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after one last strong look at his appearance from head to toe did he reach out for his outer wear.   long trench coat jacket, a hat that wouldn’t ruin the amount of styling he had done  &&  a mask over his face to protect his lips from the frost bitten weather welcoming outdoors.   as he began buttoning himself up, watching himself do so so tentatively, he called out to taehyung in the bathroom who was still ( unsurprisingly ) getting ready for the evening.    “   baby  ?  almost ready   ?   “   cautious to push, when it came to getting ready taehyung liked to take their time.   “   just reminding you we gotta go in about ---    “    a quick check of his cell phone   ----   “   twenty minutes or so   ?   “

                       It feels strange, the air in the house now, but it’s not as awful as it used to feel. He still doesn’t talk to many people, that’s no longer out of spite and malice, however. He just prefers to get his work done, & in true form, sales have been through the roof with him being this focused. He’s bringing in more money than he ever has previously, which is a nice feeling. Maybe days aren’t going to be as dark as they were before. Finishing off some work in his own room, which is now starting to fill with items again- the shelves lined with new books, his music equipment all having its own spot, he gets up to leave it. He heads downstairs to the kitchen, then noting the younger sitting in the room. Gone are the days where he’d immediately leave the room so as not to see them, now he’s barely bothered by the sight, if anything it’s a pleasant face to see about the mansion. “ Hey, ‘s been a minute. Y’ alright? ” The question is SURPRISINGLY casual as it leaves him. 

            it’s  a   DREADED   trip  back  to  the  mansion  he  once  never  felt   uneasy   calling  his  home   .   once  a  place  of  comfort  but  these  days  feels  much  like  a  place  of  his  past  he  simply  revisits  every  now  and  then   .   not  all  too   shocking   of  a  sentiment  considering  how  life  has   unraveled   itself   ,   actions  had  consequences  and  stories  go  on  whether  or  not  it  was  in  his  favour   .   hoseok  knew  that   .   he  has   tried   to  stay  mature  about   everything   …   not  that  he  knew  how  to  behave  otherwise   .   falling   out   of  love  was  something  that  was   not   part  of  his  vast  allotment  of  knowledge   ,   but  he  forced  himself  to   learn   it   .   come  to  terms  with  it   .   move   on   .   and  the  countless  jobs  he’s  been  taking  on  for  both  the  mafia’s  half  and  his  own   selfish   vendetta  have  aided  in  that   immensely   .   familiar  hallways  feel  foreign  to  the  hitman   ,   eyes  darting  around  as  if  an  enemy  might  be  near    ——    not  that  there   should   be  any  lurking  in  this   haven   .   but  there  is  a  presence   ,   he  can   sense   one  and  immediately  hoseok’s  posture  stiffens  ,   footsteps  slow  to  a  halt  as  he   anxiously   awaits  for  the  appearance  of   WHOEVER   it  may  be   .

              “ You... certainly aren’t who I was expecting to see . ”

          ❛      I SEE YOU’VE MADE  yourself comfortable,    ❜     jace murmurs    -----    it’s still a sight to get used to,  seeing taehyung already in his bed by the time he returns home at the end of a  long evening  at the club.  business is  booming,  even more so than usual   ----   certain it has to do with the remodeling that he’d spent a good amount of his wealth on.  and since his office has been off - limits,  he’d begun inviting taehyung to rendezvous at his own home,  which   ...  is actually  unheard  of for the likes of jace.  go figure  that taehyung would be the one to bring it out of him.     ❛     did you even leave the room all day  ?     ❜

        it all became too tough on her, both body and brain beginning to give up; she was giving up.   ❝   as time passes by   ...   we only mess it up even more.   ❞   madeline’s voice is mellow, quiet, as if she was whispering it for just taehyung to hear.   ❝   it’s collapsing again.   ❞   sorrow-filled hues are gazing over at the male, pearly whites gnawing on lower lip.

                                       “   ah  ---  good morning babies, is princess up yet too  ?  “  asking as if they would answer, he lowered himself closer to their level after setting the bags onto the ground.   once hands were free he brushed his fingertips through their soft fur gently, smiling down at them.