#responds.

Ow, why do you like hurting me? (/ he makes a noise, eyebrows furrowed as he throws the pebble right back at you. ) I don’t know you. Please leave the premise or else…!

I didn’t know you were that fragile but alright! (` purses lips to suppress laughter and wiggles her brows before crossing her arms over her chest.) What are you going to do, old man?

Clutching the red fabric he had on his hand, his brows furrowed and looked at her with a baffled expression. “Are you seriously going to do this-” He said so repeatedly, still unsure of what the woman was planning on that little head of hers. Surely, Kyungsoo was a supportive friend, a supportive father figure for Aster throughout this entire time they’ve known each other. And he wanted only the very best for her, being an overprotective person that he is.

But seemingly, her idea to jump on the roof while lighting up fireworks were not a good idea.

“I seriously think you shouldn’t do this- It’s dangerous-”

Alas, the woman was already far-fetched with her Disney fantasies that she started climbing off the fire escape at the side of his home. As a precautionary measure, he had the fire department and the hospital’s emergency numbers on speed dial with the phone tucked right by his backpocket.

“Come on, I’m giving you five minutes! Light up that thing so you can get back down,” he commanded. As much as he commanded, there was no stopping Aster. He barely shook her with his little threats and case study examples of sprains and broken bones off bad falls; she was a tough cookie anyway.

All he could do now was laugh and cross his arms in amusement, looking up to watch her in her childish ways, wanting to scream out that she saved China, if only the neighbors weren’t asleep at 2 AM.

It was always, always like that. She has been known as the girl who has crazy obsessions for Disney ever since - and the night was dark, she grew bored. Her creative juices has run dry hence deciding to visit him so late in the night. She chopped off her hair once, who was anyone to say she wouldn’t attempt to recreate a very iconic ending from her favourite movie of all time? 

As soon as she spotted him coming towards her, he looked tiny from afar and hell, the roof of his place felt secure enough -- assuming if she wasn’t up for her Mulan activities, it would be a decent place for her to get lost in her own thoughts, a piece of serenity in a way. 

“I know it is, but I’m... I can do this!”

Yelling back to the male, she carefully stepped on the roof in order to move around only to almost slip, yet she was quick enough to save herself. Then again, she listened to him talk. A father, almost a father figure. Aster pursed her lips together and sighed in a defeated manner, her shoulders hung loose as she puffed out her cheeks in her childlike ways. 

And finally, she made her way down towards the male all safe and sound, rubbing at the side of her cheek as if she felt like she lost a bet or something. Squinting at the male, she tapped the sides of her outer thighs and allowed a string of laughter to slip past her plump lips. 

ODD LOOK ➝ KAVINSKY & THE WEEKND

I had a good girl in my room, no tats on her skin I put work all in her purse, she got guilt all in her grin.

being unable to sleep is almost a personality trait for the rapper. lyrics and work take precedence over his play time, and play took precedence over sleep. he needs somebody. somebody to spend time with him; he always needs a friend when he needs to make sure he doesn’t do something stupid, at least– not alone.

He’s drunk by the time he makes it out of the house and onto he street, sweet tasting liquor resting on his tongue instead of the hard stuff because any time Sandeul found his stash it got flushed in the toilet. He calls the first number in his list - starts with an A. Aster. it rings three times before he hears the other end come to life, and he’s sitting in a cab by now and isn’t sure when he hailed it down. “Astie, hi,” he says by way of greeting. what was he even doing?

He knows he misses the taste and feel of the night life. of bad choices and cocktails. “Can I come over?”

Usually her evenings wouldn’t go this way, she’d be glued to her seat while trying to work her creativity in writing articles, that or she would be dealing with the amount of schedules her boyfriend had received -- but things weren’t like that on this particular day. She found herself in a loose t-shirt and shorts, hair tied up into a messy bun with a vacuum in her hand. 

Surprisingly, the female didn’t feel too devastated to be cleaning her apartment, in fact, she was jamming out to songs on her phone, occasionally using her vacuum handle as a microphone to the point that she could almost hear her husband teasing her about her singing skills. Lost in the sounds of music, she jumped when the phone in her hand started to vibrate, eyes fixed on the caller ID for a while as her head cocked to the side. Did he want something? 

What? With all the time that the two had been walking around this old house Soojung hadn’t felt even the slightest sense of another entity in the premises. There’d been so much talk of people going into that house and coming out completely scared out of their minds, that Soojung couldn’t exactly help the curiosity of going to check it out. Which is why dragging Aster along seemed to be the best bet. Aside from the other always seeming up to taking on new adventures, her friend could very well have been the perfect bait for luring something out if there were anything lingering around. So far all the two had been able to run into were the world largest and grossest spider webs—followed by Soojung screaming bloody murder that she may have gotten one stuck in her hair.

When Aster paused in their walk down the second corridor a chill came to the air; one sign that pointed to the distinct change in the nothing the two women had been experiencing. “What are you talking about? There’s not any ha—…” just as Soojung turned to point behind the other ready to assure Aster there wasn’t anything around except for her self-conscious playing tricks on her. An outline of something dark, something that Soojung barely wanted to squint to take a closer look at. “Move. Now. Move. Don’t look back just run right now, let’s go!” reaching out to take ahold of her friend’s wrist with the intention of yanking her away from whatever had been trying to latch itself to the girl. They needed to get out of there and they needed to do it fast.  

Aster has always been one on the wimpy side, never wanting to play with anything like this -- hello, she doesn’t even like to be in the dark in strange places without anyone to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. Soojung said they’d be visiting some pretty house, yes, but... that wasn’t what was happening? As soon as she set foot into the house, the girl felt the need to follow the shorter girl rather closely, if anything happened, she wouldn’t be left alone in the dark. Surprisingly, their little trip was going well so far, only spider webs and things that didn’t scare her far too much. The atmosphere was getting rather comfortable for her, until she felt a hand placed on her shoulder...

Needless to say, the first thing she did was to scan the place for the female, only to throw her in absolute shock. No way, not possible. She couldn’t be standing over there but with her hand on Aster’s shoulder. Though, at the moment, she didn’t want to be scared. In her head, she began searching for umpteen of reasons as to how it would be possible, fooling herself to calm her nerves. “Oh my god-” She stood there, frozen, face turning even paler than her usual skin colour, and hey, that says a lot. Brows furrowed together, she let out a silent squeal, eyes glued shut for a few seconds as she attempted to find the strength to move.