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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ R P - S T A R T E R - Nº153 (taken!)

♡ Love To Hate Me - Blackpink ♡

♡ Plot Inspired By: oh look who finally came around? || kris and younoh are finally meeting with one another, this time properly, after their many encounter. this one holding a bit more weight than the other accidental ones and it’s time they have a proper sit down. ♡

with a faint sigh, the raven haired assassin waited about in the eating area inside the hotel. kris was here to meet up with the kid from a while back -two weeks ago to be exact- where they will be both be sitting down to talk about this so called ‘preposition’ the other has. they had agreed that they would meet where everyone eats down at a hotel the other frequents often and thus here he was, waiting on the other. this was crazy, very crazy. kris shouldn’t be doing this because this was all just so out of the book. of course one would argue that when was the last time the assassin ever really played by the book in his life? still, he was going to go ahead and give some kid a chance to explain their wild fantasy or whatever this would be, of having kris work for him. he can’t get mad at but himself, he agreed to this in the first place but that dosn’t mean he was going to agree to any of his suggestions right away or at all to begin with. he was content with the current life he had, he had no reasoning for changing it.

still, if there was on thing that was getting to him more than this idea was the fact the kid was late.

one cannot be late with their time, at least in the field that kris worked with. one error of a second and it’s all hell from there so he liked to be a bit punctual with things and meetings were one of them. not only did he feel annoyed from the kid from their first proper time of speaking but he was getting more annoyed with him for not being on time and the lad was this close to call it quits. get up from his seat but looks like his prayers were answered when a figured appeared in front of him

“look who finally decided to show up for the dance”

“ nuffin— ”

kota ducks his head, chewing faster and swallowing so fast he promptly hacks up a lung, smacking his own chest a couple of times while quelling his coughs. eyes watering some, he clears his throat and looks over at sihwan, flashing him a grin.

makestar was a good company. the more kibum spent time in its headquarters, the more he could tell why nght had decided to join it instead of letting war continue between their main attractions. most of the walls were made of glass and while people moved quickly through the halls, the stress and tension levels were bearable instead of annoying. he had wandered through the aisles while his manager finished the paperwork with the company for a future collaboration, eyes intent on finding a familiar petite figure he hadn’t seen in a few days.

however, the only thing he found on his way to the dance studios was the sound of one piece he hadn’t heard before. the tune had a dark tinge. as the notes escalated, kibum could picture a sequence of tension that continued to grab his attention. when steps led to the studio’s entrance as the bridge resounded, hazel orbs took in the figure reflecting through the mirrors around the room. lips pursed and whatever feeling was developing in response to the call of a siren, was held off as it turned sour in his mouth. 

daeho. the shit jinah had taken a liking to. the spec of dust with big, pretty eyes and a still lanky frame. the same worthless trash that wouldn’t last for long in the abyss of fame. the singer crossed his arms against his chest and leaned his back on the threshold, shoulders and bow-shaped lips tight with tension. he continued to watch the young trainee through sharp eyes that dissected every motion and expression to its essence, anything to prove himself the younger male was wanting. 

and yet, he did not find what he was looking for. every twirl, every sequence of fast feet held a promise for the future. kibum witnessed his shine and let himself imagine how it would look in some years after the dangers of the spotlight covered it with darkness. he appreciated for a moment the same thought that jinah must have entertained when she saw him first. 

kibum hated it. hated him.

oh minjun is all but flush with the praise, absolutely pleased with how things have turned out. his biggest fear would have been yoonoh already having the book— the embarrassment of being too slow and left with a book he wouldn't read himself would have ended him, surely. 

being pulled in is not anything he anticipates, but the younger happily returns the embrace, acting as if the little kiss to his hair doesn't make his chest do a weird little jig. really, he needs to figure out how to lessen the effect yoonoh has on him before he makes a fool of himself again. 

open to: m/f/nb. connection: whatever you desire. muse: kang minjoon.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ R P - S T A R T E R - Nº152 (taken!)

♡ 20 Something - Jeong Sewoon ♡

♡ Plot Inspired By: guess we meet again? || taeyong has another run in with valentine and no, this time it doesn’t involve a tree but this one involves the famous rush hour within a cafe. the day where both meet each other in a normal setting and after the “tree rescue”. ♡

taeyong huffed to himself while he was walking about the campus grounds. did he ever mention how much he hated school? my gosh was today really not his best day’s now was it? it was a wednesday so it was the middle of the week and some weird joke with life this meant his most busiest one. the one where he was filled with three classes compared to just two and ontop of that schedule was also dance practices. oh and also was exam day for one of said classes which he was positive he failed at because he seriously did not understand anything. he did study but everything just seemed to disappear from memory. as if he had went into his brain and clicked to auto delete all files of information to help him out with passing the exam. gidae was tough and they made sure you would remember that with each lessons and scheduling. all taeyong wanted to do right now was curl up under the covers after screaming into his pillow like it was the void and then turn on to watch his good ‘ole favorite childhood show ‘the wonder pets’ -no one knows about this so he keeps that a little secret- 

but alas, taeyong has to be an adult so he has to do the next best thing an adult does in such situations. that is coffee.

thus the brightly pink haired found himself within the local cafe spot that was common with fellow students but again, luck seemed to not be on his side as it was packed. really packed, it’s as if you saw hundred of ants hoarding around a dropped ice cream pop on a hot summer day...this was just like that. only difference is it’s not blistering hot outside. yet taeyong still pushed forward, moving up the line to take his order as quick as he can and sit down...problem is, where can he sit down in such a crowded place?!