#yogseul

      not only RICH at such a young age, but HANDSOME and INFAMOUS to boot. a life of glamour and fame was tailored perfectly, the crowds BEYOND pleasing and yet something he took for granted. clubs were a little DIFFERENT. he was still a PERSON, one who enjoyed booming music and proximity at times. nevertheless, he always arrived with a group of people, a group that consisted of leeching men and women that THANKFULLY knew not to bother him too much once he found himself enjoying a particular tune. this time around, they left him some space, enough to make eye-contact with one woman or another that briefly caught his interest--- but not INTRIGUED enough to move from his position just yet.

                 ❛ OFTEN ENOUGH. ❜  CAME HIS LOOSE REPLY, HIS eyebrows rising up in challenge. His lazy and nonchalant approach struck a chord of unease in the reaper he couldn’t quite shake; one of those goblins, perhaps, too drunk on their power to be humane to anyone. Regardless of the threat stained in the tight lines of his smile though, Seojoon stood his ground tall, too proud to fall out of grace. ❛ Often enough that I haven’t seen you around before. Sure you’re in the right place? ❜ 

      he could get USED to earning money this way. granted, of course he did not ONLY accept that offer for the money’s sake. it seemed INNOCENT enough and he was admittedly CURIOUS about how seojoon would react to it. it was not too heavily PHYSICAL, seemed more emotional of a gesture than anything else, and he thus deemed it FINE. what he FAILED to expect was that he reached for his fingers. instead of moving on as he had planned, he stayed in place, looked at him and blinked. thankfully, the gesture truly WAS harmless and his answer thus EASY to give. his hand fell to the reaper’s shoulder, a soft hum escaping him. ❝ because i felt like it ? ❝ he offered, then ave a small nod. ❝ --for sitting still and not COMPLAINING about not helping. ❝

      the BEST part about heading to work at the book store were the many street artists he moved past on the streets. ethan much preferred watching from the sidelines to being actually involved, found the particular violinist he was watching rather STUNNING, frankly--- but felt painfully bashful when he reached for him and seemed to expect him to dance. he didn’t seem nearly as enthusiastic, a little flustered if anything, but DID try to move along, at least.

      CUTE and looking like a NEW customer ? that one was HERS.      she practically jumped up at the chance to do something, finding the dreadful periods of silence that came with a lack of customers during the days of the week training. barely a moment passed and the bubbly girl was next to him, grinning up at the other. ❝ yo ! you’ve never been here before, right ? oh, the shop’s great, honestly, i get some of my own stuff from here, not gonna lie. want me to show you around ? i know EXACTLY what would suit you, there’s some awesome stuff in the back that would be totally your style !❝

       he was still ANGRY but it was fading. it was more directed at HIMSELF, reproaches swarming his head spun around being stubborn enough to stay from home, to go through a loss of control strong enough to break furniture and have seojoon seeing him at his worst in YEARS. the drug abuse had a reason after all, even though he was still determined to let go of it. if the pain was a PHANTOM and not actually physically present, then the tension of muscles was what caused him to experience a profound ache once this all died down. half leaning against iseul, an arm around his waist and careful steps taken, he managed to make it to the bedroom without breaking down on the way. the suggestion of water was a DREADFUL one at this point, when he still thought to feel blood streaming down his throat and he was CERTAIN it would increase his discomfort. instead, he put a hand on the back of the other’s head, fingers tangled in his hair softly, somewhat shakily, his own head shaken lightly.

      ❝ stop MAKING me things. and quit with that.❝