CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING BEFORE YA

i have finally completed moving over accounts , and besides one muse who i am still in the works of creating his profile -- the account is all ready to go and start writing ! i’m starting with only six muses , but i do have many more ideas for new ones and plan to add more as i become more active ( especially since the summer is finally here )

if you’d like to follow , the account can be found here

i will probably post my promo soon as it is just sitting in my drafts , and i guess the aesthetic ? form ? of my writing has changed a little as i want to try to focus more so on improving my writing and becoming more ... not novella but articulate ? anyways ... seeing as i’m not good with my words ... moving accounts officially.

kris kept his eyes on the young lad, biting down on his tongue to snap at the laugh. this kid seemed to be enjoying this far too much and it annoyed him slightly. not the first time he met with clients that behaved like this, laughing as if they had a little secret that they only knew about. that there was no way this assassin was going to find out about anything. despite this, kris watched the other pull out another envelop. a bit taken aback with seeing the second set of documents, expecting everything to be already within the first one but then again, why risk to have all information be hidden in one place? the male hummed softly in response to hearing the kid’s comments, it did sound cliche somthing from movies but he wasn’t here to judge that. he was now having his eyes trained on the cream colored folder that was placed in the middle of the table. 

reaching out to grab it, his eyebrow raised in confusion when hearing the comment on not being able to keep the folder and this gave him confusion. the hell was this kid hiding? yet the raven haired assassin needed answers so he took it and opened up the contents. eyes scanning the content that was within the folder and he was…surprised. no, surprised would be an understatement. he stared at what he was seeing, long and hard all while sitting in his spot confused because how on earth did this kid even get his hands on all of this? there was probably something related to the kid but that was not really where his attention was because his attention was the folder containing information on kris out of all people. this had to be impossible considering all traces of him were well hidden or at least, that is what his organization informed him about. there was everything from what he could tell with him and his job field and everything related to that. he probably shouldn’t be surprised if he saw docusments when he was a kid. 

taking a deep breath through his nose, he closed the folder. finger tapping against it as he looked back at the kid who seemed all too smug with this “where the hell did you get this?”

                  fingertips  eager  to  return  the  folder  to  his  grasp  ,  yoonoh  didn’t  hesitate  to  remove  it  from  kris’  possession  once  the  other  had  finished  reading  the  files  within.  the  slight  aggression  enunciating  each  word  of  kris’  had  yoonoh  curling  his  fingers  in  anticipation  ,  hopeful  the  information  had  persuaded  the  other  in  seeing  how  SERIOUS  yoonoh  was  with  the  situation  at  hand.  the  tendency  to  take  him  lightly  was  a  mistake  many  made  ,  yet  there  was  expectation  kris  would  different.  really  ,  anyone  would  be  different  when  made  aware  someone  else  knew  particulars  distinct  to  themselves  they  failed  to  have  knowledge  of.  allowing  a  moment  for  kris  to  acknowledge  yoonoh  was  not  playing  any  games  ,  the  student  utilized  the  lack  of  conversation  to  hide  the  folder  within  the  protection  of  his  backpack  ,  making  sure  to  completely  the  bag  was  finished.

it was at this moment the male wanted nothing more than to dump his drink on the stranger’s head and then leave. if he was going to be dealing with his annoying ass then no thank you. taeyong can simply stay in his drom thank you very much. the pink haired male huffed when hearing the male and held back on pouting with pressing his lips tightly. of course he was perfectly aware the male had helped him get down from the tree that fateful night. he was counting his blessings because lord knows how long he would have been stuck but just because he was thankful, that doesn’t mean he has to be nice to him. “considering how you are slightly annoying then i may have to pretend i was saved by myself thank you” he replied with a smile but it wasn’t a kind smile plastered on his face. as much as taeyong didn’t want to admit it, he was a bit curious on knowing what had happened to the fellow from that night. a bit curious on what he was doing and if he was a casual vistor of the campus site or someone that went to the school? though that never was too deep in thinking considering his mind was too busy with trying to keep up with his class schedule’s

but load and behold, indeed he is someone that does go to the school and they did run into each other.

he felt his face warm up at the nickname the other gave to him, huffing softly while he scratched the back of his head “well gee, thanks but no thanks” he mumbled softly. oh how he was regretting on having pink hair, maybe he should have taken up chanee’s route and dying his hair black once again? -his scalp would be thanking him along the way even- because if it was another bright color, there would be more nicknames to follow. he quirked an eyebrow when hearing the male continue to talk, mentioning how he was serious about letting him have a seat “oh? so you’re not going to be annoyed with my presence like before?” he questioned as he slowly took a seat

“as for my name, sure…but yours first”

                  a  laugh  sounded  from  the  swimmer  ,  brown  eyes  hiding  from  the  world  as  dimples  became  more  pronounced  the  wider  his  smile  got.  “  me  first  ?  what  am  i  gonna  do  –  take  your  name  and  run  ?  “  a  snort  seemed  to  be  the  end  of  the  fun  for  valentine  ,  taking  the  moment  to  clean  up  his  items  splayed  across  the  table  of  the  booth  to  create  the  room  for  the  other.  “  it’s  valentine  ,  my  name  is  valentine.  can  i  know  yours  now  ,  strawberry  ?  “  valentine  thought  it’d  be  appropriate  to  continue  calling  the  other  by  the  pet  name  ,  taken  by  how  suiting  it  was  towards  the  PINK  HAIR  yet  to  have  become  neglected.  the  roots  were  still  freshly  pink    (  the  littlest  inch  of  growth  showing  )  ,  surprising  valentine  as  it’d  been  some  time  since  their  last  interaction  ,  the  moment  reminiscent  and  forever  one  of  valentine’s  favorites.

adagio was feeling oh so positive with his plan, oh how he was going to have the upper hand when it came to pulling the archangel but what this poor warlock wasn’t aware was the surprise that he was going to get and one that he didn’t think through through the end. there adagio was standing. basically bouncing on his feet with excitement at the thought of him being able to trap the archangel because of course his blood circle was going to work along with his bonding spell. he couldn’t wait to see the surprise and shock from the other male, finally being able to be a step ahead! so yes, his ego was growing big from this but he was about to be slapped with the biggest slap in the face when he heard a noise behind from him. this caused him to freeze up in his spot, at first he was expecting to see someone from his fellow school but then he heard the oh so familiar honey tone

oh heaven’s no.

the brunette narrowed his eyes as he turned around and saw the archangel had indeed appeared but not in the blood circle, instead behind him. how on earth did he not appear in the circle!? he should have appeared in it at least, this shouldn’t have been a mistake, there is no reason it should fail! so of course adagio didn’t try with his spell because that sure won’t work either. to say adagio was disappointed would be an understatement.  the warlock was livid at this and he didn’t do anything to hide this. 

“oh fuck off with it” he muttered as he eyed the other. he shouldn’t be acting like a pouty child but he couldn’t help! who wouldn’t feel the same annoyance and disappointment, he really didn’t want to hear a lecture right now for using necromancy but there are bigger things at hand “we need to have a talk, specifically about our last visit and this time you are not going to run off so quickly”

                  awe  ,  he  was  sulking  …  the  childish  acting  elicited  a  tingle  in  goldie’s  hands  to  run  his  fingers  through  the  other’s  hair  but  the  thoughts  were  crushed  with  his  stomping  of  his  cane  in  tune  with  every  step  goldie  took.  with  the  warlock  going  to  such  lengths  to  possess  some  of  goldie’s  time  —  free  time  he  surely  did  not  have  to  offer  —    the  archangel  could  only  spare  the  student  some  minutes  ,  especially  with  the  hard  work  he’d  put  in  just  to  get  the  reaper  to  appear.  however  ,  goldie  wasn’t  one  to  allow  others  the  pleasure  of  getting  things  EASY  ,  and  the  cutie  wouldn’t  be  exception  regardless  of  the  temptation  he  elicited  to  brew  from  within  goldie.  “  there’s  not  much  i  need  to  do  when  it  comes  to  you  ,  cupcake.  it’d  really  help  if  you  knew  how  to  gain  my  attention  the  right  way  ,  i  would  be  so  much  more  willing  to  give  you  a  dime  of  my  time  if  you’d  just  …  act  correctly    ,  but  you’re  so  settled  on  being  bad.  “  circling  the  other  step  by  step  ,  goldie  came  directly  to  a  stop  between  adagio  and  the  blood  circle  ,  hand  coming  out  to  brush  lightly  across  the  other’s  cheek  before  finding  solace  within  his  pant’s  pocket.

it’s not like yugyeom didn’t believe in his abilities but he was a bit, how should it be said, realistic about his skills. he sure as heck wasn’t great with other talents in the art field. he has tried picking up painting but it was messy for him. he has tried sculpting but he didn’t have the patience for it so other artistic fields for the young lad wasn’t for him. he could try something like cooking but well…some would argue that he shouldn’t be trusted in the kitchen. so he didn’t really try expanding his skill tree so to speak as it would be a waste of time. besides, not like yugyeom was really complaining. photography was the one thing that made sense in his head. the outside world didn’t become a distraction but became a playground for the young artist. it would be a great big playground with plenty of things to keep himself company, new setting scenes to capture with a click of a button. the thing that held his antire attention and focus. it was a strange feeling but a good strange feeling, knowing he held control over his photography. 

thus he was surprised to hear the other male argue back with him that he was simply being modest and the raven haired male snorted at hearing the coffee shop owner “well you’re putting too much faith in me there buddy” he replied. shaking his head while he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. shrugging a shoulder when he questioned if he was an alpha, a small smirk of amusement when hearing his comment “don’t get your hopes up” he replied. rolling his eyes when the other continued to try to find something yugyeom was also good at and really, what made the other so stubborn on this? he has yet to meet someone so stubborn.  “honestly i am not even sure how i am surviving being in gidae considering i had fairly decent grades in high school so i’m holding onto the sheer luck i am not going to fuck something up. i’m only here because of my photography…”

                    stubborn  and  bristling  with  the  want  to  reject  the  confidence  —  and  its  lack  thereof  —  within  yugyeom  ,  the  adrenaline  to  resurrect  the  other’s  faith  in  himself  seemed  to  fall  short  ,  words  failing  to  RUSH  from  junsu’s  lips  to  provide  encouragement  for  the  other  to  have  more  belief  in  himself. why  did  junsu  feel  so  out  of  place  ?  teeth  dug  into  the  tender  skin  of  his  bottom  lip  as  eyebrows  wrinkled  to  piece  together  the  puzzle  intricating  his  mind  ;  junsu  couldn’t  bring  himself  to  accept  yugyeom  DEFYING  the  precedent  of  alphas  plaguing  the  coffee  shop  owner’s  mind  ,  going  against  the  stereotypes  influencing  the  prejudice  many  who  held  a  defense  against  the  secondary  gender  had.

this was a disaster—the first flight cancelled, being stuck at the airport for hours until she was able to get another one. then the thunder started…her job didn’t help her fear flying in general; being a fashion designer meant flying to paris, london, and other places often. but who trusted a piece of metal in the sky to get them there?! and the weather wasn’t helping her paranoia of in-coming death either. with a fierce attitude, she pulled herself along the strength of people trying to catch their flights and managed to get on her flight with nothing much of a hassle like the first morning.

narae read the safety measurements book at least ten times by now. she tried to get comfortable in her seat and almost dropped everything to the run-up to the exit when they announced possible turbulence caused by the weather. her knuckles turned white as snow when she latched her fingers into both of the arm seats—glad that she was sitting alone. the deep voice startled her, making her glance over the seat. ❛ the first one—the second one just makes it worse. ❜ she admits, with a nervous chuckle.

                    already  having  given  way  for  himself  to  be  worrisome  over  another’s  circumstances,  sihwan  slowly  closed  the  top  of  his  laptop  despite  his  original  disposition  of  hoping  to  finish  a  majority  of  his  grading.  his  battery  would  only  be  wasted  if  the  electronic  stayed  on,  knowing  his  attention  was  already  guided  over  to  the  scared  woman,  who  in  due’s  time  —  would  more  than  likely  throw  herself  into  a  frenzy,  especially  since  they  were  soon  to  be  expecting  turbulance.  

kevin hoped she wasn’t upset, though understood if she was. this whole situation, from both points, was a lot. there wasn’t exactly a correct or right way to do anything. he knew that showing up out of the blue wasn’t exactly a good plan, but what else was he supposed to do? he had no other means of contacting her, and he had tried several times. his brows press together as justice plops back onto the stool. “i wanted to, but i also didn’t want to overstep. i wasn’t going to come and introduce myself as her father without your knowledge or consent first, especially when i wasn’t exactly sure of everything.. up until this point, i thought it was a lie or a rumor. that’s why i came to see for myself.” kevin takes in a breath and nods. “yeah, alright–” he agreed their conversation may not be the best to have inside, especially if nabi is listening or customers come in. he makes his way to the door, holding it open so that she can step outside first, kevin following behind. “my mom is the one who told me. and you know how older women gossip.. so that’s why i didn’t believe her at first. but the tone in her voice and later, putting things together.. it made me start to question if it was true– it’s the reason you left, isn’t it?”

                    her  throat  constricting  at  the  invasion  of  smoke  through  her  lips,  justice  closed  her  eyes  to  allow  her  body  a  moment  to  feel  comfort  from  the  burn  in  her  chest  before  releasing  the  tranquility  in  the  opposite  direction  of  kevin  out  of  respect.  “  i’m  surprised  she  finally  had  the  balls  to  say  something  about  nabi  ,  let  alone  it  be  something  like  wanting  you  to  know  about  her  ,  “  the  woman  laughed  breathily,  the  words  bitter  when  it  came  to  the  memories  responsible  for  separating  nabi  from  what  could’ve  been  a  better  future.  

                   “  but  whatever  :  yeah  ,  i  left  because  i  got  pregnant  ,  and  it  really  wasn’t  gonna  do  you—   neither  of  us  any  good  to  try  and  raise  a  kid.  y’know  how  people  saw  us,  we  wouldn’t  have  made  it  with  a  kid  in  the  mix  ,  i  barely  even  made  it.  “    justice  wasn’t  proud  of  the  areas  where  she  slacked  as  a  mother,  aware  of  her  shortcomings  and  the  possibilities  nabi  could  have  in  the  care  of  someone  else.  

so, very much in the process of moving accounts but i’ve yet to finish the new account ( cry ! ). 

however, i realized i’m taking an incredibly long time so i will probably start knocking out replies to keep threads moving but then the next reply will (hopefully) be from the new blog.

                    warmth flowed from fingertips brushing against glowing skin, a tremble eupting over the surface as lips parted in astonishment from the gesture. mind unable to procure any thought — muddled — daeho’s eyes fluttered open to fall on the hazel eyes able to pierce through his chest with a simple glance. if this was the only moment granted to daeho — the only moment to confuse kiha’s actions in order to feed into his own delusions, to imagine kiha finally showing something other than being on the defense — daeho wanted to keep his eyes closed and live in the moment, if only for a short while. kiha was relaxed, languid in his motions : a hair fallen astray from the others was brushed sweetly back in place. daeho could only come back to reality after the tips of kiha’s fingers traced the curve of his ear before pulling away.

                                                                               the moment was gone.

                   daeho breathed in, trying to remember the moment in all ways his senses would allow him, before he breathed out — and everything was back to normal. words flowed from kiha’s mouth : sass and denial, the two things seeming to always taint the small amounts of warmth kiha would allow for him & endlessly create a barrier around kiha against daeho. it’s okay, it’ll all be okay — it was a mantra daeho found himself reciting any time he felt the divide between him and kiha a little more, a little harder, than usual. patience … was necessary, and even though daeho was able to smile, able to joke and dismiss back to back, it didn’t lessen how much it sucked to know he would have to wait. 

though he thought to himself that he didn’t want to lie to justice, he was having horrible anxiety over the fact that he’d given her his name and talked with nabi about where he grew up, giving justice dots to connect and possibly figure out that it was him. luckily, each time the anxiety started to really build, nabi drew him out of it though all her questions only were giving more hints. “not exactly..” before he could continue though, justice had chimed in, apart of kevin was thankful but also, the anxiety was creeping back in. he was starting to wish he had just stayed outside and looked at them from afar, but he’d always been a straightforward person. it usually came back to bite him somehow. kevin watched as justice ushered nabi to the back, leaving himself and justice alone in the front, which made him nervous. before she notices him watching, kevin pretends to look at flowers on display, however when she speaks he swore his face went white and his stomach dropped. he knew from her tone that she knew, and kevin couldn’t deny it to her. after everything, he couldn’t do that to her. it may have been a long time ago, but he once swore that he’d never lie to her. kevin inhales, gathering his courage to face all of this because once he confirmed it, he didn’t know how everything would go. his gaze turns to justice, and slowly he pulls down his mask to reveal his face that was still the same kevin just … a bit older. “…hey, jus.” nervously, he chewed on his lip, waiting to see how she’d react, how all of this was going to play out.

                  “  hey  ?  “  justice  wasn’t  sure  how  to  feel  :  was  it  was  relief  and  solace  trying  to  ease  the  tension  from  her  body,  from  kevin  finally  knowing  of  nabi’s  existence  ?  OR  was  it  anger  and  distress  pooling  in  the  tips  of  her  fingers  at  the  idea  of  someone  telling  kevin  about  nabi  and  the  young  girl  having  no  idea  the  customer  she’d  been  chatting  up  had  been  the  man  she  always  wondered  about,  but  knew  not  to  display  any  curiosity  for.  “  it  seems  redunant  to  be  like  ‘  why’re  you  here  ?  ‘  at  this  point.  “  the  woman  was  trying  to  piece  together  how  to  handle  the  situation,  pen  clicking  within  her  hand  in  time  with  the  beats  of  her  heart.  

                                                                          —

                    overhead  announcements  and  people  bustling  through  the  walkway  to  punctually  make  their  flight,  the  assistant  professor  could  feel  the  minuscule  bubbles  of  regret  plaguing  his  mind  from  booking  a  flight  with  an  overlay.  the  sunset  was  mellowing  out  into  a  deep  blue,  the  night  time  hours  making  an  appearance  though  it  did  nothing  to  lessen  the  airport’s  activity.  however,  the  noise  of  the  airport  wasn’t  the  only  thing  disturbing  the  music  playing  on  low  through  sihwan’s  headphones.  as  if  to  prove  a  point,  lightning  struck  at  that  moment.  rain  seemed  to  be  obstructing  flights,  pushing  them  later  into  the  night,  from  some  of  the  words  sihwan  could  catch  from  the  overhead  monitors.

                   a  few  people  were  beginning  to  set  up  to  sleep  for  the  night,  sihwan’s  guess  their  plane  was  one  of  the  last  planes  or  an  early  flight  following  the  sunrise.  for  him:  there  was  one  last  flight  to  go.  his  fingers  didn’t  slow,  undeterred  by  his  surroundings  but  sihwan  noticed  jittery  behavior  a  few  seats  down  from  his  own.  his  eyes  couldn’t  help  sparing  a  few  glances  every  so  often.  there  were  a  few  empty  seats  between  the  two,  and  sihwan  was  debating  on  speaking  up  although  he  hadn’t  reached  his  personal  goal  of  papers  to  grade  during  his  overlay.  a  sigh  signified  he’d  already  made  his  choice,  hand  reaching  up  to  remove  an  earphone  before  leaning  over  to  alert  the  other  he  was  trying  to  get  their  attention.

when  his  mother  woke  him  up  with  a  surprise  to  meet  the  female  he  had  been   admiring  for  quite  some time  ,  he  was  surprised  to  say  the  least  .  he  is  aware  of  the  connection  his  parents have  and  too  often things  are  easier  for  them  to  get  but  ,  he  didn’t  expect  their  influence  to  reach  this  level  .  he  was  more than  contented  to  meet  the   other  in  person  and  have  a  signed  picture  .  going  on  an  actual  date  with  him  is  a  plot  twist  he  welcomes  with  his  whole  heart  .  of  course  what  he  feels  for  the  other  may  be  just  superficial  or  a  simple  phase  but  ,  hey  the  chance  is  here  so  he  might  as  well  enjoy  it  . it’s  uncertain  what  got  the  female  interested  in  him  but ,  whatever  it  may be  he  hopes  to  have  it  intact  until  he  fully  reeled  the  female  in  .  though  he  won’t  claim  to  be  an  underdog  since  there’s  a  fair  amount of  woman  who  does  want  to  date  him  but  ,  it’s  safe  to say  that  the  female  is  a  little  bit  out  of  his  league  .  what  carries  him  is  his  last  name  and  the  money   that  it  stands  on  .  unlike  with  the  female  who’s  mere  name  holds  such  an  impact  .  “  you’re  not  that  bad  ”  he  shyly  comments  with  a  subtle  smile  on  his  lips  .   “  well  ,  even  i   am  surprised  that  you  actually  went  out  with  me  .  didn’t  thought  you’d  be interested  to  a  fan  ”  he  adds  .  “  to  be  honest  ,  i’m  quite  nervous  .  i  don’t  normally  go  on  dates  so  if  i’m  boring  you  .  i’m  sorry  .  ”

                    perfectly  manicured  nails  taping  against  the  glass  surface  of  her  drink,  yookyung  let  out  a  laugh  at  the  defense  —  she  couldn’t  tell  if  she  giggled  because  she  wasn’t  used  to  people  genuinely  defending  her  behavior  or  the  fact  nathan  was  genuinely  defending  her  behavior.  many  were  too  scared  to  be  honest  about  yookyung’s  exhausting  antics  and  hid  behind  the  pacifying  words  of  ‘  oh,  you’re  not  that  bad  ‘or  ‘  it  could  be  worse  ‘,  in  an  attempt  to  save  either  themselves  from  yookyung’s  bitchiness  or  their  own  careers.  regardless,  the  honesty  naïvety  was  new  for  yookyung  and  she  couldn’t  express  well  with  words  how  it  made  her  feel.  

kris snorts at the response from the smiling other as the made their way to take a seat across from him. holding bakc an eyeroll from the wink. simply nodding his head in response. right the kid was well, a kid and was taking classes…yeah couldn’t be kris in this situation which seems laughable at this point to be even thinking about such the possibility. how kris could have had the normal life and go through with college and have some sort of job working from nine to five but instead he was…well, he was where he was. then again he never really had the most simplistic life now did he? “i’m good, thanks” he replied softly as he watched the other grab a waitress to order a drink. he didn’t judge it too much, he knows far to many rich socialites and such always like to indulge in a drink at such a time. some would even give a puff of smoke. then again, when he was closer to the other’s age he himself did some wild stuff so who is he to jduge right?

a small smirk of amusement briefly was shown on the male’s face while hearing the comment and shrugged “that wouldn’t be fun now would it?” kris did have questions yes because well shit this is going to be a bit long of a mission now would it be? he still found the kid to be annoying but he couldn’t deny the curiosity that was within him and did do a little research work himself  and the work he found was…interesting to say the least. apparently he is the son of a wealthy heir of some kind, being the only child for beomseok -a name that came up alot with some previous missions he had taken on, so he wasn’t too unfamiliar with such name but never took too much time of reasearch since it was just a name connection-. yet there wasn’t much information of this kid, yes there is but something is being hidden up and kris could tell. when it comes to the rich folk, they have something hiding in their closest. eventually those skeletons come tumbling out eventually

“aside from the obvious of what my exact role would be…you have a mission right? no doubt involving with your father and his shady shit but something doesn’t seem right” he replied. leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand while he stared at the younger “what’s some shit that is hidden from the formal documents i should know about?”

                   nodding  his  head  along,  yoonoh  laughed  at  kris  immediately  asking  for  the  reason  behind  this  mission.  he  really  never  let  yoonoh  have  any  fun,  did  he  ?  clearing  his  throat,  yoonoh  sat  up  straight  and  pulled  a  folder  out  from  his  book  bag,  placing  it  in  the  middle  of  the  table.  the  contents  of  the  folder  mattered  most  to  yoonoh,  soul  feeling  almost  bared  placing  the  delicacy  in  the  public’s  view  to  be  judged  &  scrutinized.  “  as  i  expected,  you’re  curious  to  know  why  i  would  be  aiming  at  my  own  father’s  throat  —  ah,  sounds  like  something  from  the  movies,  doesn’t  it  ?  “  his  tone  was  nonchalant  despite  yoonoh  having  doubts  on  whether  or  not  the  other  would  be  willing  to  side  with  him.  it  meant  EVERYTHING  for  kris  to  be  on  yoonoh’s  side,  the  playing  card  completing  his  hand.

                  “  all  yours  questions  ?  within  the  folder.  if  this  were  normal  circumstances,  i’d  let  you  keep  the  folder  but  …  you  can  only  for  now  until  further  notice,  “  yoonoh  explained,  giving  a  slight  shrug  of  his  shoulders  and  an  small  apologizing  smile.  it  was  simply  pleasantries  as  in  reality,  there  was  nothing  for  him  to  apologize.  the  contents  inside  the  folder  placed  his  own  self  at  a  disadvantage  and  kris  should  know  better  than  most,  what  having  information  —  such  as  what  was  hiding  on  the  inside  —  to  be  exposed  to  the  public’s  eye.  

there  are  a  lot  of  words that  can  be  used  to  describe  him  ,  but  stupid  isn’t  one  of  them  .  at  times  he  often  appears  disinterested  but  it’s  only  an  act  .  the  more  people  think  he  doesn’t  care  about  what  goes on  around  him  ,  the   more  comfortable  they’ll  be  talk  even  with  his  presence  .  one  may  say  that  he  is  a  very  good  fly  on  the  wall  .  the  amount  of  secret  he  has  against  other  people  is  truly  a  game  changer  . in  one  swift  move ,  he  can  easily  turn  the  cards  on   anyone  ,  even  her  .  nathan  is  such  a  tender  boy .  if  he  finds  out  that  his  little  girlfriend  was  hired  by  their  parents  ,  he would  surely  lose  it  .  quite  frankly  he’d  love  to  see  it  but  , he’ll  wait  .  wait  until  he’s  so  in  love  with  her  that  his  revelation  will  push  him  to  the  edge  . “  if  you  are  that  cheap  and  consider  being  bought  as  triumph  for  the  buyer  ,  then  sure  ”  he  nods  .  with  years  of  getting  disregarded  and  talked  down  on  ,  he  grew  quite  a  thick  skin  .  it  takes  a  lot  for  him  to  get  offended  or  be  hurt  . in  fact  , he  misses  getting  hurt  .  at  time  he  finds  himself  personally  seeking  for  it  only  to  be  disappointed  .  he  became  so  numb  that  no  one  can  hurt  him  anymore  ,  not  even  the  things  that  used  to  make  him  cry  at  night  .  perhaps  it’s  the  reason  why  he’s  inserting  himself  in  the  narrative  .  his  life  had  gotten  rather  quite  boring  .  his  need  to  feel  something  had  become  rather  consuming  . “  don’t  be  too  cocky  princess  ,  i  have  all  the  aces  in  this  game  ”  an  eerie  smile  forms  on  his  lips  .  evidently  something  sinister  resonating  behind  it  .   “  anyway  ,  i  didn’t   come  here  to  exchange  pleasantries .  i’m  here  to   propose  something  that   would  benefit  us  .  ”

                  yookyung  giggled  —  cheap  wasn’t  the  usual  term  used  to  describe  goh  yookyung,  especially  her  tendencies.  the  insult  only  raised  the  quirk  in  her  smile,  feeling  way  more  entertained  and  delighted  to  see  where  this  was  going  to  go.  people  always  whispered  behind  yookyung’s  back  (  mainly  because  who  would  be  bold  enough  to  expose  one  of  korea’s  it  girls  ?  ),  but  lo  and  behold,  leave  it  to  nixon  to  not  fear  the  consequences  of  anything.  there  was  a  reason  she  wused  to  be  fond  of  him,  allowing  him  to  be  one  of  the  only  ones  she  was  willing  to  play  around  with.  

                  “  if  you  knew  how  much,  cheap  isn’t  the  word  you’d  use  to  describe  my  price,  “  she  hummed,  heading  tilting  to  the  side  as  yookyung  checked  her  nails  momentarily.  “  aces  ?  “  yookyung  repeated,  eyebrow  piquing  with  curiosity.  it  seemed  the  other  had  cards  up  his  sleeve  yookyung  knew  nothing  about  from  his  words,  his  confidence,  and  it  only  bettered  the  playing  ground  for  the  game.  to  say  yookyung  was  interested  would  be  a  bit  of  an  understatement.  though,  there  were  always  necessities  when  talking  terms  with  yookyung,  and  she  had  a  feeling  nixon  wasn’t  talking  about  anything  concerning  funding  her  bank.

   – ❛ oh honey, ❜ kiha exclaimed, condescending. pearly white teeth shone in a perfectly sculpted smile, the same fake mask that looked the prettiest on his features. the same one that was betrayed by the dangerous glint shining in the corners, razor-sharp. ❛ nobody gets to the top by being friendly or talented. don’t be naive. ❜ the soloist ruffled daeho’s hair as if the other was a little child. it was a power move. one to place the young trainee in the corner he had designed as the antagonist. would daeho ever break free from such a place? kiha’s smile grew. he would not make it any easy. ❛ toughen up or you will be swallowed whole, ❜ he advised, a quick wink sent daeho’s way.

   kiha ran a hand through his hair. locks of dark hair were messed up slightly as he looked away. daeho’s bright caramel hues were too much of something he would rather not deal with. but the truth was, kiha would have left if he had wanted to. staying in here wasn’t him complying with daeho’s wishes. ❛ i have a comeback track to get back to but i guess i can squeeze some time in for you, ❜ he shrugged, nonchalance as fake as the calm expression he forced on features already hidden by dark glasses.

   with one last look at the young man, kiha let out a snort and made his way outside, waving his hand in a sign of victory. ❛ don’t make me waste my time, kid. ❜ and he left without turning back. there was no need. a prodigious mind blessed with good memory had daeho’s lines and dips stored in his mind. that and his voice and the resplendence bathing his figure when he danced, commanding the audience’s attention in ways that made kiha worry. that boy had to be destroyed, but the singer couldn’t fool himself. he didn’t want to be the one to step on the seed until it was crushed under his weight.

                                   ––––––––––––

   …what kiha hadn’t expected, was the amount of sheer stupidity that would follow the next days. more often than it should be wise, daeho sent him texts of things that made no sense. kiha would curse and toss the phone away, getting back to it a few hours later only to find more useless images. 

         ✉ stupid kid » if you have so much free time to engage in texting, my guess is you are not practicing hard enough to pass out from sheer exhaustion.

         ✉ stupid kid » remember i said you ought to not waste my time.

                    daeho  knew  there  were  other  things  to  occupy  his  time  …  well,  there  were  things  he  needed  to  do  but  the  deadline  for  said  things  wasn’t  creeping  upon  him  by  far.  that’s  why  instead  of  being  proactive  (  something  that  would  be  entirely  beneficial  for  himself  ),  he  was  wasting  time  with  his  eyes  glued  to  his  phone,  spamming  the  newest  contact  in  his  phone  with  memes  &  content  he  absolutely  found  funny.  regardless  of  the  content  being  relatable  or  relevant,  there  seemed  to  be  no  limits  when  it  came  to  daeho  sending  messages  to  kiha  with  the  intentions  to  get  a  reply  back  remotely  resembling  being  entertained.

                   currently,  daeho  was  doing  just  that,  waiting  for  a  message  from  the  other  to  become  the  highlight  of  his  day  :  daeho  obviously  making  kiha  smile  at  his  phone  because  he  had  some  sort  of  humor.  today  seemed  to  not  be  that  day,  incoming  messages  from  kiha  only  discouraging  his  behavior  and  redirecting  it  to  be  more  useful.

                   to  kim  kiha  :  not  exactly  to  pass  out  …  but  u  also  have  to  take  breaks  bc  having  a  mental  crisis  so  early  on  is  only  going  to  damage  ur  career  also  

                   to  kim  kiha  :  i’m  trying  to  make  u  laugh.  how  is  that  wasting  ur  time?  

with the drive out to the heart of seoul, the car ride was silent and not filled with much awkward small talk. this made the car ride be more smooth and eventually, they had arrived to the destination. with the confirmation from the male on his other side that they were here. hyungwon nodding his had at the confirmation and slipped out from the car. assuring his driver that he can wait for him when they are finished. he turned to make sure the dancer was following suit with getting out of the car and when they were, hyungwon made his way forward towards the entrance of the restaurant. was the place closing up? probably, considering the time they had arrived it was at the nick of time for closing so yes, baby boy was correct but what the dancer fails to realize that with great power…comes with privileges

“don’t worry about it” 

that was all hyungwon had replied to the bleach blonde male as he entered inside. holding out the door for the other to come inside. once both in, he made his way up front. head bowing slightly at one of the very few employee’s that was still inside who had come up to them with an apologetic smile 

“i’m sorry but we-”

“i would like to have something to eat please”

the confused look on the poor soul was obvious. the fake smile present as they tried to confirm that the were at closing time, to come back tomorrow. hyungwon held in a sigh as he simply blinked his eyes at the person “i don’t think your manager would have an issue with me coming in to eat” hyungwon replied softly but despite the softness in his tone…there was a bit of edge to his comment. one that felt a tad bit cold in contrast to how he was speaking. tilting his head to the side, he stared as the confusion on the employee on what to do was shown by the darting yes and nervous rubbing of their hands. nodding his head slightly as a way to instruct the other to go and talk with the manager 

“tell him mister chae is here to enjoy the food”  

                    eyes  shifting  back  and  forth  between  mr.  chae  and  the  employee  struggling  to  get  out  the  restaurant  was  closing,  the  feeling  of  being  a  bother  incited  a  stir  of  discomfort  at  the  pit  of  chanhee’s  stomach.  this  was  why  chanhee  tried  insisting  on  calling  earlier  :  who  wanted  to  be  the  customers  showing  up  minutes  before  closing  ?  his  fingers  twiddled  amongst  themselves,  the  dancer  —  taking  the  few  moments  mr.  chae  called  for  the  manager  —  worked  on  placating  his  breathing  and  mind.  despite  his  worries,  the  concerns  were  out  of  chanhee’s  hand,  handled  immediately  by  mr.  chae.  next  thing  chanhee  knew,  the  two  were  being  seated  at  a  secluded  table  in  the  back,  being  personally  handed  menus  by  the  manager  themself  as  they  were  apologizing  profusely  for  the  earlier  complication.

                                       things  were  different  when  you  had  money  and  power.                            the  only  complication  earlier  had  been  the  two  coming  so  late.

letting out a light chuckle, he rubs the nape of his neck, “i can’t show up empty handed, but i do want to take her out to dinner or try cooking for her myself. however, i’m not the best with other kind of gifts, material things..” he was the type of person that if you wanted a certain type of gift, you likely needed to tell him. not that he was bad at buying gifts, he tried to put thought into them and he always believed the thought is what counts most anyway. kevin’s gaze shifts to the younger girl, his nerves hitting him all over again at her question. “texas, mostly.” where he had been born and lived until he was fourteen, then moved to new york where he’d really made all his friends, and eventually, justice. kevin hesitated for a moment to answer her, debating with himself on how to answer her. “… oh uh, yeah, today.” he snaps out of his little trance to answer the latter, “it’s kevin.” he really hoped that she would overlook it, because he wasn’t going to lie about his name for later down the road purposes. “and the number is five-four-three seven-one-seven-one.” mentally, he was glad they were in korea because if she had asked for his number in america, it was still the same from when they were dating. 

                   fingers  stopping  in  the  midst  of  scribbling  down  the  information  in  the  top  right  corner  of  her  notebook,  justice  couldn’t  help  but  look  up.  head  tilted  &  eyes  squinting  to  inspect  the  man  once  more,  dots  were  struggling  to  connect  in  order  to  clear  the  image  trying  to  form  in  justice’s  mind.  “  kevin  and  from  texas  …  the  odds  are  definitely  not  in  my  favor  if  you  two  are  one  in  the  same  …  “  trailing  off  to  continue  writing  off  the  phone  number  only  parts  of  her  memory  could  recall,  justice’s  eyes  seemed  to  return  repeatedly  to  the  stranger  who  felt  too  familiar.  tip  of  the  pen  resting  in  between  her  teeth,  the  flower  shop  owner  could  only  hum  as  she  returned  to  her  seat  behind  the  desk.

                   “  ah,  did  korea  come  after  texas  ?  did  you  meet  your  girlfriend  here,  mr.  kevin  ?  “  again,  nabi  was  questioning  the  customers  despite  jichul  and  justice’s  multiple  words  on  plenty  of  occasions  to  try  and  discourage  her  from  doing  so.  except,  this  time  her  continuous  questioning  helped  a  light  bulb  go  off  in  justice’s  head.  disbelief  —  justice  was  struggling  to  come  to  terms  with  the  image  of  a  long  lost  love  clearing  up  in  her  head,  gaze  shifting  nervously  between  nabi  and  kevin.  justice  might’ve  been  a  bit  dense  and  quite  the  expert  in  ignoring  the  elephant  in  the  room  but  playing  ignorant  to  the  customer’s  identity  was  another  subject.

                   “  hey  …  nab,  baby,  go  in  the  back  and  see  if  chul  needs  help  …  “  words  failing  to  come  out  as  more  than  a  mumble,  justice  rose  from  her  seat,  eager  to  get  nabi  to  leave  the  room  before  confronting  the  other.  the  little  girl  was  quick  to  try  and  protest  but  at  justice’s  jab  towards  the  back  room  and  her  face  falling  flat,  nabi’s  complaints  stopped  midway  before  she  trudged  away,  doing  what  she  was  told.