#scrinja

//  If there was an emotion Ueda thought he didn’t deserve to feel was the feeling of jealousy. Every horrible thing to happen, every good thing taken away- he deserved it all. Especially if there was someone far better.

    Sangwoo seemed to be the only rival that fell into Min Jieun’s small category of possible suitors. Watching from the soundboard across the stage, he felt fear with how good their chemistry was but the fact he didn’t show for the after-party allowed some relief, especially when Min Jieun painstakingly invited everyone out for it. 

  However he hardly could enjoy himself for long as Jieun suddenly up and left in the middle. With how tired she looked, Ueda quickly ran after her a few moments later to check if she was alright only to be hit with that ugly feeling again. So it was Sangwoo who called her down.

     It was fine. He probably deserved it. He shouldn’t go near them anymore. Let them be a couple. Let them... 

       And yet there he was, sliding in the empty seat across Sangwoo the next day. 

    “ Hey... mind if I sit here...? It’s pretty crowded everywhere else... ”

“Oh shit!” Milo cursed under his breath as the camera flash went off, earning stares from the café tables beside the one he was currently taking his lunch break at. Why was flash on when he was indoors? Ah right? Last night’s walk, he’d seen the cutest cat. Sure the flash had spooked it but at least he had the memory.

He glances quickly at the subject of his ruined photograph and then away. The guy was alone this time, yet just as photogenic. The girl he’d been with last time looked like a model with how pretty she was so maybe this guy was a model too? Maybe candid photos of this guy would sell for a lot online then. Or some paparazzi who knew this guy.

He quickly turns flash off and raises his camera covertly to try and snag another picture.

      There was always a hesitance in every action Bum had committed to around his overlooking esteemed sweetheart. Whether it be washing dishes, or getting his laundry-- cooking dinner, or even laying beside him at night. The feeling of his eyes on Bum’s grotesque form never seemed to disappear. Even days as he waited for the blond-haired man’s return, it felt that he still knew every little thing Bum was doing, without even being present.

    The chains that allowed limited exploration of the home, along with keeping him from any petty attempts of escape were loud, and uncomfortable against Bum’s thin ankle. A prisoner, he truly felt-- but for the sake of keeping company of a man who was capable of killing him as soon he deemed his worth useless.

     Pale, thin fingers ran along the chains as he sat on the floor of the hall. The layout of his usual routine as he waited for Sangwoo around this time, always to greet him like a puppy excited to see its master. Dark eyes trained on the door as he positioned himself more comfortably off his legs-- the chain dragging against the hard wood floor. Anxiety set in as the frail brunette awaited-- fear that his beloved would come home in a bad mood.

A soft hum escaped her lips as she walked down the sidewalk. Thankfully she was on a small break now so she didn’t have to worry about anything really. Well, there were things she had to worry about, but right now wasn’t her concern. While walking, she noticed the person in front of her dropped something.

She picked up the wallet and took a faster pace to catch up to him. Naomi gently tapped his shoulder, head tilted to the side.

--- Soon enough, she’d slipped free of the entire place with a small sack of delicate goods and bright jewels. Braids kept her dark hair tied back and away from her face, and the all black ensemble looked classy thought for the right person, might have seemed suspicious. 

--- A glance over her shoulder at the sound of heavy footfalls distracted her from the broad male right in front of her; coupled with the police lights flashing just around the corner and spilling the back of goods onto the ground? A sharp inhale had dark orbs lifting to meet the other before she dropped quickly to the ground. ‘ Damnit...sorry, sorry... ‘ quick and quiet apologies to try and not draw attention to herself. A few chains embedded with precious gems were stuffed back into the bag before a car pulled around the corner. 

--- In a quick panick, she exhaled a sharp and heavy noise and dug fingers into the front of the stranger’s jacket, pulling him into the closest alley and peeking around the corner. So shamelessly using his larger physique to hide her own behind, at least until the lights had passed. ‘ Fucking police... ‘ 

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The storm passes, winds dying down as clouds part to let the evening sun shine through. Amber sherbet stained skies tinting the waters in like colors. Boats tipped back and forth through the short graze of bad weather and heavy waves. No lasting damage done, but enough wind to possibly lose hanging clothes or an idle fishing net. The siren swam through the unoccupied bay just as they had many years ago.  The day they’d witnessed the fall of a boy no bigger than himself at the time. The sea swallowed him whole and had Kaleolani not been there, he wouldn’t have had a fighting change. 

They reminiscence of the day they’d rescued a small boy from drowning and  their mind starts to wander, wondering how they’d be fairing now. Having held his fragile body in his arms once before, he wonders how he’d have grown. It’d be a lie to say it wasn’t something on his mind whenever passing through the bay. After all, It’d been these same waters that they had found him in. So distracted  with their thoughts were they letting the waves carry their resting waterbred body along the ocean floor that they hadn’t taken notice to the net quickly enough.