#scripté

Plus ou moins ce que je voulais dire…

Tout est scripté. Ceux qui le savent, le savent. Depuis que j’ai enlevé mon blog sur eworld.quebec, je ne voulais plus ‘bloguer’. Mais voilà que je suis tombé sur quelque chose, qui rejoint d’une certaine manière un genre de vision ou voyage astral que j’avais fait précédemment. J’ai beaucoup hésité à mettre cet article en public (et je suis toujours en train de le paufiner). En essayant de lire…

she lets out a scoff with the corners of her lips tugging into a small frown. soojung doesn’t answer him but merely shifts her gaze towards an envelope sitting on the marble tabletop. the feeling of accomplishment greets her like an old friend.

her fingers drum against the table, a light tapping noise ensuing and it echoes faintly within the room. although observance is her strong point, she doesn’t notice his tremble and the nervousness in his voice until he’s reaching out with shaky hands.

“you know, gramps,” her nickname for the older is, undoubtedly, rather unique, considering the fact that he’s not much older. “i don’t really know what’s in there,” she gestures towards the white envelope with her finger, “but i want nothing to do with it. i had one of my dad’s secretaries dig it up.”

lies. curiosity is biting at her. curiosity is asking her to play a game. soojung won’t let it win.  

seokjin offers soojung a thankful smile, desperately hoping the other wouldn’t comment on his nervous demeanor and forget all about it at hand. he reaches out for the envelope resting on the countertop, already slipping it into a somewhat busy manila folder before setting that down on the table in front of him.

at the nickname, seokjin’s nose wrinkles unconsciously in distaste, though there was no real bite to it. although he’d never admit it aloud, he’d grown accustomed to the teasing nickname she provided him. because he felt a sense of maturity and responsibility at his age? most likely. 

“i would ease your mind by telling you it’s nothing illegal and not to worry,” seokjin starts, a small snort soon following his words. “but you and i both know that isn’t the case. we -- i mean, i... wouldn’t involve you in anything dangerous, at least. that’s a promise. you’re family.”

PRETTY CITY ASKS: MADRID, BUDAPEST.SENDER/STATUS: antiira / accepting

MADRID: Describe your aesthetic.

Clothes and furniture-wise, Seokjin’s aesthetic is pretty simple. He appreciates many modern and minimalistic things. The classier, the better. He’s all up for gloomy connotations – dark colors, rainy days, secluded households; the only few exceptions being cream colors or white. Seokjin’s not ashamed to say that his whole being is his aesthetic – he tries his hardest to reflect his interests through his everyday attire and/or items around him. He also appreciates not only simplicity, but elegancy amongst others, though he can’t say he expects much out of them. As a neat, tidy, and hygienic person himself, things need to be in tip-top shape for Seokjin to feel at home.

BUDAPEST: What tattoo do you want?

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS: “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”SENDER/STATUS: inwolvesteeth / accepting

   “NOW WHERE’S THE fun in that?” Seokjin grits his teeth as he slowly begins to grow accustomed to the extra weight he was lifting on his dumbbell. It was a Monday, and the gym was running a little slower than usual, which was nothing out of the ordinary for regular attendees like Seokjin. The little extra (almost undetectable) flesh he had been growing on his stomach lately bothered him, and he had felt the need to spend a little more time in the gym nowadays. Leave it to him to be conversing with one of the only other people in the weight room – he had forgotten his earbuds at home and, thus, chose to bother the first person that intrigued him. Poor guy.

“ hello…? jin? sh! it’s jin, everyone! … where are you? you’re supposed to be here! i can’t believe you… you missed my launch day? you said you’d… you said you’d come! hello? ah… oops, wait… someone get cleo! no, cleeeo! hello…? ah… cleo. ”

“CHLOE,” THE MAN breathed a sigh of relief at the phone call. he had been trying to get ahold of her for awhile now, but he figured she had still been upset at him over arriving late to her launch party. she had probably assumed he wasn’t going to attend at all, and didn’t bother getting back to him. “are you drunk? i just finished up in the office. stay put and i’ll bring you something to make up for it.” he had already revved up the engine, letting the call switch to bluetooth. “everything all good with cleo?”

 “Oppa, stop– Seriously.” Her voice boomed about the corridor. She held onto her shoes by the heel with her index and middle finger, staring down at her brother only several meters away. Haessal could see the ice engraved into Seokjin’s eyes, and they didn’t even dare to blink as they were firmly plastered on his sister’s presence. Instead, fire ignited with annoyance in her sweet, now acidic, voice. All Haessal wanted to was just go–go back home to the comfort of her small studio apartment. She didn’t want to be held up in her brother’s business, much less bossed around by someone who wasn’t her mother and father, even though her brother always meant well. This time, though, the siblings didn’t click that late evening, leaving Haessal in an uncomfortable position with the need to jet off back home.

   Despite her brother’s demand to stay until the night had passed, the younger threw her shoes onto the tiled floor, kicking her sneakers on as she prepared to leave. With Haessal’s young yet impulsive nature, Seokjin’s words of stale worry wouldn’t stop her in her tracks. “Stop saying stuff like that. I’ll be fine, alright? I’ll text you when I get home…” she paused in thought, sighing heavily. “I don’t want to be here right now…” Haessal muttered wearily.

“I’m just saying -- it really isn’t safe out right now. Haessal... don’t be childish.” Seokjin groaned quietly before letting his eyelids fall shut, a low sigh escaping him as he tried to find his cool; searching for an apology somewhere amidst the awkward silence. He hadn’t meant to pick a fight with her, really -- the male was still feeling insanely stressed with all of the issues piling up at the office, even having to lash out on a few of his employees for slacking off. There was really no time to be slacking, in Seokjin’s defense. Not when someone had embezzled money from the company just recently. All of it had begun to take a toll on him lately. There you go, making everything about you again, Moon Seokjin. Resolve this now.

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS: “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”SENDER/STATUS: daphnyx / accepting

     SOMEHOW, SEOKJIN FOUND the rest of his day being occupied around a rather petite woman - their meeting had been a rather coincidental one; seeing as she was a backup dancer, and Seokjin, a big name in the entertainment industry himself, the two fell into an almost casual friendship in just a few days. And Seokjin appreciated it – it was hard to come across so many people willing to be so playful around him knowing how serious he naturally was. But really, all it took was a little bit of coaxing and challenging on his part for him to give in and let his childish tendencies come out. Of course, it was only after work hours.

So here they were, at a nice cafe, with Seokjin’s expensive coat slightly stained in coffee. I’ve been wanting a new one for awhile now, anyway. Seokjin thought offhandedly, though his outer expression was full of distaste and aversion as he stared at the female. “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!” She whispered (rather loudly) towards his direction as he attempted to wipe at the stain, only making it worse. She then continued on, “You were the one that started bumping into me! Maybe if you had drank more of your coffee, this situation could’ve probably been avoided.” 

Junseo’s lunch break is bothering Seokjin in his office with sushi platters from the set and talking about mutual interests. Not very often does Junseo land a job with his uncle’s entertainment company working as a stunt double and he sees his hour-long recess between scenes as a catch-up-with-the-cousin-time. Several minutes into their conversation of jazz artists, there was a knock on Seokin’s door. He told the secretary to come in.

“We have a situation, sir,” Seokjin was informed. Junseo motioned with his eyes that he could leave if it was private, but his cousin told him to stay. The secretary complied and brought in a sweaty man with hands cuffed together with plastic twist ties. Seokjin quirked his brow. “What’s going on?”

As the secretary explained that the man was caught trying to embezzle money from the company, both Junseo and Seokjin walked toward the culprit. Junseo gave his cousin a brief look and pulled a Glock from his back holster, pointed it at the now quivering man, and calmly added, “Well, I think this will help fix the situation.”

The secretary tried to stifle a yelp that tore out of their mouth. Seokjin glanced at the unregistered weapon in his cousin’s hand and simply said, “That’s irrational,” For a second, the secretary and the thief breathed easily. Seokjin brought out his own but with a Silencerco Osprey attached and aimed for the man’s head. “Glocks are quiet but safety first, Jung.”

“You’re right, Moon,” he smiled to be stand corrected and fished for his own in the pocket of his slacks. “How careless of me.”

Of course there would be someone trying to embezzle money from their company. It’d only make sense. Seokjin had thought the numbers weren’t being added up over the course of the last few months, though that was something he should’ve taken upon himself to look further into. “Tsk tsk, Seokjin...” The male reprimanded himself despite the somewhat tense situation, his head shaking. 

Nevertheless, he approached the bound male after offering him an amused once-over; lips curling up into a somewhat knowing smirk as the thief brought his nervous gaze to the head of his silencer. Seokjin always seemed to love the power a gun provided whenever it was in his hands -- no matter how skillful the other party was, one mere bullet could end their life for good. That’s all it took. “You don’t fuck with the company, Mr. Han. Don’t fuck with my money. I thought we knew that by now?”

The atmosphere stood apprehensive for a moment, and Seokjin’s gaze glazed over to his trustworthy secretary who was keeping the thief in place. He could sense their uneasiness about the whole situation, and one nod was more than enough for them to understand what he was trying to say. Go. We’ll take it from here.

With the frantic secretary out of the way, Seokjin walked a bit closer and pressed the muzzle of his glock against the thief's forehead. Keeping his gaze on him, a wry smile settled onto his lips as his cousin pulled out a similar glock to his own. “Now speak. Where’s my money?”