Black Heart

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The underground rapper arched a brow in a display of interest, the topic of alcohol making her ears perk up. “Oh really?” She replied flatly, not wanting to come off as too interested but the urge to follow along became stronger with each passing second. “Don’t worry, I will probably just be in the bar gettin’ fucked up.” She finally moved her limbs, sitting on the edge of the couch before swinging herself up onto her feet. Giving her friend a look over she then rolled her eyes and snorted. “You wouldn’t even be able to carry me. I can walk fine by myself, thank you.” Not sparing him a second glance she passed him by to put on a black coat and some matching black heels. “Are you comin’? You’ll run late.”

HyunJae grumbled as the rapper got herself together, "If you plan on getting fucked up, it sounds like I'm going to end up carrying you anyway." Adjusting his bags, he opened the door and motioned for the lady to leave first. "You're a brat, you know that?" The photographer closed the door behind them and pulled out his phone. The entire way to the club, he snapped shots of his companion. It was one of his favorite things to do. He made sure the HDR function was turned on to take advantage of every feature on her face. Birth marks, sharp eyes, toussled, messy hair, smudged makeup-- they were HyunJae's favorite to capture. He loved the imperfection that seemed so fitting on some people and like a train wreck on others. HyunJae would never admit that many times, his artistic muse was right by his side test-running lyrics and asking about beats.

haejin had always been a woman of class, taking care of herself and of her looks yet this day, a stormy day of winter, she felt it unnecessary “You’ll have to stare at my circles for a while. I didn’t bring it with me” She said with a shrug before nodding and sitting up again “yeah. Coffee sounds nice.”

"I guess nurses don’t really need to care about their looks,” HyunJae mumbled as he poured the coffee into an oversized mug and delivered it to Haejin. “Anyway, I’m sorry about calling you over here and getting you snowed in with me. Are you going to be ok not going in to work?”

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