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HE HAD SPOTTED HER the way he always did, like magnets pulling towards one another, two pieces fitting. he wasn’t surprised to see her there — it was what made them CLOSE to begin with; how they seemed to share the same destructive habits, but where he fell apart she r o s e. he had always admired that about her. «getting drunk without me,» he scolded as he sat down next to her. «you’re HURTING my fuckin’ feelings.»
— ❛ WHAT WOULD BE of her if she didn’t have him? it was some sort of strange comfort that comes with intimacy, that feeling that she only shared with him. “ well then, i am guaranteeing you to keep me safe. ” she smiled softly, locks of black hair being tucked behind her ear with a swift motion of her hand. “ but please, when you’re with your heart broken is when you’re at your best, if you get what i mean. ”
❝ HYUNMI PREFERRED THE night over the day, that was obvious. she felt more comfortable when people weren’t staring, when people weren’t wondering -- what was she doing there? nobody needed to know, really. it was better off this way. she was headed to her favorite place, head bent down, hands stuffed deep in her pockets -- no sticky fingers that night -- when a shoulder bumping into her rather small figure made all the air in her lungs escape. “ what the fuck? ” was all she managed to whisper, before turning. “ take your head out of your fucking ass, fucker! ”
❝ SHE SAT UNDISTURBED and unbothered by the bar. many man had tried to approach her, and those she had dismissed with a simple wave of her hand. those type of event had started to b o r e mimi in a way she could not describe other than simply wanting to go home and not go out ever again if that meant not being forced to attend to one of those again. “ another... i have no idea what i am drinking anymore, just bring me some more. ”
THE STREETS had been kind to sangtae in a way he could not explain. he had grown up without much of a home or a family, and somehow he had found it - ‘in low places’ some said, but he had never felt so high before. the streets had been kind because they belonged to him, not because he was a threat, but because he was liked. he had even somehow found himself a warm place in evie’s heart ( she would not admit this ) and his fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he waited for her. he was not much for the stealing himself, but he was a good friend nonetheless and if she needed him, he was there. he barely bat an eye when the girl slid down next to him. «are you buckled up, princess?» sangtae asked casually as his gaze found the rearview mirror, the blue and red flickering lights growing more visible before the boy stepped on the gas pedal, resting one arm against the window, the other hand gripped around the steering wheel. «this is gonna move fast.»
❝ SHE COULD FEEL IT pumping thought her veins, the rush of blood drumming in her ears. she felt alive, she felt like anything could end in that moment -- turning to sangtae, she giggled softly; such a reaction for that time, but she was bubbling with excitement. “ do your worse, babe. ” and before she could even finish her sentence, they were rushing through the streets, everything passing through them like a blur in motion. she never undestand why she craved it so much, this adrenaline. but even with sangtae by her side the possibility of crashing was imminent, and there was nothing better to enhance your sense than a near death experience. she laughed this time, excitedly. “ this is amazing. ”
IF THERE was one thing taeil was sure to respond to, it was a challenge. he had known hyunmi for long enough to know that every inch of the girl was one, a challenge that never seemed to end, a challenge that grew more intricate the second he thought he was closer to the solution. it had hit him long ago though, that the two did not fit because they could solve each other, but because their knots were intricate and tied into one another - and the more they seemed to try to pull themselves apart from the other, the worse the mess. taeil was done trying to fight it - the girl got on his nerves, but she got on other things too. his arms came down from supporting his weight on the wall and his hands snaked their way to her waist, sliding down until they rested on her ass. «you didn’t complain last time,» he murmured darkly against her lips, leaning in before changing direction and letting his lips find her neck instead, tongue circling a certain spot before sucking on her soft, warm skin.
❝ AND THERE HE WAS the complete epitome of her lack of control. every part of destruction that hyunmi craved came in the form of shin taeil, and she couldn’t help but hate him, and sigh under his touch -- always wanting more more and more. “ i did. ” she sighed, unaware of the chatter in the other room, of people being able to see them if they simply turned the corner. “ you just didn’t listen. ” her hands, already under his shirt, slid further, her nails marking its way down to his belt, in which she quickly unbuckled it. “ you never listen. ” she sighed into his ear, teeth grasping the skin of his neck as one of her hands worked on him over the fabric of his boxers. her free hand came to tangle in his hair pulling so she could face him, stare into those eyes, at those lips before smirking “ you should listen to me more. ” and with that, she leaned in, lips crashing against his, teeth tugging at his bottom lip in the process.
SHE HATED that he didn’t take her seriously - not that she actually would, but his laughter annoyed her ( it was actually a beautiful sound, she hated herself for thinking so ) and she resisted the temptation to roll her eyes yet again. «did no one tell you that no means no? were your parents too busy counting their money to teach you basic manners?» she looked up at the taller male, gaze curious. «or are you just so accustomed to getting everything that someone showing some resistance arouses you?»
❝ HE DIDN’T LIKE to be reminded of his parents. mainly because the pair often didn’t care enough to remember they had another son if not taeil, the abrasive boy. every mannerism of his were meticulously calculated in order to try to get their attention, and jaehyun failed every damn time. “ my parents, oh my parents. ” he lowered his gaze with hers, trying to keep his tone light but the bitterness still lingered to his words. “ were to busy fucking other people and batting people off of my brother’s small dick to educate me properly. ” his eyebrows arched slightly “ you could always try, i do like a little rough. ”
TO SAY that she knew the other was an overstatement, but she liked him well enough to come by his café quite often - which she didn’t do with a lot of places, she was usually flighty like that. «true,» somi agreed, «but it can’t buy anything that matters.» she thought about herself and taemin whom had grown up with nothing more than an average amount of money, and yet she considered herself richer than most. rich in experience. rich in happiness, love. somi glanced over at hoseok and mirrored his action, bowing as well with a chuckle. «hi. i’m avoiding someone, what’s your excuse for being lonely at a party?» her voice was curious more so than accusatory.
❝ HIS SMILE was soft, but hid the truth behind. once, hoseok had a dream to live in a place like that -- to life of his music, to write songs, so sing; his hands itched to play the piano sitting in the corner of that living room, the one he was sure jaehyun never in his life touched. “ i mean, that quote of yours is one thing i could definitely use in our christmas cup for next year. ” he grinned, even though he didn’t know her well, he tried to make a comfortable conversation -- his cheeks, though, betrayed him, making him look to the other side. hoseok would die because of his shyness one day. “ it’s not like i know many people, ” he mumbled, laughing softly. “ anyway, you shouldn’t avoid people -- they all seem to like you very well. ”
WAS IT bitterness he detected in her tone? whenever henry replayed the scene in his head, the action that had changed everything ( everything but his feelings ), it had always seemed so unfair that she walked away unscathed. he supposed that was what happened when one fell in love with a hurricane, a tornado. it was even arranged - of course he couldn’t blame misuk for not loving him back, because truly it was what he believed. if she had loved him, why had she so readily hurt him? an even bigger question; why did he let her, still? «he is,» henry promised her and gave her a polite smile. he fell silent after that - words didn’t come as easy as they once had with her.
❝ SHE KNEW THAT hypocrisy was knocking at her doors, that it was selfish of her not wish him happiness when she was the one who destroyed them in the first place. but what was this them that everybody talked about? an arranged marriage at eighteen with a man, just as young, who she wasn’t sure loved her back? when everything she wanted to do was to run wild before their families shackled her down with a engagement ring the price of a apartment complex? “ this is nice to hear. ” his polite manners cut her like a knife. she wanted him to destroy her, to cause the pain she had seen reflected in his eyes -- but he was superior to her in so many aspects, that only showed how she could never demand him to be with her. how unfit of a pair. she bit her bottom lip, stopping it from trembling at the thought, when she heard the shouts for the countdown. “ i believe your girlfriend is expecting her midnight kiss. ” she looked forward, not daring to look at him again. “ it’s a tradition, i know you forget those--” misuk frowned, nodding once and turning to make her way inside again. “ happy new year, in advance. i will get going. ”
CALL IT fate, or maybe just luck, in ryan’s case that was, but sienna always seemed to be around somehow. ever since he was a kid she had been there to accept him when his father didn’t, to see him when his mother couldn’t, to be his friend when the rest of the world turned its back on him. falling in love had not been a quick process, nor had it been slow - loving sienna was simply something he had done for as long as he could remember, as if he was born for it, as if it was the only thing he did right. maybe it was. their fingers intertwined, legs carrying them to the rooftop, ryan was overwhelmed by how right he felt. maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just sienna ( it was probably the combination ), but he didn’t want to let go. «what about the moon? we should just move to the moon, you and i,» he rambled happily as he pushed the door open. «just say the word and i’ll give you the moon.»
❝ WAS SHE DREAMING or was that actually happening? every moment passed beside ryan was like a induced haze, it was magical and it was real -- it was the only thing she was sure of; how deeply she loved him. “ i don’t want the moon, ryan. ” she was serious -- and she was feeling bold, the boldest she has ever felt. alcohol did that to her, then; an interesting reaction that she was sure to maybe regret some decisions later. they stepped on the rooftop, and she glanced up, the cold night making her cheeks go red. sienna didn’t let go of his hand, but simply squeezed it as she glanced at him, and at their feet. bold, but yet, shy. “ all i want is right here. ” whispered words, but the most truthful that she had ever said. “ i want you. ”
❝ THERE WAS A THING that evie loved more than stealing. when she was fourteen, the safety of her belt stopped working -- and it was a moment of free fall before it pulled her back again; even though her neck was sore for weeks, the shot of adrenaline was too good to even think about anything else. seoul was not just another place, just another job -- she had to make that her home, for her memories of the previous one were all scattered and fading each day that passed. she tucked the pink strands of hair inside her hoodie, jumped off of the window, and counted until she heard the siren going off. evie laughed softly, her shoes hitting the pavement as she quickly made her way to the car that was running and waiting for her. “ go. ” she breathed out as quickly as she slid into the passenger seat, glancing over her shoulder and seeing the shadows coming, she punched sangtae’s arm, a smile stretching her lips “ go, the police is coming. ”
❝ SHE WAS NOT used to softness. alice wore a scarf that covered the hickeys on her neck, and a coat long enough that covered the grip marks, bruised, on her skin; she wanted to avoid his eyes at them, he wanted to avoid the displeasure scattered all over his face -- alice wasn’t used to softness, and wasn’t used to care for people’s opinions; but of all people, the one beside her was holden. holden park was many things, just like herself -- an asshole, a filthy man, a man of many girls, her half-brother. he was a new addition to her life, yet, she couldn’t help but smile at him, tucking her hair behind her ear as they walked hand in hand. “ i hope this is a fancy restaurant, i like fancy restaurants. ” she felt like she was ten again, trying to get to know her brother that would only come during summer, and now, she was living with him. “ it suits me. ”
women –– girls like alice are about as rare and sweet as cherry wine; and changsuk had always loathed the way that very alcohol burned against his throat like a death wish. “any place with you in it is a pigsty.” he responds, curt, clipped; when it comes to alice, words are only a catalyst for the mayhem that routinely unfolds, lips on lips and nails on skin. he can still feel traces of her lingering against his flesh; his heart’d pound, if he let it. “find a toy of yours for tonight, that broad over there already asked me to take her home and show her a good time.” ( which meant a back alley someplace, likely, but he ignores that much. ) the idea of personal space is a concept abandoned, changsuk stooping down to her height so their faces are breaths away. “and guess what, babe? she already made her move.” it’s a flat out lie –– but nothing’s more amusing to the older than pushing the girl’s buttons, smug smirk ever present on his features as he gives alice another once-over. “what’s yours?”
❝ HE HAS A WAY of making her blood boil. alice knows of destruction, she knows of complete havoc and how to look good while doing so -- she knows of smiling at other’s despair and how to be hateful. changsuk was the catalysis of it all, he added to her toxicity in levels neither of the people she has been with could match -- her body instinctively responds to his, drawing herself even closer to him, the personal space that already was small, could be considered nonexistent, then. her eyes are glued on his, their lips almost touching. “ why would i need a toy, if i can have anyone in this room. ” it was not a complete truth, many didn’t dare come close to alice, many really didn’t mind -- but for words to set him off, was all that mattered. and in the same way, his words sunk in her flesh, “ did she make her move? ” her words come hissed, between clenched teeth. her hands find the way to a part of his that undeniably belongs to her. she grabs his crotch, her lips touching his ear. “ does she know that this can one cum when it’s inside of me? ”
HER CURVES fit his perfectly as he leaned against her, not caring to soften himself for her, not caring to keep back. it was one of the things he loved and hated with her - the fire burning within her was just as bright as his and fighting her was a war he could not win. «don’t be so fucking stubborn,» his deep voice growled against her ear. «stop acting as if you don’t want my kisses on a certain pair of lips when the clock strikes twelve.» his words reeked of confidence, arrogance, exuding a pride he could not swallow - it was toxic, like everything else about him, after all. if he was right, hyunmi would follow him. if he was wrong, she might end up punching him - and both would make him feel alive if only for a moment. the knowledge of being in a situation where he could not lose made the mayor’s son smirk. «are you gonna keep denying it?» he mumbled quietly as he pulled closer to her, his lips brushing past her cheek as they settled next to her ear. «how long until you grow bored?»
❝ SHE HATED HOW e can easily read her. her body shivers and gives in into his touch, telling him what he needed to know, ignoring her commands to stay love and not give to him what he wanted. it was taeil, he was a brat, he had everything he wanted -- and that included hyunmi, even when she shouldn’t be his. she wanted to push him way, instead, her hands came to rest under his shirt, her nails scratching his sides as she pulled him closer. “ of you? i am always bored of you. ” even the tone of her voice in his ear betrayed her, her lips touching his earlobe, her teeth catching the skin of his soft spot right there. “ unless you make things fun, ” her hands traveled lower as she traced back, nibbling his jaw as she looked into his eyes. it was inevitable, she could try running away from it, but it was like going in circles, she’d always end up with him. whenever, wherever. “ which i doubt you’re capable of. ”
evangeline moon was born in prague because her family was in a business trip there at the time
and by “ business trip ” we mean yes,, they were there to steal something really rare for someone really rich
she was born into the heist society, those that we read about and we just think it’s a legend – but it’s very real and she very secret
she was a prodigy and soon because daddy’s little girl literally kicking her older’s brother out of the scene to steal the show
binch legit was a ghost, at the age of fourteen she already hit museums and private collections and simply to simply raid the place
master of scheming too home girl has a perpetual scheming face bc she always scheming
BUT OKAY when she was sixteen her dad put under her responsibility huge ass job and she only trusted her brother to go with her ( bc she always believed to be better than everyone and well her brother could have the second place )
but then……lil binch deadass cut the ropes and evie basically fell off of a mountain and hit her head and passed out
she woke up with little memory of what happened, a huge cut on her head and like desperate
(until this day she can’t remember many things, her memory is really bad ok)
long story short she spent a year just living w/ the money from everyone’s wallet until she decided to steal from a hotel that served as base of a huge gang
got in and never got out and she was supposed to be dead if she wasn’t so good at what she does
after a year she joined them and after five years she stole their entire money and ran away meaning she has a huge target on her back
personality wise…… she doesn’t trust many people since her literal brother betrayed her so she legit expects the worse from anyone, she is a lil bit less arrogant since she had to abandon everything that she was, but she still thinks she works better alone . she is an escapist through and through hates commitment, is not to be trusted.
loves adrenaline like an adrenaline junkie right here
( *. a smirk was set on rowoon’s lips as he looked down at the girl, hands wandering downwards as he shamelessly grabbed for her bum, squeezing in them ever so slightly. ❝ why tell when i can make you guess for it? where’s the fun in that, babydoll? ❞ he licked his lips before bringing his head down, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth, ❝ why wish whilst i have everything i want right now, standing in front of me? ❞
❝ SHE WAS NOT in a giggly mode anymore -- the alcohol in her system quickly burns away whenever rowoon touches her like that; many other times she had been drunk around him, and those times always led them to something they both enjoyed well. “ well daddy, we can always go to your car... ” she sighed softly when his teeth touched her skin, her hand under his shirt traveling a bit lower. “ or to the bathroom, or to the roof? ” she looked at him, innocently, but a soft smirk that promised more. “ and then maybe i can try an guess there? ”
ONCE UPON a time hyunmi had done nothing but agitate taeil. there had been nothing redeemable about her - after all, she was dirt under his shoes, below him in every way possible ( sometimes physical too ) and yet, now, she intrigued him in ways no one else could. she was toxic, her poison clouding his mind until it was suffocating itself, thoughts of only her, her, her. her anger only pushed him to do his worst - she would be his death and somehow that seemed like the only fair way to go. it was an automatic reaction more than anything else when he violently pushed himself against her, driving her up against the wall. his arms came out to lock her in on both sides, his flat palms resting against the wall as he pushed himself closer to her, looking down at her as if she was the only one in the room - the only one worthy of his time anyway. «maybe,» he concurred, voice low; husky; dangerous, «but it’s not her i wanna fuck in my shitty ass car.»
❝ HE HAD TOTAL CONTROL over her actions, and she hated every once of it. she was expecting this already, expecting to have her body pressed against the wall under his weight, expecting to have her own breath caught in her throat, antecipating what was to come. as a reflex, her fingers hooked on the loops of his pants, pulling him closer. “ i am not fucking you in that car. ” not again. taeil loved his cars, so much that it was a pleasure to her wrecked them every time only to see the dangerous anger in his eyes -- it only told the world something the amount of times she had been naked inside of that. her voice was low, her eyes darting from his own eyes to his lips. “ don’t be fucking ridiculous. ”
