#lxuminous

                                                                                                    " Ah- such a nuisance. "

"I don't even know you." The engineer spat back in a defensive tone, such a narrative on his retort not far from the truth; blood seeped from the cut on his forehead, filling his mouth at a gentle and almost calming pace -- settling itself along his swollen lower lip and adding itself to the power of his pointed words in the form of a morbid (yet still embarrassing) splatter. An attack like the one he had experienced tonight was not rare, unfortunately, but was a part of a series containing occurrences that were few and far between. He should only be so lucky, as a biracial go-go boy pacing through the streets of the often furiously xenophobic Seoul at such an ungodly hour... wearing baggy clothing over his work uniform as a hat failed to hide his eccentric, icy blue locks.

[Thank you so much! The same goes to you, at least until now. I hope our muses can interact soon!]

"Under what allegations, may I ask?" He quirked a brow and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly, showing no sign of leaving his chair. Yongguk prided himself on hiding his tracks well — there was no way she had any evidence to hold against him. Perhaps she had suspicions and possible leads, but they all went to a dead end in one way or another. It’s similar to stepping in a puddle; one’s wet footsteps would appear strong at first, but gradually fade until there was nothing left and at that point, you wouldn’t be able to tell where they led to. With a lazy stretch and smug smirk plastered on his lips, Yongguk sighed in what seemed to be content before he spoke, "Show me your evidence. Amuse me."