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I really just put him here to develop him so I thank everyone who interacted with him! I’m moving him back to a private blog, any questions please message me but in other words thank you so much for the interactions!
2:25 am
[sms ; ???] well.. i’m awake too so yes that makes the two of us. and probably, but i don’t really sleep. [sms ; ???] i just grew up with combat skills.. i’m not a professional fighter that fights in the rings or teaches people how to fight. [sms ; ???] that’s sweet of you, though. making sure strangers are safe.. but i am. i’m home.
( message sent at: 2:30am
you don’t? I’m probably a hypocrite in saying such but I think you should? I don’t sleep half as much as I should but that’s not by choice. I’m not the boss of you though, you’re free to do as you please and become a panda in your old age.
I should learn, I’ve never fancied the idea of hitting others but I fancy a bodyguard even less.
it’d probably throw me for a loop, since I don’t know you, if you just disappeared. late night up huh?
The look of pure outrage can be felt thorough her entire being as well, might be why it’s one she wears so well. She thinks she does at least, not that anyone else’s opinion on the matter actually will be taken in account, if she thinks it looks good then it does and that’s final. “So what now, I’m supposed to just like sit here, watch ou bake some fucking amazing pies and do nothing to them? What the hell kind of torture, I wasn’t put out in this world for this kind of shit, are you serious, were you always like this? I thought we had something strong going on here, with you wearing an apron and puffing the chest then turning to the oven in a matter of three seconds and all, but details, details, I’m straying, fuck no I’m hungry.” Which means she’s also sulking because she will respect his wishes and won’t so much as try to get even the slightest bit off the pies. A fucking miracle is what this is, because they smell amazing and Haeri’s pursing her mouth as she keeps her eyes on the set, hands rising to cup her cheeks while she sighs defeated, the whine isn’t far behind as well.
he’s good at this he finds, her outbursts. if one knew them separately they would say it was utterly impossible for the two to be acquaintances. but one or two more than coincidental visits of the same bakery and one declaration of an over priced bun can bring great friendships. it must be something special too because very few people know of his near addiction to baking and desserts. hyungwon’s not much of a secretive person given as most of his life can be broadcast on the right forum or the right channel due to his carelessness. it’s how he carries himself that leads people to believe he prefers certain aspects of his life to remain secret, and he does. so he smiles, at how her own words take up the entire room and even swallow the scent of the pies. almost. it’s too delectable to truly fade and if he couldn’t smell them panic would ensue. “I suppose a taste test wouldn’t be too bad?” he’s hinting at such while holding out a bluerberry pie, one he’s not too confident of. “the thing with blueberry is it’s kind of hard to switch between the tangy and the sweet? I can never get it right. I’m making buns after this though, those you can definitely have some of.”
outgoing ↦ bunny rabbit huh? would have never pinned you for the type.
there’s a bit of conspiring grin that he shares to dazy, and the mouthing of the words down to his dog, as if he can understand what andrei’s saying. which is something his sister constantly tells him to stop doing, get a girlfriend and stop talking to your dog like it’s your best friend. but he is though, dazy is the best of friends he could have asked for. still he’s mouthing it one more time, while heating the water and before looking for the box of tea sets his mother forcibly put in his head the last time he visited, decides to type back.
outgoing ↦ that’s not nice at all, who would wake you up purposefully to just ruin your day?
granted andrei doesn’t think his messages were that bad. just sent at the bad moment.
outgoing ↦ isn’t that strictly forbidden? to not get any sleep that is. it should be. ↦ i think if i tell you then it might not work, so i’ll keep it a secret and just do my best. ↦ you just let me know when you get that smile back. or start feeling better. ↦ let me guess, you woke–well stayed up like a true grump? ↦ probably with that little invisible line on your forehead that you had when i was bothering you that night.
he doesn’t actually mean to bring that in the line. but–he can’t help it, it’s slipped and gone and andrei won’t linger on it. he quickly puts his phone back on the counter and then goes to look for said teabags.
[ incoming: andrei ] 6:20am
a white one preferably with black spots? a dalmatian rabbit? though I’m ore of a cat.
he feels the crease is his forehead becoming apparent. and all he can do is sigh as his fingers instead course through the kitten’s fur. small coos leave his lips and his nose takes to nuzzling the mall nose before him. it’s calming to say the least. it’s amazing, even through messages and the distance separating their expressions he can still imagine which sort of one sit’s on the male’s face. it’s almost exhausting, the urge to not fix his words.
wipe that smile off your face by the way.
he doesn’t want an analysis of how he knows, how he can tell. emotions and certain responses through text shouldn’t be so obvious but with andrei he knows. andrei is almost always smiling anyway so he tries not to think much of it. somehow he hears about how much he doesn’t, someone might even say this is good for him but he’s still scowling and it’s honestly a bit too early to be.
if it’s strictly forbidden not to get sleep, no work would be done. but i also suppose i’d be doing a life sentence.
but if you must know we had a sudden shareholders meeting scheduled. nothing I can do but agree with it.
I do admit to staying up late however, I was working on some sketches.
but a grump? me? you’ve got the wrong chae.
what he doesn’t really need, besides the small vocabulary that andrei has that has a way of twisting his lips in the most horrendous of ways, is the reminder of the night. he’s not holding any real anger from the night, no real regrets or anything. but the reminder itself well he can’t say that so called invisible line is making another appearance. he doesn’t really allow people to get under his skin so once the cup is put in the sink and he’s taken to settling any reservations he had about waking up early, he decides to be a little less hostile.
you know they say to cut out anything that gives you wrinkles.
but just so you know, you didn’t exactly cause the crease in my forehead. and if you think you did focus on this smile you think will come.
2:11 AM.
[sms ; ???] i don’t believe in that kind of stuff. i’m agnostic. and i guess, but.. i don’t know. i don’t really care about the order of numbers, i just put it in and boom.. [sms ; ???] eh.. i’m not a serial killer or a pervert either but i could probably beat you up.. [sms ; ???] no.. i’m not that dumb. even if i was drunk, i’d be with someone so they can make sure i don’t do anything stupid.. most of the time.
( message sent at: 2:17am
and boom you get someone who happened to be awake. which isn’t it quite late for you as well?
are you a fighter then? I mean I don’t doubt you probably could but I’ve had enough people tell me they want to. I don’t think I warrant getting beat up though. So what is it? underground fighter? boxing coach? or you just like hitting people?
i’m just making sure you’re safe, and have common sense. not that you seem like you lack it but still. )
｢ 메시지 ↪ CHACHACHA! ｣ but he needs them for himself!! ｢ 메시지 ↪ CHACHACHA! ｣ well if they’re pretty, what’re you getting so scared for? ｢ 메시지 ↪ CHACHACHA! ｣ HE KEEPS THEM IN HIS SOCKETS!!! ｢ 메시지 ↪ CHACHACHA! ｣ what you need to do is call the hospital for your boss’ eyes, he needs to keep them to himself
[ incoming: ella enchanted ]
I mean does he need them? does he not want them anymore? is that why he keeps giving them to me? what do I go? give it back? give him my eye?
well because----- he’s giving them to me I didn’t expect him to give them to me even if they’re pretty.
oh wait--- this isn’t my boss wth i’m tired this is the visitor, maybe he gives people in his company the eye often??? is that a thing? seems kind of inappropriate.
1:21 am.
[sms ; ???] it was just by coincidence.. all numbers are rather weird in any combination, if you think about it. you know? even the repeating numbers. there’s no pattern. [sms ; ???] no, i don’t do this everyday. i just wanted to do it once to see if i could actually get through to somebody…guess i did. [sms ; ???] also, no. i’m not drunk. and no i do not need help. what would i need it for?
( message sent at: 1:50am
i mean if you get a number full of sixes I suppose that would be rather weird? if you believe in that kinda stuff? did you know there are some numbers put together specifically so they’re harder to remember?
you got me, not sure if it’s a pleasure of a disappointment. but i’m not a serial killer or a pervert so it’s probably not as exciting.
well see, I thought you were drunk seeing as randomly dialing number would be something a drunk person happens to do. luckily you’re not and I don’t need to make a trip out to make sure some boy or girl didn’t end up lost around seoul. )
andrei’s instant reaction is to laugh. something he’s sure would bring forth more of a frowning reaction than positive if he had the man in front of him. well, then he does check the phone and scroll to see what time it is right now and grimaces a little. he wouldn’t take it kindly either if he was bothered at this time of the–day, morning? still the smile won’t quite fade and he’s quickly responding back.
outgoing ↦ it was just a way of talking. but i am sorry if i bothered you, ↦ i forgot about the timezone, my bad. ↦ heard if you start the day without a proper mood it might make the next hours as shitty as ever though. ↦ since i am bit responsible for this one, i am going to try to lift it up.
which really, how is he going to do that? only god knows, but it’s not a challenge that he’s ever walked away from and if there’s one thing that’s for sure. it’s that this feels like a challenge, a constant one at that. and he’s walking out of his bedroom, towards the kitchen with Dazy, the brown fluff that he had to sadly leave alone a lot more han he wished to these days. but another thought occurs to him, given the time he probably woke him up so he’s stopping short from reaching into one of the cupboards to quickly add.
outgoing ↦ unless you plan on falling back asleep.
[ incoming: andrei ] time: 6:10am
it didn’t bother me so much as make me feel like a bunny rabbit.
he’d think of another word to describe what the term really did but he preferred to be a little less eloquent so early. the simple addition of the word rabbit after bunny is so that the male on the receiving end doesn’t get as much of a laugh from his choice of words as he could. though at this point hyungwon knows anything might as well be amusing. he does feel slightly responsible for his own mood and after a sip of tea he’s more inclined to respond.
it’s alright, i’ve had worse messages earlier in the morning. and I was up so you didn’t make the mistake of waking me.
it’s terribly unfortunate, how after repeating this early routine, or this defective routine of sleeping late, staying up late or even waking up early he can’t manage to mold his body into comfort with it. his mood still sours any time before eight in the morning and he finds himself disheveled as ever. he almost feels naked if it weren’t for the technology.
you’re not responsible for dragging me to a early meeting but you have my attention, how would you lift my mood?
usually tea does the trick, and a little cuddling with his kitten, but his interest has peaked. the male seems to do it more often nowadays.
( * @chaewn, you’re up !
–– * ☽ ; “YOU SOUND LIKE you’ve got a lot goin’ for ‘ya– so why are you here again?”
was that meant to be condescending? one would think with how many times he’s come face to face with the attitude he could spot it off the bat. it doesn’t usually phase him in fact he’s so used to spending too much energy that now he’s all but fed up. times like this always make things a little harder. the walls are ringing and his head is mapping a path to block everything out.
he didn’t fancy explaining himself but he couldn’t well go without answering her question. it’s not secret that the female is his superior in terms of their industry, social status she still holds more over him so the smile that makes itself present well it can’t hint to any discouragement. he had no plans of running into anyone, especially not someone who would readily mock his rise in the industry, if that was her intention.
“I didn’t plan on being here,” he didn’t frequent clubs. he saw nothing wrong with them so if a search of his morals was her task she would fail. he didn’t very well going around questioning her appearance here. “but a model ended up missing her shoot today, they sent me to get her and well,” a sigh soon passes and even in the chaos of music, chatter and bodies alike he’s sure it’s apparent enough. “someone said they saw her here.”
“you wouldn’t happen to know who, would you noona?”
outgoing ↦ it was nice out today. outgoing ↦ how is the weather like, wherever you are right now? still cooped in seoul?
[ incoming: andrei ]time: 5:30am
I’d prefer if you didn’t use the term cooped up.
or message me at godly hours in the morning.
but since you asked it was a little chilly yesterday, the weather’s looking decent today but I wouldn’t know yet since it’s five in the morning.
he’s not entirely sure why he’s so snappy, even in his messages. hyungwon has made sure to remain as stoic and professional as necessary when dealing with anyone who knows him by business. he’s probably despite himself trying to keep the situation a business as possible. the few minutes it takes to respond to the message however, show a certain break in such.
he sighs, fingers folding over the phone and into his lap. five thirty am and he hasn’t gone to sleep yet. he’ll be leaving soon for work and how he’s going to make it through a shareholders meeting with a certain someone pinging his phone is unknown to him. he wants to find a blessing in this acquaintance but there’s a knot in his forehead and a bigger lump in his throat that makes him glad it’s separated by land.
( @jamginsoo )
she does this. she does this a lot. it’s one of the reasons his parents asked him to watch her during her studies. the boy, minsoo, well hyungwon knows he does his best when it comes to delivering reports on her progress but hyungwon knows his sister has her habits. one of thme being she likes to stall, she likes to deflect and she likes to distract. she’s very good at it, half of it she took from him, half she used on him. when it came to familial duties and the daily classes and check-ups she always had him at her disposal. being so close in age and in birthdays they learned to gravitate towards each other and she learned to use her brother as a scapegoat. it’d be cute if she wasn’t so good at it.
when he’s asked to attend a session he thinks nothing of it. he’s been curious he’ll admit, to see the boy his sister is practically always with. why not suggest a tutor from school? simply put he’d prefer this guy to the jarheads prancing about the campus looking to fill their pockets or their pants.
the only problem is, just as his sister deflects hyungwon distracts. he goes off on tangents and she knows what she’s doing she baits him well because the answer catches his attention, moving it from the words on his phone screen to the male. “that’s wrong.” he doesn’t mean for it to come out so, condescending. so he clears his throat and adjusts his position in the chair.
“leather doesn’t go with everything. though it doesn’t stain easily you’re right about that.” he can’t help himself and she knows exactly what she’s started. “i mean that’s like saying suede goes with everything just because of the quality of the aesthetic of the look. you can overdo leather, denim goes with everything but should it be put with everything or on everything? turn everything to leather with a midas touch and you depreciate the value.”
( @cindr )
( message sent to: ella enchanted / 9:45am
the......both? wait the left? it was the right earlier now it’s the left.
he has pretty eyes too i think he should stop that. i’m practically shaking in my boots right now.
if i don’t accept his eye what’s going to happen to me?
on another note...what kind of morbid movie were you watching when I sent this message. call the hospital I think my boss is about to murder me.
( @hyejvng )
( message sent at: 10:40 pm
well you see, here’s the problem with that. this is a private number. that’s not usually given to anyone. and the numbers are rather weird so? it seems a little odd that you’d hit them that accurately?
I mean unless you do that daily which I’m sorry to tell you is pretty dangerous? not that I’m dangerous but what if someone tracks your phone number?
you’re not drunk are you? you’re not texting drunk but do you need help? )
It’s not self depreciation that she often feels. When compliments come her way, she won’t shy, she won’t look down as if she doesn’t deserve it. Simply because she thinks that’s impolite, kind of rude to the person who’s taking their time to tell her how lovely a piece of her is. It’s just that often times, it’s directed to what she’s doing rather than who she is. What she’s doing which pertains more to baking, cakes, anything that she works on in the kitchen or during a particular lesson. She has the hands for it, funny how this is all self-made talent instead of inborn like most of them seem to think it is. There’s nothing that’s quite born out of thin air, Joyeon would tell anyone from experience alone.
The point is, he’s made her accept it a bit more. That sometimes she might mistake someone’s words for her as something meant for what she’s done. It’s a truth that’s she lived a few days ago. Who knew someone could confess to ou by using your one weakness? The assumption that any compliments is directed at her baking. It makes her cheeks warm under her hands. Most likely because there was talk of taking a bite then too, but more or so implied that the cake was not what they had in mind.
Crude as it’d been said, it made her flare up the same way the memory is doing at the moment and she’s clearing her throat before turning around, mood suddenly low. It wasn’t a compliment that she actually appreciated, not even one bit. It’s a sentiment she doesn’t want to let him on though, so she makes sure to turn around right before sliding the curtains shut, head only, poking out as she wishes the expression on her face isn’t as tight as her throat feels, “Let me get this off so I can put on my boxing gloves, since I’m so aggressive, I might as well live up to it, right?”
there’s something about the industry that’s made him a bit quick to things. both industries, his parents’ trade as well as his own. it manifested slowly. from when someone first used sarcasm with him to when he was called a toy in less words and softer smiles, bitten tongues and harsh undertones. hyungwon has had to learn about the implications of his status through the lies everyone lives and throws to his face. he’s had to be attentive before he turns into the naive one of the family and he can’t. both industries would eat him up and spit him out for the quota. those who succumb to the pressure,s those who never make it, textbook storybook boys who they make movies about to reveal the cruelty of his world. not him.
he learned quickly, he caught quickly and he catches her. he catches her when she pulls away and catches himself recoiling into his words and into what causes it. never does he do that which is what causes the surprise. sure he’s had his fair share of unpleasant phrases to dish to others but joy? joy was never meant to be on the receiving end. sure they bicker and exchange banter but to cause her to recoil in such a way? never an intent. he’s almost quick to move back, quick to ask but he sees her burying everything under the smile.
“how cruel, usually you smack me the moment I say something out of line.” he prefers it that way. he’s used to quick retaliation, quick punishments. quick slaps to his hand. instant conditioning. “hit me if you must, just not with the gloves, for that expression I think I deserve a direct hit.” here’s the thing, he could prod, he was good at that. he could fish, he was better at that but hyungwon decided to sit and fish ever so lightly. because with joy he didn’t want to tug and lose the string. he couldn’t afford that.
it was only after the male’s long rambling that she noticed how strangely talkative he could be, the total opposite of the side he’s been showing her for the past hour, the as dead as a doornail side. true that the boy’s luck sucked on this one, but was that poor tiny little minuscule - okay, quite obvious spot her shoes left worth of such fuss ? clothes meant little to her, so her answer to the question was pretty clear. “stop the drama, you aren’t going to lose anything.” with a loud sigh, the female threw her feet down on the floor, sitting back at the same time to get a closer look at the source of his panick. “…you do realise that this is nothing right ?” she perfectly knew the other had his reasons for acting that way but in such situation, restraining herself from chuckling was impossible. if only he knew that she could steal a dozen of those pants if he wanted. “remove your jeans, I’ll clean them.”
it was nothing, the good thing about his dramatics was that he knew they were such and sometimes when others confirmed such it made it all the more fun. normally he wouldn’t easily slip into such a manic state but it was hard not to give way to some mania with how his job drove him recently. literally without remorse he trudged through those doors and kept back any outbursts nor did he loosen any aspects of his personality. this is not to say hyungwon is normally like this, even the performance he just pulled required some effort, but he’s a little loose, looser than usual. not loose enough to take her words lightly. not even loose enough to listen to them. “not a date? not a heads up? there’s not circumstance on this planet that would allow me to take off my pants before you and sit in my boxers. none. nice try.” it wasn’t self-consciousness, he was rather reserved with his body when he chose and open when he didn’t. he simply didn’t like being told to remove them even though the order is a product of his own fuss. silly right? well it is his silly time, might as well hold it for long. “these aren’t coming off. what would you do? remove them while I sit here?”
There’s something to be said about Daire and dramatization, people often times took it too seriously. She can’t help the crack of a smile at the way he seems to want to comfort her. Well, she does let it slide and break the facade of her scowl. At least something to ease away the prickling need to pull the girl back by her hair and show her just who she’d gotten in a mess with. She won’t. She’s promised to keep up the good act at least where there are eyes watching, public eyes. “You’re sweet, I wasn’t worried about that particularly, just that she seemed to think I can’t do anything about her saying it and she was right.” For now. Either way, she won’t let that spoil her mood, that’s out of the question. She has a job to finish too on top of it, so there’s a moue as she almost ruffles the hairstyle she’s sure she would have gotten scolded for ruining before her hand stopped midway. “Anyway, I am sorry, we need to keep going right? Let’s not make you lose your time too or the photographer, we have more dresses that suit me so much people have to talk about it to try on right?” Her hand beckons with wiggling fingers as she starts to walk out the door, right then her grin turns mischievous as she tilts her head, “Here’s something you can do, hold my hand so she can get jealous over that at least.”
“A lot of them are like that,” he begins once he stands up. Just as she lets a smile crack through her visage, he lets a scowl and a sigh slip through his. he accompanies it with a roll of his shoulders and a much-needed stretch. “seem to think they can say what the want because people kiss what they walk on, me personally i’d rather kiss the shoes so I’m not any different?” they’ve barely begun, the shoot that is. they’ve barely gotten to the main pieces they need to evaluate and someone already thought it wise to cause a scene. the last thing either of them needed was meaningless foolishness. a scandal was never too far from Daire’s tail but after time spent around her he learns it’s not of her own doing, purposely anyway. he couldn’t imagine, living with such freedom in recklessness but he admired it. “let’s see how much she has to say when the director tears her walk apart later on.” it would happen. despite the overload of words, and the unnecessary talk, skill always prevailed. he looked forward to it. it’s why he can take her hand with nothing more than a nod and a lead out the room. It probably wouldn’t bring the right kind of jealousy but maybe a few whispers, maybe an outburst of favorites. he shouldn’t, and for a second he wonders if these are the thresholds daire often stands on before she does something.
it feels good.
so he leads her out without another thought, without so much as another worry. “just for you, I’ll let you pick the next one to model before she leaps for it?” just as he makes the promise he knows he has to act because entering the chaos that is the aftermath of an almost-scandal, he has to be quick. they have to be quick because eyes will definitely go to their hands first. it’s almost so funny he wants to laugh.
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