#rspd.

 They’re taking a stroll down the park, simply talking. Chanyeol stares ahead and nods occasionally, not contributing much aside the occasional comment or two to the conversation, but he finds he enjoys it nevertheless.

“I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”

Chanyeol’s first reaction is to argue, but when he stops to think about her words, he finds that he can’t. Thinking about how he didn’t actually grow up in Korea, and the project he works so earnestly on when ever he has time, is not for a science fair or whatever made up excuse he has to supply at any give moment. “You’re one of the few honest people that I’ve know too.” He says with a grin, “And I’m glad to have meet you, though it’s only been a few hours so i’m not so sure I can say just how honest you are, but you seem pretty honest to me.”

It was unusual for Harumi to be seen talking to a stranger, but on her jog, she met this man and they exchanged a few words here and there. He was already falling into her trap.Trap? Was it? She didn’t know what made her tell the man that she was honest. It was not a false statement, however. She does speak her mind at times and is not afraid of telling people the truth even when it hurts.

Hearing her words, a scoff escaped Raiden’s lips. Affection? The last thing he’d want to do would be affectionate in any way towards her. He’d rather be kicked in the stomach repeatedly. “Last time I checked grabbing your arm wasn’t any type of ‘affection’ and this is coming from someone who knows very little about anything like that. What I was trying to do before you rudely interrupted me, which you shouldn’t do in the future, was point out that your arm was bleeding and quite profusely. You should get it checked out.”

She ran into a man with a knife a few minutes ago who was threatening the cafe to hand over their money, using her as bait out of all the people there. The man slashed her arm when no answer was given. He chose the most peculiar place ever. Who would have thought about robbing a cafe? Sure, they made money, but he could have chose the bank, maybe? “My bad, wrong choice of words. I was going for more along the lines of, get your dirty hands off of me.” There she goes again, the choice of words she used were comparatively unnecessary.  She wasn’t going to say anything, but her mouth did not stop. 

Staying up for three days had finally taken its toll on the young girl. The fatigue was too great for her as the female’s eyes grew heavy while the bus moved at a steady pace. Not knowing she had fallen asleep, her dreams carried on what she was previously doing, a path of getting off the vehicle at her stop, going to her room and completing the last of her homework. Watching Pook go about his own schedules. In her silence, the painful darkness clouded her mind like it normally would while she was alone. Curling up on her bed, muffled crying was all that left the teenager. All the visions of being in the comfort of her room was shattered when a woman repeated herself, ”Can you hear me?”

Lifting her head off from against the window, her cheeks flustered red beneath the wetness that damped her face. She hadn’t been at home, the embarrassment was noticeable as the recognized the area. The bus driver knew the girl needed to get off this stop and asked one of the passengers to wake the crying baby. Grabbing her things hastily, she forgot to thank the stranger and skipped off the bus quickly before anyone else could see her face.

It was a different feel for her. Riding the bus was not something she did very often. She did not even know when to exit off the bus; it was going to a fun experience. Sarcasm intended. She went on the bus whenever her bodyguard was unable to take her places due to his own schedules, which she allowed because he did not have to be there everywhere she went. She was usually at the library studying, or at school--the two most common places that she can be easily found. 

Aiden turned to look at the female, his hand still holding the hem of the green shirt he was looking at. It wasn’t exactly his style and would have looked good on someone twenty years older than him, but for a second he was still considering it. So the female’s comment made him frown, and he flashed her a slight glare for daring to make such a rude comment. He clicked his tongue, crossed his arms and snarled at her: “Oh? And who asked your opinion?”

She was out shopping for a gift for her bodyguard since his birthday was coming up. Harumi never really bought gifts for anyone, but he’s been one of the few. It had always been bothersome for her to think of what present to buy for each year. Last year, she bought him a new laptop because his broke down. He liked it, but it was a bit too extravagant--in his mind. For her, it was nothing. It was the least she could do for all he does for her. 

He quickly stuffed a few more bites into his mouth, gulping the food down before uttering a simple “no”. He hoped it hadn’t looked too obvious, but Amos thought the consequence wouldn’t be too bad.

She turned her eyes away from the wet window glass and in the direction of the dark haired female, sitting next to her on the wooden bench. Seeing her expression, Nahyun’s eyes automatically went up, to the clock sitting on the wall above them. 4:46pm. They were stuck on this train station for almost two hours now since all trains were stopped due to heavy rain. She decided to try to lighten the mood a little bit. “Wouldn’t that be so cool though?  Imagine it! Rain age? It would rain for so long and so hard, all land would be gone and people would have to start living underwater. The city of Atlantis!” She said quickly, with her eyes lighting up, and loudly clapped her hands at her last sentence. She would often catch herself daydreaming about things like that. She was kind of a geek when it came to seas and oceans. They were one of the most beautiful things on the earth and well, one dream of a zombie apocalypse and she dreamed about sea people. “… But of course, that won’t happen. It will stop soon, don’t worry.”

"Shut up and do it.” Kiyong hissed at the female beside him, hands reaching near his hips to pull his handgun from its case, securing his fingers around it’s column. “If you get seen.. Run. Don’t look back and run as fast as you can.” Kiyong’s gaze grew darker as he explained his orders. The two had been caught in a surprise crossfire between two rival gang members and he knew exactly who they were. Previous field work had forced him to become friendly with them.

it was STUPID. but then again, when was he ever purposely smart about things like this? secrecy was dangerous. having secrets with someone other than yourself meant earning yourself a certain amount of vulnerability. trust was hard to earn but even harder to give.

they’ve known each other for several months. and within those months, he’s told her more than what most people know. a couple of close calls paired with intoxication had him spilling secrets to her, whether she wanted to willingly listen or not.

his call to her wasn’t that abrupt, given their past. their paths had crossed multiple times. some were planned, others were not. regardless, their friendship blossomed in his eyes and they were now intertwined. how she felt about him — he did not know. part of him didn’t want to find out. there was a chance that she felt otherwise towards him and losing someone else in his life wasn’t something that he could handle.

they were an unlikely pair. and maybe that’s what intrigued him the most. he holds onto her wrist .. maybe afraid that if he were to let go, she would run away from him. an obligation comes to mind. if she were the same as he— and did not trust easily— then perhaps he would have to simply TRY HARDER with her.

“— let’s do something together. Have you ever been ice skating?”

It wasn’t a surprise to her, receiving his call, that is. He was always like that, spontaneous. It was a thrill. She never experienced random calls, hearing his stories when he was intoxicated. He’s told quite a lot about himself, but she never really had the courage to talk about her.

Fear of abandonment is something that clings onto her. She’s too afraid to think about what she would do when someone leaves her, yet again. No one was different in her eyes. She acted cautiously around everyone. Careful with her words, so that she does not make the same mistakes twice. It’s never been easy. Words have slipped off her lips, but she’s almost apologized for most of the times. 

His hands were wrapped around her wrist. Her eyes wandered over to his and then to his hands. She never was able to read people, so it was hard for her to comprehend his actions.  They have met frequently since he conveniently has a café. She loves coffee and that’s where they met, where they first met.

She had read about how the café was quite popular on the web and she had decided to go visit. From that one decision, she was able to meet him. He was a good guy, but she was still unsure about whether she could trust him. Yes, he was quite open when he was drunk, but she was never one to openly share her story.