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adrenaline courses through her veins as she’s suddenly ripped away from the tribute she’d been fighting -- hands mechanically stabbing, stabbing, stabbing anything in sight as self preservation makes sure it’s the only thing that’s keeping her sane, awake, alive. she can barely feel the sharp pain in her side as eyes wild with fear take in the sudden darkness. she can’t loosen her grip on the knife as her fingers shake from the ferocity of the hold -- body crouched she only waits for someone to try and take her life from her. she doesn’t even register she’s out of the arena in her delirium but she’s ready to attack the moment anything comes into her view -- only taking a second to register the shock of seeing a familiar face. lumen? what’s he doing here? in the arena doesn’t he know he’ll be killed? but no...no it can’t be him, right? she’s still having to defend herself, if he’s here then he has to be a mutt? the same kind that they sent after her in the face of her boyfriend earlier on -- she knows if she gives him an opportunity to get close he’ll kill her and she won’t die feeling betrayed. “is this the best you have?” she practically yells, wondering if they could read her throughts too. did they know how often she thought about him? more than her boyfriend? the first one didn’t work so they sent someone like him instead? “I won’t fall for this....I can’t let you kill me...” she growls, launching herself straight at the other with her knife aiming a swipe for his stomach -- she’d spill all the fake mechanical bits and ruin their hard work. 

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TAEYANG GLANCES UP FROM THE BOOK THAT’S LAYING IDLY ON HIS LAP whilst his back is resting on a mountain of pillows that’s supported against the horrible motel headboard that creaks at every second that taeyang exhales –– he’s looking incredulously over the top few torn up pages of his book, an eyebrow raised in confusion as he continues to give the other male a level-headed stare. it’s one in the morning, taeyang’s muscles has been screaming at him all day after a long and uneventful day running from some police officers who caught on that there was a bounty on both of their heads; they’re held up in some ratty motel room with one bedroom that they could only afford and hyunki wants to dance ?

really, it’s a miracle that taeyang wants to kiss that idiot when most of the time the urge to strangle him is larger.

‘ you want to … what ? ’ taeyang deadpans, nimble fingers setting aside his book onto the mattress but not making any movement to get up until he understands why. ‘ hyunnie, it’s one in the morning. go to sleep. ’ 

but hyunki is hyunki and he could feel the other’s pleading stare –– like a child begging for candy, and taeyang lets out a rather solemn sigh before letting his head fall forward, hand reaching out in order for hyunki to pull him up; and taeyang knows he’s done the right thing when his chest feels warm at the other’s touch. 

if this is the one thing that makes them feel normal then it’s the least that taeyang could give him.

❛ I will stab you. ❜ are the first words out of her mouth when she realizes that someone is making their way over to her table. usually she tries to be a little bit more understanding or open but when it comes to taehyun she just can’t help herself. maybe it’s their rivalry, maybe it’s the fact that he’s always got something to say but certainly she knows that if he’s dropping by it’s because he probably has something he either wants to tease her about or something he wants to gloat about. either way, irritation is bad for digestion and she’s nowhere close to being done with her food.  ❛ you better not be here to talk to me about that surgery you got assigned as the lead for... I don’t care ❜ which is a lie because they’d both been gunning for it and now she was going to be in there as an assistant..talk about fucked. 

           most people would find this completely odd, still leaving in the same house as your former wife. but, it was what had seemed to work. they both had busy careers and there was no way to really move out; maybe having busy careers was what had helped to kill their marriage. nonetheless, that’s just how it went and that was something that he had to deal with. even if it was hard to see her and he sometimes still felt like there was something. but, he had always pushed that away; maybe, it was just because he had wished it had worked out. let it be gone, it’s not there. 

Every part of society was laced with bribe and mafia involvement, not many knew this, but there wasn’t anything you could join that didn’t have a dark side to it, not if you looked hard enough. This made his job a lot easier, and there was definitely a lot more CLIENTS that he could profit from. Korea and its noble virtues were all a scam carefully crafted to hide what was lying underneath the belly of the beast. It was where he played, where he existed, where he was just a SHADOW anywhere else. 

The gym was ordinary, nothing special that you couldn’t see anywhere else. But he was there with a purpose, a JOB, as usual. As long as he gets money, the means always justify the END, or at least that is what Jung-hoo lives by. Anything else is far too complex and complicated, so he stays away from it.  

                                        “Are you working with me?”