they escaped, your honour.

     “  positive  that  this  is  the  best  idea  .   you’ll  get  to  appreciate  the  art  more  when  it’s  just  you  and  there are  no  pretentious  people  nodding  and  going  hmmm  ”  she  places  a  hand  on  her  chin  as  she  strokes  her   imaginary  beard  ,  a  soft  hum  resonating  against  her  pursed  lips  .   “  even  though  they  don’t  really  get  the  story  behind  it  ”   she  continued  .  climbing  over  the  fence  was  a  walk  in  the  park  for  her  . though  her  limbs  may  be  short  ,  it  gave  no  hindrance  or  disadvantage  for  the  task   .  years  of  climbing  up  tress  with  her  brothers  proves  to  be  useful  after  all  .   “  don’t  be  too  dramatic  .  we’re  not  going  to  get  arrested  ”    she  rolls  her  eyes  and  was  about  to  advance  with  her  steps  but  stops  at  the  other’s  sudden  change  in  tone  .  “  what  ?  what  ?  ”  she  anxiously  asks  as  she  looks  around  .  “  oh   ,  i  am  ?  ”  she  looks  down  to  check  on  herself  .   “  what  is  this  ?  ”   she  asks  the  other  .  “  what  am  i  supposed  to  do  with  a  sticker  ?  ”  eyebrows  furrows  .  “  i’m  fine  . don’t  worry  about  it   ”  she  wipes  the  blood  off  on  her  shirt  .  “  see  ?  it’s  GONE  .  it’s  just  a  scratch  .  keep  your  sticker  .  put  it  on  your  notebook  or  something  instead .  now  ,  come’on  before  the  guard  wakes  up  ”  she  grabs  the  other  by  the  collar  of  his  shirt  and stealthily  pass  the  guard  .  “ i  wonder  if  we  can  still  a  small  painting  then  sell  it  .  we’re  already  here  .  what  do  you  think  ?  ”

izzy never wanted to be overbearing, knew that some people thought it that way but.. hyuk hadn’t exactly pushed him away or pulled back when he’d told him about his issues or his problems and needs. he’d been kind about it instead, and even now when he could easily be angry with the younger, or tell him to leave or just go back to his works instead.. he wasnt and that meant a lot to the other. it meant a lot to izzy to be given chances like this and attention instead of just being left alone. it felt good like that.

it feels even better to have their fingers linked happily too, the contact alone already calming his racing heart and difficult to control emotions as he settles into the affection. the embrace only fuels that feeling too as izzy all but latches onto the older man, burying his face against his shoulder for a minute before peeking back up at the kiss. the nickname alone does wonders to his mood too, eyes shining a little more lightly now. “you really t-think that?” he whispers gently, but there is a calmer feeling in him now. he’s still upset and his emotions are a little all over the place but.. knowing that he was getting what he wanted, and well, what he needed. it felt good. comforting, even.

izzy practically curls into his side then too as he’s led through the apartment, focus still just on hyuk and every point on contact. how warm and comfortable the embrace is as he just lets his heart settle a little, his mind too. he could still feel a few stray tears, but at least now he didn’t feel a second or two away from bursting. he can’t help giggling at the kisses either, leaning into hyuk more and beaming a little. he doesn’t stop from leaning up to kiss his cheek either, comfortable now with the way that mood had shifted, and hopefully izzy could help hyuk relax too. let him have a break and breath maybe away from his work instead. 

“later? i just want to be near you right now?“ the tea was a nice idea, but with how they were going right now he’d rather have the affection than anything else. tea wasn’t the most important thing to him when he could instead be happily curled up against hyuk.

with the overall shift in atmosphere, hyuk reckons he can behave less terribly than he has prior, and knowing that fact helps him to loosen up as well, although by a simple fraction. izzy seems to put more trust into him and ease into his side after given his reassurance, and he takes the additional smooch to his cheek as an obvious good sign; that he’s more relaxed, feeling less like a burden and more like a welcomed companion. the show of affection has his own cheeks glowing, although subtly, and he distracts his own growing embarrassment by looking away and pushing the door to his bedroom open. “alright, tea later-” 

ah. he’s forgotten something. and that something is the condition of his bedroom. he’s barely able to let out a proper exhale before he starts choking on his own saliva, only one foot inside of his room, instantly letting go of the younger and scrambling to cover up what practically looks like a whole crime scene. 

scattered cans of caffeinated drinks by his bedside table, by the work piles on his desk, clothes strewn over edges of his bed, duvet unfolded, ties all too carelessly sprawled on the ground (how did they get there?!), drawers open and overflowing with miscellaneous items - it’s an absolute mess. “i- give me a second,” he scoops up the items of clothing off his mattress and quickly disposes them in his laundry hamper, tips of his ears hot.

you see, when hyuk gets himself into the working zone - especially when he’s alone, no child under his roof - he fixates solely on work, and barely heeds to.... anything else. with izzy turning up his house at such short notice - he forgets about this fact and evidently has no time to clean up and save his reputation. he cleans up the cans quickly, tossing them into the bin, picks up the ties and does a haphazard job in tossing them back into his drawer.

how embarrassing.

@hellescape​.

…

the childish side of hyejung is out to play again - dancing under the moonlight with her fingers intertwined behind her back as she’s skipping over the cracks in the cement. she faces eungyeol now, making a rubbing motion as she flicks her wrist to act cute like she had just mentioned a moment ago. one flaw that hyejung had was that she was not necessarily aware of how her actions would affect others– especially her right hand man who had to report to her aunt in order for her to leave the premises. sometimes she would beg to explore outside of the palace – sometimes the quarters were too lavish and she wanted to dumb it down a bit. a simple life, could she not have asked for that? maybe when she is reincarnated, she can be someone who was not under pressure all the time.

he laughs and that’s all that it takes to flash a smile back at him. finally. he needed to loosen up sometimes. she appreciated all the hard work that he did, but how could she have a conversation with someone if they were as tough as a brick wall?

“ugh. what? it’s obviously me, have you not seen me? wouldn’t you be lucky if you woke up to this face every day?” she bats her eyelashes, a pout on her lips while placing her chin into the palm of her hands. she tilts her head, continuing to walk ahead before almost tripping in the heat of the moment. “ah– geez–” she huffs out, brushing off any debris that appeared on her dress. “come on, i still have a few hours left. how would you feel if you were pushed into this position at a young age, having to do it over and over until done correctly?” she lets out a sigh. “so tiring.”

the nature of his profession hindered eungyeol from roaming freely and behaving as nonchalantly as he’d want himself to. he isn’t always this stiff, this austere with people, but does he have much of a choice? if hyejung were to be exposed to any potential harm, no matter how trivial, he’d be the first man questioned; first person penalized for allowing harm to be inflicted upon the princess. unfortunately for him - that isn’t merely a hypothetical. one scratch seen on hyejung during her return and he’ll instantly be banished from the premises. such a thought would always trigger a shudder up his spine. 

regardless, he’s only human. he can only play temporary parent for so long until his own sanity gives out and provides him leeway to ease up. often times he catches himself giving in to his subconscious need to relax in places far from the palace - times where hyejung would relentlessly beg for freedom from her guardians and transport to god-knows-where to kick it back - and inevitably he’d have to tag along to ensure her safety. though, he admits to himself internally as he meets her exuberant gaze - the trips, for the most part, aren’t terrible. even when the princess is spouting up ridiculous claims to him, he, undeniably, cannot resist not humoring her in return.

“i can’t say i feel very fortunate, though.” he deadpans. technically speaking, he did have to see her every day - maybe not at her every waking moment, but his presence is always near, always at practical arm’s reach in case the princess needed immediate protection. he’s halfway through stuffing his hands into his pockets before he has to pull one out again swiftly to grab onto her shoulder when she trips over her own feet. “yah,” he chides, lifting said hand to pull at a clump of her hair once as punishment. “this is why nobody trusts you enough to be alone. barely an hour in and you’re already in risk of getting a concussion from faceplanting.”

❝ What? ❞ It was a response Yuki didn’t expect from Namgi to hear and in fact, it almost confused him a little bit. With his phone in one hand, Yuki walked over to his windows to pull the curtains closed. You can never know when the flickering light comes back and according to the paper he found, it was more than just dangerous to look into the red light. The only logical explanation Yuki had right now was to blame it on Aliens. Good, maybe this wasn’t all logical also, but it made sense to him.

Just when Yuki wanted to say something on the phone, he jumped to the side in shock at the bang on his door. His heart stopped beating for a second just to bang even stronger against his chest. Yuki froze on the spot in pure terror. Luckily, this state only lasted until he heard Namgi’s voice again. Yuki threw his phone on the couch and hurried over to the door. Without even checking the peephole first, Yuki opened the door. ❝ Come in, quick. ❞ Yuki whispered, almost pulling the smaller man inside so he could slam the door shut as quickly as possible. His hands were shaking while locking the door again. All the lights in his apartment were turned off besides having a few candles lit up in the living room which gave them a dim light to keep orientation. ❝ I’m so glad you are here. ❞ And suddenly, Yuki wrapped his arms around the other. All the tension seemed to leave his body, now that he wasn’t alone anymore. ❝ Since yesterday, I often see some creep standing under the window of my bedroom. ❞

a blurry glimpse of yuki’s face is all namgi sees after the door swings open before he’s practically yanked into his home, tension not all dissipating but a significant amount gone from his shoulders now that he’s surely accompanied by another. “fuck,” he gasps, barely able to catch his breath as yuki tugs him into an embrace seconds after his arrival, squeezing him in. after unceremoniously parading his way over despite the warning signs thrown in every direction, he’s still disoriented and queasy, but he manages to find it in himself to return the wholesome embrace, despite the situation. he feels the absolute same, hell feels less worse when yuki’s around. “you’re dramatic,” he mumbles instead, sheepishly. god help his awful brain to mouth filter. he missed him.

max suddenly remembers that as a young women she didn’t exactly favor eunjoo. it wasn’t that she didn’t like her, more that she found her to be odd. even now as she attempts to save the unknowing victim does she think so, even as she’s much different now in her fifties than she is as the charismatic 22 year old back then. but, the only thing on her mind is to get this woman out of here. “okay, well there’s a first for everything, right?” she says with an awkward half grin. “what do you like?” she decides to ignore the other’s question, seeing as making up excuses were never her forte. “i’m hungry and i think maybe… we should be friends!” her words spill out almost like a child, enough for her to feel embarrassed.  “and we should go out to, uh, eat together.” 

with her modestly significant reputation within the classical music industry, it’s not an irregular occurrence to have people approach her in an attempt to befriend with hidden intentions. not all of them are inherently malicious, but she’s been informed enough to stay on her toes just in case anyone tried to harm her. she mulls over that advice that passes her train of thought, gaze shifting back towards max again, holding the eye contact for a good minute. this situation is different - she knows max - somewhat, at least, has a good basis of her behavior from the classes they share together; and even of right now; watching her stumble over her words in what seems to be an invitation attempt. “did your friends abandon you?” she asks instead, holding her hands behind her - beneath the violin case that rests heavy against her back. it’s not like she has anything else to do, having completed her lessons for the day - so she technically doesn’t have a reason to refuse... but why her? didn’t she have closer friends?

fingers grip at the windowsill tightly as eungyeol pushes the window open with his shoulder, the loud patters of rain joining his infiltration into the soundless, dimly lighted bedchamber, work attire drenched along with the rest of him, forming small puddles on the thin carpet floor. he doesn’t pay attention to his own state - rather his eyes are set on the owner of the apartment room seated on the edge of their bed, staring back at him. he doesn’t say anything for a while, simply pulls the window to a close to muffle the sound of heavy rain, and quietly stands there, brooding. they both know that he knows that the villain expected for his return.

petrichor permeates the atmosphere as he eventually makes a move to trudge forward, closing the distance between them until he’s standing in front of his enemy. their gazes remain locked on one another, and he finally reveals the handgun he’s hidden behind his back, aiming it towards their forehead.

head bobs thoughtlessly at his comment and lips open to almost correct him to ’friends’ (since they’re all pretty aggressive), but it’s unnecessary information. instead, attention focuses once more to the pages laid on the counter, curiously reading bits of information they flip through. “ i really hope we can make this work, ” a small laugh and chin dips in thought, trying to picture the result of the flowers listed, but her knowledge lacks and most of the names draw blanks. (  what is ursinia? is there even a flower that starts with the letter ‘y’?  ) eyebrows tense, camilla would know something was up and toss the bouquet straight in the trash if it was to turn out looking unpleasant.

maybe they should just stick to flower meanings? she contemplates the option before eyebrows raise in response to the query. “ um— ” the option to give a truly honest opinion causes hesitance, but she’s aware that her irritation from the previous encounter clouds judgment. “ no, she’s not stupid. she’s really smart, pretty, fashionable and ah-ma— ” pink lips disappear to halt, “ i think i’ve made my point. she’s everything but stupid, which means she might see through this whole thing before i could even get close. ” a long sigh follows, “— i really want to try something though. maybe i can do flowers in colors she hates? are there flowers that stink overtime? or how about we spell it out with the colors and starting letters?” getting desperate now, for if this back-fires, she returns without a single comeback which will surely cause humiliation.

he stares at her blankly. smart, pretty, fashionable - none of these sound like personality traits that a regular person would come to loathe. then why are the meanings to her requested flowers so repugnant? it doesn’t correlate. is she trying to prank her friend? he’s heard that it’s a pretty popular method to form bonds with companions at this day in time.  “i don’t understand,” he decides to speak out eventually, genuinely puzzled by the order. “if she is such a pleasant person, why do you desire to gift her such a deceptive bouquet?” 

for @spoiledsovls | emergency fluff and softness starters (ACCEPTING)

"what." eungyeol stares at her, voice deadpan. the audacity of this woman baffles him sometimes - not only was she the main cause of their conversation spiraling into some form of an argument in the first place, but she had the absolute nerve to voice her statement as if the burden of her wrongdoings had to be shouldered between the both of them. there's no benefit to him getting heated over such a pointless matter, but here they are - trying desperately to conjure up more believable reasons as to why they were cuter than the other. how did they even get to this? being appointed as hyejung's personal, main bodyguard is intended to be a serious profession, yet he's continuously having arguments with the sole person he's supposed to protect like an immature preschooler. 

he sighs first. what follows after is a breath of laughter.

» STARTER ✘  ( for liking the last STARTER CALL ) » FOR:  @hellescape​  ( any muse of your choice ) » FROM:  YUKI  ( Plot: based on the mystery of the sun vanished )

The sun has disappeared. Darkness. There was nothing but darkness. Not just during the night but during the days also. The sun was gone, but not because it exploded or anything but something not from this world seemed to block the sun. In the media, everyone was asked to stay calm and remain inside. They called it a fire, smog that was blocking the sun, but was that really the case? There was a flickering red light outside. Whenever Yuki was alone, he saw the flickering light somewhere in the distance. Sometimes a weird person would stand in front of his window, looking inside, watching him while the face was covered by a huge hood. Everything was surreal, but when he realized that people suddenly went missing, Yuki started questioning the whole story of the sun being blocked by smog. ❝ Hey, ❞  Yuki pressed his mobile phone against his ear.  ❝ Listen to me, I found a note in the building next to my home. They wrote that you shouldn’t look into the red light. What the heck is going on here? Can you come over? I don’t think it’s safe to stay alone. ❞

”i’m already one step ahead of ya,” namgi declares begrudgingly into the phone. this occurrence isn’t normal. this definitely isn’t some form of abnormal climate change as the newscasters depicted monotonously over his television screen; not when the number of citizen disappearances have been skyrocketing dangerously as of late; not when there’s always a strange weight, almost akin to a heavy gaze, that continuously lingers over his back and prickles eerily at his skin since he left his apartment. leaving his own premises despite the advice given by authorities was a bold move at his part, but yuki had a point — it felt safer to stay with another.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐎𝐑    —    @hellescape​​​.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄    —    hwang  minji  aka  minnie.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓    —    ‘so  i  heard  you  get  into  this  huge  fight  with  someone  and  i  know  we’ve  only  exchanged  genial  smiles  but  i  just  wanted  to  check  that  you’re  ok’  apartment  building  au.

          HEARING  SOMETHING  MADE  of  glass  or  porcelain  smash  and  break  against  the  wall  between  their  apartments,  followed  by  the  slamming  of  their  neighbors  front  door,  caused  minnie  to  worry.  the  argument  next  door  had  been  ongoing  for  the  past  hour  or  two,  growing  increasingly  worse  by  the  minute  until  something  had  clearly  been  thrown  at  the  wall  in  anger.  she  didn’t  know  her  neighbor.  hell,  they’d  never  even  exchanged  any  words,  but  they  had  always  seemed  pleasant  when  they  had  exchanged  smiles  in  the  elevator  or  when  they  passed  each  other  in  the  hallway.  a  few  minutes  passed  by  and  minnie  could  hear  the  vacuum  turn  on  in  the  other  apartment.  before  she  knew  it,  the  woman  found  herself  in  the  hallway,  knocking  on  the  other’s  door.  when  it  harshly  swung  open,  a  reassuring  smile  appeared  on  her  lips.  “hi.  i’m  sure  you  don’t  know  who  i  am,  but  i  live  next  door.  i  heard  the  commotion  and  just  wanted  to  make  sure  everything’s  okay?”  tilting  her  head  slightly  to  the  side,  minnie  looked  the  other  in  the  eye,  before  averting  her  gaze,  realizing  a  little  too  late  how  inappropriate  it  was  for  her  to  just  show  up  like  this.

it isn’t supposed to turn out this way. eungyeol’s supposed to have a good night; he’s supposed to enjoy a couple of lighthearted drinks with a colleague that invited himself over and reminisce about pleasant memories and remarkable achievements they’ve shared in the past. and it was a good night. right until his guest decided to unceremoniously drop an announcement over their conversation that caused him to drop his champagne glass in a stunned outrage. it took several more curt sentences for it to progress into something heated. a few more additional minutes for it to EASILY turn violent.

it all happened in a blink of an eye, and before he knew it, his source of anger had already escaped the premises; left him to seethe alone. sacrificing non-sentient objects by launching them against the wall he shared with another tenant was a reckless, impulsive decision at his part; but was the only stress-relieving option he had left. regardless, the satisfying shatter of expensive porcelain snapped him out of his vexed stupor, and he spent another two minutes blankly staring at the mess of shards he created on his carpet and feeling his face throb from the punches he’s received before wordlessly retrieving a vacuum cleaner.

the last thing he needs was a third party, and the knocks at his door triggers his barely simmering infuriation once more, stomping towards the door after tossing the vacuum hose aside to give the intruder a piece of his mind. he barely catches on the words that left her throat, hand already shooting outwards to have fingers grasp and yank violently at her collar, growl ripping off his throat, “are you here to tell me you’re going on a suicide mission alone and i can do absolutely nothing about it too?”

Elle’s guardian often told her that it is impolite to stare at people, but she did so anyway, for looking is the best way to learn. She’s been observing since day one. From her birth to the present. Her maker once told Elle that the programs running through her electrical veins are like seeds. They are the beginning of life, but to grow and prosper is all on Elle’s hands. Will she become a basic human robot, or be something more?

The lifelike female turn her head to gawk at the male. The agonizing scent of his cigarette does not bother her at all. She never understood why humans inhale poison in their system, yet frequently yearn a long life. Human are so complex, she thought.

“ A friend once told me that the scent of Autumn makes her yearn, that is why she is lonely. “ She uttered, soft voice linger in the air. “ I like Autumn, but it is not my favorite season. “ Elle added, both hands rest on her lap neatly. “ Does Autumn also makes you lonely? “

the shameless goggling would be somewhat unnerving to him if he hadn’t adapted to eyes watching him so closely from his field of work, but it still comes to a mild surprise that he’d be stared at outside of work, cocking a brow at her general direction. he follows her gaze, realizing that it’s dead set on the poisonous stick dangling between his lithe digits, which he laughs softly and turns it over to face the earth, snuffing the stub against the bench armrest. “i’m not an avid smoker, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

he takes a pause, leaning back comfortably against his seat. “it’s an act of remembrance for a fallen comrade.” he doesn’t usually confide in strangers, but he supposes there’s some truth to her statement — the calmness of autumn rouses melancholy. he shakes his head, his usual persona taking over as he shoots her an approving thumbs up. “good choice. wouldn’t winter be the best season? frolicking in ice cold snow, having snowball fights, layering aggressively so you don’t freeze to death- it’s the absolute dream.”