#hanixcel

Jiyong watches the raindrops trickle down along the glass window, smooth and swift raindrops cascading down, and some colliding with each other and melds into one. The skies are the colors of grays, and the clouds seem to have hung lower than usual, and looks bleakly at the ginger. He’s probably been staring for a good thirty minutes or so, watching raindrops catching each other and breaking at the sills.

Oddly, it is today that Jiyong seeps out, and G-dragon sinks in. 

He breathes, slow and steady breaths and lets the silence consume him, though not negatively. His train of thoughts get interrupted when someone appears behind his one-seater sofa, hues of black and red smoke surrounds the figure and as quickly as the smoke came, as quickly as it dissipates. He clears his throat to notify his presence but Jiyong already knows. “What is it,” he states, tone blasé.

The man — demon, who occupies a human host that stands in line with Jiyong’s lime green lamp at five feet tall, reflects his personality as he bows (though Jiyong don’t see it), and speaks in a small voice. “Crowley has required your presence G-dragon.” Jiyong lets out a sigh of annoyance, and the demon flinches. He cards his fingers through his hair and has mild irritance hanging on his face. He gets up, doesn’t bother responding to the earlier statement and turns around. “Next time Shik, ring the doorbell.” And when Shik looks at him, wide eyed and clearly very clueless Jiyong has to blast the wooden floor to make a point, and Shik (though unhappy), disappears.

Jiyong doesn’t want to deal with anything today, just wants to let go and maybe (he glances at the window and watches the raindrops), be drenched under the rain (not like he’ll get sick anyway). Yet he decides to plop infront on the couch infront of TV and switches it on, though mindlessly switching channels, until.

His heart fucking skips a beat for the first time in a very long time. It’s some food programme, and the host is clearly enjoying herself with some steamboat as her eyes widened with glee. He notices the blinking ‘LIVE: SPECIAL EDITION’ and gives the background a sweep. Jiyong is now crouching infront of the TV, staring intently at the screen and imprinting the background in his mind (as the camera pans out he can see quite an alarming amount of fans (clad in pink) and a bus stop opposite. It doesn’t distress him that he doesn’t recognize the place because his powers has evolved to a point where he pretty much almost feels like a god. He closes his eyes and the next millisecond, he’s at the bus stop. He notes that it’s not raining, and he doesn’t find the place familiar but is the least bit fazed. The hoarding fans outside blends him in perfectly well he even teleports himself closer to the shop and sees the brunette shoving food down away happily. 

Ahn Heeyeon. Jiyong stares at the brunette.

Text Sent→ hani ☆ Grab a bathing suit, we’re going out today. I’ll be there in 20 minutes, listen for the bell.

It was another day in the life of Yu Barom. Work had gone smoothly, but the day had still been long and very hot. Isabella was able to spend her day in the comfort of his boss’s office as she went over her lesson, but her father was not spared the same fate. By the time he was ready to clock out the single father was covered in grease and sweat. No complaints left his lips, however. His back ached and his hands were stiff and dry his hair even smelled like gas sometimes, but he was still convinced he had a blessed life. 

That day felt like a curse no matter how much Barom tried to think positively. Every inch of his body was throbbing with small pulses of pain. Just holding his daughter’s hand hurt his wrist. Isabella seemed to sense her father’s discomfort and was very tender with her hand holding. Usually she swung her father’s arm about happily and rattled on about her day. Today she kept it calm. But one thing wasn’t going to change. 

“Daddy?” she asked softly, looking up at him almost shyly. Her father’s eyes wandered down to her slowly, making her feel bad for asking the question that played on her lips. “Yes?” Isabella stopped and glanced at her black buckle shoes. “Can we still go to the bakery? Its cupcake day.” 

Down the street from the auto shop was a small bakery that made some of the most delicious treats that Barom and Isabella had ever tasted. Barom’s busy schedule often kept them from visiting as much as they would like. While he was tired, Barom didn’t mind taking her to the shop. It was only a few steps away. 

ADMIN PASSWORD REQUIRED.

he didn't even have to click. simply a thought and it was typing by itself.

PASSWORD ACCEPTED. LOADING FILES...

it was taking longer than usual. thoughts of worry came up, but he ignored it, probably just bad internet connection here. he’ll have to fix that later. taehyung sat back in his chair, but a loud growl that was followed made him realize how late it was, and how he skipped his dinner. 

with that, he got up and made himself a sandwich. when he came back into the living room. when he saw the screen, he was confused. 

ANOTHER USER IS USING THIS SYSTEM. ACESS DENIED. 

It wasn't a new face, it was that same girl that she would see everyday at her shop. Drinking coffee, devouring on her food and enjoying her meal. Bora always found her amusing at one point but never had the strength to just go out and say hi, instead, she would personally fix her order and have it served.

That afternoon, Bora was just happy. To the point she thought maybe having a new friend would be nice too. Her story was simple, she had paranoia and social anxiety before, now she still tends to be cautious on meeting people and keeps a very small circle of friends of her own to enjoy life with. She was terrible at making friends and even introducing herself, most of all she was terrible at making friends of the same sex. She has a few friends from the camp but out of eleven girls that she had met there, she kept in touch with only one of them. More like that certain friend kept bugging her.

It was a challenge for her to approach the young lady, she didn't want to come off as weird nor did she want to interrupt her meal. Bora just simply wanted to make a new friend. For as long as she could remember, she knew a little bit about her anyway and that was she would come to her shop every afternoon and eat to her heart's content. It was enough, right?

"Here's your order." Bora placed down her food, her drink and held down the tray. "And a white chocolate latte for you, it's on the house." She nodded her head. "I'm Yoon Bora, by the way. Owner of Cafe La Belle." Bowing her head out of respect to her wonderful customer and flashing her a bright smile. "I always see you coming to the shop and enjoying our food. I wish you would feel the same way today and enjoy it lots!"