#softedged

     ONE OF THE DOWNSIDES of grad school? The work never ends, even during the summer. It’s Micah’s own fault--- he was the one that wanted to study the differences between South Korean and American school systems. All he has to do is observe--- it’s simple enough, right?

...

she had been instructed by her mother, change thrusted into her hands and a shove out the door, to buy emergency eggs and milk from the grocery store a couple blocks down their apartment. if minji was anybody else, she maybe would have protested ( it was late, andcold! ) however her mother owned a café, and the bulk they bought wasn’t arriving for two days. so this emergency supply was needed for now.

huffing to herself and hands stuffed deep inside her coat pocket, she shuffles with slow movements to the store. her eyes dart left to right in apprehension; the streets were practically empty, which meant no risks of danger, but it still managed to make her feel on edge. so the silhouette of a man against the pavement caused by the beam of a streetlight really does give her a jump and her eyes widen in surprise, more so when she realises it’s minkyu.

❝ ya – ! what are you doing so late at night? you scared me! ❞

her knee jerk response is to yell, which may have been an over reaction but she won’t admit it. besides, it was only because there were no other people or many cars about that made her voice seem so loud, right? tutting under her breath in displeasure, or possibly slight sheepishness, she shrugs her shoulders before speaking again.

❝ really, what are you doing about? you’re not lost, are you? ❞

Another sleepless night. For once, Minkyu didn't deem it worthy of drinking it away until he passed out, relaxed from the alcohol he'd consumed. No, tonight called for him to walk outside, feel the warmth of spring that was slowly changing into the heat of summer and enjoy the quiet darkness that took over the city at night. He wasn't one to be in need of sappy things such as peacefulness, but he liked solitude best. 

As long as it remained solitude, of course. Somehow the tall male had known that, however low the odds were, he'd eventually spot someone he was familiar with and thus be forced into a conversation. Despite being in a thoughtful mood, that was something he didn't quite look forward to, hence his initial response to Minji showing up and ever so charmingly screaming at her was a tired sigh.

"Sorry, am I past curfew? Didn't realize that, mam." He replied with dripping sarcasm, though there was an amused smile gracing his tired features. Her shock was even funnier when he himself couldn't be bothered being startled by her presence. "Just be glad it's me, I might seem shady but you know I won't harm you, not in such a situation. Maybe if you had kicked me in the crotch out of an attempt of self-defense, so let's both be lucky that it didn't get so far."

Realizing that he was being oddly talkative for the fact that he had dreaded anyone's arrival, Minkyu stayed quiet for a while and simply mustered Minji's startled features. Yeah, she definitely wasn't used to being out this late.

he’s told his sister hannah a THOUSAND times before: her complaints about his singleness ( along with her criticism of his day job and her oh-so-friendly suggestion that sam just get up and go to college ) are going nowhere. but for all his protestations, she just had to make him an account on a dating website. big surprise, she texted the account info to him while he was at work, and now she’s not replying to any of his texts. great, just great. the next time she comes over to steal his breakfast, he’s going to kill her.

still, he has a little time to kill; there’s no way he’s going to be able to sleep just yet. there’s no harm in looking, right ?

half an hour later, he’s gone through all his messages ( none of the few dignify response ). turns out it’s kind of like like tinder, and sam is kind of surprised to learn that anyone’s swiped right on him. well, it’s not like his profile spells out that he’s illegal, right ? and he keeps thinking that, right until he spots someone who wouldn’t give a damn about his immigration status. and she doesn’t sound half-bad either.

how are you supposed to start messages on these things, anyways ?

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