#3sw

            IF  THERE’S  ONE  THING  that  zihao  deserves  an  inkling  of  credit  for,  it’s  being  a  relatively  quick  learner  when  he  takes  on  a  new  job,  though  that’s  partially  by  virtue  of  repetition.  (  it  could  easily  be  argued  that  he  should  know  much  more  than  he  does,  but  he  never  makes  it  past  entry  level,  anyway.  )  his  first  shift  nearly  complete,  he  leans  against  one  of  the  counters,  taking  a  break  from  cleaning  now  that  the  day’s  over.  (  to  his credit,  he’s  only  taken  one  other  unannounced  break  thus  far  today,  though  that  was  short - lived.  )  he  switches  between  picking  at  his  nails  and  staring  over  at  ian,  unashamed  at  how  either  action  may  come  off  . . .  but  if  he  had  to   pick,  the  nail  biting  would  be  placed  higher  than  the  longing  stares.  he  breathes  in  with  all  of  his  might,  putting  the  same  effort  into  his  exhale,  an  announcement  of  his  decision  to  begin  conversation.  “  ian  i’m  boredddd,  ”   he  says,  head  tilted to  the  side.  it’s  been  two  minutes  since  either  of  them  spoke,  max.  “  which  one  of  the  other  workers  is  your  work  bae?  you  have  two,  huh?  ”

sage really wasn’t sure why she agreed to come out, she wasn’t the type to be out after 9pm, she was always in her dorm studying at this time. yet somehow she let jinhwan convince her otherwise. ever since they had gotten partnered up in one of the classes at uni, he seemed to have some influence over her ever since he teased her for being such a nerd. and sure she knew that she was, she studied on weekends hardly ever did anything that didn’t involve furthering her education, with the occasional drama maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun. 

after asking her roommate for a little help getting dressed to fit the occasion she felt she looked pretty cute. hair curled, some make up and having ditched her glasses, the outfit was the doing of her friend it wasn’t anything specials, cropped top and ripped jeans but different from her softer attire. once arriving she felt entirely out of place scanning the room, she definitely didn’t know anyone here and started to worry if jinhwan was even going to be there and if he was would he leave her to her own devices? 

… ‍ ☾ & —        moon’s eyes grew wide as she put the box down in her room. that’s right. her room. no sharing with one of jooheon’s siblings (as much as she did love them ), no shelter. it was all hers and she was free to decorate and destroy as much as she wanted to. it was all up to her. she’d never had this before and the way she felt overwhelmed almost made her want to cry. actually, nevermind the almost, tears actually did come to her eyes and the first thing that she could do was run to jooheon and hug him tight. she wrapped her arms so tightly around him that she almost thought she’d squeeze his eyes out as a high-pitched squeal left her chest.  ❝ I can’t believe we’re doing this! We’re really doing this! We have our own place and it’s totally ours! ❞

                     chanmi had been frequenting the police office a lot more often than she used to, now having a friend in christian. even when her dad wasn’t there, she’d come by. so it isn’t a surprise that she’s there now, sitting on christian’s desk even at the late, late hour with no one else around. she shouldn’t even be allowed to stick around but being the captain’s daughter had its perks. 

                    there have been enough times when chanmi’s felt pretty useless among her other mutant friends. but today was not one of those times because she knew she served as the perfect distraction to keep the cops at bay while the runaways finished what they had to do downtown. even if she wasn’t the captain’s daughter ( who treated her like she was the sweetest princess ), the police department still probably would’ve done whatever it was she asked them to. like now.