Painfully Adored

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“Running away was easy; not knowing what to do next was the hard part.”

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Seolhyun’s hand reached out for the handle of the door but stopped as soon as she heard his voice, more often than not oozing with confidence and hints of cockyness now laced with genuine hurt and panic. The female turned around and walked back over to Carter and reached out to cup his face gently in her hands, thumbs brushing along his prominent cheek bones with a frown painted on her lips. What he said to her may have hurt but at the moment none of that mattered, soon realizing that he probably didn’t mean  anything of what he spat out moments ago. “Carter, listen to me. I’m not going anywhere. Getting upset and frustrated isn’t going to help right now though.”

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Carter was most vulnerable in this state and he felt it by just the little things that he did. He was leaning into the gentleness that she showed, and although it was only a slight gesture, it was one that spoke volumes. Carter was funny and charismatic on a  good day, but even if the sun was shining it’s brightest, and the birds were chirping their loudest, the alien prince from a lost land did not, under any circumstances, initiate touch, or further encourage it.

That was until today of course.

His plump lips seemed even plumper from the blows he’d had to deal with, and his normally bright hazel eyes were dull now with an emotion that could not be quite placed on the spectrum of emotion. “I know… I know it’s not going to help me…” He groaned as he shifted then, and it was only slightly because Seolhyun still held onto his face. He had been in a particularly rough fight, and it most definitely showed. “ I … It’s really not safe for you right now… as soon as I.. regain myself, I’ll help you home…”

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csyxksh

“Yeah, I’m no damsel in distress. If anything I’d probably be like Megara or maybe Mulan, I don’t know about classic Disney princesses, too weak.. though, I do have a soft spot for Aurora…” She mused quietly to herself as she thought, absentmindedly petting the cat in her arms and laughed when he made the STD reference. “Okay, okay… maybe not CR. I’ll just call you Carter, how’s that?”

“Carter is my name so I think it would be the best option. I only accept nicknames like ‘baby boy’  and ‘My sunshine’, everything else is a b-list nickname and I’m not having it.” He flashed her a quick, dimpled little smile before he walked a little further, eventually stopping by a door only to pull out a key card and swipe it. “and… we’re here, hotel room, sweet hotel room. May the gods bless your soul, because this is that furry little demon’s room… Don’t ask how I got the card key, there’s no time to waste, Seol-..”

He paused, a few nicknames finally crossing his mind all at once. Just calling her princess might have seemed weird because they were just meeting each other, plus it totally wasn’t original… “No, not Seolhyun. You’re name from now one will be…Jelly Bean until I can think of something better.”

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asphixya

To be fair, playing those dangerous games was what kept Elisa going. It made her feel alive and important. And she could not care less about how it made the others feel. They did not care about her in the first place, only stupid kids ready to have their souls butchered, ready to swallow whatever scandalous goods as long as it gave them a little identity excess. Only they did.

Her lips still curled into a playful smirk, Elisa could not help but be impressed at herself. She had only be staring at the woman without a reason at all and it had all escalated. “So now, because you have probably looked at me from head to toe, you decided that I was not a danger for you and you try to make me think you are impressed.” Her voice was neither agressive nor completely friendly. Just a cold mix of the two as the ice blue eyes of the European woman stared into her Korean nemesis.

“Ah, you don’t know how to take a compliment.” The woman was either suffering from a previously low self esteem to over analyze her statement, or she was smart. Given the situation, it could have been both, but Minhee needed something tangible for this given moment. There was no way that she was going to let her go, but there was also no logical reason for Minhee to stay and make small talk with a woman like this in the middle of a clothing store. It would have seemed as though she would just have to bite the dust.

“Listen here and let’s just cut the crap with each other. You’re too suspicious for your own good, and if you keep it up you’re going to end up fucking around with a person who may put you in harms way. I don’t know how long you plan on staying in Korea, but I would surely advise caution, especially with a woman like you. Listen, I’m not the bad guy here… just know that if I see your face again… well I’ll just let your imagination run wild in whatever direction you wish to choose.”

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31. “Please don’t go.”

The feeling of loneliness  was one that Carter knew all too well, from the initial shocking pain to the inescapable feeling of falling into something akin to a void. He knew the feeling like he knew the back of his hand, and although fighting it alone was something that he’d become accustomed to, he realized now, under dim lights and with cuts and early bruises peppering his body, that he had a request for the woman in blue, the woman whom he had grown accustomed to, the woman whom he had just recently yelled at, her only fault being the help that she had tried to provide for him when he was in such a state.

He didn’t want to drive her away, not when all she had done was show him kindness in the midst of his own meltdown. “Please don’t go… I’m sorry for being harsh… I just…” Carter’s speech was riddled with pauses because his breathing was heavy, and it wasn’t from exhaustion, it was from panic. “Stay.”

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asphixya

“I swear to God, if this is about scars,” he warned, glaring angrily at the other man. Although he was curious to see on the man’s wrists what was so different, he did not go as far as grabbing him to check. However odd this meeting was, it was none of his business. Nevertheless, his mention of witchcraft did not fall into deaf ears. He had laughed at Seung Joo’s idea of being a “what” instead of a “who” but now he was bringing witchcraft into the topic. Instead of picking it up, he kept quiet.

“Seung Joo,” he replied shortly, deliberately not mentioning his last name. There were thousands of Seung Joo in South Korea. He did not need to dig any deeper than that. “You?”

“Andre.” The fact that his necklace was so uncomfortably hot that it now felt as though it was going to leave some sort of mark, was giving Andre the suspicion that continuing to talk to this man would only make trouble for himself. There was a little voice in his head that told him to go away, to move, to do anything but be here, and so like most instances, he tried to do so. “Listen… it was astounding to meet …my twin and all, but I believe that I should be leaving now. Maybe we’ll see each other again… maybe we won’t… “

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Keilah looked at the clock as well and it ticked, hearing the girl looking for her favorite author around the activities section made her slightly curious, but she never knew, since of course, this was the first she was meeting this lovely female. “W-what author were you looking f-for? I can help you? My favorite authors are the lost g-generation writers, is there something specific you were looking f-for?” She asked and then closed the baking book.

“Unless you w-want to do an activity, then you are in the right place.” Keilah flips her hair back a bit, but kept on smiling. “In a w-way, I’m a librarian since I know this library inside and out.”

“Haruki Murakami…” Her answer was almost instant, not necessarily rushed and not necessarily sharp, but it was the type of response that stamped off her answer for certainty as a she gave her first little smile since having met Keilah.

She found that it was cute the way that Keilah mentioned her own interests and revealed little by little about herself in small increments that Minhee took note of in case she needed it later. She got the feeling that this woman was open about herself to others in the way most were. She answered questions with no hesitation or shifty behavior and she revealed things about herself that pertained to the subject, but being that Minhee had come in contact with a lot of people, she knew that this was more of a weakness as oppose to a strength.

“I like writers that delve into things that others don’t or merely touch the surface with. Haruki Murakami, Franz Kafka…authors like them have  a certain… spark about them that catches my attention. Do you think this library would have their books?”

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csyxksh

She looked up at the number display as the elevator slowly but surely made it’s way up to the seventh floor, waiting a moment before the elevator doors opened and stepped out. “Carter Rose? Hm… I think I’ll call you CR! It sounds chic and almost rebellious.” Seolhyun grinned and motioned for him to lead the way. She might work at the hotel and clean rooms but even she couldn’t memorize where every guest stayed, even when they had a pet stay with them.

He tried not to make a face as he stepped off of the elevator, hearing the woman’s newfound nickname for him with a sinking feeling in his chest. “CR sounds like some medical abbreviation or a sexually transmitted disease to be honest with you. … I mean all in all though, if it floats your boat, then who am I to rip the sail?” He shook his head from side to side and read her gesture only to begin leading the way to the room. “If I’m CR then I get to call you… the queen of animals. I would have said snow white, but that’s copyright and she’s a damsel in distress.”

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asphixya

A little smirk appeared on Elisa’s pale lips. She loved making people ill at ease and had certainly found an easy target in this woman who was now lacking any sense in her words. Her blantant panic made the woman giggle to herself. “Who do you think I am?” Of course, there was no point in showing her the huge poster across the street — which she could clearly see from where she stood and through the shop’s window, because the Korean was clearly not going to be impressed by that.

Instead, her lips pursed ever so slightly as she shrugged her shoulders. “Why would I tell you? I mean, if I follow you, it would be quite a blunt and stupid move, to tell you who I am? Unless you don’t believe that I am following you so I can continue following you in peace. What do you think?”

Minhee was aggravated, and although she didn’t let it show on her face it was very much so a prominent emotion within her. This woman had more spunk in her than most and a better grip on how to play with people than the average person, which made Minhee think that she was either staring into a  mirror, or that she was staring at the face of her soon to be worst enemy.

“…”

The undercover criminal didn’t say anything for the longest time, merely staring at the stranger as the tense air  seemed to become even tenser. “I think that you like to play games… dangerous games…”

If Minhee could have gotten away with it, she felt like she would have chocked this woman to death with her own ego. “… I am impressed.”