#sephitic

Jongdae looked at his wound and sighed, scratching his head with his clean hand. “It’s fine. I do it all the time.’ He bit his lip as he tried to cover his knee, shrugging. “I don’t know, you seemed to make it worse.” He teased before nodding slightly. “I should heal fine if I can get it cleaned and covered... Yeah... I’ll accept you on that offer.” 

“Uh...no?” she answered, her voice hesitant as she started sipping her fifth cup of coffee. “I’m just tired, as one tends to be,” she shrugged a little and sighed. “Don’t blame me because your system can’t handle the sheer amount of caffeine that mine can,” she said, offering him a cheeky grin. 

      Mere attention was all he wanted, a handsome face to tell him what he wanted to hear as eyes looked upon them with disgust or jealousy, and maybe even anger. This bar was more often than not occupied with older men, men that knew of Baekhyun too well and men who were so willing to give him all the benefits of the lifestyle he was looking for in secret, but he wasn’t the type to give in to just anyone. It’s why he chose to bother the youngest appearing male in the place rather than anyone else. His gaze seemed the most indifferent, so he sat with him, let it be known what his name was loud and clear as he let laughter peal out with his teeth shown in a pearly grin, all a show to focus every gaze on him. him him him. He could see frustration edging into the male’s face as he did so, taking a breath that had Baekhyun’s eyes flashing with mischief. The man is bothered, it is obvious now, but Baekhyun feeds off of it with a grin that bears his teeth, nearly feral. “I’m not making a scene–” He drawls out the words slowly, teasingly, because maybe he was and just to add onto it, his fingers lightly graze over the male’s knuckles, fleetingly before the sensation is gone. He knows he gets to people sometimes, can get under their skin quickly and infuriate them easily, and without anything or anyone else interesting to occupy his time, he wasn’t planning on stopping either. Riling people up was nearly a profession by now. “Why should I pipe down? I’m not doing anything wrong. I just want to know if you think I’m pretty, is all.”

The question takes Chanyeol by surprise as he adjusts himself into a more comfortable position on the couch in the student dorms, putting his hands behind his head before answering, “That’s an odd thing to do.” He glances toward the other male quickly before returning his gaze toward the bumpy old ceiling and furrows his brows. “Actually, I always wait for Bastille day and miss it!” Sighing, he shakes his head and laughs. “Why is the longest day of the year important to you? And why do you always miss it?”

He rolled his eyes and set his own book down, only to look at the other with a ‘I can’t believe you’re reading that book.’ He raised his brow and parted his lips to speak. “Why are you reading that awful book. I know you’re desperate for a good book.. but that one is not a recommendation.” He lets out three tsk’s and gets up to walk over to you to take the book away from you. “Rabies. Is that the best this author could come up with?”

     Felix remains genuflect on the hard pavement, cold due to the frosty bite the wind held lately. Not even the bright sun shining overhead stopped the chill from seeping through the thick denim of his faded jeans and licking at his skin. Despite the man laying prone, and recently declared dead ( obviously, so— the puddle of blood he was laying in was kind of a give-away ), all Felix felt was a vague sense of annoyance.      These kinds of things aren't accidents— they didn't just happen. Everything is planned out, everyone has a specific time and place they're supposed to die. . . And everyone has a specific person who is meant to reap their living soul.      'So why in the fuck am I doing this, then', Felix questions silently, bitterly, as he drags the tips of his painted fingers down the man's sternum, hardly any pressure behind it. Drawing his hand back, he extracts the dark, murky pink ( Dark, muddled pink: Immature or dishonest nature ) wisps of the unknown man's soul.      It dissipates in the open air seconds later, like the white puffs of Felix's breath. He rises shortly after, bringing the man's wallet with him. Without care, he opens it and pulls out an I.D., a few crumpled bills, and a gold credit card. He discards the leather billfold, tossing it so it lands on his chest.     ". . . Gotta make money somehow, y'know?" He says with a kittenish grin, the first little glint of a good mood he's felt since the two had arrived. His grin dies down as he glances down at the name. "Okay, what the fuck. Jaehwan Kim— I was not assigned to him today. This is bullshit and a total waste of time!" He gripes, sounding whiny even to his own ears.     "Death is a fucking system, okay? A fine-tuned machine! If one thing goes wrong— a bolt loosens, a screw falls out, whatever— then everything gets all out of whack!" He throws his hands up in an extravagant gesture, causing the plastic I.D. card to go flying. He doesn't really care anyways, he already had his name, his soul, and his money. What more did he need?     "Whatever. We still have a few more people to hit up before the day is over. Let's hurry, I'm ready to go home."

     « hey, you. i hope you don’t mind     sharing a table because, uh, it’s     fuckin’ crowded and well, i don’t     exactly want to stand up whilst     sipping on my oh-so lovely coffee. »

"Not necessarily your place to?" Jinah did her best to bite back her laughter, but the delighted light dancing in her eyes gave her gratitude away all too easily. "Don't say that. I'm glad you did - the tenants here are really friendly, aren't they?"She opted for a handshake, flashing her pearly whites at Sehun. "Ah, please call me Jinah, and it'd be great if we became friends, since we'll be living in the same apartment from now on. Thank you so much for the sweet welcome."