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❝ my resume is real enough for two millenniums a better way to make a wave i meditate & moderate all of my ( wins ) again … ❞

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✿  ADSORA → NMSR

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adhxdes:

H A D E S eyes were tired as they blinked drowsily yet somehow still dreamily back at sora, his hands still tenderly and tentatively tucking away strands of hair not sure if it was comforting her or him more. he let out soft tufts of air, hot and soothed as he looked down at her, she looked every bit the goddess that got dragged into his underworld, every bit the all too fervent lover of the pomegranate that was filled with blood the only difference was hades wasn’t sure she would choose to stay, wasn’t sure sora had the choice at all but much like the god he was named after, he knew he had no say or power towards her minds inclination whatever she decided.

hades couldn’t call it love, soras love belonged to a fiance that hadn’t quite earned it yet but clearly had some desire to and hades love belonged to his power, his strive and stamina and though much of it could overflow if given the chance he remained tied to his throne, simply an overlord of foolish decisions and tasteless regret. but something kept him and sora in each others beds, when there were others they could turn to, something drove and painfully sparked between them and ebbed for time that couldn’t be named with a limit yet and neither could complain because perhaps it was the mere promise of choice, freedom a lack of need to restrain or define which kept them hooked, anchored to one another even if it would end up being risky.

he sighed soft and sweet against her as she lay, every bit the perfect muse and faithful goddess partnered and indebted to him, letting him have the power in his hands and yet rendering hades unable to do more than ache for her, feel like he was the powerless one as he ran lips across temples and steadied a trembling body with firm hands against hips. kissing and soaking up the final tear as he listened to her moans and let out soft breaths that sounded more like soundless pleas of his own, half lidded eyes blinking up at her even as he nuzzled further into her, finally making his bed and comfort for the night.

it was painful and blissful, release and restraint. hades and sora were a damn paradox that simply couldn’t be argued for or against, when together it felt like they were having a little slice of heaven in that time spent blocking everything out just simply existing with one another but in reality they were in a ceaseless limbo and hades woke every morning, unable to leave soras side for a few hours, unable to go without cooking her breakfast and doing her hair and making sure she was recovered with his time and worship to bring herself to life again the next day with a fear beating down that he was inconsistent, his life was always on the line and not one that was meant to be shared, he never cared much for if he lived or died in this world and how he was raised but now the question of would sora hurt? tormented his mind, drove him to win and also wore him thin.

“you do enough, giving me this time with you now, the time to not think or feel any pressure. you save me everytime you let me just lie here, shut my mind out and exist plainly. its enough sora” he whispered, voice husky and broken with the taste of sleep tangling on his tongue. he let out a downright whimper at the feel of her hair caressing him, hands on his body and exploring and soothing every ache he thought he’d forgotten, soft pitiful sighs and gasps leaving part opened mouth and peaceful shut eyes as he arched into every movement. his eyes opened at the touch to his lips, riddled golden with sleep looming and yet they gazed upon her like she could revitalize him as he bit at lip lazily. “because i need this as much as you do, this deal doesn’t require words for a thank you”

C A P T I V A T E D by the males divinity, sora remained in his hold, supported by his hands as she loomed over his chest with unblinking eyes. this rapture euphoric and tantalizing, with lines and barriers merging and weaving in the forefront of her mind, pheromones confused as she pictured herself existing in an everlasting relationship with a figure of pleasure and loyalty. he was a god, whom worshiped a goddess; paid regular tribute with favors both large and small.

matching the rise and the fall of his chest with her own, breathing when he would as if she needed to follow a guide he had intentionally created for her to trace for fear of forgetting how to do such a natural thing, sora carefully brushed her thumb in its place against his chest; stroking fabric and skin in circular motions, comforting herself with the physical reminder that she was indeed in good hands.

if only she could argue the truth of their meetings in a way that would satisfy her selfishness; dismiss his admission of the benefits he too has the opportunity to experience on nights like these. the shared comfort, the heavy hearts that seem all too close and all too distant deepening on how hard each beat hit, the lustful bliss introduced in the warmth of each others arms. “you need this?” she questioned in a near silent whisper, her eyes finally lowering, folding shut for only a moments rest before she would come to peak through thick long lashes once more, at the bright light on her bed. “i didn’t know that.”

as sora sniffed her disbelief, selfish as she ever was, she stole the control she’d formerly granted away from hyeokjae, shifting into a new position of comfort; a seat atop a new throne. leg on either side of the relaxed guest, the fixated noona ( albeit a noona who would never regard herself as such in the presence of her hyeokjae, as he was much too large and superior in the context of their unconventional friendship ) bowed forward, resting against his whole chest in complete silence, listening to the pound in his chest, all the while praying the quickened pace of her own organ wasn’t detectable.

tempted to nurture a longing that hadn’t arisen until he’d broken into her home apologetically, that was not at all new to the track of thought her mind would run down as she cuddled up close to the fighter while they nuzzled one another with soft breath and open understanding, the woman traced the same pattern across his face again, her fingers drawing down cheek and jaw, resting on the parting between his lips.

impulse demanded to taste the fruit of imprisonment, lulled her eyes shut and pulled her lips to his without care or consideration. her mind wouldn’t settle and allow sleep to invade with the exhaustion present in her bones, without at least indulging a little. she would blame it all on the tiredness, anyway. from the moment she’d picked up her phone and called his number many times, to the first glass of wine she’d turned to, to try and relax without hades to settle her, it was all an embarrassment to be brushed off in the morning by a regretful wealthy woman. with the tender stroke of her soft strawberry coated lips, sora slipped her finger down and off his face, her cheeks glowing in a blush as she drew back from the spontaneous action, whining whimpered moan into a fluffy pillow beside his head; begging the action be ignored. 

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adhxdes:    

&&. - He sucked in a deep breath of air and let it out in a small sigh after, he knew that Sora knew him better than anyone and sometimes it was both a good thing and a terrible one. He was a casanova that didn’t even know it, sweet talk with a hint of sin and a romancer by nature but he couldn’t always see when he was doing it or how much he was capable. Sora saw right through him all the time yet somehow she never shunned him for it. he shared a bed with her and she still seemed appreciative even though he was a heart eater.

he tried not to relent under her eyes as they trailed his body, they had been in the position so often and he’d felt her eyes on the scars and wounds that littered his body. almost like she was tracing them to memory, he was covered much like an angel that had fallen from grace in the darkness of night with only the light of the moon showing his battered yet beautiful presence, the way it filled a room but he seemed so empty. burn marks, bruises, scars and deep set scratches all on a broad and capable back and shoulders. ever the figure of perseverance and the truth that pride alone wouldn’t console you from it. sora’s hands have intimately traced his tattoos that distracted from a few numerous times. she might even know his body better than he did. she saw all his blades, could name them by heart where they rested in a draw overnight as his body rested beside her. they had so many unspoken promises and secrets shared.

“you know i’m not ready to let anything finish me off yet” he shook his head and soothed with his naturally husked down voice that caressed silkily and could become all consuming if he wanted but he never exerted that power over sora. he looked down at her with heavy lids that covered behind thick framed lashes, dark golden eyes that held glory and guilt hand in hand in them. most thought his alias was that of braggart and threat, god of the underworld did sound worthy of fear and apprehension. in fact, hades remembered the god for his love and tact. his endless ability to pick his fights wisely and how he gave fair chance to those who required. yes, hades was fitting for hyeok-jae’s duality.

he lay her down on the bed gently, gracefully as he knelt over her and placed hands either side of her head, eyes fluttering shut at the gentle touch of her fingers on his nape, lips parting slightly but no sound escaping. “i know danger inside out sora, i know its…terrifying and i don’t exactly like my lifestyle either but danger and i are kind of on the same page” he whispered as he opened his eyes and wiped over her bleeding lip softly. it was confusing, they had a relationship which stood on a border and it couldn’t possibly be guessed at which side they would settle upon. hades didn’t have much shame to give these days, couldn’t say he was sorry for the fact he inhabited a space that sora’s fiance should have done. “i’m fine, i’m gonna be fine for a long time yet” he reassured as he settled down beside her and pulled her against him comforting as he nuzzled her jaw and neck, relieving any stress or anxiety and subsiding it if it lingered.

T E N D E R N E S S tasted bitter as sora swallowed remnants of a cut lip that had been carefully brushed away, her breathing stuttering in her chest as she stared wide-eyed at the male that acted much more considerately than a lover, a soul typically so stubborn and strong broken before the keeper of death. her teddy bear, wang hyeokjae — she wondered if, in someway that rather differed from myth ( granted he was the one coming and going ), she were his persephone; a goddess stolen from different stature, who’d sit locked away to devour his love for only half the time, as if hyeokjae’s kind offer that had sparked the relationship between the two had been an enticing pomegranate all along.

it couldn’t have been love in the traditional sense of the word that kept them together, but it was certainly something sweet. maybe something of a rather selfish nature too. sora couldn’t dare imagine calling upon a different being for such care and comfort, as she was addicted to hades and all that he was. treated him like a drug far greater than the ones she’d been prescribed for all of her nerves. he was dangerous in that sense, needed to be kept at an arms length; but sora had always been somewhat of a self destructive girl, as it was only the destruction that had given her attention as a child, even if it were negative.

closing her eyes with a deep exhale as he nurtured her with affectionate gestures, sora lay motionless for a while, savoring each movement hyeokjae made against her, each nuzzle and reassuring whisper pulling a soft moan from broken lips, as a solo tear made what would hopefully be the last stream of the night as it crawled down to her ear.

she still didn’t like it; didn’t truly believe he would be capable of running at such a dangerous pace on such a dangerous line for any longer than a few more months. she knew the lifespan of fighters was always unpredictable and disposable. hades would exhaust his usefulness in the ring eventually, and maybe he would misplace his usefulness in her life too --- she was certain he would wear out somehow, eventually.

“i wish i could protect you, as you protect me.” she muttered while moving out of the comfort he had made for her on top of the sheets against his body, her eyes lazily opening as she propped herself up onto an unsteady hand, straightening her arm out so she could now loom over his figure with her hair cascading down and around her face, the tips tickling against his chest. tracing a couple fingers delicately ( that belonged to the hand she wasn’t using for support ) across the edges of his face, sora moved from hairline to cheekbone, trailing down to his lips before leaving his face altogether, stopping atop his chest after flicking hair behind her own shoulder. “what did i ever do to deserve having you in my life? i know i’m pitiful, and that i don’t thank you enough; so why do you do this for me?”

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ad-yoongi:

Yoongi exaggerates his bow, the gesture almost princely, mocking Sora’s wealthy presence in this shithole of a training arena. “I wouldn’t know,” he might be joking but he does not smile. “I’m not the one looking.”

He should have known better than to think their text conversation was the end of it. Rich kids would always push it until they got what they wanted. And Sora -not just rich but filthy rich, that much had become clear from that god-awfull party- definitely possessed the means to push it. Yoongi eyes her accomplice warily, measuring up the man’s movements and size. Yoongi is quick and lithe, and though with most opponents he can work that to his advantage, one hit from this guy could easily equal ten of his own punches. He won’t last a minute before this hulk breaks through his defenses. If this scene grows ugly he will have to strike where it counts or his defeat is certain.

“Why are you here?” He folds his arms across his chest, skin sweaty and streaked with grime. “Surely not just to walk your pet gorilla? I think they prefer the outdoors over this shack.” He fixes her gaze. “I thought we agreed we were done talking.”

Bang Ilhyung, he thinks, you little shit. What a way to get me in trouble. It was thanks to his enthusiastic and ignorant dongsaeng Yoongi got dragged into these kinds of situations, the kid too young and too spoiled to comprehend the consequences of his actions or how they affect the lives of those around him. Yoongi had a weak spot for him though. The boy was frustrated and rebelling against the lack of structure around him; the world always bending to his will and his parent’s money. It was a challenge he was seeking, a wall to run into and though Yoongi felt him unsuited for the life of a fighter- though it pissed him off to have the struggle of many to simply survive be romantisized by a kid without troubles; by a kid who had no idea of hardship- he would gladly provide the other with a taste of resistance if that’s what he desired. And if he had punched Ilhyung hard enough to put his lights out it was because he recognised the boy’s need for struggle and consequent growth, for development. It was why he sought out the pits for himself after all. The pain had gotten to Ilhyung, the shame and humiliation of loosing in front of his friends. Yoongi had shown him a limit and now it was up to Ilhyung to rise to the challenge. At the party, he had not. He had shown himself the spoiled, awkward little kid he was and Yoongi had expected no different. This morning though, Ilhyung had actually called him. He had not apologised, he had not thanked Yoongi- selfabsorbed as he still was- but he hadn’t complained either. He had asked Yoongi to train him. Progress, most certainly. Yoongi had said no. No, because he did not want to become swept up in the conflict between Ilhyung and his parents, did not want to end up collateral damage to a rich kid’s fight. No because it would teach Ilhyung yet another boundary. Because he needed to learn to accept the word, crtainly not from his parents but definitely from his equals in the world. Yet his efforts had been to no avail. Trouble had come to find him in the form of Sora and where Ilhyung was naive in his influence over people, Sora certainly was not. But Yoongi was a fighter. And he would stand his ground.

G L A R I N G a glint of dissatisfaction and distaste, sora turns her eyes to the left wall, her actions a means of dehumanizing the fighter she’d the displeasure of obsessively plotting against. “i can only assume most people look right through you.” she scoffed, leaving only the bodyguard to keep his eyes on the male that stood a twig in comparison, a bodyguard who knew his own value much better than min yoongi apparently knew his own.

the matter of why she had come to stare momentarily at a nuisance in a place she would rather remain distant to, was rather simple in the mind of the woman, in fact she had thought it so simple that the bag would give enough away. that she wouldn’t need to waste extra breath cursing trash out. “we agreed on nothing,” spitting her eyes back toward him, sora holds herself upright and full of confidence, suppressing any falter in her system --- any groan that wished to expel her lips. “and i would rather not be here, but it seems we shouldn’t all get what we want.”

fixed on having her own way after such an embarrassing disaster that would surely make headlines come weekend, sora refused to become the woman who’d hosted [ the failed socialite gathering that had lead to the severe beating of the son of assemblyman bang sungwoo ], and had quite irritably had to apologize for both the unwanted guest and the teenager, to seek a means of cleaning up the mess to prevent it from being printed nationally.

“mr. hambyul and i are here to have you sign a contract on behalf of assemblyman bang sungwoo,” taking a thick stapled pile of paper from the bodyguard she’d just referred to by name, sora cleared her throat and slapped the pages from one hand to the other, letting the white sheets redden the palm of the left hand she’d offer them in. “he knows it was your doing. ilhyung tried to protect you from his father, but he gave up your name eventually --- i’m here with the best damn offer you’re going to get, so you better start behaving.”

sticking a pen on top of the pile, the straight faced heiress abandoned the protection the bodyguard offered, her heels clicking and clicking and clicking until she stood directly in front of the sweaty male, looking down on the figure of somebody she felt silent pity for, before relaxing a smile. she knew he was smart enough as to not try anything when he was stuck in the presence of a force to be reckoned with, and a warrior with no obvious moral compass on his shoulders. “i know people like you. you don’t deserve to befriend a kid like ilhyung, and a kid like ilhyung doesn’t realize just how toxic a person like you can be. i know he’ll keep trying to weasel his way into your life. i know this will happen again, if things don’t change; so you’re going to turn your back and forget you ever knew him, until he gives up and loses interest in pursuing you and this stupid dream of his.”

“sign the pages, take the money in that bag, and stay out of his life. you wouldn’t like resolution two or three or four, very much.”

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adxyujin:

Yujin had no idea of the things that were going on in Sora’s head. As always, she had no issue with trust and would never believe that someone could have any hidden intentions; not people she knew, at least. And she approached Sora with nothing but trust, giving her happy and grateful little smiles.

“Oh, good tea choice! That one’s really good,” she said with a cheerful tone to her voice as she dried herself off hurriedly. “I should put on some dry clothes later…” It was more murmured towards herself, a mental note for later. After all, she really didn’t want to get sick.

Once she was somewhat done, she draped the towel over the back of a chair. “You’re more than welcome to use it! Unless you want a different one? I have more, so that’s absolutely no problem!” And she moved on to make the tea, waiting for the water to boil before pouring it in a teapot and adding the teabag.

“Not a lot of people here would be so kind… I try to be nice to everyone and help everyone! And so far most people have been really nice to me, but I know that there are some that have…” She paused a bit, searching for the right words. “Maybe… trust issues? I don’t know… I just think it must be so sad to go through life without ever being there for others and helping others…”

Once the tea was done, she poured both herself and Sora a cup. “There you go! It’s still hot, so be careful~”

W I T H eyes turned downward, sora gave not even a short polite response to the other female, she instead continued to stand with her chin held high, her eyes skimming the location cautiously, ears barely listening to the casual chatter thrown through the air.

she should have expected as much from the stranger when she’d agreed upon finding shelter in her quarters, that she would talk and talk to perhaps make a friend out of a savior, but sora wasn’t much of one at all. 

“i don’t usually do this ---.” she stated, her voice loud enough to be heard despite it mostly being a comment to herself, that would reference multiple things about this situation she had put herself in. she didn’t normally drink tea that had been brewed in a home, nor did she go out of her way to help somebody else with no real benefit to herself, and she definitely didn’t find herself alone in a strangers home; but this girl, as harmless as she appeared to be, had been at the center of each abnormality in nam sora’s day.

shivering at the mere mention of trust issues ( something generally tied to sora’s many day to day insecurities ), she had to force a smile onto her face, humming in agreement as her hand ran against the fabric of the towel before accepting the cup offered to herself, hesitating with it in hand. “so i will let it cool for a moment, sweetie, and then i should probably go my own way and leave you be. i would hate to impose for too long.” 

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magnets; nmh ✗ nsa

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adchana:

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LOCATION: GANGNAM

If there’s one thing that that Hana knew about herself, it was that she didn’t have many regrets in life. She preferred to be in control of situations that she indulged within, and when she wasn’t, it was almost quintessential that she took steps to mitigate the consequences. But amongst the regrets that she did have, few were able to match Nam Sora.

For clarification, it wasn’t that she had a problem with the heiress. It could even be said that in her own right, Nam Sora was clever, patient, and too charming for her own good. Rather, Hana had a problem with the outcome of their relationship. After a year, Sora had blindsided Hana, and there were no warnings nor signs about her intentions. In the end, all that she left Hana with were empty promises, lonely lips, and a broken heart.

Despite it all being in the past, as much as Hana would have liked to believe she had moved on, she simply hadn’t. She loathed how pathetic she had become but was unable to escape from the reality of it all. Considering the standards that she normally held herself to, this version of her was rather shameful. In fact, so shameful that she hadn’t realised that the line for coffee had been moving forward, and that she had been holding up the line.

“I’ll have a latte please.” She would smile at the barista before paying and acquiring her drink. Then, a new task presented itself — searching for a spot to sit. It was a Tuesday, and the cafe was undoubtedly crowded; she expected as much anyways. So upon random selection, she would target a seat in the far corner across from a woman who Hana assumed possessed a kind disposition. In truth, with the way that the other was seated and without a clear look at her face, Hana couldn’t tell for certain.

“Excuse me — “ Her words would be cut short upon a closer inspection of the other individual, and for a couple of moments after, Hana would remain like that. Speechless.

H E R prowess as a woman of higher value, was apparent without a word of explanation. it was all apparent in the way she bit into a glazed cranberry scone, her chin tilted slightly upwards as the sweet treat moved to and from her lips, coupled with a cappuccino. her body sat straight, her posture impressive with a leg crossed over the other. her attention fixed through dark sunglasses at a magazine picked up and delivered to her by a personal bodyguard, whom had been scorned minutes before the heiress had come to occupy a lone table just outside of the cafe. 

sora was no wicked woman; she rather disliked the headache that came with negative confrontation, and her displeasure with the guard waiting in a flashy landaulet across the street with the windows up, was no exception --- though as she learnt with the flicker of a shadow stepping forth anxiously, a wickedness was located within her soul.

there was an instant recognition that spread across her chewing cheeks in the form of a smirk, the scone quickly finding itself comfortable on the dish it had been served on, for manners to address the familiar face with a taut notion. clearing her throat, sora traced the corners of her sunglasses, eyes hiding behind the tint for a second longer as she stared, before abandoning her face. resting the tip of her tongue between her teeth, sora turned smirk to smile.

“nakamura hana.” she breathed the name so sweetly, as if no cruelty had ever sat between the bodies of the two socialites. it had been far too long since they’d last seen each other, and for good reason --- sora had cut the rope that tied them together, kicked the other woman out of her bed and out of her life for fear of what was to come. love had been thrown around carelessly, the word littered with lies whenever they’d left the lips of the seated sora. she never really loved hana, she used the foreigner for her own reckless desire; she was treated well, smothered with affection, but nothing real. hana had been a toy of rebellion, a body she would freely caress to spite the truly wicked --- or so nam sora liked to believe.

wading fingers through hair with the lowering of her gaze, the wealthy woman with her scone and coffee hummed a seductive command invitation, her tone cautious as the words slipped through her vocals. maybe now, hana could serve as a distraction from an irritation. “you can sit... that is what you were going to ask, correct?”

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asher released one of his hands from the wheel, grabbing sora’s hand swiftly without so much as an explanation.

“hey, that sounds nice,” he grinned, “call me oppa again.” he could still feel tingles down his spine from hearing it the first time, and he spared a fleeting glance at sora’s direction before properly addressing her previous statement.

“but to just have dinner is so…so…boring,” he whined, turning a corner roughly. one glance at the rear-view mirror had asher pleased to see a horde of paparazzi following after them. he let out a low chuckle, squeezing sora’s hand tightly.

“come on, princess, the whole point of this date is to make things look good on our end. so just trust me on this, yeah? a few other things besides dinner aren’t going to kill you.” he lifted her hand to his lips, a little surprised at how gentle he was being. it wasn’t like asher to be so thoughtful. the dates he’d planned for other girls in the past had always been halfhearted, boring, and were usually just a grand scheme to get them in bed by the end of the night. 

but with sora it was different. it was always different with her. he’d spent more hours planning out their date than he did for anything else. and asher kang hated himself for letting her break through his walls so easily; why did it have to be her, of all the goddamn people in seoul? just thinking about his unwanted motions caused his heart to beat uncontrollably, and he tried to compose himself as he slowed the vehicle down.

“we’re here,” he murmured, sliding into a parking space. he let go of her hand as if it was a flame—he could still feel the heat where her fingers had intertwined with his. what the hell is wrong with you? he wondered in frustration. 

“don’t move yet,” asher insisted, “i’m gonna open the door for you so that this looks romantic as fuck.”

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B L U S H burst across her cheeks as her hand became a prisoner to his, her face instantly turning out the window the opposite way to hide whatever tint could be noticed despite the makeup worn to distract from such a thing. “oppa.” she teased, not daring to pull her hand back; instead she left it surprisingly comfortable in his, though embarrassed by the title that had first accidentally slipped her tongue, only to leave her lips again. 

“we’re not going to a hotel, if that’s what you have planned after dinner. that would make things look worse.” sora had scoffed, but she’d fantasized the sentiment once before --- wondered how it would feel to be just another one of his girls; the kind that would run her hands through his hair and across every inch of his body as they fucked in a hotel room. sora had hoped he’d give her a day like that, treat her as he would any other girl, instead of this princess he’d been forced to tolerate, without an engagement forcing them together. it was a pure curiosity on her part; one that felt as if she needed that experience to understand why he was a repeat offender, one to cage the ache of which would arise in her chest with every scandal that met her ears, one she’d refuse to ever let happen.

staring down at her fingertips as he dashed around the vehicle to greet her like a gentleman with the opening of a door, a scene to indeed look extremely romantic in the eyes of the vans and the people that wasted no time piling out of them with cameras at the ready. she’d never understood how something as simple as holding asher’s hand, in a place particularly unmonitored, could be so intimate and free of malice. their night out together, barely started, was already revealing things sora hadn’t expected. from the moment she’d anxiously woken to the day of preparations, it had all already been set into motion.

stepping out of the car, into the parking lot with her arm quickly curling around his once more, sora leaned toward his ear, her eyes looming over to where the press stood with flashing lights as she whispered a sarcastic congratulations. “it was very romantic, honey.” pressing the first kiss of the night to his cheek, all for show, sora had to keep her own heart from quivering as she drew back as to make it easy to walk toward the restaurants entrance, concerned he’d find reason to mock her, if he knew the difficulty faced each endless moment. “just keep smiling and this will all be over before you know it.” 

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asher kang would be lying if he said he hadn’t been excited for their date. even if it was just for appearances, he’d never had as good an excuse as this one to take sora out, and he wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.

it had taken him a good majority of the day to prepare things, a delay that only fueled his impatience to see his future wife. arriving at her penthouse perfectly groomed and in a stunning suit, he found himself almost desperate to be near her.

the wait was worth it, though. he didn’t bother to disguise the lust in his gaze as he eyed her up and down, taking her all in. nam sora’s beauty could not be described in words. god, she knew just how to fuck with asher, and it was something that made him both infuriated and love-struck.

“why the fuck are you surprised?” he scoffed, running a hand through his flawlessly-styled hair as he examined her from the corner of his eye. “i always look nice, princess.”

he guided her to his lambo in what he hoped was a comfortable silence, opening the passenger door for her before striding over to his own seat. he looked around discreetly, the corners of his mouth curling upwards upon noticing a small group of paparazzi across the street.

“see them?” asher inquired, tilting his head ever-so-slightly towards the cameras. “this is gonna be fun. let’s head to the restaurant first.” with that he started the engine, zooming down the street towards their first destination.

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S H E would have snickered and argued his offended tone had she not been in a surprisingly decent mood at that moment; she would have rolled her eyes so far back into her skull, as she denied the physical attraction ( not even bringing the accidental emotional attachment into consideration ) her mind felt toward asher. she wouldn’t be so putty, as to admit he looked good every other time they would meet, but she wouldn’t change her current admission either. he did look nice --- nicer than she felt she’d ever seen him. as if he too had put real effort and countless hours into this escapade.

having walked to the car in silence, her arm linked around his for support down uneven terrain, sora almost refused to let him slip out of her fingers, to find herself seated comfortably in the attention catching vehicle parked and ready to roll. she felt a sort of anxiety wash over her as she peered out the window to where the press stood with cameras flashing and people taking notes. it was nothing new for her, nothing unexpected, but it still left her worried; concerned asher wouldn’t be able to find himself in the drivers seat without causing some sort of trouble.

that was how things were, with asher kang in her life. sora was always nervous another scandal would arise and effect her personal standing. already they’d had to combat talk of his infidelity, and address many sorts of rumors that surrounded the truth behind the nature of their relationship, had to fake so much passion, only to read it like a romance novel in an article the next day. they were characters in another persons story, a prince and a princess in a book featuring no clear villain --- and maybe they were both villains to each other. troublesome creatures barely capable of controlling the other.   

“first?” blinking through confusion, sora crossed a leg over the other, her seat-belt strapped tightly across her chest as she turned her gaze to the driver beside herself, studying his figure, his features, as he stared down the road they traveled down. “i was under the impression we were only having dinner. you’re not allowed to kidnap me, oppa. it’s restaurant then home.”

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Hades bit his lip as he looked away from Sora and back at the ground ever so briefly. she looked like she was dead on her feet, like she hadn’t slept in weeks and she’d been waiting on a nothing for even longer despite hades have only been a few minutes late and this being his first offence of it. he frowned and nodded slowly, he didn’t want to leave her for fear of her panicking when she’d just calmed down but he knew he’d have to get a flannel for her face and soothe how blotchy and tear induced messy she’d became.

he let her silently seethe for a while, she didn’t have to say a word for hades to feel the power of it settle over her. he said nothing through it and didn’t try to defend himself, sora knew as well as he did he could never leave her alone even if he wanted to. but she needed a release, in some ways her abrupt anger at hades was doing that even if it would disappear just as abruptly. in a strange way, he thought, he loved parts of sora because he had to how could he not when he spent most nights beside her in bed. perhaps they both hated and loved bits of each other for this routine, they were still settling into it.

he felt comforted himself somehow with sora in his arms, he didn’t even know when it had became a mutual reassurance. originally sora had needed him and that had been the end of it, it was as simple as that. somewhere along the line he’d started to feel wrong when sora wasn’t flush against his side as well, god only knows what he’d be like if it wasn’t him she needed at night anymore. would he mind or not? he breathed her in all the same, basked in the comforting scent that was unique to her as he held her tight almost as though he didn’t want to let her go either. spare hand flitting to her hair as he smoothed it out with surprisingly gentle and nimble fingers and pressed unmoving lips to forehead.

“i know, you thought the worst, but i wouldn’t do it to you” he whispered, slight husk of his voice making part of his hushed down voice audible. he didn’t jostle her even once as he made his way to the room he knew as well as his own, pushing the door open with his foot so as not to disturb her. his lips had moved against her hair now and if he pressed a subtle kiss to skin he pretended not to notice, acted as though it was default. hades knew he had to stop running to her like this everytime, he knew there were people he shared beds with for other activities who might not take so kindly to it or to him bailing on them in the night to play cuddly pillow but he wasn’t even anywhere close to resenting sora or this nature they’d slipped into and made a habit of. he was somewhat shocked at her final words though, he had never suspected sora’s worry would be for him. “something bad is always happening to me, but it won’t beat me down till i’ve properly taken care of you”

S O M E H O W he always knew how to say both the right and the wrong thing at once. a sort of obliviousness in his tone capable of telling charming tales that would cause the heart buried under the skin of an expensive girl, to falter. she may have always been somewhat of a hopeless and lonely girl in the eyes of this comforter, even if he denied such a view, and she had always returned the favor; had looked upon hyeokjae, her very own teddy bear, as a harbinger — a god of darkness. 

it was never easy to ignore the damage the male carried on his shoulders. sora could never look past the bruises and the broken skin she’d spotted on his skin on various occasions in the past. she knew what he did during their time spent in separate worlds, when nam sora would live without the support of the strong arms that now cradled her in the most familiar place they would spend time together. she knew of the scars, and the tattoos that served to mirror and distract from them. knew of the knives he’d abandon on the floor by her bed time and time again to eliminate the likelihood of any sort of accident. she knew so much, that she never spoke of — never mentioned. she didn’t want to pry or give so much of her heart to somebody, so she could understand just why he sounded so surprised as he made an effort to dissolve her worry.     

“you can’t imagine what i thought.” she exhaled, pulling away from her hiding spot to stare up at the face of the one person she relied on the most. how beautiful he was as he held onto her, whispered to her, cuddled, protected, kissed, smiled, and ran around after her. surely his name and nature outside of her walls, were only put in place to deceive enemies; he couldn’t be acting as he held her bare soul in his hands. it was just impossible for wang hyeokjae to represent the underworld. he was nothing like a bringer of death. a symbol of mortality, yes, but nothing more.

curling her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, the girl returned to her lip chewing, gnawing at a plump lower lip until it began to bleed, and her contradictory confession slipped off the tip of her tongue as it dabbed the cut. “i don’t like the thought of you being in danger.” sora may not have believed her words, as she put hyeokjae in danger any time she requested his assistance and presence. lord knows what her father would say or do if he knew about the boy that was most certainly not her fiance ( she doubted her fiance could provide such consideration and support ); whom often slept in her bed, who she would curl into until she practically lay on top of him, a leg and an arm wrapped around his body, her face nuzzled into his chest as if she needed to merge into a single living organism. he wouldn’t believe their relationship to be platonic, sora could hardly understand it herself. “please take care of yourself too.”    

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H A V I N G spent an entire day on self grooming, away from the stress of work and all the headaches dealt by her overbearing father, nam sora was able to confidently step across the hard floors of her penthouse to the door that had been buzzed by a male she’d watched seconds ago, make his way through the building on her television through the security cameras that lined the halls and elevator.

she wore her makeup and hair very neatly, her personal stylist having put the all color on her face to combat the black of the pricey, sleeved, studded, knee cut dress that kissed her curves, accentuating the figure of a princess that stood on tall black stilettos that still wouldn’t bring her to eye level with the man on the other side of the door. glittered rose gold lips that matched nails of the same fashion, puckered down nervously, hating that that feeling sat in her stomach at all. she always felt nervous around asher kang, no matter the occasion. he made her uneasy, and she only hoped the feeling would be mutual once he could face the effort she’d put into her appearance for this special night out of theirs.       

the wealthy young pair rarely stepped out together like this, dolled up and oozing in the appeal of the money they had signed to their names, arm in arm to dine at the most expensive and highest rated restaurant in seoul and all of south korea, in fact they never spent time together with the intentions of being truly alone together. they were hot news, the perfect story to be chased around with flashing cameras, and even in a restaurant such as the one they’d a reservation at, privacy would not be granted. paparazzi would be focused on nam sora and asher kang, and that was exactly what they hoped for. 

after all, they weren’t really a couple in love, were they? they were merely the children of wealth attached to strings in a long since arranged plan to extend the riches of both families, and even after tragedy had chipped away at the kang dynasty, the partnership was still upheld. asher kang would marry nam sora, as agreed upon by his late father, and the impervious father-in-law he would understand in time.

relaxing a smile across her perfect features, sora turned her confidence into courage and slowly swung open the door that kept herself separated from the alleged man of her dreams. finding her energy kept her powdered cheeks from flushing, the female shocked herself by reacting to asher on instinct, despite the lack of any prying eyes in that moment.

there was no need to put on a show until they made it out of the building, but sora had still bought into the act the pair would later come to master in a public scene, sora had still wrapped an arm around his neck, pulled herself against his chest and breathed in his scent with a sultry greeting whispering into his ear, flowing out of the glittered lips that could have marked his skin, had she fallen too far into character.

“honey---” she purred, long lashes low as she looked over his shoulder at the other side of the slim hall, to the change in tone that turned the wall into an elevator that would bring them to ground level, where the role of a loving couple would need to be well polished for nosy men and women to enjoy. “it’s good to see you again.”

drawing back, away from any form of physical interaction, sora closed and sealed the door to her home behind herself, ready to venture out on this public date with this man she claimed to love. “you look nice. i’m surprised.”

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“You’re right,” Yujin said in the softest voice, letting her head hang in embarrassment. “I’m really going to regret this tomorrow…” She had to work tomorrow as well. How was she supposed to do that if she got a fever? Yujin absolutely hated calling in sick, but… after this, she’d probably need a bit to rest.

She shuffled a bit closer to the other, her hand automatically reaching up to gently hold on to Sora’s sleeve. It was a habit of hers to hold on to people who were helping her. When she was little, she got lost a lot, and as a result got used to clinging to her parents or whoever she was walking around with. Now Yujin tried not to be too clingy, but in situations like these she needed reassurance that the person next to her would stay next to her.

Sora was honest and Yujin appreciated that. She’d always been bad at dealing with criticism, but Sora didn’t try to baby her or coo at her and tell her everything was alright. No, she told the truth, and that made Yujin smile. “Alright! I have a pretty large tea collection, so you can just choose whatever.”

Shivering slightly, she led the other woman back to her apartment building and up the stairs into her apartment. “Make yourself at home! You can look through that cupboard,” she pointed to it, “and decide on what tea we’re going to drink! I’ll go get a towel!” With that, Yujin hurried to the bathroom to grab one of her overly large, overly fluffy towels.

When she returned, there was a sheepish smile on her lips. “Again… thank you so much, I’m so glad you saw me and actually decided to… you know, stop me from getting seriously sick…”

T H E physical contact came unexpected to sora as they walked together through the rain, shivering and dripping from the droplets that had blanketed both of the females before a little black umbrella had popped up to prevent the water from seeping deeper into the fabrics worn on cold skin. people didn’t often rely on sora like this, didn’t pluck at her clothing and cling to it. she would have been complained, had she not been intrigued first.

if she was being honest, despite this girls almost unsettling personality, she was exactly what sora tended to like in other women. fragility. weakness. the kind of person that would be to be looked after as to not accidentally burn her own home down. a girl that could be pulled to pieces out of boredom due to her naivety. this storm dweller that held onto the arm of the wealthy heiress, gave the impression that she was all of the above. somebody nam sora would love to have wrapped around her finger; in every sense of the metaphor. shy. a girl that could blush from head to toe, without too much effort.

led into the apartment of said small unnie, sora sat her umbrella down by the door and ventured in as encouraged. she had abandoned her heels, and was now wandering without a snap under her step, her hands pulling a box of lemon & honey green tea from the cupboard. sora wasn’t willing to look further into the collection, and settled with something familiar to sip in an unfamiliar landscape with an unfamiliar girl. was it wrong for her to be uncomfortable? 

“dry me off and make me tea, and you’ll have repaid your debt to me.” she teased, wetting her lips with the click of her tongue. yujin had let a tiger into her den, and sora would play the role, use the power of the title, to distract herself from uncertainty. “but it was honestly the least i could do for a stranger.”

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Hades had been running late to see her today, it wasn’t through his own fault exactly. He was usually always on time for Sora but today had been chaotic and it wasn’t so much that he was prioritising other things over her as it was that he didn’t actually get any say at all in whether he could prioritise her or not. It had been training all afternoon, then he’d had visitors who he still couldn’t entirely determine on whether they were wanted or unwanted and to top that off when he finally got to leave to see sora. He got stuck in heavy traffic.

He cursed the day he met Sora, as he drove along now his head was still haunted by how she’d sounded in that call. It was just meant to be him getting her prescription, it should’ve ended there. Next thing Hades knows, he’s in her bed and god forbid but it’s nothing sexual, lustful in fact it’s borderline too loving and healthy and it terrifies him. But she needs it, so he sleeps there and he holds her and he runs fingers through her hair and stares at her reassuringly till she finds the sleep she craves. He hadn’t been able to say no, she’d looked so crushed and desperate and hades wished he was a worse person, wished he could’ve turned his back on her. But he couldn’t then and he wouldn’t now.

He should’ve walked away, a smarter person would’ve done but instead he got used to her bed and her body in his arms when he slept. Instead he kept coming back and God her voice in that god damn call. He’d never been late before but he knew how hard it was for her, everytime he arrived the females nerves were palpable. In that call she’d sounded totally devastated, like she’d already anticipated that hades had left her. He could already feel that she was counting down the minutes, worrying that he’d finally had enough. You should. He thinks to himself, he should have but he doesn’t and he won’t and it’s horrifying.

He doesn’t bother coming in quietly, kicks his shoes off at the door and discards them in the pile. He has a feeling she’ll much prefer it and feel more comforted if he announces his presence. His eyes are downcast as they trail to her form and he bites his lip while making the slow trek over to her, gracefully slipping onto his knees beside her as he gently pushes her hair back and meets her defeated gaze. “I’m sorry, it was out of my hands. I’ve never let you down before and I’m not about to now” he murmurs reassuringly as he effortlessly lifts her into his arms. “I’m here now” he coaxed with a small smile through tired and blurry blinking eyes. “Let’s get you to bed, shall we?”

W E A K L Y , sora pries her eyes from the phone she’d dropped, to the kneeling male she could have sworn she’d waited years to stare at. she probably looked deathly despite smelling strongly of vanilla after soaking and washing in scented products; her face pink, cheeks puffy, sticky and stained by the tears she’d been unable to control. her lips pouted and quivered together, salt soaking into a small cut on the lower lip, aching after so much chewing. had she been left on her own for any longer, well, there was no telling how much worse she’d have felt look.

cursing him out mentally with the swell of tears returning, she wanted nothing more than to swear at him, to cause a fuss for the delay, for being kept waiting with no word on where he was, even if he really had no intention of being so late. part of sora wanted to assume he’d done it on purpose, just to see how much she’d crumble during hours of great fatigue, and she thought she would have been able to accept that kind of curiosity and testing, but god did she hate feeling so defeated and pathetic. she couldn’t even laugh about it.

unable to speak, half terrified her voice no longer existed, sora nodded and as if she belonged there, as if her body had been shaped to fit so perfectly in his arms, curled against his chest, hiding her miserable face against his neck, behind loose hair spilling from the top of her head, arms wrapped tightly around his neck grasping for dear life. she hated this side of herself, the side that was vulnerable and fragile in a way most people wouldn’t even believe sora could be, and the embarrassment is what keeps her pulling wang hyeokjae back into the bed of a lonely girl. she didn’t know how she could share such a flaw with anybody other than him.

“i thought---” mumbling into his shirt (most of which was inaudible), sora savored and melted into the protective embrace as he moved away from the sofa she’d collapsed in, surely finding his way to her bedroom with no need for directions to be given. sora wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold onto her teddy bear like this, how many more times she could call him and ask for his strength to get her through the night, without returning any favors. she was well aware of the fact that he would need to be freed of her burdensome requests sooner or later, before he could start to resent her for her needy nature, but that was a reality she wasn’t yet ready to accept. “i was so worried, i thought something bad might have happened to you.”