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“There is talk of a comeback in March, isn’t there…?”The question makes her eyebrows furrow, because she can’t help but hate it whenpeople try to pry information off her like that, but she can’t really helpherself but answer nonetheless: and, besides, it’s not like she would be givinganyone any kind of gossip material if she does. It’s the sort of thing onecould easily find out later on, by simply watching the news, because she doesn’tdoubt it’s going to make it there: lately, the media seems to be obsessed withevery little thing she does. It’s exhausting, but not necessarily bad.

[ text ]: Listen! I’m fully aware that i take a long time to get ready but its all for good measure, now be patient for once!

“Can you blame me? My filter goes missing when your panties do.”

Sexual Meme ( age limited )

Hana isn’t exactly proud of the idea of hiding things? At least for this long. She was actually surprised at how oblivious everyone around her were. Except for others who tend to really keep an eye for everything but her face when she speaks. And she didn’t mean for this to happen, at least this soon when she had other things planned in mind. Like figuring out the wedding or when it was an appropriate time to speak to her fiance. Speaking of him, Hana tried to avoid his gaze most of the time or speak about other topics. If not decline it casually without flinching or feeling rather hesitant for saying so. 

Though she prepared it well, for all the times he was away at work she managed to sneak into the comforts of Jimin’s place in order to eat to her heart’s content. And she managed to ask her brother in law to order a frame for the photo she managed to obtained during the first appointment too. She couldn’t recall when it happened, not that she was still drinking heavily or smoking the past two months. All that went away when she finally settled down with Clae. It was her own fault too since she couldn’t keep up with taking one pill after another every single day when she’s more engrossed on other important things. 

Nevertheless, when she’s sneaking inside of their bedroom without him taking a glance of where she could be. There’s a tiny frame, decorated in sheer lace on the edges, painted in porcelain white with her fingers holding onto the edges of it properly. Placing it directly down on the desk besides the bed, on the side with the photo placed inside. A photo of the tiny baby she saw on the monitor when she asked for an ultrasound photo of it when it was in clear view in front of her and the doctor. Secured in glass and there’s a letter that’s over laying the picture as a whole. 

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A few more items from her old complex and she’s officially gone and outside of the place she temporarily considered a home for almost a year. It’s considered slightly amusing, for her to retrace memories by glancing around the empty walls that she used to decorate with album covers to posters containing memories of her and old friends she considered family. The way her clothes were neatly around the closet or how empty her room is now. Hana doesn’t suspect a thing, she’s too engrossed by saying her last goodbye’s around the place while he’s driving back to the penthouse to place the boxes in the living room for now. 

The door was open carelessly, knowing that those who lived close by wouldn’t disrupt her and she smells it already. The spark that formed into flames that scattered around the area she’s surrounding herself in and Hana’s seeing nothing more than deep shades of red to orange coloring around porcelain white. 

The place is slowly corrupting into flames but the fire alarm was still set up, notification was sent immediately and she’s uncertain on what to do or where to go. There’s one more thing she needed, one more thing she needed to hold dearly because it was tucked far. Up into the closet space where no one would see it but her and she’s jumping as high as she can in order for her fingers to grasp a hold of it, clutching it close to her chest and the strong aroma of smoke starts to build up quicker. 

There’s no one near by who’s home but there’s people who were in public, noticing the scenery from the bottom of the pavement and they’re dialing the emergency number for her. Despite her barely hearing a thing besides the sound of her heart pulsating around her chest, her back pressing into the walls and she’s tucked into the closet to try and observe her way out of it. Whether it’d be by the balcony in the back or if there’s still an empty pathway provided at the front. 

He didn’t think forty minutes of separation would lead to this. The moment he arrives was when his gaze lifted right up to where her previous apartment is, suddenly lit up into a large burst of flames where the smoke is evident and seeping out of the door and windows. Clae doesn’t care much about those who were around the parking lot, only looking for the younger woman to see if she’s waiting for him right there but there’s no trace of her frame anywhere. Instinctively, he begins racing up the staircase. It isn’t too much of a walking distance but it’s the idea of her tucked and suffocating with the lack of oxygen provided inside of the heated area is what makes him worried. There’s firefighters, the large crimson colored truck right there. Preparing and the older men caught him last minute, he doesn’t listen. Knowing it’s dangerous on his part but he doesn’t think twice of jumping in to save her. 

❝Hana?❞ His lungs were gasping for air for every chance he shouts her name through the ruckus and destruction between them. There were small parts where there’s no sights of fire, walls tearing down and wood beginning to crumble into fragments. Glancing around from the kitchen down to the hallway, his steps beginning to quicken up and he pauses to press the sole of his feet against the door to push it further out until it breaks down. 

Again, he calls out for her. 

He becomes relieved when he sees her in perspective, no damage inflicted upon her delicate skin. Though there’s weakness in her dark irises to where he’s reaching out for her in attempt to pull her out from where she is then. The photobook clutched within her arms as tight as she can, with all the strength she can muster up. Despite the blurriness in her eyes, she hurriedly reaches for his hand immediately with fingers coiling around that as well. Pulling her up and into his arms, one tucked underneath her legs in order to carry her out.  

The flames of the fire begins to thicken up, smoke seeping into her lungs and she coughs quietly against his chest because she’s been inhaling that for far too long. Clae memorizes the steps he took, trying to walk without suddenly falling into the wrong direction or where it could possibly trigger the roof crumbling and falling over them as well. He doesn’t know how long Hana’s been in there, he’s lucky enough to make it right on time before it gotten worse. To the point where he could have lost her right there. 

It takes her a while to regain her composure, breathing through a mask to receive fresh air from the back of the ambulance truck. Her feet slowly swinging out while informing the officer in front of her that there was a collision. Where there was no sight of cigarettes or burnt items around. Everything stayed the same, no one was around her. Or so she thought. She almost forgotten how it’d felt like, to be in that type of atmosphere. Destructive and everything falling apart through damage; sounds familiar. A little too familiar and she doesn’t want to point the finger to the only tiny handful of people she can recall meeting. 

He takes her home an hour after everything occurred. When questions were done being answered and the both of them were checked up immediately. She watched her previous apartment burn down to a crisp until it was covered in large ounces of water to die it all down. Tears slyly formed and dripping over her cheeks only to look away to wipe it off of her skin with rough touches from her hand so he wouldn’t suspect a thing. Hana takes a deep breath in, eyeing the older male who parked right in the slot where his vehicle stayed in. She doesn’t know how else to say her appreciation, despite him numerously saying it was his fault for not being besides her through it all so there was no chance of her being in danger at that moment. And she recalled it, the small cracks within his words and how frustrated he was. Angry but that emotion was towards himself instead of her. ❝Clae.❞ Her voice was softly spoken between the silence. 

Still seated in the car without making any attempt to step out anytime soon. Fingers delicately resting over his hand that was placed onto her lap, one moment she’s staring at his hand then the other second she’s faltering her gaze over at him. Comforting someone isn’t something she was best at doing compared to how comforting he was to her. Though when she pulls away to finally step out, he does the same. Unbuckling his seat belt with his head dropping down but she ushers immediately to his side in order to snake her arms around his neck. 

❝I’m still here.❞ She reassured, rubbing empty circles along the middle of his back and he pulls her in closer to his frame despite him still sitting down on his seat from the side.