#clesnoires

( ♠ ) WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE A THREAT? If it was, that has to be one of the most overused, extremely lame, and just flat out dumbest ones she's ever heard in her life. Or he'll bite? Unless he was some rabbid animal on the loose from the zoo under national manhunt for his treacherous crimes of biting people, that 'BITE' probably wasn't going to do shit to her but leave an imprint-- MAYBE even break her skin. But that's highly unlikely. Seriously though, just what the fuck did he take her for? On top of that, she wasn't doing anything 'bite' worthy, merely just holding her index finger out to hover the flesh of his cheek. She wasn't fucking touching him, so why was he getting so defensive?

Regardless, knowing doing something so trivial bothered him only made Kitana want to do it more. Who knew it'd be that easy to rile someone up about a matter so small? Lips curving into a wicked grin coupled with a devious look in her eyes, she wiggled her fingers even CLOSER to his skin; but, never once did she touch him. "Why? Is it a problem? Are you getting all antsy? Hot and bothered? For what, huh?" To an innocent bystander, they'd think the girl was a little sister pulling some HARMLESS PRANK on her precious older brother; far from it. Kit found pleasure in his torment, it was fun. What was he gonna do, stop her?

{ ✯ }        Another relaxed afternoon. There he was, sitting with Jungkook in front of their laptop screens, spending time, just playing a random shooting game online. Nathaniel wasn’t usually very good at these, in fact, he sucked at them, so at first, he wasn’t too excited for this activity. But as soon as the two males starter to play, he started to get the hang of it and eventually, he was beating his friend. Now more encouraged to continue, he kept focus, eyes wide opened and on the screen, not wanting to miss a thing. His friend’s character went down. Nathaniel laughed. He was excited and happy. He was finally winning a game on the computer. Maybe he the luck was on his side that day. Either that or Jungkook really sucked at it.

“You’re just saying that bacause you’re losing!” He chuckled slightly, glancing quickly at the other male before taking his attention back to the screen and it seemed like in a matter of seconds, he was the one losing. “Wait what…” He muttered quietly, squinting at the screen now. “That’s not fair!” Jungkook had won the game just like that. Nothing he could do. “Well… Congrats, you win the bet. I’m paying for lunch…” He puckered his lips. “Lucky ass!”

      there are moments in his life where he merely lives in simplicity, without having himself burdened by work and the violence of seoul’s underworld. it was simply pleasant, to just sit here and believe for a moment that he was just another teenager, wasting his time playing games instead of studying. he’s playing something of a shooting game, not particularly good because he’s never played it before-- or rather, he just doesn’t play games in general. at first he was losing, and that was surely reasonable. jungkook was bad, really bad. still, despite the defeat, he continued playing with the lightness of happiness, and relaxation seeping through his bones. there would be no need to get worked up today, and he can just enjoy himself on his break.

{ ✯ }        He leans slightly closer to the female, peeking onto the screen of her phone and pressing his lips together in a thin line as he tried to understand the itinerary they had to take to finally arrive at the one restaurant they wanted to visit together. With a soft hum and face that showed confidence in the matter. After looking around the street for any sign of were they actually were, he looked back at the phone and tapped the screen a couple of time for more information, snapping his fingers and gazing at the female with a satisfied look on his face.

“It seems like we are on the right way! I think it’s just ahead! Do you see here?” He points a small spot on the screen and then looks at her. “I think it’s just down this road ahead! Let’s check it out.” With a smile, he tugged at the sleeve of her blouse and pulled her with, certain they were doing the right thing. Perhaps it was all his hunger speaking. 

  ⇥ You would think Iseul was good with directions, considering she was a police officer and depended on her knowledge about certain areas and places. Well, in fact she was. While at work. During her free time, all the things she was well informed about seemed to vanish into the air. One reason she always got lost. But apparently Nathaniel seemed to have a clue, even if it was just the slightest hint of it. She sighed deeply in relief, felt happy that they hadn’t been completely wrong about the way they were on. 

Her eyes narrowed on the phone screen, but before she could actually make out what he meant, he was dragging her along, making her stumble clumsily. ❝If it’s still not it,❞ she said, trying to catch her breath from all the power walking, ❝let’s just settle in another restaurant near. I am starving and actually too tired to keep on wandering around like a lost child.❞ Her face was a single frown as she peeked at him, hoping he’d see the frustration in her eyes and give in.

  { ✯ }        “What shall we have today?” He mumbled to himself, humming for a couple of seconds before deciding on a tea. Tea was good anytime, any season, no doubt on that. Getting ready to had some milk to his chamomile tea–his favorite–he notices another boy, standing there with a look of disappointment in his face. He then looked over at his tea, the milk he had pourred in floating at the edges of the mug. “Oh, bad luck… Do you happen to know which milk carton you used?”

“I really don’t know which one,”  his eyes only flicker once toward the other male, disappointment keen on his features. He was so deep into his thoughts, he’s only lucky that he hadn’t taken a sip of the spoilt drink himself. “You think I have to pour them all to find it?” Sehun gives a weak smile, reaching for his cup to toss it in the trash since he knew already that there was no since to pour out his mistakes. Too many days has he dealt with a cup with too much sugar or cream that he had to force down throughout his day but this wasn’t going to be one of them. He picks up another cup but shifts to reach over the bin to grab the carton closest to him and sniffs at its opening-- it smelled like sweet milk and furrowing his brows he wasn’t entirely sure how he should deal with this. 

pry-- send me a symbol for... : [ ♤ ]

☎ - what my muse’s room currently looks like

─ [ ♡ ] Jinri pondered at the question before looking at herself in the mirror, tapping the side of her cheek, she hums softly before replying. ❝I look so tired lately. I feel like I’ve lost some weight in just a month. The past events took a toll on me, especially my health. So I look a little frail, and dead.❞

❄ - five thoughts my muse has recently had

─ [ ♡ ] I miss him. Does he think about me? When is he coming home? I feel homesick. I want to hear him laugh and smile.

♫ - five things your muse finds attractive in a person

─ [ ♡ ] Collar bones, smile, jawline, their heart and personality.

✂ - my muse’s five most visited websites

Aiden’s brows rose as he looked around him, squinting occasionally to try his best to take in whatever was around him. Something didn’t feel right, and he didn’t like it. It was unnatural for Seoul to suddenly go quiet, unless--of course--he missed something on the news or so. “Well, something’s off..” 

His head turned to see if anything was off, but then again.. it was getting dark, so there wasn’t much people. Though, there was always a good amount of people out. The brunet adjusted the bag that rested on his shoulder as he walked to a nearby bus stop, since he didn’t bring his car to work. He let out a groan like scream. It has been a rough day for him and it’s gotten hard since his staff are so self-centered.