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[sms: unknown]: That depends, who’s this?

With the amount of times Raiden had heard that phrase, it was no surprise that he no longer reacted to it. Everyone complained about being alone at some point but what was he supposed to do about it? He wasn’t exactly a fan of surrounding himself with people and even if he did, it wasn’t something he enjoyed. So, when someone nearby uttered the phrase he had heard all too many times before all he could do was sigh. “You’re telling the wrong person.”

Kibum tipped the rest of his drink back, having decided it was a good idea to pay a visit to one of Seoul’s more secluded, dangerous looking bars tonight. There was nothing different about it, nothing special. The drinks costed less than at the prestigious bars he frequented and the people here had less money stuffed into their wallets--that was all.

His vodka still went down hard when he drank, as did it for everyone else in the place as Kibum looked around. Maybe it was louder here, too. People had a reputation to uphold, after all. They have to keep themselves looking rough and tough, even if they were all really just members of the lonely hearts club in the end.

He had no right to talk, however, because he was here too, wasn’t he? Not that he necessarily wanted to be. It had just become habit, a nasty little part of himself that he was having an increasingly hard time sweeping under the rug recently. Sitting alone at a bar was his new aesthetic, it seemed.

“I don’t want to be left alone,” he murmured to himself, barely above a whisper.

When the man next to him replied, he sighed as well and ordered another drink,  specifying to make it stronger than the last.

Hearing her words, a scoff escaped Raiden’s lips. Affection? The last thing he’d want to do would be affectionate in any way towards her. He’d rather be kicked in the stomach repeatedly. “Last time I checked grabbing your arm wasn’t any type of ‘affection’ and this is coming from someone who knows very little about anything like that. What I was trying to do before you rudely interrupted me, which you shouldn’t do in the future, was point out that your arm was bleeding and quite profusely. You should get it checked out.”

She ran into a man with a knife a few minutes ago who was threatening the cafe to hand over their money, using her as bait out of all the people there. The man slashed her arm when no answer was given. He chose the most peculiar place ever. Who would have thought about robbing a cafe? Sure, they made money, but he could have chose the bank, maybe? “My bad, wrong choice of words. I was going for more along the lines of, get your dirty hands off of me.” There she goes again, the choice of words she used were comparatively unnecessary.  She wasn’t going to say anything, but her mouth did not stop. 

       { ♔ — Minsun was tired of being inside, and the sun was about to set soon. She walked around her apartment countless times, double, no, triple checking the things she had done. Even work was slow because they had recently debuted their spring line. As she laid on her couch she remembered her grumpy faced friend who had came over the week prior. The brunette decided to pop in for a surprise visit. With a smile she took her jacket, putting on her shoes before walking out the door. Moments later the girl shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets, shivering slightly at the weather. Suddenly as she moved closer towards Raiden's apartment the more she could hear faint screams. The streets were empty so she wasn't sure if she was just hearing things. Minsun had approached an alley, the screams emitting from the darkness. She peeked her head in, eyes widening as she covered her mouth. The one she came for was there, doing something he had promised not to do. 

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