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08: Eyelid Kiss

Send "I’m in love with you." to see how my muse reacts.

If God wanted to give her a heart attack, it would be in the form of her past kidnapper coming up to her in the middle of the afternoon rush hour crowd in Hongdae. She did not appreciate it, nor did she particularly want to have any close calls with death. But the sudden voice made her jump. "Merde," she breathed, turning around and clutching her heart, and becoming even more surprised to see who it was. "What the --?!"

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       Point is, AJ knew very well whom her eyes lay on. Lee Yolanda, a figure incredulously popular within’ the information ratting business, under the innocent, holy veil of a nun. She had heard word of her, yet was unsure of her whereabouts. Nevertheless, she determined that her service would be beneficial to her contract killings.

      Her client had given her the vaguest information; which honestly had made her want to wrap the fingers of her rugged hands around the speaker’s neck, and squeeze into their suffocation, ‘till they heave their last, desperate breath. But she couldn’t, since the amount of stacks the client was willing to give meant jackpot.

      Problem is, the location of the person on her death list was unknown. To her client, and to her. Though she preferred independence over teamwork, to get this kill done, she needed someone who could give her that information.

      In the end, AJ had found Yolanda. From the description of her appearance, and the give away cross inked permanently onto her flesh, she had found her target. The second she spotted her walk through the club’s doors (the club in which AJ was a bodyguard), she grabbed the girl by the wrist, and to ensure that she wouldn’t wriggle out of this, pinned her up against the wall; forearm forced at her chest, keeping her lodged in place.

        ”I need you to do me a favour—”

           Words were spoken, but she got abruptly cut off by Yolanda’s sneering line.

        ”Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

         Clearly, such a retort was barked in reference to Yolanda not up for the idea of business, seeing as she was going to be out of the club sooner or later; vanishing from AJ’s sight. Problem is (and metaphorically speaking), the fish has been caught in the net, and AJ wasn’t going to give it liberation.

         Eyes narrowed into a glare, hoping to bore through the girl’s own hues, left her uttering through gritted teeth in a state of annoyance; almost triggering a cautioning snarl on her face. The tone of her voice alone screamed hazard.

         ”This isn’t a fuckin’ joke, you either help me get my hands on that person, or I’ll be sure to get my hands on you.”  

     -- Eugh, the Red Light District. A steaming cesspool in the underbelly of the city. A secret being kept from the public all to please the rich elite who operated there. Yolanda had to admit, it was actually nice to be back.

Her original intent was to simply watch important guests and mingle about. The Red Light was the only place she couldn't have unlimited access with her cameras, damn ingrates kept destroying her cameras.

Dressed and already deep into her cover, the brunette was taken in surprise, for the minute she entered the club, her back was immediately against the wall, both arms gripped into place. Temporarily surprised, she glanced up to see who was assaulting her. Only to see a vaguely familiar face, searching in her mind for a name to match. AJ. Contract killer, strangely attractive up close. But that was beside the point of her current situation.

Yolanda could barely register the other's words, only spitting out a retort when she heard the words 'I need' and 'favour'. Favours never ended well for her position, this is why people paid upfront.

                          ---    "Listen, you're attractive and all. But, one, I don't do favours, people pay me and I perform services. Two, if you don't stop cutting off my air circulation, I'm not doing a damn thing for you."   ---

Yolanda gave an exasperated sigh with her words, people were beginning to watch, and some of them knew who she was. So much for undercover.

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

Jonghyun is horrible at reading directions. He's been blind most of his life, so he never really learned. He takes directions really well though, since he used to from his phone.

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

He can speak Korean, and a bit of English. He's learning to read and write Korean and English. He's content with learning these two languages right now.

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

HEADCANONS LIST

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

Often times, straight unadultered compliments or flirting will catch her off guard. She's not normally one for brutal honesty when it comes to attraction, so she's often marked off as shy when she's around someone she's attracted to.

@ = How the character appears online

Yuri doesn't have much of a mark in the online world, since she's not online often and she spends most of her time out on the street. She doesn't find a real need to be online often. Even when she is, she mostly just uses the internet to keep up with her friends rather then posting about whatever she does.

♥ = Character's preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

Banana - Your muse comes in on my muse, who’s crying, and asks them what’s wrong

Kris stumbles out of another bar that night, running a hand through his hair and looking up at the dark sky, no stars visible in it so deep in the city like this.  Maybe he’s not coping in the best possible way right now, but he’s been handling his feelings “responsibly” all this week, so he thinks he deserves to go out and get a little sloshed this weekend.  Kris looks around the street, reaching out to brace himself on the brick wall of the club he’d just left as he stumbles a little bit.  Should he hit one more bar or just go home.  Decisions, decisions, and his head is starting to spin a little.  Maybe that should be his answer.