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muses are serving in the military together.

male is listening intently as she goes on and on about her day, though suho isn't one to react he made sure to make small nods of his head just to prove he was listening to each one until one stopped him in his tracks — deep stare on display as she continues, he's not going to allow her to gloss over that one. hearing her question his look, he finally returns his gaze as he lets out a less than amused scoff. "what do you mean what?" hand tightens it's grip on her own as he pulls her towards him, eyes narrowing down at his smaller counterpart. "why would he follow you? did you not say no to begin with when he asked for your number?" spoken through gritted teeth, he's trying not to alarm her with how much anger is currently bubbling inside at the thought of someone else following her, touching her — asking for her number. "who was it? what does he look like, eunji?"

she was still walking before feeling herself be tugged back by the vice grip on her hand, turning to look up at the now brooding male. as eunji was tugged back, she almost bumped into suho with just how close he had pulled her. "of course i said no!" her response was small, looking up at him and feeling moved by his intense glare. 'aw,' she thought, 'he really does like me!'. she moved a hand to cup his face, trying to soothe the five stages of anger and distress suho seemed to be going through, not paying attention to the bystanders scoffing at the couple who had stopped in the middle of the street to have this... weirdly... romantic (eunji thought) moment. "i'm okay, look!" she held up her hand, not being able to free the other just yet. "unscathed. it was just annoying. i didn't ask his name, i was trying to get away from him, not get his attention any more than i did." hand moved to fush hair out from his face. "but, i don't know. dark hair, kinda tall. he had one of those reflective yellow jackets and a white hat on. i really wasn't looking! i only have eyes for you, you know." she tried to soothe one more, rubbing the pad of her thumb against his cheek. "come on, it's cold." trying to tug him to walk with her with her other hand, hoping to alleviate the foot traffic they'd caused.

moonbyul begs to differ, there's always someone lurking around some corner — just waiting for the day she slips up enough to be taken over. if he father ever found out what they really are to each other, everything would be taken away from her — including seojun. "you can never be too careful, i told you not to come in here. everyone thinks we hate each other, seojun. why would you be in my office?" femme whispers out in a panicked state, scoff emitting her lips to his attempt at a bribe. raises her voice slightly for any on-listeners around. "you're utterly pathetic, you know that?" eyes look at their surroundings, a wink made in his direction as a formal agreement if he argues with her now she's agreeing to dinner. "do you have something valuable to say, or are you going to continue to waste my time?"

seojun was near to tears at moonbyul's words, had it not been for her playful wink during her berating. he wasn't too quick at thinking on his feet however, seojun wasn't expecting her to want an argument there and then. but, he figured it was only fair—he did waltz into her office unannounced like it was nothing. "y-...you...," a brief pause come from him, looking around his immediate area for anything that could help him. "you stole my coffee cup this morning!" pathetic. "you keep taking it. are you nearly out of money or something? why do you have to prey on your poor employees belongings all the time?" his voice raising to meet hers, "everyone, look! look at your director who keeps stealing!" he pointed to her assistant, the array of trinkets she had on her desk—it was like walking into a charity shop. "careful, you. you might be out of cat statues if you don't lock them away," he turned away from her and back to moonbyul. "stroke of luck if that happens." he said under his breath. "do we need to band together and donate a cup to you or something?"

scoffs at the ridiculousness of her claims that he may have thought about this previously, eyes rolling in a much more playful manner. "hold on, you're the one that asked the question but i'm the weirdo for giving my answer actual thought?" can't help but mull over the idea, a chuckle escaping his chest as she begins to explain further. "two hundred thousand dollars? okay well that's a lot of money for a man like me, it'd be quick and as painless as possible— also from a distance since i like you, i wouldn't actually want to kill you." hum vibrates back of his throat as he thinks it over, coming to a very quick and logical conclusion. "gunshot to the head, like sniper from a distance style— that way you don't suffer and it's quick, money's mine. done." a shrug of his shoulders, eyes narrowing as she begins her other scenario. "the only thing that would make me want to kill anyone would be hurting my little sister— if you hurt her then... it'd be up close and personal." leaves it there for the moment, the mere thought of something happening to yoomi enough to boil his blood.

"well, jeez, i guess that makes it alright then!" jodie rattled on, still unbelievably shocked at the sheer speed it took jeonghoon to answer her hypothetical question. her attention was lost on the movie now as she was facing the other male, listening to him mull on and rolling her eyes playfully when he mentioned actually liking her. she was sure the antagonists of the movies she watched liked their victims to a point—at least enough to stalk them. it's not like you do that to someone you hate. "...how nice," she half laughed, crossing her legs over his outstretched pair. "you know, you could've said you don't have it in you to hurt or kill me. that would've been a better answer." pushing her hair behind her, attention caught as he spoke so fondly of his sister and her safety. "chill out," she laughed and kept her smile warm now. "your sister is fine, i'm not about to pull out a ghostface mask and hunt her down." jodie joked, although give his current reaction, she figured that wasn't such a good idea. changing the subject, "how is she anyway?"

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jeonghoon's kept to his own side of her bed for the duration of the movie— always on edge when he's not working for fear of allowing someone to get too close only to be upset by how not often he's able to be around for them. brows furrow as she turns back to face him whilst he's leaning back against the headboard, takes a minute before he responds. "how would i kill you?" can't help the chuckle in absurdity, though he can't argue there's never a dull moment in the other's presence. "i think it'd depend on why i'd have to kill you first— did you do something wrong? is someone paying me? i think i need some context first."

jodie rolled so she was on her back, leaning against her elbows to look at jeonghoon, eyebrows raised at his response. she wasn't expecting so much thought to be behind it, at most she was expecting a fleeting comment about how she wouldn't survive to be the final girl and stumble at the first hurdle, or that he'd use some quick and painless method to kill her—not if he was a hitman, or if she was guilty of a crime. "h-have you thought about this before...?" she was teasing him, and avoiding a scoff of a laugh from dripping from her. "give me your answer for both. say you'd been paid two hundred thousand dollars to kill me... how are you gonna do it? and say i," jodie paused to think, wondering what she could've done that would be worthy of him killing her. "i don't actually know what would make you want to kill me—but anything. how are you doing it then?" the girl asked, interested in the conversation now, having used the question just to see if he was still paying attention with her.

by CLYReading