Lu Han

@ultimatekings

As aloof as Lu Han tried to play it, Yifan’s relieved to see the strong insistence behind the shorter man’s words when answering the question - even if Yifan’s been a lone wolf for a very long time. Yifan rarely sees the other so expressive so he knows it’s genuine. Yifan’s not quite sure if he’d easily let the other slip away just yet. He takes to bringing one of the chairs around the table to him rather than taking the half step to the table, still mildly trying to hide his fuck up. “…Is this a kid you’re helping out? If helping is even the right word.” The alpha asks with a cocked brow, taking a drink.  “So you’re doing all this for him…what are you getting back in return?”

Yifan may or may not have made the issue worse, nonetheless, he plays it off by coming up and posing as though he’d earned a beer after the hard work. He props his elbow on the edge of the sink, maneuvering his body to block the sight of the now even more trickling faucet while taking a sip of his beer, finally acknowledging the other with his eyes. He takes the words in, displeased but knowing it’s at least honest. “What would he want from you?” The taller man asks before pausing for a second, tilting his head. “Are you thinking of  returning to your pack?” He asks solemnly, staring at the other again. Truth be told, Yifan’s dwelled on the idea of returning, though once a traitor, always a traitor. He’d lost his spot as alpha when he left with only the word of the beta that chased him down before he ripped into a once companion’s side with the message of ‘don’t follow me anymore’, he’d start from the bottom and stay there - if the entire pack doesn’t aim to murder him first. Nonetheless, he ultimately decides in the end that the role of alpha is behind him now, too many friends and loved ones he’s had to kill for the sake of keeping the pack safe.  

It’s frowned upon by many, Lu Han probably one of them, but it’s a habit to grab a beer first thing in the morning. Nothing better to start the long, insufferable day than being a little tipsy to take the edge off of it. Though he’s not sure if coming to the kitchen was the best idea, the pile of dirty dishes is towering ominously at him from the sink, and old fashioned as he is, he has no idea how to use the dishwasher beside it. Nonetheless the steady dripping noise from the faucet is irritating him, almost successfully 100% steering his annoyance from his partner to the plumbing. He takes his trusty beer with him to the sink, opening the cabinets below and half-assing his destruction. He doesn’t bat a lash hearing Lu Han come near, though he is surprised the other has the guts to come around so soon if at all. He merely responds by grunting to the request that was neither a yes or no.

Yifan watches for a few beats longer in silence before a scoff escapes him. “Skirting around instead of just giving the truth, huh.” He mutters as he finally lets go, a thing he only did on the youngest of pups who did the pack wrong. It was a mercy he showed only once to have a lesson learned before he’d order  the subordinate wolves to practice their hunting skills on the delinquent if there was ever a second time. There’s only been one time that’s happened under Yifan’s alpha rule.  Now he’s merely a shell of his former self when it comes to a pack - though he’s still dominant and daunting as ever, but he doesn’t bloody his own teeth unless something is at stake like the old times. As much as he’d like to laze around and nap for a few more hours, he’s too irritated to lay with a liar. Throwing his legs over the bed, he haphazardly slips on last night’s boxers before shuffling to the kitchen.

Yifan, though exiled and now a lone wolf, is still an alpha by instinct. He can tell when one falters, he can detect fear. He knows the other is hiding something from him and he doesn’t take to it well. A low growl of displeasure rumbles from within him as he moves slowly but lethally, rolling the smaller onto his back as Yifan pins him into place. He stares coldly at the other for several long beats, waiting for the truth to come, but it doesn’t. “Is that the story you’re going with?” He presses his nose into the latter’s collarbone, slowly dragging his way up until his sharp canines press firmly into the skin of Lu Han’s throat, a final warning.

“Well, I would tell you the criteria by which you would have to evaluate the plays, character development, narrative, you know, things like that. I mean if you like reading, that could be more enjoyable for you” Jaehyun smiled, hearing that Lu Han is interested in such activities. “Basically it’s sorting out those screenolays that are really worthy of an adaptation. Some people send us books that they wrote but don’t have enough money for publishing and think it’s good enough for a film. So that would be the work”, Jaehyun summarised shortly and nodded when the other man said he needs to discuss it. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting such offer, but Jae was happy he didn’t refuse immediately. “I was about to look for an assistant anyway, you would just save me time and also I already know you and I trust you, so double win” he smiled softly, looking at the man in front of him.

The Airhead: Rosé / Roseanne Park / Park ChaeYoung

First year, composition major Born in New Zealand, spent some time living in Australia, moved to Japan

Although she is off Korean descent, Roseanne (going by the nickname Rosé) was born in New Zealand. She grew up in the country and spent some of her high school time in Australia when her family moved, giving her an international background that she took with her as she decided to go abroad for her studies.

 Although she’s a good guitar player and singer she is a mostly quiet and shy person. Rosé didn’t have a problem with her family moving, however she had generally not been popular in the least in the past. Either being treated as an outcast or just as if she wasn’t there, like air. She doesn’t have that strong memories of being bullied, but she has always find it difficult to communicate with other people which had led her to be with her head in her music during her school time.

Now in Japan she has decided to try to build up a social life, seeing it as one of her last chances for after university it could be hard to meet people and make friends, if not through other people. Though her music remain her passion and she best expresses herself in that, she is trying to use words as well.

[text] Sakurai-kun, eh? Interesting to know. It means I can’t visit you at night and give you a surprise bj. That sucks.

[text] Nope. Not yet, but I definitely should.

[text] Up for some skinny dipping later?

Anna was lazying on her bed, still dressed only on that bikini she was wearing to give him that picture. Yenny wasn’t around, neither. The boredom stroke her hard due all that.

[text] I miss you, Hunnie…  

[text] Not only in a sexual way. I just miss you so much…

[text] Speaking to you, seeing you training… Hearing you laugh. Stupid life…

@jurina-andthediamonds

Sehun had sat down on his bed now, a book in his hands though his attention was immediatly diverted when he heard his phone go off. He checked the sender and opened the messages upon seeing Anna’s name. The theme of the texts were not completely new to him, with Anna, and so he managed to keep a straight face.

[SMS: And why would you do that?]

Over text it was easy (easier) to refuse Anna and not play along in her games, but was he really going to say no... To Anna...? His fingers took the lead and typed up a next text.

[SMS: How about tonight? Skinny dipping.]