#archayeon

@archayeon ; 8:38pm, family estate in jeju, mission 1 / task a.

it’s late, the only light between them both is the sliver of the moon that’s left and the faint lights flickering on and off between the large, paneled windows lining the mansion. hayeon’s to his right, and her clothes make her melt into the darkness, she looks nearly surreal when he glances at her fast from the corner of his eye. but then again, hayeon is enshrouded in darkness on many occasions, so the surreality is seemingly a staple to her appearance. moonsoo lifts a hair to comb his bangs out of his eyes, pushes himself up from the crouch he’s been resting in to pace slow circles behind hayeon armed with a pair of binoculars. 

“you know, if we run into anyone, i can just ask them to let us in. this isn’t really necessary.”

a mission with moonsoo is never really complete until he complains about instructions and offers up his own apparent solution at least once. still, it’s true. it’s easier to ask someone to punch in the pass code to the alarm for them than it is for them to construct a solution out of thin air and thinner intelligence. “wouldn’t it just be easier if you cloacked us in the fucking darkness until we managed to find some maid?” he asks as he falls back into a crouch at hayeon’s side.

he crooks an eyebrow, though whether or not sure can see it in the dark is unknown. maybe that’s what has him tipping to the side to brush their shoulders together (or maybe he’s just a manipulative ass). “or what, did you see anything dangerous?” the words curl almost mockingly from the tip of his tongue, pairs it with a brazen smile, a brief flash of white teeth against the night. 

@archayeon

if there was a thing kangwoo definitely wasn’t interested in, it’d be working out. making muscles, sweating and then your clothes sticking onto your skin uncomfortably, panting and gasping for oxygen, and then severe muscle ache afterwards? no thank you so very much. didn’t mean he liked watching others tire themselves out while he was doing things he liked. actually, it’s always fun to watch people wear themselves out, while he was doing literally nothing but watch them. or playing games, that also worked. (it had to be admitted he didn’t exactly realize that he might irritate others with it.)

anyway, the internet connection was exceptional, and he’d caught up with some dramas he liked. settling in a relaxing position that didn’t cut off his blood circulation to any kind of limb too much, he exited the safari app and went onto some fun game playing a few rounds, losing most of them. kangwoo sighed, laid the phone down in front of him and let his eyes slide through the gym, not exactly paying attention to anyone. leaning his head onto his upper arm, his entire body sprawling over the floor, staying safely out of the way of the exercising ladies and men.  the floor was rather cool, which was nice but kind of hard, making it quite hard to find an comfortable position in collaboration with the floor.

truth be told, he didn’t consider training to be bad whether or not it was combat or other, possible violent trainings. he clearly knew the problem lied with him. still didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy watching people getting tired instead of him.

he settled on watching a girl punching and kicking a bag. kangwoo was definitely a beginner in combat and martial arts and only knew the basics, but at least he could see who was a lot better than him in fighting. well, preferably them than him. rolling onto his hip, planting his face into his hand, he watched and followed the girl with interest. kangwoo definitely knew this girl, hayeon. they’d encountered each other multiple times, but never exactly got that close. his own impression told him that she was quite different from kangwoo. well, kangwoo did tend to be a moping negative asshole at times. well, not that he was a great judge of personality, he was clearly aware of that.