MOVED!

❝  talking about it as if it’s okay doesn’t make it okay, just for your information.  ❞  retorts kami with her arms crossing above her chest, lips pressed into a thin line. despite it having nothing to do with her she feels the need to defend the girl – after all kami was nothing less than a long term patient of the hospital, she’s spent nearly her entire life inside of this building, made friends, maybe fell in love once or twice with patients, which either ended in them dying way too soon, or them getting out as soon as they became healthy. ah, the hospital life surely was great. of course, by now she spent a lot of time at home, too, except when something happens, and for the usual two weeks every two months – such as right now. ❝  you can’t just come into a hospital look at a random girl and tell her she’s a minus two on your hotness list. in fact, you should not come into a hospital to look at girls to begin with. it wasn’t .. okay.. maybe.. she isn’t the prettiest, surely.. but you cannot just tell her. she’s a 4, at least.  ❞  now, that defending didn’t work all too well, did it ? instead of jumping right in and curse him out she ends up somewhat agreeing with his statement. good job. the girl, a patient who’s been here for only a week, is talking to one of the nurses, crying. of course she’s crying, from the few conversations the young girl had with her it became clear that her insecurities are HUGE. and that nearly everything makes her cry. what she has ? no idea. maybe she’s just here for the food, that apparently happened before in one of the wards. her gaze moves from the broken down girl back to the male, clearing her throat.  ❝  now, may I direct you to the exit, because Nurse Kim over there is looking at you, and trust me she’s a dragon, she’ll tear you apart for making one of her patients cry.  ❞  

He’s an expert in bottling his emotions. As unbelievable as it sounds, considering his not-so innocent thoughts run havoc when a pretty girl is within vicinity. Even then, he’s always cautious of the words spilling from his lips. Doesn’t let it out unless it’s what they want to hear. And honestly? Nearly 80% of the shit he spouts is pure lies. UTTER BULLSHIT! Ladies, don’t believe him! Jaeho’s been in the game for way too long. Whether he’s known you for years or he just met you five seconds ago-- he’s great at telling pretty little lies that’ll have you wrapped around his figure. Some go for compliments, and some swoon for heroic actions. The trick is differentiating that one truth out of hundreds of lies. But today? Today is different. The 11 out of 10 nurse rejected him. HIM! Worst of it all-- he doesn’t know where he went wrong! He followed all his rules, step-by-step. Took a few minutes or two to observe her and then he went in. It was all going smoothly too! She giggled at his jokes. Flipped her hair with each compliment ( which, were all TRUTHS by the way ). Kept eye-contact and didn’t excuse herself to go help all the hundred patients in need. It was going all-so perfectly. So what happened? Beats him! All he knows is, he’s hurt. Not in the way that your first love rips your heart to shreds, but more-so along the lines of she embarrassed the fuck out of him and that stained that big ego of his. And that patient. The -2 out of 10. She was just there, and in his brief moment of humiliation, he took his wrath out on her. Now, he’s not stupid enough( nor violent enough ) to do-so physically, but he did damage her pride. Far worse than how miss 11 out of 10 did to him. OOPS?

“Look,” he pauses briefly, thoughts running a mile a minute as he tries to pull some BULLSHIT out of his ass, “I’m sorry.” His eyes soften, and he’s running a hand through his hair, ruffling it a few times in pure aggravation. A heavy sigh escapes his lips. Gaze traveling to the patient crying her eyes out in the corner. He’s not heartless. He feels bad! Maybe a tad bit GUILTY, but that’s all you’re going to get out of him. “I didn’t mean to say that. I’ve just been on... edge lately.” Cue actor Jaeho! “My mom, she’s... she’s in the emergency room right now, and I’m not even allowed to see her because my parents kicked me out back when I was sixteen. The only reason why I know she’s here in the first place is because of my little sister. And I-- I didn’t mean to take it out on her like that. Believe me. Negative two, four, seven, eight, numbers don’t matter. She’s really pretty! Inside and out, I’m sure. Ah, I should really go apologize.” His tone is genuine, filled with anguish and sorrow. If you looked closely enough, you can even see the telltale signs of a tear or two just waiting to drop. His shoulders are slouched, jaw slackened, fists clenched, and his feet are begging him to move. To quickly apologize to the girl and right his wrongs.

SIKE!

Jaeho is putting on quite the act - going as far as  s l a m m i n g  his fists on the table, in some public place. ( Really? ) One of the grey-ish haired man’s eyebrows rises, a movement signing  p u r e  surprise, as a couple of eyes get off the screen of pricey phones to stare at the pair. « Just get on Pornhub and do your shit, man, » this website ( a pure treasure if you ask him ) is well-known to be able to quench any man’s kinky thirst. « Stop acting like a drama queen, it makes you look more  m i s e r a b l e  than you are, » a pause and the aquarium’s employee brings the straw of his drink up to his lips.

Pornhub! He scoffs at this, which is soon followed by an indignant snort. Imagine someone bringing up your number one WORST enemy into a conversation. Next, apply that to porn websites where the competition is, well, Pornhub versus everyone else. Dirty Angles doesn’t stand a CHANCE! What makes matters worse is that he knows this. ( As much as he painfully, painfully, hates to admit. ) “That site is overrated.” And maybe that’s the bitterness talking, but it could also be the... No, no, no. It’s definitely the BITTERNESS. “Ever heard of Dirty Angles? It’s a pretty unique site. You should check it out sometime. I’d go into detail, but I’ll allow for you to see for yourself.” Get that self-promotion! 

No one was into Sohyun. It was impossible. Sohyun never got too close, never took that step that separated the line between the girl she showed to be at first glance and the one that truly hid inside of her. She never showed a smile that was beautifully bright as if rays of sunshine were entering someone’s life, or gazed at someone in that particular way that could make their stomach fill itself with butterflies or heart to pound against their rib cage. She just wasn’t the type of woman that enchanted, was she? She was a mess of feelings with a mind filled with demons. How much worse could it get?

“You see… that’s where you’re wrong.” She makes a point out of actually pointing at him as if that gives her an extra point for being right (if she was right, which anyone would doubt when at first glance she seemed so naive). There is a sense of amusement in her dark brown eyes as if she finds the mere idea behind his words completely ridiculous. “What even makes you think that? It’s obvious they aren’t. Who would?”

He wonders ( really wonders ) if Sohyun’s neglected to look into a mirror lately, or that her self-esteem is so low that she remains oblivious to the man eyeing her ever since she stepped foot into the cafe. Maybe she’s just being modest? She’s always struck him as the shy type. For all he knew, the attention may have made her felt uncomfortable. Of course, he can’t relate, as Jaeho is one to bask in all heads that turn is way, but not everyone is as confident ( read: egoistical ) as him. Albeit, judging by her words alone, the first two choices seem to have hit the mark.

“Hate to break it to you, but I am almost never wrong.” Keyword: almost. He breaks into a smile, wide and full of mischief. The idea of teasing the girl comes to light, and he’s leaning a bit too close for comfort to help do so. A brow raises in question before he asks, “You need me to spell it out for you? Not that I mind. We have all day!” With a bop of her nose ( courtesy of his index finger ), he moves backward, giving her the space needed after disrupting it in the first place. “For starters, you’re cute. Real cute,” he repeats, nodding his head in confirmation, “like a doll. Your whole appearance screams innocent and that’s not something you see on a girl every day. Unless they’re like… too young to hit on. But you’re old enough to NOT be threatened with the cops with. So long as they don’t go too far, but that’s what I’m here for!”

The boy wasn’t addressing him, was he? It was plausible, only because L.Joe was the only one within the boy’s vicinity to speak to– but his words didn’t necessarily seem all that inviting. If anything, L.Joe repelled them, stirring in himself as he’s pondering on whether or not the boy was referring to him or just openly talking to himself. L.Joe wouldn’t be surprised however, if it were the second option. Actually, he was hoping it was.

“Who… are you talking to?” His voice at first was quiet, maybe even hesitant, as if he didn’t want to know the answer, “You’re not talking to me, are you?”

For a moment, he wonders if he got the wrong guy. There’s nothing but confusion in his eyes, and well, judging by his appearance alone, there’s no way a guy like that could score some QUALITY nudes. Then again, Jaeho ( of all people ) shouldn’t make assumptions based on appearances alone. Perhaps, he was playing DUMB? It’s a common tactic by drug dealers, right? They’re looking for a code word. Something that no one other than their customer would know. And if a word has yet to be established, all Jaeho had to do was drop a BIG ENOUGH hint for them to catch on.

My activity hasn’t been all that great for the past few months, and I should really get something going on with Jaehoe over here BUT I’m #lazy. Not sure if I’ll drop some threads or not, but we’ll see when I actually attempt to write any of these. A lot of them are over a month late. Yikes! I am TERRIBLE.