ZERO.

       ❝ i hate how i can’t seem to overcome me being shy in front of bigger crowds– how do you do it? ❞

    “Can I have a moment of your time?”

“it is, but based on your reaction to that, i would be able to tell if you were actually kidding, or not.” raising her brows with a triumphant smirk tugging at the ends of her lips, she moved her shoulders in a lighthearted shrug. “one of the many things you get to pick up at school.” she tensed up momentarily, at the mention of predators that very evening; and as much as she would’ve liked to think otherwise, he was right. “i can hold my own.” she reassured, eyes glancing at the male from the corners. “i could tell that to you though. girls can be pretty scary at times too, but don’t worry. i’ll keep you safe.” tongue clicking against the top of her mouth, a soft snicker escaped before she picked up her pace towards the entrance of the club.

She was about to assist him with dabbing the tissues onto his shirt before she stopped herself in time, not wanting to create more of a mess than she already had. “I am not really in a rush to go to anywhere. I just, my mind is just on overdrive and going everywhere on any topic possible in my head so I was not really noticing where I was going because I was so caught up in my thoughts but I assure you, I’ll take your advice the nice time around.” She is just glad that he has not picked up on her having called him attractive because it would just make her feel even more worse. “I still feel bad. Can’t I at least get you something in return? Coffee? A stain remover stick?” 

:: ( first person to say “mine now” in the askbox owns me for 5 days )

:: ( nonsexual acts of intimacy - to lxvria )

       :: ( status - no longer accepting )

         if tears were made of blood, his white shirt would be long stained in red by now, but fortunately, they were nothing but salty water, easily wiped with a move of a hand against one’s cheek. taekwoon shouldn’t be one to cry, and he knew that well, but reaching the point to force himself to stop was another totally different story. he was essentially lead by emotions, moved by them in most aspects, and even when the tears were shy, quietly streaming down his face, he couldn’t quite hold them back, incessantly thinking about it as a failure in his traits, something that made him weak.

         the sound of his office’s door opening catched his attention a sigh leaving his lips as he had a glimpse of golden strands. great timing, he thought sarcastically. “i didn’t know you’d miss me that much to cry at my entrance. i’m touched, taek’.” no, not the time, not the mood for that, and she probably sensed it in the air for karen’s expression completely changed in a matter of a second. taekwoon wasn’t expecting the woman to be sensitive or understanding towards him at that rate, nor he wanted her to keep her ironic self as well – it would be asking too much and even when he wished to simply tell her to go away and leave him alone, they had work to do.

:: ( nonsexual acts of intimacy - to ximpvlsive​ )

        :: ( status - no longer accepting )

         he was tired of waiting, questioning himself and all gods that ever existed the reason why women had to take so long to simply change to a new set of clothes and whatever else they did on their faces in order to look ‘prettier’. yeah, he wouldn’t deny that some makeup here and there actually could make a woman look stunning, but the exaggerated amount of it he’d been seeing over female’s faces out there could only make him shudder slightly. a matter of personal taste, that was what it was.

         “can you help me over here?” the woman’s voice reached his ears, making him lift his chin in order to place dark pupils over her frame, quietly, yet quickly, analyzing the way that black fabric trapped her body, emphasizing the right places and curves. no, he had no second intentions when it came to the younger, but forcing himself, as a man, to look away would be simply too hypocrite of him. a hum left his throat in response and he made his way to where hana stood, soon waiting for further instructions in as to how should he help – that, until dainty hands securely tied smooth strands up, and the woman turned her back to him.