#agentlu

     2:49PM.

     Asphalt stretched further than the typical track field that Luxuria made the sidewalk out to be upon venturing out into the rain-infested streets, but the blonde didn’t seem to mind. Given the lack of sleep from the day prior, it was understandable that the woman had slept in but she had to rush her way to her contractor of the day if she was to avoid facing anything worse than the rain soaking her loose outfit -- or running into someone else with a carelessly great amount of force. 

     Having stumbled back upon impact, Karen had to catch herself on one foot prior to looking over the man who had a countenance fit for stardom. Apprehensive as to whether he truly was a member of her ‘primary’ trade, Ke-Ren found the time to extend a hand to the man in silent apology accompanied by a crooked and trained smile. Upon raising her arm, the woman caught the notice of what day it was on the watch on her wrist.

   Saturday, the one blessed day she had all to herself -- and now her unexpected company.

Dear future me,

Hey babe. It’s me again - the woman in the mirror. I would ask the cliche “are you eating well? Are you still taking care of yourself?” but I know you are. You’re not the kind of person to let anyone or anything get you down and unable to function. We’ve always admired that quality of yours, haven’t we? We’ve admired it so much that we know that we won’t lose sight of such any time soon. No chance. No man or woman could bring us down – ever. If you are crying or shaken by something to the point of reading this letter, stop it. Suck it up. You’re not someone who needs the empty hugs and endearing words of the masses. You trust yourself and your abilities and move on. Put your crown back on and continue ruling your world without the company of anyone else in your world built for one, baby. You’ve already let others step into the premises of your world and you’ve already seen the ruins they’ve left it in. You’ve been broken and put back together so many times that you’re a collage of expectations – a simple glad-hander that others don’t know how to evaluate other than on the basis of what they personally know and you let them know, but you’re still so fucking beautiful. Remember all those friends that thank you for your comfort? Yeah, you better fucking remember. Don’t be ungrateful towards them and their words since they are sincere though you know you could never entrust yourself fully to another person once being fucked over by people you trust time and time again. – and for what? Hah. I’m sure you’re still bitter about how you attract the wrong people to be your closest confidantes, but don’t forget people such as your Gavin, Dahye, and other true companions. They will always be there for you to enjoy and relate to when you feel like you’re slipping towards closing off who you truly are once again in fear of being fucked over by petty individuals you’ve already ripped out of your life. Have no remorse. We’ve already decided this years back, but be ruthless with your actions. No more keeping people around because you pity them or because you want to make them happy when they are making you feel miserable. You deserve better – even I know that. No more people who make you double-guess yourself or what you mean to them, no more fake “friends,” no more liars, no more negativity. Just you and your damnsels. 

“Good vibes and nothing but.” That is the motto now and that will be the motto always. Keep it going, beautiful.

                                                                       ❝ Uh.. ❞

     Looking around at the trashed kitchen, Baekhyun shyly shrugged. He had just been trying to clean up a bit and make breakfast for his friend in return for allowing him to stay over while his power was cut out, but instead, he had managed to burn eggs so badly that they refused to detach from the bottom of the pan, break the handle off of the sink faucet which resulted in water everywhere, and in the chaos, kicked over the bag of dog food that Baek had brought over for his pet, spilling it all over the floor. 

                                                                       ❝ I’m sorry.. ❞

➤ agentlu ( + source ) - ( status: not accepting )

Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside. 

Han wouldn’t have expected it. The way Hana is when no one isn’t around her, those who she sincerely cared for. 

Despite playful remarks spilling out of thick lips, how they would tease one another ( mainly her poking at his buttons in order to piss him off for her own enjoyment ) he didn’t see this type of side to appear. Supposed, the young woman enjoys drinking, gained a bad habit of smoking as well. There’s something darker beneath the beauty that she withholds, one he didn’t notice until the connection was closer. 

He didn’t have any suspicion early on, the moment anger peels within the brighten mood he’s used to seeing. He thought it was a phase, an unlucky fortune of events that toppled over her mood that causes her to be more of a grouch. When her index finger points towards the door, an indication that she didn’t want to see him anywhere close to her perspective. Han considers him too nice most of the time, understanding too if it was the case. 

Another hint was dropped when she notices how energetic she was one day. When they were with one another and she’s continuously bouncing on her feet with her arms embracing one of his own when he invited her out for quick lunch. The moment he drops her off, he needed to lead her back to bed due to her head painfully aching and she’s exhausted physically. Therefore, he was willing to place Hana’s petite body along the mattress of her bed the same day. 

Her actions were filthy, mind is corrupted and she’s spoil rotten to her bones.She’s so beautiful, he’d forgotten that sometimes beauty isn’t always appearance. 

He actually grew concern when the younger wouldn’t contact him for a week. Phone calls lead to the voicemail and messages were purposely read, never responded. How else was he supposed to handle it? When he thought that all he’s done was absolutely wrong. He’s right in front of her door, knuckles knocking furiously on the thick wood. Hana, that name falling out of his lips over and over again. When the door was opened and her expression’s completely sour, dull eyes capturing his matured ( but baby-like features ). 

Lips separating in order to greet her, almost questioning why she hasn’t spoken to him for a while. Until his eyes managed to capture the sight of the alignment of powder on a board, blades scattered across her table and he drifts it back to the young female again. ❝You...❞ 

❝I know.❞ Simply responding back. It’s wrong to hide things, since he couldn’t label the brunette as a liar when he never questioned her suspicious action. He wasn’t going to label her anything negative, there’s no false judgement now either. Hana scratched along the shoulder through her thin tank top, nail marks porcelain with lines of crimson that’s fade into pink later. 

Is she even able to comprehend what he’s speaking of? When all she’s doing was smiling softly, laughing when she thinks one comment is hilarious until her mood flips. Pupils dilated and she’s placing the side of her head on his lap when he was invited into the living room. Palm pressed into long luscious tresses, the other extending outwards in order to drape the blanket over her frame. 

This is dangerous, it could potentially hurt her even further. Her body will crumble into the pressure when her mind paints red the way her vision does when anger replaces her joy. 

Han wonders if there’s more to this -- there has to be. 

Gone Girl Sentence Meme. 

He is engulfed in a momentary silence, and thoughts that battle within him. All of which are screaming disagreement. His expression remains unfaltering, and evidence of his unseen struggle is only displayed in the constant clenching and unclenching of his fists, again, and again, and again. 

It is a topic so greatly ignored and left unexplored due to severe disinterest, but his opinion is strong and raging. Bitter and colliding. All of which he is not meant to expose. He is meant to reveal those fragile and scuffling, clinging to words in ignorant agreement. 

“I guess that’s true.” Is what he voices, but the demons scream ‘You’re wrong.’ 

“But y’kno, I always thought that love was the reason people worked. That if it didn't work, then perhaps it wasn't love?” Dismissing laughter follows his statement, accompanied by the lazy shrug of his shoulders as he averts his eyes back to the television screen. “I been watching too many Disney movies. I guess movies that aren't family oriented are more open to the way that things don’t always work.”

  He can’t help the way his face distorts in confusion as the other holds the strawberry in front of his mouth. As much as he appreciated the gesture, he found it a bit strange that the other was attempting to feed him. Though to avoid being rude he takes a tentative bite, offering the other a small smile. ❝This is all very nice and all, but-❞ he pauses to finish chewing, eyebrows still knit together, ❝Isn’t this just a little odd?❞

  With a cursory glance at his caller id Han answers the phone with a small grin expecting to be invited out for drinks or something similar, so when he hears the request he can’t help the way his mouth drops in shock before clamping shut to form a frown. Han couldn’t fathom why Connor would need such things- he wasn’t sure if he wanted to, either.   The male tilts his head in confusion even though his friend can’t see him, already rising from the comfort of his bed to pull on sweats and a hoodie to make his way over to Connor’s place. The things I do for this idiot. He shakes his head, over exaggerating a groan to make his disappointment of the call known.  ❝Sure. Should I even ask why you need these items?❞   He huffs quietly as he makes his way out of his apartment and locks the door behind him, stuffing his free hand into his pocket. It’s then he realizes he doesn’t even own a leaf-blower, not needing one with his current living arrangements, and he hesitates for a moment before continuing on his way towards his friend’s place with the condoms safely tucked away in his pocket.   ❝You’re going to have to pay me back for the leaf-blower, by the way. I sorta realized after the fact I don’t exactly have one on me.❞

    “Just bring them to me, please,” is all Connor says in reply, leaving no room for qualms as he hangs up the phone. Sprawled over his couch with lethargic limbs, the student smiles both in disbelief and amusement that Han would actually agree to bring him condoms and a fucking leaf blower. His afternoon thus far had been unbearably slow. And Connor’s initial intentions of calling Han had actually been a proposal for a night out but, this is far more entertaining. He’s been running low on condoms and the leaf-blower...well -- Connor rationalizes it as a test of their friendship. 

    It’s a grueling hour since the student had been on the phone with Han when he hears a knock on his door. As he pads toward the front door, Connor stretches his arms over his head, yawning. Once he pulls open the door, he fixes Han a smile.