#celxcnu

Really, Seunghyun just hated the way Shinwoo walked, as though he owned everything he laid his goddamn eyes on. Maybe it was instinctual that he didn't like the much shorter demon man, or maybe it was because Shinwoo never paid for a single drink he put on his "tab" and just kept ordering them no matter what Seunghyun tried to do. He couldn't even kick the guy out either, since he was somehow protected by the boss, who just adored him... for some damn reason.

He growled low in his throat as he watched the other stroll in through the empty door and saunter up to the bar where Seunghyun was sitting and reading over the itinerary for the evening. "We're not open yet." His voice boomed across the room at him. He hoped Shinwoo would understand and just leave, but he figured chances of that were probably pretty slim. He sighed anyway. He already hated tonight and this was the last nail in the coffin. "Come back later... or never." Never would be fine too.

He tried to focus back on his reading, making a point to ignore the other as best he could, but it probably wasn't very convincing. It was rude but he had a good reason to not want guys like this in The Dive club in the first place; all they did was take up space and beer. He wondered if he could get one of the bartenders to help him through Shinwoo out. Now would be a great time to have hired bouncers for the club, but his boss still hadn't done that yet, among the other millions of things he had yet to do.

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Shinwoo was rarely if ever caught off guard. However, after a heavy “snack” of few hundred of those tasty meat on sticks the humans called Dakkochi and a godly overload of plum wine to dull the bleakness of the night into a riot of soft colors and scents, he was probably far more mellow than usual. Mellow enough that he found himself, shoved and then pinned to a wall with a mouth full of… human…no…angel? The unfamiliar body heat pressed in on his chest mingling with the taste of mint and the sweetened scent of Seraphim, all of which sobered Shinwoo right up like a bucket of ice water to the face. That along with a soft foreign tongue sliding tenderly against his own made his heart jolt, causing a galloping beating pulse to pound against his throat.

WHAT. IN . THE . ACTUAL . HELL?!

NO!

The low growl was the only warning the hellhound gave, right before he instantly went on the defense sinking Canis Inferni fangs, the tips like razors swiftly into the vulnerable caressing flesh swiping along his lips. The bite wasn’t enough to maim (though he sorely was tempted to make it so), but he absolutely intended that his assailant was gonna get a lesson he’d never forget about about not kissing strange dogs on the mouth.

The kiss was nice he had to admit. Never in his life did think he would be kissing a man to try and escape a hard situation. Does it mean he likes men as well as women? No. That’s not it. Maybe he was curious? No. That’s not it either. Whatever it was he decided no to think about it. His main focus should be on breaking the kiss right now.

{ I suggest you halt the kiss before--- }

“!!!” Yoohwan refrained from screaming knowing his enemies were still nearby.

{... Whoops.. I was a bit too late.. } Alex giggled.

“You could have told me sooner.” He replied to the fairy softly but annoyed. Touching his lip he realized he was bleeding. Rolling his eye in annoyance he made eye contact with the other man. “What are you a dog?” He wouldn’t be surprised if he actually agreed. The supernaturals were growing in number now a days and he has a luck for encountering them everywhere.

Before he even got the chance to summon her, Darunia appeared and healed his lip. The healing process was a pain having to relive the sharp pain once again in order for his lip to be restored to normal. After several seconds his lip was once again restored.

“Thanks Darunia.”

Barom stared out the window, a blank expression on his face as his eyes burned holes into the glass. The handcuff, linking him to the car door, burned his skin as if it were a hot poker instead of cool metal. His skin was heated as he thought over everything that had happened. How could he not have seen this coming? As soon as the mechanic had seen the taller male, he knew that something was off about him. That parental instinct in him tingled deep inside him as the stranger made contact repeatedly. There was something unusual about the way he started at Barom and Isabella. By the time that Barom had figured everything out, it was too late. 

“Hey, Barom, you got someone coming in.” The mechanic looked up from the desk, numerous papers piled about, simple paperwork that needed to be filed away. A young man was walking up, the expression on his face causing confusion in the other male. He looked as if he was looking for someone. “How may I help you?” Barom asked, leaning his body against the desk, folding his arms. More than once his boss had told him he needed to be more welcoming, but smiling at strangers wasn’t something Barom cared to practice on. His job was to fix cars not have people consider him cuddly. 

The man complained that there had been several errors with his car and that he needed to get it fixed as quickly as possible. Right away Barom snorted. People always wandered in wanting everything done “as quickly as possible” like working on cars was something easy and quick. Barom didn’t snicker at the man though. Snickering would lose the join money and Barom didn’t want to hinder the Boss he had come to adore any cash that he could get. “Bring it on in. I’ll take a look.”

Once he was underneath the hood of the truck, Barom noticed a few things. For one the vehicle wasn’t in the best shape and could use a good tune up or even a visit to the junk yard. The second thing he noticed was that some of the issues with the engine looked as if they had been done intentionally. “You got yourself a lot of trouble with this one...It might take me about a week. I’ll give you a write up of repairs so an estimate. I’ll give you a call when I know more.” He did smile this time, trying to lessen the blow. The amount of cash this man would be losing was devastating.

Before Shinwoo, whose name Barom learned as paperwork was being filled out, had been watching the mechanic closely, almost obsessively so. The gaze only grew worse once Isabella ran up, hugging her father around the waist. That is when he had felt it. 

Fans were great to have around but sasaengs were a big no no. Reporters have always adored Megan, she was the media's sweetheart. But of course paparazzi were always the ones she was running away from. Today was just one of those normal days. She felt suffocated in her apartment and she wanted some fresh air. Yuri quickly dressed up in her yoga pants and paired it with a nice neon colored top with a thin layer of shirt to top it all off. Wrapping and tying her hoodie around her waist after she faces the mirror as she ties up her hair and grabs her cap.

She wanted to stay low profile, she didn't want any attention. She only wanted to get a break from staying all alone in her apartment so she gave herself a shot on jogging around the park at this time of the night. It was still pretty early, it was just quarter past eight in the evening. After around a thirty minute jog, she heads over to the convenience store to buy herself a bottle of cold water. Swiping her card in no time and signing as she gulps down her water.

"I think it's her." She hears someone murmur in a small distance. "Megan? No way. What will a celebrity like her do in a place like this?" The couple started arguing. True enough, what would she do in that place at that time, right? But they weren't the only ones suspicious of her, there were a couple of people too. With her face all over the magazines, billboards, tv commercials and dramas- It was hard not to notice her and know who she was.

Megan, the top model, actress, fashion blogger and designer. People were beginning to notice her so she started walking then speed walking till she reached the alleyway and ran. Her feet led her in front of an internet cafe which was famous for gamers and students. She has been playing some pc games and got hook but couldn't keep up with it because of her work. So she walks inside, taking off her cap and putting down her hair, noticing the attendant staring at her, she bows her head and smiles but all he gave was a blank look.

Yuri felt insulted by it.