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( She went and gathered a few drinks, even snagging a bottle of Soju before making her way back to Himchan and holding out his drink. “I made it myself, and I got Soju.” She smirked… )

he couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, a nod following after. “reassurance is always the best y’know.” he replied effortlessly and reached over to grab his own phone in the cup holder. the night was going to be interesting. especially with his partner in crime beside him and himchan nodded, exiting the car soon after. he peered over the darkness, taking in a breath of fresh air. it was nice, the breeze and hitting the lock button on his keys a few time he slipped them into his pocket. there was no time to ponder as a familiar hand took his and himchan eventually followed samantha inside. it was lit, music blasting against walls and crowds blocking just the front of the entrance. 

it was a few seconds in and after observing the place did himchan hear the other’s voice. he nodded, not quite sure what she already had in mind before watching the smaller one dive into the crowd. drinks was all he heard in the loud room and that was all he needed to be satisfied. plus with the amount of people that was in sight, intoxication was surely something both of them would enjoy. besides it was all about drunken mistakes that let to memories and fun. at that he recalled his first encounter with sam and an amused scoff was against his throat. what can he say — he was her knight and shining armor. he laughed, knowing the look of disbelief that would run across her face at those words and averted his attention back to the main crowd before him.

things were already wild, a few make out sessions already putting on a show for him as a familiar voice grabbed his attention quick after. ‘that was fast.” himchan mumbled and glanced at the bottle in the other’s hand. he laughed, of course samantha would be able to pull that off. “should i even bother asking what’s in it?” he questioned and grabbed the drink that was offered to him. either way they were probably going to get wasted, or half-wasted.

Sam looked around the crowd and shook her head. “It was too earlier and too big of a party to be doing some of what the people were doing as she took a sip of her own drink. “I am small and can slip in and out of the crowd faster than you ever could.” She shook her head about the glass he was holding. “No just drink up, you don’t want to know what it is. The Soju on the other hand is unopened.” She said before opening her own bottle. “Or it was.” She clicked her bottle against his before taking back a swig. “So why are you so worried about what you look like? You are pretty, and when someone is drunk I am sure you will look even prettier for them. no surprises in the morning for them, maybe for you.” She teased shaking her head before poking his cheek.

She sighed at the crowd, already finding them boring before looking around. “Come on.” She said taking his wrist and dragging him after her towards the back of the house. Someone around here had to be smoking, it was a party, and if no one was getting high she would be highly disappointed. She stopped in her tracks smelling a familiar smell, a smile coming unto her rose colored lips, and once more dragging her friend towards the source of it. Sure drinking was fun, but hangovers were a bitch and Sam personally hated them. So she got high most of the time when she partied, and no more hangovers. She pushed opened the door and made her way into the dimly lit smoky room on the porch, flashed a smile as she made her in, sitting down on a bench, leaving room for Himchan.

As the party picked up and chatter filled the whole house, the tailor was left to speak with the female he had met a couple of events ago - she was adopted or so he remembered gossip being like, but generally someone you could kill time with exchanging words. “Indeed I made the dress for her some time ago - it was meant for another event, but she held onto it for tonight. She is rather calculating and does wish for the gossipers to have something to speak of once the night was through.” Woobin was used to his mother thinking ten to fifteen steps ahead, never ever letting someone else ruin her good name and honour as her beloved dead husband nearly would have. Although a open and loving family, the Kim’s were also apart of nobility and needed to keep up certain standards in order to push forward towards the centuries to come without anyone else destroying the good name and house they have built.

“It is actually rather flattering to see so many wear my clothes - makes me think a clothing line would be a next logical step.“ There was a side glance from his mother as if she was telling him to stop speaking of such thoughts as the female didn’t see a reason to turn his tailor house into a fashion house. It was the first touching stone between them where one wanted to push forwards while the other wished for things to simply be frozen in time and finally see her beloved son be married off to the right female. Instead of lingering on his thoughts or the rather angered look of his mother, the noble vampire decided to keep on conversing with the other only his back a bit turned towards the two conversing mothers.

“Well I would wear anything you made into a line.” She said before shifting her gaze towards her mom, who seemed lost in conversation before shaking her head and sipping from her glass. She turned back to her host and nodded. “Well how can you come to an event hosted by your mother and not wear one of your designs?” She flashed a smile up at him before looking down at her dress and nodded. “Yes. My mom got it for me, she wanted to have me fitted properly, because well as you just said more curves, but I was sick so she did the best she could. I love it.” She nodded before flushing and shaking her head. “No not the bell of the ball. I am just the one that sticks out, the blonde foreigner, but in reality even though I don’t look Korean, I am Korean, legally. My parents adopted me, I have their last name, I was raised her, speak the language, went to school here, yet I still get treated like I don’t belong.” She pouted slightly. 

starring: @pxsamantha

[ sms: sammy ] sammmy 

[ sms: sammy ] free for lunch today? 

Chohee texted, body reclining on the couch of her apartment as she stared up at the ceiling, awaiting Samantha’s reply. Fiddling with the usb between her fingers, ears perking up at the soft flow of music filling her apartment, chohee waited patiently. 

She remembered her first time meeting Samantha – the two had bumped into each other at one of chohee’s favorite coffeeshops, her dark milky latte spilling onto the blonde’s creamy white shirt. Only the two somehow had managed to laugh it off, chohee offering to treat the woman to dinner while lending the other her jean-jacket to be worn as a make-shift top. 

From then on, it was as if the foreigner had established a connection with her – one made through chohee’s mistake. And for chohee, one more friend was always wanted, especially such a beautifully exotic one at that. Only what made it all the more beneficial was that Samantha worked at Timeturner inc. and as a secretary no less. Sure, it was only for the cover organization, but regardless it meant that she had access to their network. That chohee could use it as a method of getting in – accessing classified intel that would be needed to finish her missions. 

[sms: choo] yes please. [sms: choo] save me!

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himchan pulled the car into park and glanced at the darkened streets as the music of his radio lingered smoothly in the background. “it seems fun.” he spoke, amused as brown orbs gazed across the house up ahead. it was evident from the outside that a party was happening; overcrowded, there were people outside, on the lawns, the music was also fairly loud, bouncing through the walls of the house and cars were parked up against the side of the roads. it was going to be fun, himchan could tell and he glanced over to his partner, eyes drawing to the blue ones. “ready?” he questioned her.

parties were how they spent their weekends together, both connected to the crowds that enjoyed getting up to some trouble; and it was how himchan even met samantha.

they were each others party buddies and that automatically turned them into food-buddies as well. though, what he enjoyed about the other female was that she was just as spontaneous as his own self. neither of them truly knew what they were getting into, for now for example – though there were a couple of familiar faces at this party, most were strangers that by the end of the night would probably become something more – if himchan felt like it. he then reached over to unbuckle his seat, and turned off the engine to his car.

it was nearly midnight but knowing that neither of them had a curfew, and that they could easily sleepover at each other’s house, nothing was a worry. “tell me honestly though, do i look good?” he teased, eyes focusing on the small mirror attached to his car as fingers lousily ran through his hair.

Sam loved to party, the loud music, the free drinks, the free drugs, lots of pretty faces to flirt with, which lead to a few hookups, but also meant being groped at times she didn’t want, that is how she met the male beside her, he rescued her a guy who had one too many to drink and had tried to drag her away from the crowd, which she hadn’t been interested in doing so with that guy. In came Himchan pretending to be her friend, claiming he had looked everywhere for her, and that if wanted to go get food she needed to leave, to which she exclaimed happily that she was ready to, even calling him Oppa to get the other to let her go. She grabbed Himchan’s arm as if she knew him forever and bounded out of the house, she thanked him and than asked if he wanted to really get some food, her treat of course, and when he said yes the bound was formed.

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taekwoon was unable to hide the smirk as he watched the blonde exclaim her surprise, flailing about and almost dropping the book she was holding. it certainly brought the vampire’s more playful side to the surface, the one which would soon be contemplating just how far he could take things with the beautiful blue-eyed babe. said babe was currently looking wide-eyed at him, obviously trying to figure out how to deal with his polite persistence. taekwoon himself merely glanced down at the female, smirk now a sweet smile and almost revealing the perfect row of teeth behind full lips.

silence fell between them the moment she tilted her head slightly, studying his features. taekwoon remained patient, as he often was, and simply blinked at her - doing some ogling of his own. she had slightly curly hair, he noted. the kind unlike any he’d seen on other females. taekwoon tended to like woman with straight hair but there was something exotic and appealing about this female’s curly hair, he had to admit. she was about half a head shorter than he was, which only served to stroke taekwoon’s ego at knowing he was taller than a foreigner - nevermind that foreigner being a woman. 

the blonde’s lips were full, perhaps not as full as his but taekwoon held no preference for the shape of lips. her mouth was wider, which, taekwoon thought in slight amusement, was probably more important to notice. her jawline was pretty too, and her elegantly shaped eyebrows arched into the most delightful expressions. long eyelashes framed her sky blue eyes and taekwoon truly felt compelled to glance into those light orbs whenever he looked at her. they drew him in like a kid to candy; a kitten to milk. when she pursed her lips, her attention still on him, taekwoon’s own gaze fell to them - feeling momentarily distracted. then she shook her head, snapping taekwoon out of his reverie.

blinking away the daze, he watched as the female whose name he still didn’t know turned her attention back to the patiently waiting receptionist. taekwoon silently recommended the employee for her professionalism. as the words left those pretty lips, taekwoon felt like snorting but instead smirked, unable to keep that sweet smile for he was far too entertained. resting a hand atop the receptionist’s desk, taekwoon cocked his head to the side, dark eyes once more taking in the female’s lovely face. “adventure and fun hmm? i can provide, milady” he responded, a teasing twinkle in his eyes. “model son-in-law for the bothersome family, adventurous lover to satisfy the lady’s needs” 

at the mention of test driving, taekwoon let out a breathy laugh and lowered his head slightly. his shy nature came to the surface, his expression bashful for a moment before playfulness took over again. acknowledging the sidelong look she sent him, taekwoon briefly sucked in his lower lip - contemplating his next words - before speaking. “i suppose you’ll have to find out whether or not i am worth a life time of your mother’s cooking. i must say i’m a highly adaptable person. speak your wishes and they’re my command to perform to absolute perfection”

taekwoon’s gaze shifted, seeing the book being stowed away in the blonde’s bag. he could grab it and make a run for it but for one, he wasn’t a thief and two, this whole interaction had become way more interesting than obtaining that stupid book. the female spoke again as she turned away from the reception desk and taekwoon found himself amused once more, which in itself was quite a feat. twice he had almost been made to laugh, once he did and that all in the timespan of approximately half an hour. this woman had no idea how exceptional she truly was. not just witty and beautiful; she managed to draw the royal vampire’s true personality to to the surface which was almost unheard of.

“women never had much reason to turn me down” taekwoon said casually, only half joking. taekwoon wasn’t arrogant at all. his heritage allowed him to practically choose but taekwoon did not exactly enjoy that. he preferred the chase, to actually have to work for his earnings, whether they be monetary or otherwise. perhaps that was another reason why he felt intrigued by this strong, independent woman who didn’t fall into step with him easily. she didn’t give up, which taekwoon liked. and maybe, just maybe, taekwoon had a masochistic side he had yet to discover and explore. the woman grinned at him, trapping him and his intentions with her words. she was truly quick-witted and taekwoon couldn’t help it; he grinned back, almost laughing and eyes crinkling in amusement.

“maybe i really am trying to lure you into a date. would you be so against the proposition?” his expression smoothed back into a mischievous smirk, half hidden as he bit on his bottom lip. he was truly curious to her response. the thought of taking her out was surprising even to himself but he found he had absolutely no objections whatsoever. in fact, taekwoon almost hoped she would allow him to accompany her to wherever it was she was headed. as she presented him with raised eye brows and an obvious questioning gaze, taekwoon slowly stepped a little closer and held up his hand in a seemingly innocent gesture. “if you agree to let me accompany you, i will tell you my name” he will get to know hers too.

Sam could tell that when she had studied him, he had studied her, apparently taking in her features as she had done to him. It wasn’t the first time someone had looked at her like that, taking in her features, she was a rare site, well she was rare in the fact that she was Korean, spoke Korean, and looked like she was a foreigner. But she was always quick to point out that she was in fact Korean, legally, adopted by a Korean family, treated as any other Korean would be, except she had to use deodorant and no one else in her family did. She didn’t mind that she looked different, not anymore atleast. Her parents always called her their golden ocean, Because in a sea of people she stood out, blonde hair and big blue eyes.

Those features worked wonders as she got older, charming people, or fascinating them, or in some cases, more often than she liked to admit, it gave guys a chance to explore a fetish, being with a girl like her, atleast for a night or so.  They all had the same look in their eyes, or worse than one she was getting now, but atleast he had smiled, been polite, and apparently found her amusing. So she herself couldn’t help but smile as well. She had listened, and moved away from the reception desk before even talking anymore. So here she stood staring up at him, a chuckle on her lips as he stepped closer. “First don’t call me Milady, You aren’t courting me, so no need for formalities. Second, a model son-in-law, atleast the one my parents have in mind is..” She paused to look him up and down before tilting her head. “Isn’t adventurous or fun, they want stable, sensible, quiet. Not someone like you, they never like my taste in guys.” She nodded before turning slightly and walking outside, knowing he would follow her.

Sam moved down the steps of the library before moving to a bench and taking a seat, her gaze moving back up to the stranger as she crossed her legs before leaning her elbow in them. “You wouldn’t want to eat my mom’s food for a lifetime, I don’t even want to eat her cooking and I love her. It isn’t about adapting, it is about survival, it could literally kill you, like it killed the cat.” She nodded before chuckling. “Why now is it now I can get what I want but before when I said please, you didn’t give me the book? Instead I had to take it from you twice. Hmm?” She flashed a grin before sitting back up and taking a deep breathe, enjoying the nice breeze that ruffled her hair slightly. “You seemed rather set on not giving me what I wanted then, why the change of heart?” She asked a sly smile forming on her lips.

If anyone would ask who ruled the charity world in Korea then the answer came quick and painlessly - miss Kim, the wonderful mother of the well known tailor Kim Woobin. To many she was a widower whose whole purpose in life was to help anyone in need - from animals to humans, the continent and needed sum of money never an issue. One could debate if she was loved or actually acknowledged as the head of the charity world, but in the circles she moved in every knew what she did and that this was her mark on the world. Honourable and time consuming were clearly the words to describe his mothers actions, restlessly making herself into this mother Theresa figure she clearly wasn’t, but playing make believe was fun whatever species you represented. For the loved tailor it all meant one thing - ever month for at least five hours he had to dress up and be the well mannered son, a smile on his lips, the right helping in making the even at social success.

Said task had been in his hands ever since the vampire turned fifteen and it was only the two of them, struggling to keep appearances alongside with the same money Woobin’s father brought in on a monthly basis. Sure the family was not pure, they were nobles after all, but once you were used to a certain number one could spend freely it was hard to downsize and think smaller. His mother would never think small, it would be absurd. Instead she hustled, let her son work on the most stunning dresses while one benefit hunted the next and not for once did she stop to breath or relax - a woman with a mission, one which she wouldn’t simply give up because her husband created a big hiccup. 

As the family was in the public eye the tailor also got an admirer - something one would ever expect and yet it had happened as if by magic. Suddenly he had noticed getting flowers on a frequent basis, even a card here and there. Naturally he wondered how someone even took time to do such a thing, yet at the same time was flattered to have such attention put open him and his work. Flattery was always a way to a creators heart, simply since no one could deny they always wished to be different and noticed by the general public. Such had happened to the tall vampire, who was curious to know why an honour like that had been rested on his shoulders and found his hands tied as the delivery boys only did what they were told, no natural curiosity within them. The thought of wanting to know who this was lingered in his mind, whatever the occasion.

Tonight was another of those grand events to raise money for the local art projects in Seoul - everyone who was anyone was invited and thus a colourful crowed of different creatures gathered in the Kim mansion just five minutes outside of the city center. The architectural masterpiece was a post-modernist dream in the design and a interior designers paradise once you stepped through those tall doors. Waiters all wearing creations by Woobin flanked every corner with a tray of drinks in their hands, a smile on their lips and happily guiding the guest into the main hall which buzzed with gossip, talk of the world and praise.

In the middle of the buzz and cameras, lights flashing to the point where one was blinded by them, were Woobin and his mother moving through the crowed of supporters. From politicians to the well known celebraties, well known charity enthusiast and simple socialite - everyone naturally got a greeting from the brightly shining hosts. Having dressed his mother in a bordeaux red dress which hit the floor at the right moment along with ruby jewerly decorating her ears and neck, making the female look like the red queen of such a beautiful event. Woobin himself had dressed his tall trained body in a black suit with very thin red lines imbedded into the material - naturally to match his mothers outfit - along with a egg shell white dress shirt and ruby red tie which caught the eye of several guests. Walking a few steps behind his beloved mother the male made small talk, being polite and warm to each guest, only to be pulled away by his mother to be introduced to a beautiful female and her daughter. “Good evening. I hope you enjoy the event.”

Sam hated these events, well she hated getting ready for these charity events, that is the part that took the longest, atleast for her it did. All her father and brother had to do was throw on a suit and shoes before brushing their hair and they were ready. Sam on the other hand spent well over an hour getting her hair, makeup, and nails done, before spending another hour or more figuring out which dress went with what shoes, of course making sure there wasn’t a theme, or who was hosting the event, and to make sure she didn’t wear the same dress she had before to last years event hosted by the same people. Her mom had come from money, married lower than herself, they still had alot of money just not as much as her mom had before, so Sam couldn’t and wouldn’t wear a dress just once, they had to last for a while.

Tonight event was more stressful than others, because the charity queen was hosting this one, As long as Sam could remember Miss Kim had always been the charity queen, her mom always admired her, strive to be like her, so of course the family always had to attend. So Sam knew Miss Kim and her son, atleast in the charity social club, had met them dozens of times, but this event would be different, because last year Sam had taken an interest in the charity queen’s son Woobin. He was nice to look at, and talented. Sam had a half a dozen pieces of his work, which tonight she planned on wearing one, a dark gray floor length piece the had intricate designs sewed into it with a thin dark blue cord, it made her eyes stand out more. Not that she needed anything for her to stand out, she got enough looks where ever she went with her family, she didn’t quite fit into the picture, atleast that is how people seemed to look at them, others would ask if she was Sung-min’s date, girlfriend, and when Sam answered with a clear no that is my brother in Korean, they just stammered and walked away leaving Sam frustrated.

Sam struggled to get the gown on, it was bit tight at her chest, not much but enough Sam had to wiggle into it, before walking out of her room, looking for someone to zip up her gown while she wiggled more. This of course got her insults from her brother, who in turn got smacked by their dad for insulting Sam, which caused a smirk to come to face as she waved to her brother. Her dad just clicked his tongue at the blonde,before insisting she needed to cover up more and her mom telling her dad Sam looked fine and shooed him off to put on his own suit reminding them they would be late. Sam turned to her dad kissed his cheek and thanked him for zipping up her dress before being shooed off herself to finish getting ready. 

Sam hurried back to her room, to finish off her outfit with a pair of dark blue heels, and a simple matching pair of sapphire earrings and necklace. She made sure her hair was still in elaborate braid before grabbing her phone and wallet and shoving them into her clutch. She headed out of her room as her mom yelled that the car was here. The ride to the event was calm compared to the past, her brother only kicking her twice, which was resolved quickly before they stepped out and headed inside the Kim mansion. Sam looked around in aww at how it was decorated, holding unto her dad’s arm to not get lost in the crowd of people who were already there. They said hello to a few people before her dad and brother wandered off leaving Sam and her mom to talk to the other guests, some of whom knew that Sam was Soo Young’s adopted daughter and didn’t need to ask who she was, or talk about her as if she didn’t speak Korean. Sam kept a smile on her lips as she talked to people, giving a few a small bow before moving on.

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humans could be fun to play with, taekwoon mused. he wondered why he hadn’t attempted to do so before. their slow reactions and amusing facial expressions as their minds tried to work out what was happening. taekwoon wasn’t being patronising. no, he would never look down on another race. however, it was sometimes peculiar how strange humans could seem in his eyes because he often lived much faster than humans did. for that reason alone, he could observe the time humans needed to get to a certain point, opinion, reaction or otherwise. it didn’t mean that they were slow or dull, nor that they were less intelligent. in fact, taekwoon was sure the woman in his arms was much more intelligent than he could ever hope to be. no, it simply meant that he lived in a faster world. nevertheless, watching them think could be particularly entertaining. as was watching the blonde flush and realise that he had pulled her against his chest and had started distracting her in a ploy to get to the book they both wanted.

she was quick to turn the tables though, which only made taekwoon feel even more mischievous. she was making his heart beat faster, excitement rushing through his veins and there was simply something thrilling about dealing with someone who had no idea who he was, what he was. to her, taekwoon was simply a stranger - someone who wanted that boring book on corporate law just as much as she wanted it and was willing to go through great lengths to obtain it. that thought in itself was highly amusing. to the observing eye, they must make quite the hilarious couple. the blonde woman’s skin was a deliciously rose colour when she turned to face the vampire, and taekwoon made sure to appreciate how clear her blush stood out on her pale skin. it was a new sight to taekwoon and he revelled in it. she had something fierce about her which both surprised as intrigued taekwoon, who wasn’t used to such fierceness directed at him.

taekwoon’s fingers were pried off the book and once again the royal vampire was left with empty hands. the foreigner stepped out of his embrace, shaking her head as if to tut at his behaviour and spoke of her family and her mother’s cooking. taekwoon barely registered the information as all his brain could think was that she hadn’t outright refused the offer. a cheshire grin transformed taekwoon’s face and eyes twinkled mischievously when the woman told him she would scream if he’d try to take the book from her again. however, taekwoon could only focus on her previous words. she would have none of that though and after thanking him for his help, she turned on her heel and walked away. taekwoon’s sharp eyes followed her, the grin now morphing into a smirk as he stealthily followed her. she glanced over her shoulders before sighing and taekwoon took that moment to let his presence be known again.

like a kitten, taekwoon let his curiosity take the better of him. he fell into step beside the blonde and his lips moved before his brain had well caught up with the situation and before it had known what words to speak. “i’m a model son-in-law you know” he hummed, looking everywhere but at the woman with his book held against her chest. “and i am curious to your mother’s cooking” glancing down at the blonde, taekwoon smiled shyly, all mischief replaced by a sincere and friendly look in wide-open, honest eyes. “you left me speechless there and you managed to grab my book. i think you owe me dinner, don’t you think? you didn’t outright refuse my offer and i still believe you’re quite clumsy on your feet so we’re doing each other a favour here. you get my book, i get food”

Sam glanced back once more before shaking her head, muttering to herself, something she did often when frustrated or confused. She glanced down at the book before holding it against her chest once more. Her brother better appreciate her getting it for him, it was harder than she had expected. As she walked closer to the reception desk, she relaxed slightly, digging into her pocket for her library card. But the sudden voice of the stranger startled her, causing her to nearly fall over, and drop everything. “Aigoo!” She exclaimed whipping her head to the side, eyes wide at the words spilling from his lips. Her mind trying to figure out what he was saying.

She tilted her head slightly, listening to him, examining his features subconsciously. His lips were full, something she had noticed about alot of guys here, most men from the west didn’t have the full lips, it made her always stare at her own lips, wondering if they were even considered full by any standards here. Her eyes darted across his face, following his jawline, which seemed like it could slice bread without trying. She pursed her lips as the details ran through her head. His cheekbones jutted out like small mountains, leading to a valley for his damn near perfect nose, his eyes were small, but curved and dark, his hair as dark as the night sky. She shook her head and turned her attention back towards the front of her.

A sly smile slid unto her own lips, as she let her own words slip from her unfiltered. “Model son-in-law? Why would anyone want that? That’s boring. If I wanted someone to impress my parents I would have married the guy they tried to set me up with.” She chuckled lightly. “I prefer adventure and fun, and I would prefer test drive the merchandise before making a life long commitment to something that might not be very good.” She slid the book unto the counter with her library card, smiling softly to the librarian before giving the male a sidelong look. “My mom’s cooking could kill you, she isn’t great at it. And if you ever become her son-in-law you would have to endure a life time of it.” She nodded, before taking the book and her card back from the librarian, giving a polite nod and thanking her before shoving it into her bag.