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It started with one mask with fangs, blood, and soulless eyes hidden around a corner and one unsuspecting victim. A startling scream and a chase scene later, Meng Jia ended up with a ripped shirt that got caught on something and full knowledge of the history of Jonghyun’s ( now broken ) glass cup. This was the story of how she forced him to compensate by taking her to a department store and buying her a new shirt.

Of all places, he chose Nordstorm. She not only doubted his capability of dropping thousands of wons on one top, but also his intentions since she recalled namedropping this brand as one that she hated most. To expect anything else from him would’ve been foolish, but it was equally foolish for her to not see this type of thing coming. Barely a month in this institute of weenies and her edges were already softening. She could never afford to lower her guards completely, but there was no point to exhaust herself around most of them who were sensitive folks. Those who fell through the cracks were the ones she preferred to spend her time with. Namely, Jonghyun whose sharp wits kept her own mind sharpened. But in this moment she’d rather fall on the edge of the blade than continue to walk through this store with judgmental eyes sticking to her like leeches. 

“That looks like you,” she pointed over to a mannequin in a questionable pose. She needed some way to vent her annoyance and this was the best she could come up with. Prior to this, her eyes glimpsed over a couple of price tags with too many digit places. It would’ve been funny to suggest them to Jonghyun and make him spend that type of money on something so ugly, but she already anticipated his potential retort. 

‘Of course you’d chose something so ugly with your bad taste.’ 

She had no quip for that other than, ‘Fuck you. It’s a joke,’ and in a battle of wits there was no room for weak moves like that. 

@advjr:

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[ sent ]: Looks like it’s about time to tell ur kid that their entire life is a lie and growing up is just all part of an unavoidable death sentence :D

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She cracks her knuckles and neck, and a satisfied hum escapes her throat more at the sound then sensation. A wicked grin tugs at the corner of her pink-stained lips as her eyes focus intently on the screen displayed in front of her.

Let’s roll.

God, Jennie has always wanted to do that. She’s seen it too many times in the movies, she thinks whilst she displays, on her laptop screen, the police database she’s previously hacked into—it was when she had helped her beloved Jongkook oppa catch some nasty cyber-criminal—and stored in her memory. Unfortunately, Jennie’s not a habitual knuckle cracker—she honestly only did it just then to see if she’d feel as cool as the hackers in movies looked—so the slight wince betrays her wicked grin, but she refuses to unravel the cool façade.

Come to think of it, though, the setting isn’t too fly either. There she is, sitting in a quaint coffee shop that she frequents, instead of some dark room that required all kinds of identification—face, fingerprint, eyes, ass, God fucking knows. Whatever, she ignores the setting and repeats, like a mantra, that she’s no different from Tao from her favourite webtoon, ‘Noblesse’. (Speaking of, wasn’t that supposed to be updated yesterday? Jennie opens up a new tab to check, but finds no update. Back to surfing the police database, she guesses.)

She’s in her element, and nothing can break her zone—

But just as she thinks it—smirking, even, at the thought of having a ‘zone’—her laptop makes a dying noise and the screen goes black.

What?

Jennie slips her laptop screen shut, then opens it again, hoping against hope to find her screen lighting up and functioning perfectly, but she’s sorely disappointed to find that the screen remains black. (Perhaps her laptop requires another repair? That’s odd, because she only just repaired it a week ago. It isn’t due for another repair in three weeks!)

Annoyed, Jennie shuts her laptop, blows a lock of brown hair from her vision, and turns to get up, but what she finds shocks her.

There stands a bold man, holding her unplugged charging cable within his hands. Jennie briefly curses herself for leaving the battery at home—she’s trying to prolong her battery life because getting a new battery costs money she isn’t willing to spend—but stops herself just in time to see the light. (The person she’s supposed to be screaming at is this… this jackass!)