an exasperated sigh is followed by a loud tsk, two sounds mihee often makes whenever she realizes she has to rescue soomi from her ultimate demise. but itâs not like she hasnât done it before.Â
the politicianâs daughter fears for herself, however, when sheâs walking around the club like a lost pet looking for its owner ( when, in fact, she was the owner of a very troublesome friend ). her father would kill her for being in a place like that, potentially ruining his image because the general public would find anything they could use to look down on a personality. but she just KNOWS she has to save soomiâs ass because who else will?Â
âyou really need to stop doing this,â she says, finally finding the girl at the corner by the bar. mihee swipes the phone out of her hands before she can even greet her back ( if that could even be considered a greeting ), stuffing it in her bag. âwell?â
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âcâmon. you wouldnât have opened the door if you didnât want to see me too, babe.â somin smirked as she studied the other from head to toe, slowly, taking her time and savoring what sheâd missed for the past couple weeks. not that those words would ever come out of her mouth (not sober anyway). she stepped through the doorway without further adieu, brushing past the girl intentionally. the living room was just as she remembered it, perhaps not as tidy. somin didnât care. she heard the door click shut and spun on her heels. their eyes locked and she stepped forward, into the other girls space, close enough to catch the barely-there scent of yesterdayâs shampoo. the tone in her voice was tense and her charming smile started to slip as she spoke, âwhatâs kept you so busy the past couple weeks that i have to pop in unannounced just to talk to you?â
he recognized their face when they walked in the coffee shop this morning. at first he had just noticed them for their unique features, the attractive traits that had them standing out from the hundreds of customers that walked through each day. now he was recognizing them for their consistency - they had become a regular, somewhat, and the thought made him smile to himself. he loved it when regulars started appearing at the shop. he always tried to engage them in conversation since he saw them all the time. now he had the chance to strike up another friendship.Â
âthe usual?â he asks with a warmth in his gaze, already scribbling their name down on a cup. âunless youâre switching things up on me. thatâs okay, if you are, i like to be kept on my toes.â jinyoung chuckles, his smile reaching his eyes and creasing them endearingly. âanything to eat? we have cinnamon swirl loaf today, we donât bake it often.â
          now, miheeâs always been dubbed as âthe responsible oneâ. the âmom friendâ, if you will. she takes care of friends when sheâs not being watched over herself, and itâs always been this way. so to hear one of her dearest friends offer their help instead is foreign to her. not unwelcome, though. just kind of strange.Â
âyou sure about that, soomi?â she doesnât mean to sound condescending, it just happens to come out that way, and the mutant knows she has to say something quick before it sounds like sheâs trying to belittle the other. âi mean, itâs totally fine if you donât. but i-- if you want to then... thanks. but only if youâre sure!âÂ
âwe havenât seen each other in a while and youâre going to spend your time with me reading, really?â joe playfully teases chaehwa, poking her cheek with his index finger lightly as he watches her read her book. he knows that her studies are important to her; bothering her at that moment felt a little wrong to him because heâs the same way when he was still in university. he wouldnât tell her but he missed spending time with her - he doesnât have a lot of friends, despite having a lot of listeners on his soundcloud and people messaging him, asking to meet up. he doesnât like letting a lot of people into his life, the ones he used to know letting him down in the past that heâs become selective of whom he socializes with but being discreet about it. but chaehwa has managed to bring his guard down; how sheâd managed to do it is probably because he sees a lot of himself in her, or at least the qualities he wants himself to have. ⹠@calicoscat
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+ symbol meme starters: (lap) ⌠is this free real estate âŚ
muse: dasom lee.
relief set in some time around 7 that evening, when the sun finally decided to take a break from frying her and every other hipster wannabe gathered within the half mile radius trying to jam eight concerts into one day. she pulled her hoodie on despite her skin still buzzing from performing on one of the smaller stages much earlier in the day. the crowd was small but energetic and her manager told her she would be invited again next year for sure. said manager was off tonguing some dj from croatia right now so dasom was sprawled out on her beach towel, enjoying the music and hot girlsâ drunk dancing and getting drunker herself by the song.
until she saw her.
there was an immediate awareness, a familiarity of sorts. if theyâd met before, dasom didnât remember it but that was nothing new. sheâd met half of los angeles in the past year. when it was like this, inevitable, it didnât matter.
they made eye contact once and then twice more and the fourth time dasom finally just raised her eyebrows at the girl and nodded, once. simple but effective. dasom downed the rest of her drink and reached in the cooler for another as the girl made her way over.
âis this free real estate?â the girl said, tucking herself into dasomâs lap. her bare thighs were warm, contrasting with the cool evening air. dasom laughed brightly, a bit surprised, breathless.
âbabe,â dasom grinned, eyes cat-like, arms wrapping around the girlâs waist. she nosed along the girlâs neck, resisting the urge to taste it. âi think youâll find that thereâs no such thing as free real estate.â her hands snuck along the girls stomach and hips, circling and dragging across the exposed skin. the ground pulsed, bass blasting through the speakers. what fresh hell did you spawn from? she wondered as she stared at the girl, incredulously. pink clouds glowed behind the girl like a halo. she licked her lips before she spoke again, âyour name?â number? sign? her brain continued.
His tongue swirls along his lower lip. His grip tightens around the leather of the steering wheel. The car, shining red into the night, pushes against the wind to no avail. Haru presses his foot deep into the gas pedal until the resistance stops from pressing further.
His blue eyes glint in excitement as he throws a short glance to his company.
They race into the night and only a blessed tragedy. The tires make their monotonous hiss over the rain-washed highway, faster and faster.
matt let out a long sigh on his way to his car, utterly frustrated after that dayâs practice. it seemed like no matter what he did, nothing that came off his foot was even half way decent. there was a match in two days and his coach would probably have the lineup finalized by tonight. he felt like his chances of starting were completely destroyed. and he couldnât even blame anyone but himself. he needed to let off steam and for once, the pitch was the last place he wanted to be.
an idea popped into his head as he pulled open the driverâs side door. he immediately decided on his next move. he couldnât help it. his nature had been retrained to follow his instinct and impulses without question. it was a risk, he could alienate her if it was too soon. theyâd talked about it but she said she wanted to take things slow. that was months ago. he wondered if she trusted him by now. he was about to find out.
leem94: i wanna meet you. for real.Â
leem94: are you free tonight?Â
he set the car in drive and pulled out of his spot, cringing when he cut off his teammate. great. another reason to look forward to tomorrow's practice. it didn't stay on his mind very long though, he understood the weight of what he had just done. his most hopeful prospect in six months of having his profile up was on the line here. he looked himself in the eyes for a moment and it soothed his nerves a little. she liked him. he was sure of it. he just hoped she was ready.Â
