in return

not many men could call themselves magnets the way kisung considered himself. sure, other guys were as handsome ( some more attractive, not that his ego would ever admit that ) and knew how to draw in a crowd, but the young spy, well, he was a very special kind of magnet — one that always seemed to find the crazy to fondle.

not only was he shocked by the response to the particular choice of words he’d thrown out to justify the spill of a tossed whisky; he was in a state of vast excitement. already, kisung knew his inner demons would beckon him to give in to the hunt., to lust after the daring woman, who’s actions could rival his own. “isn’t it much more fun this way?”

oh how the crazy ones always pulled him in.

slinging the damp blouse around his neck like a very sticky scarf, kisung turned to make contact with the bartender who’s mouth had fallen down to his chest. “can i get another whisky?” patient as the drink is served before him, the young man taps fingers against the bar top, his eyes following the woman as not to lose sight of his prey. the image of his liquor lips biting into the nape of her neck already manifesting in his mind — and as soon as the glass hit the wood, his hand snatched it up and made pursuit, long legs catching up to the teasing seductress on the other side of the room.

a nuisance and a tease in his own right, kisung drifted confidentially across the establishment until the woman had caught sight of him, and then slowly drew the new drink to roll against his lower lip, a slither of the contents running down his throat before he’d bump and stumble and manage to fumble the liquor enough to make the liquid jump out at her once again. this time, it wasn’t an accident. “my bad.” 

that’s enough dancing for tonight. at her work, she drinks to make people more tolerable, but she’s beyond that threshold. the bubbly one keeps yipping in her one ear, miraculously too, because soojin stands a head above her. she presses a finger against the smaller’s lips, nearly missing from her haphazard vision. “shhh... shut up.” her words leave her as if it’s a calm suggestion before wandering off.

there are men who pass her. they whisper in her ear and send her drinks as they come by. she shoos them like flies. they’re boring and if she responded to everyone, she would have quit working at the bar long ago. anyways, none of them are tall enough now that she’s in her heels. she’s just not into that. 

just as she thinks all the men are disappointments in stature, a tall silhouette approaches her. it’s hard to keep up with what he looks like. flickering lights are distacting. if only she was sober enough to recall the tyrant’s face before suddenly his drink finds its place across her torso. she laughs in a way that’s almost painful, seething through a toothy grin. “It’s like you’re trying to make another shirt for me out of liquor.” 

— categorized sentence starters.

it’s way later than she likes it to be. no one likes closing, but being a female and closing isn’t better. she’s in the back alley of the bar now, locking the back door. soojin isn’t the toughest by any means, but being utterly tall as a female gives her some advantage. her beginning to work at that bar meant she had to be able to handle things, or at least herself somewhat. not that seoul is dangerous much, but you never really know.

it’s been years since she started mixed martial arts training, though she doesn’t know if it’d even work in the streets. it’s her safety net, but now it appears someone else is in need of it. she doesn’t know if the girl needs the help, appearing calm at least from her silhouette. but there’s a man lingering behind her, quietly, and hiding himself. soojin witnesses all of this from her end. she should just leave it! it’ll be fine, right? or maybe she should call the cops… but she shouldn’t involve herself right?

— categorized sentence starters.

[ sms ] casper — this is what you messaged them on tinder? 

[ sms ] casper — look.. i wouldn’t even get that for myself.

[ sms ] casper — i don’t even treat myself that well. idk who you’re trying to get with that other than a sugar mommy/daddy.

— categorized sentence starters.

throughout the evening, she asks herself why she’s there. every time she’s handed another drink, the answer becomes more clear, free drinks namely but being drunk is the key to a good time. she’s out with her friends right now, though… they’ve seemed to have wandered off back to the table. for some reason, you always have to get a table when it’s someone’s birthday, but she’s had enough of the screeching for a bit.

she’s apparently due for a group photo with them in ten, as per the error-ridden text on her phone that does earn a chuckle. ( like they’d remember! ) and as if her drunk state could keep track of time. she’s making her way back by passing along the bar. she could cut through the crowd dancing in the club, but that’s a hassle. very quickly, she regrets being so close to the bar. her shirt, suddenly drenched by a stranger, stops her dead in her tracks. “what the–,” but his talking cuts her off.

— categorized sentence starters.

her steps echo through the corridor each time her heeled boots touch the ground. she’s meandering down the hall as if there is no care in the world. anyhow, she believes she deserves this. her day started at 8am, coding at a cafe, and her perseverance allowed her to wrap up the project 12 hours later. to others, that may be a horribly long time to work, but she’s ahead of schedule and surely she took breaks. working longer ensures the following day will be shorter.  just some emails to send tomorrow and perhaps some tweaks.

as she reaches her door, she realizes her eyes are utterly worn out while fishing through her bag for a set of keys. this comes to a pause as she hears a girl clamoring down the hall. turning to witness the chaos, she immediately recognizes what will happen before the girl even opens her mouth to warn. she grabs the keys, shoves it straight into the knob, and in one swift turn and push, she opens it wide. “are you okay?!”, she voices concern, but in the back of her mind, she thinks fuck. it’s only monday and it’s like she brought the bar home with her.

— categorized sentence starters.

the street food is calling for her. the smoke is rising in the evening sky, aromas flying straight to her with the wind. ( this was absolutely a great decision! ), she declares to herself. a summer evening is the perfect time to go on a walk by the river. more specifically, alone. the point is for a moment of clarity, and the cold air near water helps, but perhaps also some food for the soul. she is moments to it being her turn! the pork belly skewers will find a home in her stomach. excitedly, she grins because at the tent next to her, the ahjumma has a plate of dukbokki with her name on it.

alas, a voice draws her out of her food-filled daydream. at first looking in her direction, she realizes she must look lower. the words don’t connect for a moment, her blank expression of confusion remaining. quickly though, she reaches for the skewer and points it at the girl’s mouth, then her other hand rests on her shoulder. “have a bite, love,” and she looks down at the smaller one warmly. “i ordered dukbokki for us in the other stand too.” that hand drags down from her shoulder to her hand, grasping it gently and tugging her in that direction.” 

— categorized sentence starters.

awful. just awful. having not heard this line before didn’t even make it less awful. her head, still cocked to one side ever so slightly, remains with the deadpan expression that appeared the moment he said, “cute.” she’s fucking 27. the last thing she wants to hear is that she’s cute.

ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

*Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*

*Slaps you*

*Kisses you on the lips*

*Bites your lip*

*Rubs your shoulders*

*Dumps ice water over your head*

*Winks at you*

*Flips hair at you*

*Throws a ball of paper towards you*

*Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*

*Slams the door shut behind you*

*Storms out of the room*

*Wraps my arms around you from behind*

*Kisses your neck*

*Nibbles on your earlobe*

*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*

*Strokes your hair*

*Caresses your cheek*

*Holds you in my arms*

QUOTES - PICK UP LINES EDITION

“You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”

“I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”

“Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”

“Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”

“If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”

“Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”

*Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”

QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“I don’t know you, but thanks.”

“You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”

“We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”

“Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”

“It’s none of your business. We just met.”

“Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”

“I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”

QUOTES - WORKPLACE EDITION

“Did you get that email I sent you last night?”

“No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”

“I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”

“I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”

“I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”

“You know, most people watch porn at home.”

“Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”

“Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”

“If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”

“You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”

QUOTES - SASS EDITION

“Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”

“I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”

“Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”

“I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”

“What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”

“Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”

QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

“You know I’m right! I’m always right!”

“Shut up. Just shut up!”

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

“You’re lying.”

“I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”

“I can’t look at you.”

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“If you say one more word, I swear…”

“Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”

“You must be crazy.”

“I'm not backing down.”

“You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”

“What’s your issue?”

“You make me so angry.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

QUOTES - LOVERS EDITION

“And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”

“I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

“I’ve never been good at this. I don't do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”

“You’re the one that I want.”

“I don't care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”

“Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”

“I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”

“I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”

“I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”

“Please, don’t leave me.”

“I need you more than you will ever know.”

“I love you more than I could ever express in words.”

QUOTES - DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION

*Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*

“I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”

“I brought vodka and ice cream.”

“You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”

“I can’t believe you went without me!”

“I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”

“I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”

“I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”

QUOTES - NSFW EDITION

“What do you think about this outfit?”

“Bend over.”

“It’s not going to get up by itself, you know.”

“I thought you’d be bigger.”

“Where did we leave those damned handcuffs?”

“I can’t find my vibrator.”

“Just set your phone on vibrate!”

“I want to fuck you until you’re raw and shaking.”

“That’s it… do a little striptease for me.”

“You can watch… but you can’t touch.”

“Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.”

“And get this… the new toy? It glows in the dark.”

“I’ve got two flavours. Cherry or fruit punch?”

“I want to be on top.”

“That is one fine ass.”

“You look like a screamer.”

“Let me tie you up.”

“What’ll our safeword be?”

“I love making you squirm.”

“Not my neck! It’s summer, I can’t wear a turtleneck in the sun.”

TEXTS - DRUNK EDITION

[TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?

[TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.

[TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.

[TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.

[TEXT] Do you even love me?

[TEXT] What happened to us?

[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.

[TEXT] IM26C4U.

[TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.

[TEXT] I couldn’t care less.

[TEXT] Now you know how it feels.

[TEXT] I still love you.

[TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.

TEXTS - NSFW EDITION

[TEXT] You can’t have me if you can’t even get the three C’s. Chocolates, champagne, and candles.

[TEXT] I’m in the bath… come join me?

[TEXT] Don’t tease. You know I like it rough.

[TEXT] Bed, counter, or floor?

[TEXT] If you can get here in five minutes I’ll suck you off first.

[TEXT] What do you think about threesomes? And, what about foursomes?

[TEXT] You’ve been naughty, I’m going to punish you.

[TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school!

TEXTS - EMERGENCY EDITION

[TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.

[TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.

[TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??

[TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.

the night’s growing slow for a friday. with one hand, her fingers absently run against the grain of the wooden bar. its finish worn down, she wonders, with a drink in the opposite hand, when this bar began to begin with. the drink anchors her against haughty customers, less her patience wears too thin. 

soojin thinks about all the things she can be relieved of after her shift, namely the man sitting in the booth who continues to eye her. the fantasy of relaxation crumbles when the door chime draws her attention. ( thank god it’s a girl ), because she’s outnumbered often. she has the front end of the bar, of which her male counterpart has no interest in given it means greeting every customer. but somehow, he comes running forward at the sight of this girl. ( the girl is really pretty! ) her hand, before he can even reach her, extends out. her fingers wave him away, as to shoo him. the last thing the girl needs is soojin’s lame coworker breathing down her existence.