#dicendum.

the clock hits midnight, and the car stops to a halt under the stale red light. soojung shrugs her shoulders and tells her that it’s okay because she’s been in worst situations before, which isn’t a surprise considering one of her brothers involved themselves in highly dangerous situations.

“if this car is stolen, then i’m going to have to congratulate you on exactly how you stole it, unni.” she says, fingers gripped loosely on the wheel. “then again, you probably used your charms, didn’t you? and besides, it’s more fun to do something bad once in awhile.”

yet deep down, hidden beneath the excitement and adrenaline, is the emotion of fear that is waiting to unravel.

    « nv »     technically... eunseo didn’t steal the car, but perhaps, she did take advantage of the heavily intoxicated male at the bar. the female coaxed him into allowing her to test out his car (which was a fucking nice lamborghini sesta, which the male probably bought somewhere overseas). and of course, with her lovely vixen charm, it wasn’t hard to do so at all.

“heh... you’re probably right, about using my charms,” she said in a fairly nonchalant manner. “plus, it was easier since... i was more at an advantage. this car is fucking expensive though, isn’t it? you don’t see this car around at all... maybe i should give it to one of the boys. i’ll haggle some money out of them.”

"you dang jung" listen here, you brat.

WAIT WHY AM I HATE.

   THE CLUB’S BASS was pounding in Seokjin’s ears, accompanying an uninvited headache. Seokjin had merely came for Eunseo’s sake, however, she had left him sitting alone in one of the VIP booths, whispering to him a few moments earlier about needing to use the restroom. Probably a long line, Seokjin mused, staring lazily at the heated bodies pressed up together on the dance floor. A body soon blurred into frame, and the male had to slouch back into the couch to get a clearer view of the figure that was slowly making her way onto his booth’s platform, perfectly manicured nails curling around the stainless stripper pole.

Despite the obvious cheers and jests his party was showering on the hired female, she seemed to keep her gaze on Seokjin as she went to work, stacks of fifty thousand won falling under her feet. A coy grin spread onto her rosy lips as her leg hooked around the pole, and Seokjin’s headache merely seemed to worsen as he found himself hooked onto her presence. Gaze darkening, he brought his glass of Jack Daniel’s up to his lips, letting the bitter liquid slide down his throat with a slight, but welcomed burn. Even when he finally tore his gaze away, the female was still watching him; as if challenging him to do something, anything.

Eunseo… As if on cue, the said female finally appeared back in the booth, fitting her way next to Seokjin’s side. Seokjin felt her burning and fiery gaze on him even as he draped his arm comfortably over her shoulders, almost as if she had caught on to the obvious tension between him and the stripper. As she brought her head in closer to his own, she let her lips brush along the shell of his ear as she murmured to him, enviousness laced in her words. “Tell all those other girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”

Taking yet another sip of his whiskey, he indulged Eunseo in a low chuckle before he placed his drink on the table to the left of him, the stripper already long-forgotten in his mind as his lithe, yet calloused fingers (from years of piano) cupped her chin rather fondly; thumb stroking over her lips. Though his gaze was still dark, he knew she could easily spot the underlying affections in his orbs. Nevertheless, his lips curled up into a smirk as he spoke just above the music, “Jealous? Mm… I could only hope the feeling is mutual, ‘seo.”

   « nv »     leaving seokjin for a couple minutes to escape to the restroom, she trusted the male to not make any moves on the strippers that were ever-so-seductively doing their job. but of course, him being a male, it’d be hard. hell, seeing their almost naked figures swing around that cold, long pole, made her hum in content as well.

eunseo looked at the large mirror in the restroom, touching up her makeup. applying a new layer of her favorite matte lipstick (for clubbing and partying, that is), a fairly dark purple-red color called ‘smoked purple’ from MAC onto her plump, red lips, eunseo smacked her lips together to evenly distribute her now stained lips. her black, tight minidress continued to hug her figure perfectly, though eunseo lowered down the neckline, exposing a bit more cleavage (most likely for seokjin, and of course, those playboys grinding their crotches on any girl they can get their hands on). after she finished her few (more like a ton load) touchups, the orange-brown haired girl made her way out of the restroom.

making her way through the club, noticing guys’ eyes on her tall, curvy figure, she only threw them a smirk before pushing her way through back to seokjin. and not even ten or fifteen feet away from their table, eunseo saw his eyes fixed onto the stripper that was showing off her body (which wasn’t as great as hers, of course), her gaze grew dark, feeling that envious sensation as usual. growling to herself, the girl’s stilettos click-clacked against the black tiles, fakely smiling sweetly at the males that were trying to latch themselves on her.

“I’m!” Her left foot hits the pad quite hard, but not accurate. “Not!” She puts her strength back into her thigh and not her voice. It’s a quick cut to the side of Junseo’s thigh. “Jealous!”

Junseo smiles, her façade a flickering light in between kicks. She proceeded to get better, but not before slacking in her precision or her trauma first. The two cousins found solace gearing up and working out in the dojang. Whereas Junseo attends the training hall religiously, Eunseo tries to weave time into her decently packed schedule to make it happen. Today was one of those afternoons.

“You’re so cute, Eunseo,” he coos. In pure Jung Junseo fashion, he leads his soft remarks into something worth striking the pad deathly hard once more for. “Oh look at us, we both can lie to each other.”

Then again, in pure Jeon Eunseo fashion, she round-house kicks her cousin. Thankfully for the latter, he spots the move before she could fully execute it, and instead of almost hitting him in the head, he immediately put the pad up like a shield and dodged her. He looks at her, hardly shocked and slightly amused. “Pad, Jeon! Hit the pad!”

   « nv »     in between each kicks would be her firmly, and angrily, telling him that she was indeed not jealous. but god knows that that was not the case. eunseo, being that green-eyed monster, was almost always jealous, no matter what it was. looks, status, intelligence-- anything. if someone was better than her, she immediately got envious of them, wanting to one up them. which is why she was so diligent at times.

“don’t... call me,” her voice increased in volume once more as she sloppily kicked the pad with her left foot (which she always thought was her weak spot when it came down to doing kicks, or anything),”cute!!!” with that energy still going to her voice, eunseo quickly switched to her right leg, smacking her foot right in the center, and with much force, that eunseo saw the tall male stumble. and with that, the older ran her fingers through her short locks, heaving a loud groan at him. and his eyes only widened in pure entertainment. “damn, noona. you sure have some strength in that little body of yours.”

eunseo only laughed at junseo making a remark about how she should hit the pad instead of him, plopping right on the ground after her attempt to round-house kick him. “then, next time, don’t ignite something to make me angry, huh? because i’ll be sure... that i’ll kick you hard and quickly before you even have the time to react.” eunseo sweetly smiled at him before gesturing him to switch positions. 

[ text to: snake ] lol no thanks

[ text to: snake ] i might as well order delivery

( SMS: JAEJAE )

[ SMS / / : EUN-VY ! • @acerbiem ] » WOW , are you flirting with me ? » also , yes.

( SMS: JUN )

how’d you know. am i obvious? should i go to your apt?

TEXT—EUNSEO ( send @ 11:58PM )

What party, you said you were just going out for a walk. You lied to me, didn’t you? Where is that, let me get my bat and my scooter like a little police car and play the alarm.

( SMS: MINSOO )

... i dunno if you haven’t realized... but i tend to lie a lot. HAH. anyways, it’s that club just down the street next to your place. though... please, do NOT bring your bat. it’s embarrassing, seeing you wave that shit around.