#:shithead

{ &;   and  she's  practically running back  home  when  receivinghis messages. been too long,   it's unexpected  and  all  she didwas  go  visit  a  couple  of  friends,   possibly  bother jimin in theprocess then head back to class to attend  it for  an hour.   there'ssmall curses sliding out of her  mouth,   practically cringing at thethought of the older male skimming through all of her belongingsbecause  there  were  too personal.   and there's a few photos heshouldn't see as well. } 

[ ✉ ➝ the boss ] HEY WAIT DON'T YOU LOOK AROUND. I was justattending a few things here and there. My fucking god, couldn't youjust waited a little longer.  DONT TOUCH ANYTHING ON MY DESK.

{ ` sending the message as soon as she was done, her chest waspractically rising and falling with every heavy breath. standing by thedoor,   hands  messily  checking her pockets in order to look for herkeys. pushing one to check until she found the correct one, uncertainif it's passed five minutes by  now  but  either way the door managedto open up and she's pushing her entire frame inside to look around.obvious panic resting on her face, irises flickering to every direction. } 

{ &; her behind was placed onto the floor, boxes and wrapping paper were scattered messily across the wooden patterned floor as she continues to finish wrapping the rest of her presents for a tiny handful of people. arms extending out to the device across the table in order to scoop it up and into her hands. laying down in defeat as she continues to read, eyes closing momentarily with a tiny sigh falling out of her lips. }

❝He’s out to kill me soon, I swear.❞

➤syndicatedsinner.

"if you don't shut up, i will personally stab you in the eye with a spork."

{ &; and maybe creating conversation with hyun during this time of moment of where he needed a moment of silence for what he’s going to encounter during his time away and out of town. did sungkyung care? of course. right now, she’s constantly rambling on and on, complaints and informing him about what happened when she was continuing on with christmas shopping. so when his palms slam against the surface of the polished desk, her body stiffens up and when he spits out a threat to her direction. her expression falls flat with no amusement hanging across her features, mirroring his exact movements since they were sitting across from one another. no words fell out of sungkyung’s lips, it takes her a good ten seconds to finally think of it. pausing, breathing through her nose and her chest rises and then she speaks sternly. serious and dead to the tone but she’s trying her hardest not to laugh or break into a grin in front of hyun when saying it. }

➤syndicatedsinner. 

"Did you get that email I sent you last night?" 

{ &; when he usually asks a question, she usually can provide an answer with no pauses or hesitant halt to come in between them. this moment, she finds herself purposely skimming through her e-mails because she slept most of her day away. tobacco lingering against the oversized t-shirt she wore around her skinny frame and her legs were tangled into the sheets. brows were furrowing into the center, wondering if she even received it. he’s on speaker and she’s hoping that her voice doesn’t echo throughout this call so her last minute ministrations weren’t visible.}

❝Well, ya’ see...❞

{ &; and the amount of fucks sliding out breathlessly, barely being audible for hyun to hear for himself comes out of her mouth. teeth slightly gritting with lack of patience coming soon afterwards. then again, she just woke up not too long ago and already there’s a small headache coming to her head when she continues to try and find what he brought up not too long ago. silently, hayoung’s reading through it carefully. words combined into sentences, sharp and vivid details and there’s a sigh of relief coming out of her lips. nothing more than an invitation to tag along with him, nothing less to it. }

➤syndicatedsinner. 

Honesty hour! Any questions my character(s) are asked, they will answer honestly!

{ &; she considers it perfectly normal to fear things inlife. she has feelings after all it's typically normal too.hayoung never felt the need to inform someone aboutwhat she fears the most until now. and she trusts hyunwith most of what she has. despite it not being enoughfrom time to time because she is young after all. a littlechildish but at least her mindset is on point when facingreality or what's in front of her as well. }

❝Losing my mother. I can accept death hitting my wayeventually. But yeah.❞

{ &; her mother is all she had from the beginning anddespite them being in the worst of terms until now,hayoung still cares. despite the heated argumentthat lead to them not speaking to one another andeventually the young woman got kicked out of theplace she once called home. with lips briefly stickingout. fingers running through dark strands. }

➤syndicatedsinner.

Send me “⊗” and I’ll generate a number: 105. A night out in Vegas.

❝You do realize I can’t drink or go to any clubs around here yet.❞ Hayoung reminded with a dull expression resting along her features. Dull and bland because she doesn’t know where else to go around the area, didn’t have enough time to observe the surroundings nor do any research so she knows where to head off to. For someone her own age as well. Here they are, walking along the pavement. People in common costumes to get a couple of bucks out of visitors wallets and into their own to earn a snap of one’s camera. There’s also a local bar out in the open, people drinking and there’s loud music playing in the background for others to hear.

Hyun merely chuckles at her reaction, knowing that she’s sulking in the inside because she can’t sneak her way into clubs or gamble a couple of bucks here and there. Playing with a few others on a table for a proper game of poker or sitting on a chair, eyes focusing on the slots to see if she won more or lost twice as much. ❝And you’re forgetting that I’m your boss, you damn idiot.❞ What he meant to say was that he has his connections, therefore she wouldn’t be in trouble. If Hayoung falls into the wrong hands tonight or during this trip; he’ll take partial blame for it since he does have a tendency to watch over her whenever they were with each other.

Hakkasan was their first location, one of the well known clubs in Vegas and when they were pulled in with no hesitations nor suspicious by the bouncers in the front. She’s still around him, bottle waving in one hand and she’s dancing with a few random people on the dance floor. Which is typical because to Hyun, she’s still reckless and childish but when it comes down to business at least she knows how to regain composure in order to appear mature and sophisticated. Lights were flickering, neon colors etched across every angle of the surroundings. The enjoyment of loosening up for one night, never focus on the stress any longer to fill it up with alcohol and the taste of nicotine.

❝Hyun, Hyun, Hyunnie! Aw come on shithead, hello!❞ Hayoung shouts at the top of her lung, bouncing on the heels of her feet when they press against the mattress she’ll be collapsing in, in a couple of minutes to an hour. There’s a wide grin etched across her features with her arms raising up to grab his attention. And he’s staring directly at her, brows furrowing in the center and he tugs on the covers underneath her delicate frame. Once, twice and a third time and Hyun finally tugs her off of his bed and down to the ground with a thud. She’s whining, rubbing her arm and there’s a string of curse words coming afterwards but her body is still sprawled on the top laying down comfortably now.

It’s amusing to see, especially when she’s at her drunken state; Hayoung won’t remember a single thing about what she’s doing or what happened tonight either.

He grasped the comforters more tightly in between lithe fingers,opening the door with a spare hand and held it open with the tip of his foot. Dragging her out of his hotel room in order to place her originally to her own, which wasn’t too far from his, a couple doors down to the left.

❝What kind of nonsense bullshit is coming outta that mouth of yours now?❞

{ &; hayoung’s expression turns completely dull when she realizes who was speaking directly at her. palm pressed onto the side of her face and she inches closer, barely coming too close to him but enough to where she can inhale the scent of his cologne rather than alcohol tainting the material clothing. shoulders rolling back as her way of displaying that she was prepared to start by creating the first move, firmly curling her fingers in order to extend her arm out swiftly in a quick motion altogether but it doesn’t land anywhere close to his figure nor his face. instead, it brushes right across the lobe of his ear; disconnecting the feeling of her nails against the palm, shifting her fingers in order to flick his cheek in a playful motion. because shecouldn't exactly fight her 'boss', that seemstoo foolish to engage in a fight with someonewho actually means something to her. }