#jihios

⁽ ⁹⁵ ⁾ ’ EXCUSE ME ? Did you really just  insult Naruto in front of me like that, it’s  my favorite series. Thank you. ‘

“What is it?” he asked before looking up from his phone to inspect whatever it was Jiho was trying to feed him. His eyes lit up almost instantly as he saw the slice of cake she was holding out to him. “I can’t believe you know my every single weakness and use them against me like this, what kinda evil?” He wasn’t about to reject her offer, though. After taking a bite of the food she’d offered him, he grinned and gave her a thumbs up. “It’s really good, did you make it yourself?”

★ …but i didn’t know it was lube….★ i thought it was hand lotion★ honestly….

“I didn’t do anything wrong, I didn’t... It was... a mistake... I didn’t...”

It’s comforting and Hyungwon attempts to respond, yet only a slew of thank yous and I hope so manages to escape him. He eventually stops sifting through the pilling of his sweater, sitting up to face Jiho. “You’re endearingly positive. It’s a good mindset to have.” He hates to have had exposed himself, especially when it concerned his personal worries (that he believes he should be able to resolve on his own). It’s difficult sometimes, so he’s thankful for occasional words of encouragement such as this. 

             It doesn’t surprise him that he would find the said girl wandering on her own, bundled up in layers of clothing with half of her face dipped under the mask. He had received a text from Jiho, she needed him and it was more than likely he ended up showing up at their usual spot near the Han River. He even bought some stuff from the convenience store; two cans of coke, a gum and three triangular kimbaps, knowing she’d probably feeling hungry. They did this a couple of times and by far, he’d stuck with a damp shirt by the end of the night. Despite he had been summoned by the league to finish another task, he stood right behind her, waiting and watching until she turn around and spot him. Being with her somehow ease him, making him feel more human than just a cold-blooded killing machine. So he let out a small puff of breath, one hand in his pocket, gazing at her from behind.

The term ‘something bad’ used made her slow down the chopsticks that had been headed straight towards already parted lips. Truth be told, at this time and age now, she doubted anything bad could catch her off-guard. She’d seen too much of the world, know too much to be taken off-guard by bad news-- and even if so, how disastrous could it be? “Something bad?” She repeated, resuming her lunch once more. She’d been starving, having not eaten anything since last night-- solely because she overslept and had to leave her place in a hurry in order to make it in time for a graded performance in school. Her time management was completely off lately and it would do her good to correct that. Some day, perhaps. “What-- did somebody kill someone?” Her response had been a joke, and god did she hope the female did not respond with a ‘how did you know?’ or ‘what should we do?’ because really, she was good at many things-- but dealing with murder was not one of them. “What is it?”

     Ice skating was supposed to be fun, he thought. So when he found himself on the cold, frozen flooring with (what he assumed to be) a possible sprain on the ankle, he can't stop himself from shooting the younger a look that was somewhat close to a scolding one. “I told you doing that wasn’t a good idea.”