back pocket. “oh! sorry! i guess i got a little excited. i got paid last week but i guess you could pay, since you insisted on dragging me here.” sejeong took a minute to turn around, arms crossed as she gazed at the menu before glancing back at her brother. “hm. chocolate chip, why not? best flavor.”

“you get the ice cream, i’ll find us a table.” 

she flashes a close lipped smile before walking back to take a seat at one of the free tables near the window. she doesn’t think it’ll take too long at all, gazing at danny from across as several thoughts crossed her mind today. sejeong didn’t think whether or not she should discuss things with him or leave things how it is. today seems like a potential fun, enjoyable day and she absolutely didn’t want to ruin anything by talking about anything depressing.

“Okay, baby girl. Listen to me.” Taeyeon sighed. Rare nights like these usually only occurred with two of her most favorite girls. She liked to always try to put forward a presentable image, even in the middle of the night when she’s startled awake by bleeding heroes on her door step. 

She tries her best to wear appropriate pajamas– none of that lacey, frilly shit she would like to wear. It’s just not practical. 

But when she lets her guard down like this, it’s a treat. She can let herself relax, throw on a pair of shorts, some of those pretty little things they advertise in all those stores and dig out her rainy day skin care stuff, all of those sorts of fun things. 

“Sejeong, boys are bad news.” They also went through his at least once, every time a night like this came around. “Don’t deal with them.” Tucking her feet up under her, Taeyeon hogged the popcorn bowl in her lap, facing the other girl on the couch. 

“Last time I kissed a boy, I got pregnant and died. Just don't deal with boys, you hear me, sweetie?” 

@ccxsejeong

she doesn't know why she was spending her time here, but anywhere instead of home and it was kind of nice spending it with an older female. she had decent vocals, right? at least she'd like to think so but not like she's an idol like the girls she teaches, so not like it matters anyway. sejeong leans on the couch, attempting to make herself comfortable while resting her arm on top and leaning her body backwards.

ah geez, why were they having this conversation again? being flooded with a lecture about guys wasn't exactly new to her. why did it have to come up? she's suspicious. she should probably start talking rather than starting off into space.

"did someone tell you to come talk to me about this? do you know my brother?" she sighs because it must be what it was, or else she'd be pretty embarrassed. "and yeah yeah, i didn't think i'd be into bad boys but here i am." she was shocked herself, usually she's be wary of them instantly.

she was nineteen, she was getting older and sejeong knew she needed to be smarter. it was not like she wasn't not wary of boys, but maybe it would still turn out okay when she is able to figure things out on her own. why can't they let her figure it out for herself? still, sejeong appreciated the help. she raised her eyebrows at taeyeon's words as if she was caught off guard with little words to say in response. "oh really? do tell me more. i'd love to hear more of those boy stories." would taeyeon indulge her?

“no, stop, forget what i said.” woojin interrupted, before running his free hand down his face as he tried to collect his thoughts and piece them together. he was trying his best to be mean to her because he felt like that’s what she deserved, but all sejeong had to do was just act herself and woojin felt himself recoiling back. 

“look, if you need help, i’ll help you. whatever it is, i’ll do it.” why was he saying this? woojin, himself, doesn’t understand either. maybe in a way, he was trying to make up for what he couldn’t do way back when. like a sort of redemption. he doesn’t have any idea what sejeong’s been through in the span of time they’ve been apart. for all he knew, she could’ve done a lot. she really could’ve been in danger and he was just hiding away and living a seemingly normal life. in a way, he felt somewhat guilty. 

woojin dumbly nodded his head at what she’s just told him. he can’t explain the slight airy feeling in his chest either. “that’s… nice.” lame, very lame. woojin still had trouble with his words and found himself incapable of expressing the way he felt. it was bad, but in some cases, it was best to just say less. “challenges are fun.”

she sped up in her walking and woojin almost immediately followed, picking up the pace. her next words almost made him freeze in his steps, but he braced himself. “just a little uncomfortable.” man, woojin couldn’t believe that he’d actually be having this conversation right here and right now. he had expected it to be never.

“then tell me, sejeong. please. why did you let me go?” he made eye contact with her, eyes locking into hers. “i want so badly to hate you. i really should be angry with you. but i can’t for some reason so tell me why.” the frustration in his voice and irritation in his face seemed to melt away, but was replaced with a sort of desperation. 

woojin’s words were really something else, something that she has seen before but it was unexpected coming from the card that she had let go and released. it was as if she still had that certain level of control, except she was trying to do everything but. “that’s- nice of you to offer but you don’t owe me anything.” maybe it was because it was her choice? though she’ll admit, it was nice that she still sort of had his support or whatever this was. sejeong didn’t know how to explain it to him.

there was a bit of a smile, a small little curve at the corner of her lip for some reason to express her amusement. even after she had just captured him back then, it was difficult getting him to talk and communicate with her. it was a nice memory but the thought disappeared quick when he asked her too. of why she left and sejeong’s expression had a troubling one as her footsteps slowed.

they were really going to have this conversation now. she didn’t think he’d agree to talk to her about it so soon and in the pouring rain. if he ends up being mad at her for real, there was really nothing she could do, right? they had to talk eventually.

“i don’t know. maybe it was because i was afraid of being attached.” thinking on it for a few more minutes, did that make her selfish? sejeong didn’t exactly consider woojin’s feelings in the first place and now they are really having this conversation. her footsteps slowed, making time for her words to form, “we made a good team. we worked well together despite our arguments here and there but i thought about how strong our bond was growing. i guess i got nervous.”

she looks from the ground to his eyes, making contact with them. “don’t you think about it too, or is it just me? i just didn’t want any pain, nor did i want to see you in pain.” she sighs, “what if our bond became permanent? what then?” but somehow sejeong found herself laughing a little, how it seemed a little pathetic that she was potentially worrying about a situation that only comes up as a suspicion rather than the truth.