#donghaemi

“i can’t believe you haven’t gotten arrested yet, after what happened last time,” he frowns dramatically down at his glass, like he’s terribly traumatized by their last encounter that the other male was probably too drunk to remember now. in truth, he is, but it’s not like donghae did anything particularly awful, or at least it wouldn’t be if it was anyone other than jeongguk.

he wasn’t lying, and he knew that maybe donghae would take it that he was lying, because he always seemed to never believe what the other was saying. ”whatever you think I’ve done I haven’t.” and he nods his head as if to confirm his words before he moves and straightens up, turning his back on the other for a second or two to turn on the kettle to make them both a drink. it was also something to hopefully try and change the topic because it was starting to make him uncomfortable “coffee or tea?” 

“does this look like an accident?” she asks, eyes cold as ice as she nudges a heel into the side of the dead man’s head. seducing him into a private room and slipping poison into his drink was easy, but she doubts she’ll be able to do the same thing twice. “do you want to end up like him?”

Seulgi waited, her feet moving quietly along the floors of her current home, distracting herself by rearranging different things so many different times—until she heard the phone vibrating against wood, causing her to jump to attention and back into reality. Hopefully it would be him. The device was plucked from the ledge where she had left it, her eyes greeted with several messages from the number she had dug up—it was him. She was surprised, but she didn’t linger on a reasoning of why, she had too many other things she was trying to figure out.  ◜ txt ◞ It is not senseless, that can be promised. ◜ txt ◞ Why ignore the question when you’ve already given attention to it? ◜ txt ◞ Admittedly, I never thought of it that way. However, I’m well aware of how fragile and delicate the heart is. 

{&; he should think about it more, because the question holds so much finality and importance. one wish. it should be considered carefully, so the perfect wish is selected, and no opportunity for better missed, but he doesn’t think about it for long. it’s all hypothetical, and he doesn’t have time for games like this, especially when an answer comes so easily to him. this will do fine. } to get out of vanguard, consequences free. {&; it’s really all there is to it. even with everything he’s lost in the past, this is his instinct; in the end, he wants his own life back the most. }

the answer comes easily and without any hesitation, only due to the fact that it had been years since she put her trust into someone else’s hands, “she died. her name is none of your business, so don’t bother asking.” her lips remain in a line, hiding away the fact that the constant reminder of joohee’s death still effected her. her eyes, however, tell a different story, “it wasn’t her fault, though, so i can’t blame her.”

He knew that asking to borrow some money from Donghae was a bad idea especially when he asked him why he had gotten the cuts and bruises on his face. His hand rises to rub the back of his head. A guilty grin is on his lips, like he knows that what he did was wrong even with the other confirming it from his question. His eyes avoid the others and he huffs slightly before he tries to justify his actions. “Heh, well its just like this..” his voice trails off a little before his eyes accidentally shift and catch the others forcing himself to keep the gaze for a little bit. “I was going to my guy to see the values of things i stole and on the way i got mugged and they stole my stuff.” His grin widens at the weird case of events because he shouldn’t even be smiling or taking this lightly. “And so I tried to get it back and ended up tripping over something and fell into the trash can.” he rubs the back of his head once more and lets out a soft chuckle. “It was quite stupid of me really. But I mean really it was my own fault. So please lend me some money, that was supposed to be my big shot of the week and now I’m broke.”

Joy already regretted agreeing to take the first barista shift at the cafe today. She was never really a morning person thus was more susceptible to grumpiness and bouts of temper but her maternal instincts always took precedence regardless of the time of day. Such was the case when the man walked into the store looking like his shirt was soaked in blood; really what else was she supposed to think given the neighborhood? “Oh I see.I apologize for intruding in your business then, sir.” She nodded solemnly. “What would you like to order?”