#mixzelo

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tw: blood

well thing was right, jaeho was the farthest thing from fine. his scar decided to re-open while the two of them were recklessly running away from the cops–again. he doesn’t quite remember when it happened, maybe while they were hopping over the fence or when he literally grabbed a man and threw him off of zelo. either way it happened and the two were stuck hiding underneath some bridge as jaeho tried to catch his breath.

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tw: abuse

after the years she could predict days like these. days where customers would buy to relieve stress, wanting nothing more than to find someone they could twist and turn in the palm of their hands without consequences–at least so long as they stay within the terms and don’t manage to kill anyone in their fits. 

one customer in particular only came to hyoseong when everything in his world was slowly crumbling. business and wife aside, however, he was just an angry individual that has made the displeasure of being a regular, and she hated every time he came. today, like the usual days he came barging in with anger laced in his words, she sports a red mark across her face.

she’s just trying to get home now, her hair serving as a shield to block the public eye from her face. but obviously the man beside her saw through that. 

honesty hour!

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his amused laugh echoes through the room as they talked. brian isn’t much of a person who would feel that comfortable on someone’s place, even if that someone close to him. yet, there he is, lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling, feeling his head a bit heavier than it should be due all the alcohol he had. maybe it’s the reason why he feels so comfortable—the fact of being drunk. luckily, he didn’t live far from zelo’s place, which meant he wouldn’t be driving and putting anyone else, but himself, at risk.

he turns his head to take a look at the younger guy—a guy he’s still getting used to the presence but… anyone who offers him drinks and laughs was founded to be his friend. “seriously?” he wonders after finally stopping laughing, his cheeks hurting while still listening to the other’s babblers (on his own dizziness, he is not sure if zelo is as drunk as he is). “well, i bet they got mad at you” brian adds, his head still turned and looking at zelo on the opposite side of the room.

against all of his wishes, he sits up and runs his hands through his blonde hair, messing it more than actually making it look better—but he doubts anyone would actually see or notice it anyways. “i should get going” he says, taking a look on his phone to see what time it was and frowning a bit at the screen light—but yes, it’s late… very late. “3am… honestly, zelo…” brian mutters, shaking his head just a bit—in hopes not to get more dizzy than he already is.

“That’s what happens when you try to take my wallet, dumb-ass.”

The attempt has to be endearing at the least, it’s not often someone trained in Taekwondo manages to pin a young boy to his back and shove his face into the ground. Perhaps a few surface wounds but not something that would be astoundingly painful, it’s a move he’s perfected in his life-time of being a SIC and a doctor. Just the right pin points could stabilise someone into a position of discomfort. Or if he just move to the left a little he could dislocate his shoulder but hey, he’s not that much of an asshole. 

Still, he doesn’t think the other is so inherently bad but instead thought he could seize an opportunity that would work for him. But it didn’t. The attempt was endearing in his eyes because it was a basic move that could have gone either way and today it hadn’t quite worked. So he decided to help the other up onto his feet and brush away any dirt that had allocated onto his clothing. The looks from other people had now subsided into their phones or whatever technology they were holding, but he had no care for them anymore. 

“You want to try to rob someone? Hey, hey, look at me. You keep eye contact, firstly. Then you gently grasp their shoulder or an arm, make sure they focus on something other than what you’re taking..” And just like that, he held up the others wallet with a fond smirk on his lips. “Voila, you’re there.” He passed him back his wallet and stretched out his arms. “You’re trained in other sorts of thievery, try not to do hand on hand till you’ve perfected the art of distraction.”

That didn’t stop him from being intrigued, however. 

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hyoseong doesn’t even meet his eyes, lips pressed into a line as she raises an eyebrow. there’s no signal of interest or surprise of the younger man’s tone of voice, let alone the words that come pouring out of his mouth and spitting at her like venom. she simply keeps her attention to the world ahead of her, but even then her gaze looks blank. she’s actually putting some thought into what he is apologizing for, realizing that her habit of pushing people away was probably getting on his nerves.

did he blame himself for how she treated him? was he not aware that that was how she treated everyone? or did he expect all prostitutes to put a mask on and pretend to be someone else?

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