#kmsoy

her pride, gone. dignity- missing in action. she couldn’t face the girl who’s name was kim soyi- no way. not anymore. 

her head floods with the thought of how much money she’s lost, how much she’s underestimated the older girl. she was older, right? it seemed like it. hyejung sighs, closing her eyes which revealed the black eye that she acquired in the middle of the fight. fingers slip over her face, pressing against her skin before she opens her eyes again and looks at soyi through her fingers. she was upset, filled with rage and anger. did she need to avenge her? no. but she’s lost her reputation. not completely because she could still fight people and win but-- she lost to an amateur. the girl was throwing flimsy uppercuts but hyejung did have to acknowledge the ones that were clean.

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if every single person in the world were rewarded for the amount of times yifan is known to be stubborn then well, the world would probably be a better place. he’s a certified asshole– everyone of his employees would say so themselves, but never in front of him. volcanoes erupt when anger riles through his bones and somewhere in the distance death falls over a valley with daises and sunflowers wilting in a bath of a yellow field. and when something isn’t done the way he asks and to his likings, there’s no telling what’s about to come. yifan fires his assistant who doesn’t get his coffee order right for the fifth time– which longer than he’s put up with others. can’t believe i have to go out and get my own damn coffee when my next shoot is in five minutes. a known complainer as well. 

          “what’s your fucking problem?!”  

some girl probably trying to mind her own business. preys are hunted when they are the most v u l n e r a b l e – when they’re alone. predators pounce at anything they can sink their teeth into and call it their own. the model only watches as exchange of words are taking place and his eyes roll because beasts come in different shapes and sizes– this one happens to be some idiot that can’t leave this girl alone after a sad rejection. yifan hardly finds himself interjecting with people’s fate, but he can smell blood and agony in this twisted fate. it’s too early in the fucking morning to watch someone die– whether it be the girl or the dude who’s trying to press himself up against the petite girl. 

“sorry i took so damn long, they couldn’t get the temperature of my coffee right,” the model says using his free hand to brutally push the attacking man away, almost sending him toppling backwards. “this guy bothering you, love?” an arm slides over the girl’s shoulder, pulling her close by with a feigned smile. 

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there is a flutter (some call if a fucking pit-a-pat, can you believe?), it’s rather sweet of her. calling this notion, this social construct (see: him, perhaps- no it is his love), purely his has the ability to enrapt her. this sacrificial statement and giving into humility of his response is breathtaking. 

sehun almost loves it when it’s given to him on a silver platter, submissive, easy. (who is she, who does she think she is, taking him like this so simply?) does she think these words can easily whisk him away? smitten? 

though, she is on some sort of course. 

“that’s good to hear.” it starts, the frazzled, (mildly) taken oh sehun balances back on his two feet graciously. he doesn’t dare let such emotion be snatched like this. “didn’t know you were such a hopeless romanticist.” tone straight, unimpressed (though he is impressed). the words ‘hopeless romanticist’ ugly to his tongue. sehun feigning some sort of indifference, eyes thrown away from her and to the the creases of his hands to the faint, pale purples and blues of his wrist veins. it doesn’t help much that she is feeding to his ego, bubbling the large pot of male bravado. 

nonchalance is his best suit, he doesn’t simply fall a fool to pretty words in pretty lips. 

250+ starters // status: accepting !

“Hey, don’t talk about him like that--” Donghyuk let out a soft chuckle - emphasizing how little her words hurt him. Hell - he didn’t even think she’d be serious about this. “My teddy is sensitive teddy. Wait, are we talking about me or what-”