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19. Asleep

Other than in the field of bartending, Jinah had never really considered herself as much of an artist. Admittedly, she was the self-professed Da Vinci of all stick figure drawings, but the growth of the potential of her creative flair came to a screeching halt there, much to her high school art teacher’s dismay.Today, though, Jinah felt as though her heart was pumping talent. Inspiration flowed through her veins readily and she was feeling giddy with adrenaline. Letting me catch you asleep only two days after that snotty little prank you played? Tsk. Bad decision.She lowered herself onto Flynn’s bed, brushing aside locks of ebony hair splayed out on his forehead gently with the pads of her fingertips. Her fingers released the handful of Sharpies she had been gripping, and they fell onto the duvet with a dull thud.Now, then. There was a plethora of colors to choose from - which would she pick first? Her fingers strayed towards the left, and she smiled. Perhaps delivering a tiny bit of justice was in order.Keeping the cap of the marker firmly locked between her teeth, Jinah traced his eyelids with its felt tip gleefully. Gone were the faint, fine lines of purple underneath translucent skin, masked over by a very calming shade of cornflower blue. She imagined that Flynn wouldn’t be very calm after returning to the realm of the living, though. She scrawled the words, ‘WORLD’S MOST SHAMELESS BREAKFAST PANCAKE THIEF' on his forehead. Beautiful.According to her coworkers, men wearing eyeliner was in trend now, and armed with black ink, she had to physically restrain herself from transforming him into a very bizarre, albeit adorable panda. She leaned back to survey her handiwork with a satisfied beam and spotted a lone red Sharpie dancing on the edge of the bed.She smiled. A very perfect color, for a very perfect plan.Delicately, Jinah began to draw resemblances of lipstick stains all over his cheeks and forehead. Flynn had always been complaining that modern women weren’t very attracted to his smolder, so she reasoned that she’d give him a little comfort.As she started on her second scarlet kiss, he began to stir, chest heaving and falling a hint quicker that she would have liked, and she began to panic. “Crap,” she mumbled, dropping the marker. She had barely gotten started! There was still the recipe for fried chicken she wanted to inscribe on his forearms (courtesy of Paula Deen), and there had been plans made to paint his fingernails a lovely bright pink after. She lunged for his hand, practically sprawled out across his lap trying to keep him still. Maybe if I just weigh the blanket down…"…What are you doing?" Eyes the color of coal regarded her from under hooded lids, and Flynn’s fingers captured Jinah’s wrist in a vice-like grip. He yawned, voice husky and coated with sleep, and she smiled innocently, surreptitiously tossing the marker out of his line of sight. Bless her forsaken soul. The beast had risen from its slumber."Nothing." She desperately wanted to cackle out loud, because he looked so RIDICULOUS but she dug her nails into her thighs and smiled so hard she felt as if her eyes were going to spontaneously combust from the pressure. Jinah kept her voice light, and pretended to play with his fingers instead. "You’re a light sleeper, huh? I was just, uh, taking measurements, because I’m, um, knitting oven mitts. For Christmas!""Light sleeper?" Flynn teased slyly, gesturing to their tangled limbs. "I was actually having a dream about a very cute girl I met on the streets the other day, and halfway through it felt as if a pregnant elephant had sat itself on my face. I guess we now know why."Jinah fumed internally. This little piece of… Without a word, she handed him the pocket mirror she had stowed in her back pocket with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"If I wanted to leave, I would have left by now." - Sentence Meme

The petite woman made her way to the nearest Pojangmacha to get soju and a late night snack. She wore a cap over her head to cover her face and a hoodie over it in case she would get discovered by reporters and make tomorrow’s headlines with 'Prime Minister's Daughter Getting Drunk Late at Night'. It was already a dangerous move for her to be doing this; however, it wasn’t a first so she thought it wouldn’t hurt to do this again for the nth time. Besides her bodyguards were always making sure that she was fine and if she were to get hurt, they would receive harsh punishment from her father.

A cool breeze passed by her, making her shiver even through her warm attire. She took quicker steps towards a chair and sat herself down and called out, 

❝ Ajumma, one bottle of soju here!Oh, and also mandu please. ❞

She began to take a few sips out from her shot glass and watched her surroundings. It was a beautiful night, seeing the couples and others walking around that decorated Christmas tree. It was a nice sight because she couldn’t have such a thing happen to her, being too preoccupied with the title of being the daughter of the Prime Minister.

A person soon came and sat in front of her and her first thought was her bodyguard who was probably worried that she would get too drunk which had occasionally happened before. She slowly began to feel intoxicated by the drink and started to ramble nonsense, swinging her arms here and there. She spoke of being how hard it was to have such a title and how her brother’s death was all her fault. Trying to gain back to a more conscious state, she tapped her cheeks lightly and looked at who was in front of her. To her surprise, it was a complete stranger who sat there the whole time listening to her rambling. She asked why didn’t he leave her alone, but just sat there and listened. 

                                           ❝ If I wanted to leave, I                                               would have left by now.  ❞  

The response he gave her threw her off guard.  His words brought her back to a more sober state suddenly and she sat herself up straight. She blankly stared at him for the longest time before she replied to him, still being in a state of confusion. She hoped that he didn’t make out what she was saying because it meant that he would have heard too much and it wouldn’t be good for the both of them, mostly him. 

Flynn ʜᴀs ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx!

renting flat #612, a two-bedroom apartment, rooming with nanaax.

Clouds were beginning to close into the city and an ominous feeling was scattered around Yeolmu's heart. It was bit stuffy, yet she felt glad to have it there. It reminded her of her brother's death and how unjust it was. These gloomy days reminded her that she still needed to accomplish her mission of opening the disclosed case about the death. She found it to be odd to be closed by a prosecutor when her father was in the system, so high up, too. Her eyes waver at the sight of young adolescent boys as they remind her of when she last saw of own brother. Pain, despair, regret. These feelings never once left her heart, rather it was continuously buried deep down in there for she was unable to let go of them.

Time began to fly by as her last class was coming to and end. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Her wandering eyes peeped over at the window to see the foreshadowing of rain, but she thought that it wouldn't until she made it back home. An idiot was she to think so. Her maid had told her to take an umbrella with her, but she stubbornly refused and left without it. Her feet took her out of the building where she saw a light sprinkle of rain. She raised her hand up and allowed her curled fingers to release and allow the drops of rain to drip onto them as a small smile silently drew upon her features. 

She began to stroll down the streets with light footsteps until the light shower began to turn into pouring rain. She looked for shelter, but damn, God was not on her side. The lady found someone holding an umbrella and without shame she ran over quickly to duck under. Being small and of a rather short height, she was able to find herself hiding under objects quite simply. She brushed off the rain droplets from her coat before saying anything to the other. 

❝ You don't mind sharing an  umbrella, do you? ❞

angst starter

          With a frustrated sigh, she looked over at the other male and just stared at him -- lips pursed and eyes slightly squinted. Was he really acting as if nothing was wrong? Oh my god. This was getting way too annoying and in any moment, Iris would surely snap and kill him. Was he really acting all calm about it? Fucking shit. Iris ran her fingers through her hair before she placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him. 

                                    "Don't give me that look."

A short laughter escaped her as she found it rather amusing how he was already trying to push it. Taking a step closer to him, she then reached up and placed a hand upon his left shoulder, flashing him that wicked smile of hers.