sweet serenade

          Peeling off his gloves, he gave a small glance up at the girl as she spoke – then he was all focused on getting his station set up at her friend admired the stencil in the mirror. “You never know – some people fall asleep in my char sometimes.” Which was worrisome sometimes, in fear they might have passed out – but it was better than the ones who squirmed throughout the whole thing. As the other plopped back in his chair, he prepped his machine as spoke. “In general, since I was eighteen – but tattooing on skin? Five years – give or take.”

when her body steps in towards his, arms wrapped around his midsection, he can’t help but copy the gesture. sure, they had done this many times before even as friends and skating partners, but there’s something different about this moment, particularly with what they had just confessed to each other and all. “yes,” he whispers before he just laughs. “i’m kidding. i got it,” he notes, pulling slightly away from her so that he could admire her.

taewon looks at her, unsure if she’s just teasing him at this point or not. and then she continues on, her words burning up his ear as he turns to look at her. “don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it,” he exclaims even though he hopes that she does mean them. gosh, she’s driving him crazy, he thinks to himself. why is his life so miserable and things have to happen that way?

“what do you mean?” he asks. while her words are true, it’s not because he didn’t want her before. well, it’s because he had been too chicken to own up to his feelings. “because i realize what i’ve lost and i want it back,” he whispers softly, unsure if she can even hear him at this point. the music is, after all, loud in the background.

“come back with me. please.”

merci’s tilts her head, wondering if he was really that dense. she takes a sip of her drink and almost chokes on the bittersweet liquid when the next words ring in her ear. he may have said it quietly but she heard it loud enough, her heart hammering against her chest. “w-what?” she stutters, completely caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone of voice.

she looks at him helplessly, having a mental war as to whether to follow her heart or her mind. the brunette knew she was going to regret her next move, her small hand reaching out for his larger one before pulling him closer. 

           PONDERING HER question, he had thought about quitting and pursuing his dream in writing. “i mean, it has it’s exciting moments,” riley said, being sent overseas for drills or co-joined training with another country. “then it’s has it dull and tedious moments,” he continued, the tedious training and paperwork that came with his rank. he wasn’t high in rank but there were a lot of EXPECTATIONS placed on him for being a respectable general’s son ( or one of them…he can only imagine the stress that desmond was under for being the eldest ). “but it all balances out somehow.” riley shrugged, “life has an odd way of doing so,” he commented, taking a glance at the street signs to see where they were.

           FROWNING AT his words, “depends, convince me with what you’re thinking of doing,” she said, moving to sit with her back against the mirror. “is it gonna be fun ??” she questioned. as much as she enjoyed teaching the male how to dance, she couldn’t spend the entire time teaching him to dance. they were supposed to HANG OUT…he wasn’t here for a dance lesson. “wanna catch a movie ??” she asked, moving to grab her phone from her phone so she could google what was playing in theatre right now, “or uhm…i don’t know…what do you feel like doing instead of dancing ?? a nap sounds good too,” she mused.

Siwi loved her job, truly. It was always a lifelong dream of hers to be a teacher. She wasn’t quite sure why that was, but it’d been her goal since she was a child. In the past few years she’d finally achieved it and it seemed as though her life were finally beginning to go the way she wanted it to and he couldn’t be more grateful for all the wonderful kids she was given to care for. She told this to every parent that came into her classroom. She gushed about how beautiful and wonderful each and every one of them were and that they were destined for great things. Each meeting went the same, with smiles and handshakes exchanged before shuffling to the next pair of parents. But as the stream of adults faded off and she began to tidy up her desk, a knock on the door startled her.

“Come in!” She hollered, slipping out from behind her desk as the other entered the room. “Are you a parent?”

He didn’t have to wait too long before he was called in. Pushing the door open, he makes his way inside before shutting the door behind him. His eyes fall on the undoubtedly beautiful woman before him, who he assumes is the teacher. Before it seems like he’s staring at her like an idiot, he clears his throat into his fist before walking closer towards her, albeit keeping a respectful distance. “Oh yes-- I’m actually Abel’s dad,” He informs her, a slight grin tugging at the ends of his lips. “Are you his teacher, Ms. Nimmanphuti?" Sebastian asks, though he already figured that she was. It’d been a while since he’d actually considered another woman so attractive ever since the loss of his fiance, and couldn’t help but wonder whether she was a part-time model-- the thought almost made him feel guilty. “I know he was scheduled for an earlier time, but I just got out of work. I apologize if you had to wait.”

ethan never had a second thought about beating the man up for what he did. he knew that it was his career that would be on the line, and if he wasn’t careful and hurt the other too much, then perhaps it would be his ass that got sued. however, as much as he disliked arabella, he couldn’t stand for seeing anyone do what the man did. it infuriated him. how could someone think that it was okay to do such a thing? granted, he supposed if the other was a stalker fan, perhaps that was all they dreamed to do.

he stared at her for a moment as the silence envelopes them. he didn’t really know what to say. there were no proper words to formulate since he was in some state of shock as well. seeing her so weak actually left him feeling hurt and sorry that he perhaps wasn’t the nicest that he could be. without another word, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “you’re okay,” he whispered, hand rubbing her arm gently. “i’m here.”

arabella was overwhelmed by the amount of emotions beating through her veins and washing over her. the last person she’d want to know of this was the one person who basically who saved her life and it made her feel uneasy. there was a small part of her that questioned whether he’d actually help her-- so when he did, the appreciation and relief that followed was tenfold. when she feels his arms around her frame, she couldn’t help but sink into his embrace. it was different than all the ones they had to share in front of a camera. she closes her eyes tightly, trying to hold back the tears, but there was no avail as they slipped past her lashes. she swore, she probably looked like a mess. they stayed there like that for a few moments, silence hanging over them. 

seraphina was shaking. she had never felt so utterly helpless, well, perhaps except at the moment when she had decided to leave him. that had been the worst moment in her life. this was probably the second worst with how it was playing out, she thought to herself. could things go any worse today? her daughter was already incredibly sick and now she was having to deal with all the bad things he was going to say to her.

she watched as he moved beside her, his arms suddenly coming around her. it was surprising, especially because she wasn’t expecting them. those arms that had held her so frequently in the past that she hadn’t felt in years. it only made her cry more. “do you really?” she whispered, voice barely sounding past her cries. more tears fell down her face as she looked at him, unable to even see him through her tear-filled eyes.

she sniffled some more as she wiped her eyes once again, her makeup likely a mess. not that she looked great from the hours that she had spent at the hospital. “do you … do you want to meet her then?” she asked, thinking that he had yet to actually see his daughter. at least not with just them. “your girlfriend though. i …” she swallowed thickly. she had completely forgotten that he had come with a girl today.

he hated the way his feelings betrayed him but the moment he wrapped his arms around the girl, like he’d done so many times in the past, he realized he didn’t care anymore. he squeezes her arm gently in reassurance, “i do, ser. i really do,” he whispers truthfully, his thumbs stroking over the endless tears that fell onto her cheeks.

when she offers to introduce him to his daughter, his breath gets caught in his throat. “i do,” he answers, ignoring the way the bundle of nerves in the pit of his stomach tightened at the thought of finally meeting the little girl as her father. his hands fall from her face at the mention of hyeri-- he’d completely forgotten about her. shit. “hyeri isn’t my girlfriend--- we’ve been seeing each other, but um.. it’s not actually official,” he explains awkwardly as he looks away from her, leaning back into his seat. 

—•·🔫 ❝You really don’t want me answering that question.❞ Daesung says, voice dead serious as he stared at her from over the rim of his mirrored glasses. He was really going to need to find someone else to watch over her. He had things to do- people to break- and he couldn’t do any of that with having to watch her. A breath was held before let out slowly in an attempt to calm himself. She was purposefully trying to irritate him, and he was aware of this. That knowledge however didn’t stop it from working.  ❝They are. They’re idiots and I fully intend to kill all of them.❞ Another dead serious remark, another thing he couldn’t do with him being on baby sitter duty.  ❝Sure. But if you leave my side, I will fucking handcuff you to me, are we clear?❞

minah is thankful that he agrees with her. “good,” she notes coolly, looking ahead as the other drives them in the direction of her apartment. “oh my gosh,” she exclaims, “how could you forget?” she scolds, shaking her head. “i’ll give you a massage and help you ice it, hm?” she raises an eyebrow at him and just shakes her head again. “what would you do without me? your loving girlfriend who takes such good care of you?” she asks with a laugh. “did you even practice today?” she looks at him, wondering how he could do so through the pain.