#flirtvus

falling in love wasn’t a part of elijah’s plan in the first place.

his actual plan had been:

1. approach aerin, get her interested in him and gain her trust. 2. dig up dirt on her uncle and expose him to the authorities using an anonymous tip-off.  3. when that’s done and dealt with, cut off all ties with her.

yet he couldn’t bring himself to do the last part. the past few months spent with her, being her boyfriend, hiding the relationship from his co-workers and her classmates — he didn’t expect to enjoy it all. he told himself to muster his biggest fake smile for her, instead it grew genuine every time he sees her. the line between pretending and becoming began to blur with every moment he gets to know her better only for him to fall deeper into her tight clutch. the lingering touches in his office, kisses in between classes and secret rendezvous in empty auditoriums were just icing to the cake. 

he thought he could keep it up; the secrets and the lies while living in the happy bubble they created for themselves — only he forgotten to take in consideration what happens when she finds out the truth. 

“aerin, baby, please…please listen to me.”    

if someone had told qifang months ago that he would like holding hands with louis park — the same louis park who he spent months making his life a living hell from the opposite building and vice versa — he would have laughed. would have even call them crazy, too, because there was no way he would be holding louis’s hands willingly in the first place. of course, no one expected the change of events; especially not him. 

but here he was, in another fancy event he was obliged to show up (for appearances, his ever-so-helpful secretary had said with a cheeky grin, and to shove your ‘fake’ relationship in everyone’s faces again), with louis’s hand gripped in his, and for once in his life, he found himself enjoying the event. usually they were boring, with too many old men with their endless stories of lavish lifestyle and mistresses, and he more often than not (though would never say it out loud), looked forward to louis showing up, just so he could have a battle of wits with him, rather than having to endure another boring story from one of his business partners.

instead of coming for each other’s throat this time around — their relationship had drastically changed this past few weeks, but who was he to complain if it meant having a warm body beside him during the lonely nights? — qifang leaned against a wall after finally escaping a round of socializing, idly rubbing circles on louis’s hand with his thumb. he should have let it go now that they're out of everyone's eyesight but qifang thought it would be better to hold on, just in case. reporters are literally covered every inch of the room and they couldn’t possibly let the facade slip. (or that’s what he tells himself anyway.)

"you know," he reached out to take a glass of champagne from the waiter passing by and took a sip, "you would expect with their old age, they would have less energy, but they never stop talking, don't they?" qifang gestured towards most of the occupants in the room before turning to smile mischievously at the other male. his so-called boyfriend. “want to get out of here?”

never E V E R gon' mislead you don't believe the lies they feed you stop and stare like a sculpture painted in your colors. ( ! )

suki let out a yawn — her second one in the last thirty minutes. it had been a long day for her, having been called up by his sister’s kindergarten’s teacher in the afternoon, telling her that nari had gotten herself in a fight and then having to excuse herself from work to drive down there to pick her sister up so she could give her a piece of her mind. she ended up making nari cry instead which instantly made her feel horrible. she was sure that there was a trophy called ‘worst sister ever’ out there, made specifically for her. add into the fact that she hadn’t slept a wink last night, too busy staying up preparing for her gang assignment; seducing men for their money needed careful and meticulous planning, after all. so she felt mentally and physically drained. and she still had the rest of the night to go through. it was a good thing the bar wasn’t so busy tonight or she would have been wiped out in a second. drying a scotch glass with a cloth, she tried her best to stifle another yawn only to fail miserably in the end.

“ah, i missed you, honey.” he lets the furry animal climb onto him as soon as he took a seat on jisung’s couch, petting the cat affectionately and beamed when she purred. looking up at the owner, he frowned, albeit a fake one. “if i didn’t know any better, i would say you’re trying to keep her away from me.” at this point, he had cuddled the cat and leaned back, the whole situation feeling all too familiar for him. not that he was complaining. he missed hanging out with his best friend favorite pet.

“you’ve got to be kidding me....” taeil muttered under his breath as he picked up the sock he almost slipped on off the floor, nose scrunched in disgust at the smell. it obviously wasn’t his (he usually puts them in the laundry basket after use like a normal person) so it could only belong to: “stevie!” still holding onto the sock albeit far from his nose as possible, he left his things in the living room and strode to said boy’s room, his annoyance growing with every step. he wouldn’t mind it the first few times but he doesn’t want it to be a daily occurrence, god forbid somebody (he) would get hurt. he does have a tendency to read while walking so stevie should have known better. in spite of his irritation, he still knocked first, having learnt his lesson from his previous roommate (to which he shuddered at the memory) before entering, holding up his sock in the air and a piercing glare at his younger roommate. “yah! don’t you have any common sense not to leave your stuff lying around?”