“Hm?” She turned around, facing the male, her brows raised. A midnight snack? That certainly had caught her attention. “Do you think that’s going to lift my damn mood?”

                    《 ※ 》     A BROW ARCHES doubtfully. After telling the younger of the two what he’s expecting to eat when they return back to his place, the response he receives makes him question the authenticity of that statement. They were quite a ways away from Sangcheol’s apartment. On top of that, there were so many other different smells around them, how could he possibly smell Yoongi’s cooking from this far of a distance ?  ❝  Dude, there is no way you can smell the food cooking from here. No way. Unless you’ve suddenly had a heightened sense of smell developed in the time we’ve been away from each other or something you’ve been hiding from me since the very beginning, I highly doubt you can smell it.  ❞ But. He’s heard people being able to taste certain things at just the mention of it. To which he assumes is because they’ve had it so much, that they can literally remember how it tastes on their taste buds, but to be able to smell — that might be a stretch. ❝  But yeah, if you’re not working tonight, you might as well just come over and eat with us. Yoongi always makes extra anyway. Plus, would be rude if you didn’t go say hello to him.  ❞ A bad method to try to get Skylar to come on over, but if he’s already convinced by the smell of said food cooking, might as well just come over and satiate his hunger. ❝   On top of that, being in that dance studio messing around at the end of class, probably worked up an appetite didn’t it ?  ❞ Valid point Nam Sangcheol. There’s no way he can say no.

                    《 ※ 》     WITH HIS EAR pressed against the cool, metal door, all he was able to hear were muffled sounds of someone speaking. Beyond that, he couldn’t properly comprehend. Lips press together, forming a thin line while deep brown hues peer up at the younger of the two, giving a head shake in response. Voice hushed, afraid that if spoken any louder, the people on the other side could hear what he was saying. ❝  Can’t hear anything,  ❞ Sangcheol admits. His weight is shifted from one leg to the next, turning his head then to face the other direction. Perhaps his other ear could have a better chance at hearing something, though he highly doubts it. Worth a shot nonetheless. Leaning in with this side now, the brunette tries to decipher what’s whispered beyond these walls of this warehouse, but really, same results. Muffled noise. Pulling back, slowly bringing himself to stand, the older male’s hands are placed on either side of his hips. ❝  Hmm, if only I brought my small drone with me, then we could probably find an opening somewhere, like a vent or something. Or an aerial drone would have helped with going over the roof.  ❞ It’s a dangerous game they’re playing. Trying to infiltrate the warehouse that supposedly held an abundant amount of resources — money, potential things they could sell in the black marker. Drugs perhaps. But the most important thing, the one thing that caught Sangcheol’s attention was the money and the guns that were presumed illegal in various parts of the world. Was a weapon’s specialist, he had to get his hands on those beauties, pull them apart, see how they fire and what can he do personally to improve them. But it still wouldn’t be much use if they couldn’t even properly break in. Something triggers a thought in his mind, or rather an image. Earlier when they scoped out the area, he had seen something. Another way in perhaps. It might be a bit more difficult since that particular area had a barb wired fence around it. Last thing he wants is tattered clothes to run home in, but alas, precious cargo was calling his name. ❝  I think I remember seeing another entrance out back. Just, need to see if there are wire cutters or something.  ❞ The older male motions his head for the other to follow him. Guess they’ll have to improvise for now. 

                    《 🌼 》     ❝  WHY ? DOES IT actually make you feel like shit ?  Because I fucking give two shits about your well being ?   ❞ She hated seeing how cut up he was. Hated seeing all those bruises on his skin and his swollen bottom lip. She hated seeing blood on him, especially when it wasn’t even his own. Another fight.  Probably had issues with one of the hotel guests at the valet tonight. Regardless, she hated how he looked all tattered and beat up. ❝  Like, I get it. That punk ass was treating you like shit and giving you more than you could probably handle, but that shouldn’t have been reason to get into a fight with him, Skylar. I can’t always come by to save your ass. Lucky that shit didn’t happen in front of the hotel or else you would have been fucking fired.  ❞ Sangmi’s fingers reach up to cup at his chin, turning his head to look at her, inspecting the small cut under his eye. ❝  For fuck’s sake, Sky. I get he was pushing your buttons, but you can’t fucking do this with every single person. Do you want to fuckin` lose your job ?!  ❞ She gets it. This isn’t the first time that she’s seen him like this. This probably won’t be the last. Sure there a time and a place for when you can beat the shit out of someone for crossing the line, giving you shit especially when they don’t know you. But it was getting to the point where she was tired of his antics. Tired of his methods to try to resolve whatever the issue is. Sangmi’s temperament was probably just as bad, but she knew to grit her teeth, suck it up and move on. Forgive, but not forget. Between the two, she followed the rules just a bit more. But that wasn’t the point. ❝  What would you do if you got fired huh ? Got back to stripping ? Is that what you want ?  ❞

                    《 🌼 》     SANGMI WAS GOING mattress hunting. Not specifically for her, but for Skylar. Though quite honestly, she might try to snag a new one for herself since her and her girlfriend were intending to move in together relatively soon. A new mattress that fit them both would be ideal, but more ideal than that, would have been to drag that girl along with them. However, unfortunately due to time constraints and Yoonji having a shift that night, they couldn’t exactly venture to the furniture store together. If anything, the brunette always had the option of coming back here again with the other and figuring out which ( and if ) they should purchase a new one for their new place. After a few test runs and falling into the bed next to the younger male, she’s turning her head to face him, arms and legs sprawled out completely, not caring that her hand was against Skylar’s stomach. Her features contort into that of playfulness and tease before lips part and she’s voicing her thoughts. ❝  Rhee Skylar. You’ve said that about practically  every  damn mattress we’ve tested out. At this rate you’ll just end up buying the entire mattress store and have like twenty mattresses in your bedroom. Kind of like that story the  The Princess & the Pea .   ❞ An airy chuckle resonates in the space between them and she’s turning her head to gaze up at the ceiling, eyeing the structure of the pipes and how there were no ceiling tiles. A modern take, she supposes. But really, was he seriously going to choose a mattress or say that about every damn mattress in the store ? It was a pretty large store and they were still at the very beginning of the mattress section.❝  Let’s try another one. And I swear to god if you say ❛   have you ever felt anything more comfortable   ❜ I am gonna shove you off of the bed.  ❞