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10 things I hate about you , accepting ; @pcyco

         “ Why are you being so defensive ? “ There was only so much Quin could take  , and this was beginning to push him closer to that point. He knew his friend was upset , but that didn’t mean that pushing away Quin was going to help anyone. He stepped towards the other , sliding his hands over his shoulders before gently squeezing. “ I’m not claiming to know everything. But i’m trying to be your friend here. Don’t push me ... “ 

Kyo groaned with annoyance as he heard the incessant knocking at his front door. He had barely fallen asleep two hours before and was not too pleased to have his slumber disturbed, especially on a weekend. 

After a moment of trying to wake up he rose from his bed with his blanket draped around his half naked body. He couldn’t be bothered to properly dress himself for whoever the hell was at his door. He walked down the hall of his apartment and took a moment to look into his living room to his even his guinea pig was awoken by the noise, making him even grumpier. Disturbing his sleep was one thing, but when it came to his little princess Mocha it was a whole ‘nother issue. 

He finally made it to the door and opened it without even peering through the peephole, eyes squinting as the light of day shined in his face. “Fuck..” He cursed beneath his breath and rubbed his eyes with his blanket, sight barely clearing to see that it was Chanyeol at the door. “...Did we fucking plan something today is this one of your surprise visits?”

...

“if it’s mostly a hobby, why keep doin’ it? i don’t pay you t’prove me wrong.. what is it, the company?” if she were to be completely honest, she enjoyed his company. even if he picked and nagged at her every second of the day. even when she only saw him maybe once in a blue moon, his company was always something and something always happened. this time-- it was hyejung trying to do some illegal shit without getting caught. then again, that’s just her life on a daily basis. or well, was. she just needed the extra money because she had ran out of the money from last school semester, now having to pay an additional cost for adding a lab. god, school was so expensive. what if she just dropped out? “leave my hackin’ skills alone.” she growls in the middle of her thoughts, hearing the small snicker right next to her. “laugh louder an’ i’ll wack your brain out.”

when he takes over, there’s a pang of jealousy that hovers over hyejung because the only thing she was good at was her studies, fighting, probably kissing, and partying. that’s it. nothing too special. hacking? that was another level of being an intellectual. 

his fingers were quicker than hers and it seemed like he had fixed the error in less than a millisecond. “what the.. fuck.” her jaw drops. “first of all, screw you. second of all, i didn’t even get t’see what the hell y’did ‘cos y’did it once i blinked. can y’at least do a step-by-step process or somethin’ since you’re teachin’ me anyways?” she huffs out, a little frustrated. she looks closer, staying by his side now that he starts playing with the code. she saw different things every few minutes, taking note so that she could do that in the future without messing up (and also without the damn snicker he keeps producing every time she messed up. she’s a noob, she got it.)

he was unfazed (as expected, her reaction would be the same) so she gives him a shrugs back. “my thoughts are scattered. you’re in front of me, i remembered the first few encounters an’ this was the most prominent memory. so- i jus’ remembered that. thanks, by the way. don’t think i ever did.” she huffs. “i mean, i still get nightmares. but m’glad at least one night out of many had been stopped ‘cos of that. that’s all, really.”

⌇ ✎ ⌇

A tilt of her head, a slight twitch of her right brow. 

To some extent, the man has a point; on the surface, it doesn’t really make any difference whether he is being honest or not, given the fact that they barely know each other at all. Yet his choice of his words turns out to be rather unfortunate, appearing somehow familiar, fact that almost places a lopsided grin to her lips.

But it is not the case. It shouldn’t be, considering she has the lower hand in every aspect of the present situation. 

“I don’t think it does.” a silent resonance of her voice, almost a whisper. She despises herself for sounding weak, scared, but nevertheless, Taeyeon faces him fully and balls her hands into fists at the side of her thighs as an anchor. To keep her guarded, attached to the ground. 

“But I think I do deserve to know what’s your business in following me.” a little louder this time, rehearsed confidence. 

one, two, three, four, five. she’s looking down at her free hand, each finger slowly coming to a close to bring into a fist. that’s how many people they got assigned to kill. she glances over at her partner -- park chanyeol. one of the head honchos of their rival gang. they had made up a while ago (if she could remember, a few months ago.) she had a preconceived notion that people on that side were out for blood, always watching their every step (that’s what had fallen upon her father’s lips, anyways.) she joked about the attention she got, allowing it to become something that she would brush off of her shoulders. the amount of times she’s heard a conversation about overthrowing the mafia’s daughter, it brought a sinister smirk to her lips. a light chuckle if one were to describe, knife in her hand while she presses her finger into the edge of the blade. cracking her neck as she walks down the facilities’ hallways: people had two options. one, get murdered by the one and only yoo hyejung or become excommunicated, never to step into their location once again. whether or not chanyeol had badmouthed her before they were assigned as partners was none of her business. out of sight, out of mind.

she’s pulling on her leather gloves, scuffing her boots in order to not leave a trace behind. their groups had split - a total of 25 people were going to take their last breath tonight (hopefully none of them were gonna be from her gang or his own.) it would be a series of unfortunate events, she ‘prayed’ to whatever god was out there, wishing to come out (unscathed, if possible.) “ready?” she taps into the burner phone, information pulls up on who the targets were. they were smugglers that had stolen luxury goods from both gangs - a big no no if they were trying to get away with it. both of their facilities contained cameras in every corner (besides the residential area. privacy reasons.) how did they think they could just get away with such a crime? how ironic --- causing crime in a criminal’s area. she laughs, a familiar face popping up on the screen. “hey, chanyeol. isn’t this the fucker that almost took a bullet from your gun? lucky bastard. it only grazed his neck.” she shakes her head, tutting her tongue against the roof of her mouth. she hands the phone over to him, the warmth of his own hand collides with hers and she pulls away out of reflex.

not here, not now. 

— @pcyco​​ »

even out here, in the backyard among the static of idle chatter, the bass is obnoxiously loud. inside the house, someone screams and more are quick to follow. soon, it’s like the whole city is shaking from the excitement, ready to drive a rift through the center of the planet, but none of it reaches kyungsoo. this isn’t his kind of scene. he’d much rather spend the night cooped up in his flat, nose-deep in textbooks or up to his elbows in flour and sugar. he wishes the plastic cup in his hand were a tea mug, giving off warmth that spreads from his fingers to his lungs. instead, he’s barely taken two sips of something he’s forgotten the name of; all he knows is that it’s bitter and does nothing to ward off the mid-winter.

there’s shuffling behind him, heavy footfalls and the clatter of sliding glass doors. something like silence fills the space, but only for a moment, because an easy “hey” makes his stomach flip. kyungsoo shouldn’t be surprised, and he tries not to let it show by keeping his gaze on the drink in his hands. the owner of the voice settles on the porch beside him. unlike kyungsoo, his feet actually touch the ground, and he houses a heat that speaks of just how long he’s been inside. it isn’t entirely unwelcome.

somehow, they start talking. chanyeol carries most of the conversation because kyungsoo has always been poor with words, but chanyeol knows how to ask the right questions, how to make the right comments. they talk about how kyungsoo’s classes are going, how he’s thinking of finding a place closer to campus so he doesn’t have to wake up at five to make it to his eight a.m. lectures. it would be nice to sleep in for once, to wake up to the sun pouring in through the window instead of having to watch it inch up the horizon. their conversation is so ordinary, so quaint, that it feels like whiplash when chanyeol poses a different question.

“if i pay you, will you kill me?”

for the first time that evening, kyungsoo turns to look at him. a myriad of emotions flashes across kyungsoo’s face—confusion, annoyance, concern, dread—but words evade him. they’ve run into each other more than expected since kyungsoo decidedly separated himself from the less than legal business, and somehow this always happens. it isn’t always out of the blue like tonight, but one way or another chanyeol will say something that brings them back to years ago. something’s different about this time, though, and kyungsoo is just about to ask if chanyeol’s run into trouble when the sliding doors sweep open and a voice asks, “soo, you out here?”

they hold each other’s gazes for several beats too long, too many questions left unspoken and yet more unanswered, but kyungsoo is the one who looks away first. leaning back far enough to be seen, he turns to his friend in the doorway with a nervous smile and says, “yeah, i’m here.” a moment of silence passes as kyungsoo’s friend glances at chanyeol, but his tone is playful when he suggests they head home. apparently the party’s gotten boring, and kyungsoo can’t disagree. nodding, kyungsoo leaves his drink on the porch and stands, eyes finding chanyeol’s once more. they may have chosen different paths, but he’ll still be there for chanyeol. kyungsoo hopes he knows that.

for the second time, kyungsoo is the one who breaks eye contact, and he sports a grin when he rejoins his friend, nudging them with an elbow and laughing out an “all right, let’s go.”

the question came as strong a thunder, his tone deepening with each word he let out. although his plan has miserably yet surprisingly failed, considering how many successful attempts in other cases he’s had, he decided to appear unaffected, more over - nonchalant, a trait that was particularly important in his job field.

“exactly. it doesn’t.” his voice colder now, hearing the weakness in her responses. “so, why should it be any of your business? pretend it never happened, okay?” a fake smile and a lazy wave of his wrist, gestures that showed arrogance were displayed one after the other and while she was busy trying to get something out of him, chanyeol carelessly took his phone out and quickly typed something in before sending it. he was ignoring her on purpose, he was ignoring her to get a reaction out of her, because well - he was amused at this point, he wasn’t thinking of his role anymore, not for now; he saw her tiny fists clenching in despair. before he proceed with his next move, he was going to keep that conversation going, to get more out of her.

he had a role. he hasn’t heard of her before, he had to admit but he was paid to do a job - he was paid to find out more, in a more stealthy way than the one he approached. chanyeol only knew her name because that’s the person he was supposed to find and get information about, but nothing else about her or the fact that she was quite famous. he questioned the cap, and her very careful motions whenever she did or said something but that was it. that’s where he crossed the line.

“i can tell you my truth if you tell me some more about you. deal?” he finally asked, with a bold stare that slashed through her shy gaze, thinking maybe it was going to work this way if not his.

Taeyeon grimaced; her face contorted into countless fine wrinkles, especially over her delicate nose and rather broad forehead. Somewhere in between spit-back discourtesy and uptight retorts, she found herself regretting having second-guessed her guardian’s words, or even having left the house in the first place. But darn, if this wasn’t the first time anything similar to this happened to her. Sure, having sones follow her steps everywhere wasn’t fresh to her and it could even be counted in as a pleasant pastime, but, yet again, he didn’t look like a fan. 

“P-Pretend it n-never happened?” the stuttered words slipped without any warning or filtering. Several more questions wandered about her mind but she prevented them from escaping the barrier of her lips. For some reason, the woman wanted to know his purpose on tailing her for it didn’t look as innocent as he wished to make it seem.

And the man’s request underlined her concerns. 

I can tell you my truth if you tell me some more about you.

Almond eyes rounded ever so slightly, couple of steps taken backwards.

She was usually not one to brag about her position and definitely not one to question one’s lack of knowledge regarding her person but right then and there, she couldn’t place a hand on her heart and swear she wasn’t surprised by his ignorance. 

“Why would you, even?” after clearing her throat in what she thought was a subtle fashion, the idol inquired, raising her cap and taking it off. Be it to get a better view or be seen more easily. A very conceited move at that; her fright slowly turning into anger.