Ace of Spades

Kim Jongdae Air Witch 2nd Order have we met?

[cvbaekhyun-blog]

— heart (not) on your sleeve;

“jongdae—“, baekhyun says, both of his arms wrapping themselves around jongdae’s shoulders in an embrace, almost as if he’s planning to jump onto his back or something, “my favorite person.” and jongdae is, he’s one of his favorite people around here or else he wouldn’t try to still befriend him – but he still makes sure to coat the words in layers of sweet sugar, just because he loves the way jongdae rolls his eyes at him every single time he does that. “i searched for you everywhere!”

[cvjongdae-blog]

Exhausted, irritated. His mood wasn’t good at all and he really didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. Any normal person would have gone to someone to talk it out or just for some company, but not Jongdae. Despite his baby steps to changing certain aspects of his life, this was one of the things that hadn’t quite changed. He hardly felt comfortable talking about this too. Yet, there was no denying that he was angry and upset over the way things were turning out. 

All he wanted was a bit of help. Anything. He wasn’t asking for a job or a place to live, just someone he could at least acknowledge as family so he could feel like he wasn’t alone in this world anymore. As usual, he was pushed out, abandoned. What was new. Looked like that really was just going to be his life.

At this point he just wanted to go back to his place and honestly brood for a while. He would go out again later for his usual round of games, but right now all he wanted was a stiff drink and well .. something to take his mind off.

His eyes narrow when he hears the familiar voice and the oh so very familiar gesture. Him again. It takes every ounce of his willpower to not react. He’s gonna pretend he didn’t hear anything, or that anyone was even touching him. No, there was no one, it was just him. Just him on his way back to his place, that’s all. Whatever was being said to him literally went in one ear and out the other as he walked up the stairs but he paused as he saw that the door was still slightly ajar.

Of course, in his rush to get to class earlier he had probably forgotten to lock it, but the door was open. It was open. Why was it open?

He knew the answer already. It shouldn’t be any surprise to him. This was Baekhyun after all. It was a name he didn’t want to remember but was practically forced to because he was a persistent presence in his life. He could still remember the utter disappointment he felt when he moved to the carriage house, relieved that the other would finally be out of his hair, only to find out that he was right next door.

He grabs the other by the arm, yanking him so he could look him in the eye/ “What. were. you. doing?”

[cvjongdae-blog]

Playing With Fire

[advbobby-blog1]

 No emotion sits on Jackson’s face. He hasn’t yet figured Jongdae out – the only reason he appears on his radar is because of the foul play he presumably pulled on Jackson. It wasn’t like Jackson was good at card games, he was actually quite the opposite. The fact he was dominated within the realms of a game is what encourages him, he’s a sore loser in simple terms and he wants his money. It’s not like he’s short of it, but Jongdae took his dignity along with those bills and Jackson didn’t like it. Not one bit. “I’m going to get my money back one way or another. Don’t think spending it is going to stop me.” 

[cvjongdae-blog]

‘You’ve no one to live for’

Certainly wasn’t the first time he’s heard that. It stings though, he won’t lie but it would never show in his expression. His smile didn’t falter for even a second. It was the usual sort of vitriol he heard from anyone who had lost to him, sore losers especially. Like this one. He was certain that the only reason he was here now was just because he couldn’t accept that he lost. Well if that was the case ...

“So~” he leans in close, a teasing smirk on his face, “is this your way of asking you want something else?” an eyebrow raises as he lets it sink in for a couple moments before he chuckles, sitting up straight. “’If you don’t have my money then pay with your body!’ Isn’t that how these sorts of things usually go?” He was joking, of course, but he couldn’t help but make the joke no matter how lame it was.

“You agreed to the game, I’m not responsible for your bad decisions.” Honestly, this was probably the most annoying part about what he did. Someone always had a bone to pick and every time he’d just roll his eyes. It’s not his fault if they’re bad at playing cards and it definitely wasn’t his fault if they lost. Not to mention that it wasn’t like he was forcing anyone to play, which always made him shake his head more when they seemed to regret it after they lost. Even he would accept his losses when he had them, as much as they crippled him.

“If it bugs you that much then maybe you should learn to play properly, hm?” He waved his hand to shoo the other away. As far as he was concerned the conversation was done and he had studying to do. He wasn’t here to coddle anyone’s bruised ego.

[beullaegpeol]

[cvjongdae-blog]

One Wrong Move

@cvwonshik

The usual. He forgot the name of whoever’s dorm this was, but there was a party and people were drunk and interested enough to play his game. He was having a good night, smug as he was on a roll and he at least wouldn’t have to worry about expenses for at least three weeks. Just as he was counting the cash he got from the last round he could tell that some were approaching his table for another round.

The corners of his lips curved up into a smile as new challengers sat down, many of them having already heard about the game that was going on. He took a sip from the bottle of beer he had, a little buzzed but still clear headed enough to be fully aware of the situation. As he looked around the table he saw a pretty even amount of new faces and some familiar ones. He was almost certain some of them were from a previous night, back for a second round, but some of these were fresh, wide eyed and giddy in their seats.

There was one though that caught his eye. A new face. Well, not completely new. He knew of them, but not them specifically. He’d seen him around campus enough to know that this wasn’t usually his scene. In fact, he was certain he was completely out of his element. It struck him as suspicious, but who was he to deny someone from playing a round?

“Starting is 10k, money on the table if you’re in, otherwise clear out. I’m not here to chat” He quickly got to work shuffling the cards as usual, looking at each person seated at the table for confirmation if they were in as everyone pooled their bets in. “Draw poker, no wild cards” he dealt out a hand for every person and finally himself. He hums as he looks at the hand he’s got and throws a couple bills onto the pile and as the other players make their calls he looks at the last one.

“Call or fold?”

[cvjongdae-blog]

Talk to me

[cvjiho-blog]

but then he unexpectedly turns back and jiho has zero milliseconds to think before he pulls her into an embrace; one oh-so-familiar that it makes tears well up in jiho’s eyes as she tries to bring herself to push him away, of course, with no success at all. the only thing she’s capable of is preventing her arms from wrapping around his body, and she just leans against his chest, closing her eyes tightly as if that could keep the drops of tears from rolling down her cheeks. as if by closing her eyes, she could just render everything irrelevant and her feelings numb.

but she can’t do that. “why…” the soft cry leaves her lips as she bites down on her bottom lip to suppress a sob that threatens to break out of her.

[cvjongdae-blog]

It’s like he’s lost in his memories again. Even if she’s not holding him back, he remembers this so vividly as if it were yesterday. He gives her a small squeeze has one of his hands gently strokes her hair. He tries to ignore the tears he can feel while fighting back some of his own and he swears to himself that this will be the last time he does this. Not for his sake, no, he had already come to terms with the fact that he’s stuck and there’s no getting out, but her? He didn’t want to keep pulling on her heart strings like this, it was already too late. The time for such affections had passed and he was content to let her go in that sense. But ...

“Just ... be a bit more careful, okay? I don’t need you getting into something that’s over your head,” he whispered as he held her. Having her here was calming, somehow it was reassuring and he could forget any worries he had had moments ago. At least he knew that this was real, she was here, she was fine, he could confirm it for himself that she was and at least for this moment it felt like she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I do love you ...” he muttered, hoping she could hear his soft words from where he had her nestled, “this isn’t me saying that because I want a second chance with you, I just feel like you deserve to know it. There’s no taking back what I did, and I’m sorry for that, but you mean a lot, so I just don’t want anything to happen to you” It was a lot to say, and to be honest he had so much more, but for now this will do. For now, this is what he was comfortable with her knowing.

He loosened his hold a little, just enough so she could step away if she wanted to, but still kept her in his embrace. To think, that just moments ago he was ready to walk out and just be done with it all, but he didn’t. He was here, doing something he never thought he would again, but for once he could say he didn’t feel an ounce of regret over his decision.

[cvjongdae-blog]

Try Again

[cvwheein]

If she could, she would’ve rolled her eyes at herself but that would looked too much like rolling her eyes at the male so she refrained from doing so. She furrows her eyebrows at his words. He thought what? That she would hate him? Despite him? Well… he wasn’t that far from the truth, to be honest, but that wasn’t something she wanted to share with him to make him feel even more bad about it. His confession brought a small smile to her face. Yeah, I thought I’d be fuming too.

“Sure,” she gives him a nod and steps aside, opening the door wider and welcomes him in to her room.

[cvjongdae-blog]

He mumbles a thanks as he comes in, feeling some of the tension disappear from his shoulders. Whatever scenario he had originally conjured up ended up not coming true. It was comforting, to be honest. For once he hadn’t relied on his abilities to give him an idea of how this encounter would turn out, he left it completely to chance and it actually was turning out well. Or at least, far better than he could have dreamed.

Still, he was a bit nervous. He was taking a chance on something that he never had before and he hoped that things would turn out well. It has so far, right? So surely that meant things were looking up. As he settled himself on the couch, his hands instinctively pulled out the deck of cards he always carried. He mindlessly shuffled them in his hands, a conditioned response to whenever he was feeling tense about something. As he realized what he was doing he stopped and put the cards down.

“I know this is probably a weird thing to ask but, I was hoping we could still be friends, even after everything that’s happened ... I kind of miss talking to you, or anyone really and well I guess” he shrugged, looking down at the cards again, his finger hovering over the top one, almost wanting to pick it up and look at it, just for something, anything, any answer.

“It sounds pathetic but, honestly you and Jiho are all I have here right now. I know it’s my own fault but I just- I don’t know, it’s seems like it’s hard to let people in, you know? I know I screwed up, and I probably shouldn’t have done that but I was terrified and I responded the only way I know how but now that time’s passed I ... it’s been a little lonely” He couldn’t even look at Wheein. This was probably the most he’s ever admitted to someone, but at the same time she’s seen his softer side that even he wasn’t sure still existed. If there was anyone he felt comfortable enough to say these things to right now, it would be her.

A part of him felt like it should be Jiho instead. She was the one who was hurt the most, and she deserved to know everything that had happened, but he also didn’t want to accidentally build her up only to bring her back down again. As much as he still cared and as much as she deserved the truth he was still adamant about his decision. There would be no second chance. At least with Wheein ... well, he wasn’t quite sure why, but he felt like she was someone he could be a bit more honest with.

[cvjongdae-blog]

Playing With Fire

@cvjackson

God, could this text be any more boring?

The weather was beautiful, the sun was shining, the temperature was perfect and the birds were singing, but here he was sitting at a table in the courtyard studying. He had to. There was a party tonight at the dorms and he was planning on going so he could see if he could get some extra funds from some fresh faces. So, if he wanted to stay on top of his classes he needed to get his work done now. Technically, he had some wiggle room, this was all for next week, and he was already caught up on this week but he wanted this done and out of the way as soon as possible.

He was a bit distracted though. He took out his wallet and thumbed through the bills he had in there. Funds were a bit tight, to he needed to make sure he came away with something tonight. He hated to admit it, but this was his only source of income. Whatever relatives his parents had never bothered to check on him and see if he needed help (being expelled from his previous school was probably a huge factor in this) and his work load was way too much for him to get a job here. So he says.

With an irritated sigh he shoves his wallet back into his pocket and goes back to writing his notes until he feels another pair of eyes on him. He knows this gaze well. It’s one of irritation and it’s not foreign to him at all. His was of making money never really sat well with a whole lot of people, mostly because they were on the losing end, and he accepted that he was bound to get on someone’s bad side. Plastering on a polite, but fake smile he turns to the source, almost chuckling when he sees who it is.

“If you wanna go another round I’ll be at that dorm party tonight. Why not wait until then?”

[cvjongdae-blog]

Round One

[seulgicv-blog]

She pouted slightly. The benefit to the game being strip poker was the fact that, frankly, Seulgi didn’t mind being naked. Seulgi didn’t mind a lot of things that might have bothered other people, in terms of modesty or morality, and as a result, when she played the hand and promptly lost, she was happy to offer the other a slow spreading smirk.

“You wanna pick which two articles or should I?”

A generous offer, if you asked her.

[cvjongdae-blog]

Adding the two cards he had drawn to his hand only affirmed his suspicions that, yes, this round was definitely going to be his. He almost wanted to laugh watching Seulgi’s expressions, as if it weren’t obvious what was happening on her end. Seeing as how she was throwing in the towel, he laid his hand down on the table. A straight flush. He wanted to gloat a bit, but her hand wasn’t terribly impressive and he didn’t quite want to salt rub in the wound. Or he could. She didn’t look at all upset that she had lost, perhaps because this doesn’t even feel completely like a loss at all?

“Hmm~” he leaned back in his chair, letting it balance on the last two legs as he put his feet up on the table. How generous of her to offer. “Bra and maybe ... bottoms” he replied with a nod. “Keep the shirt on though” he added with a wink. He let his chair back down, sitting properly again as he gathered the cards to shuffle them again but kept his eyes on his partner for the night. He didn’t want to miss a moment, even more so because he wanted to see if she could make taking off a bra look sexy.

Then again, this was Seulgi and he won’t lie when he thinks she could make many things look attractive. Was that not the whole reason why they were even playing this game in the first place? Normally this was one that tested people’s patience, how much humiliation could they endure before they threw in the towel? But this wasn’t about that, not even close. This was just good fun, good, clean fun.

“I almost feel like if one of us is lucky enough to draw a royal flush, just strip naked” he chuckled a little, mostly joking. If he played his cards right, he knew he could probably pull one on her, but then the game would end too fast and where was the fun in that? He contemplated it though.

“Still want to keep the two piece rule?” he asked as he slid her cards across the table to her.

[cvjongdae-blog]

Talk to me

[cvjiho-blog]

what he asks next renders her speechless. what should she reply to that, seriously? what is he expecting from her? of course he can care. he should care, for god’s sake. he should’ve cared enough not to push her away. why is he so late? he doesn’t know the warm and fuzzy feeling his unexpected worry gives her. “you can. to tell you the truth, it makes me happy that you care.” she admits to it, because she can’t lie and she knows that. “i just wish you weren’t so late about that.”

[cvjongdae-blog]

He swallowed, annoyed and yet embarrassed at his desperate need to rely on his abilities. He hated having them, but he hated his curiosity more. That was the floodgate that opened the way for his paranoia. He didn’t want to admit that almost any outing and any interaction called for an answer, a peek into the future to see what was in store. It was supposed to be for playful amusement but as his divinations became more accurate, more clear, it became a necessity.

He had nothing to say though, but it was evident that he was clenching his jaw to hold back any retorts he might have had. He was fully aware of his over dependence and of the other’s lack of such abilities. But more importantly, how could she even joke about that? Hallucinations or no, what was going through her mind that thought ‘oh yes, chasing after ghosts is a good idea’ never mind that there’s a chance they might not have been friendly. If they were real.

Everything stops as those last words leave her mouth.

I just wish you weren’t so late about that

As her words sink in, his eyes lose focus and he remembers. It’s far too vivid of a memory, being late. He could still hear the screech of metal as it came loose, he saw her eyes widen as she reached out for him. His hand reached out for her but he was too late.

His eyes came back into focus as he became aware of who he was speaking to and for a brief second he sees it flash in front of him. It’s Jiho, wide eyed and scared, and that too familiar sting of a metallic scent fills the air as a red halo radiates from her head.

“I’ve never had the best timing”

His voice seems to quiver slightly. He knows this. He’s painfully aware of this. It haunts him, and he was certain it was going to for the rest of his life.

“I know” he drops his voice, closing the distance between them again, but ever still careful to not be too close. “I know, and that’s why I’m here because if anything, anything, happens to you I’ll be too late. It’s not enough to know that you’re okay now. Now doesn’t count for anything when in a split second you could be out of my reach. I don’t- I can’t-” he steps away again, trying to reign himself in.

It’s a fight, trying to remain indifferent, attempting to build his walls again. He doesn’t want to let her in but he's gone too far, said too much. She knows how much he cares and he doesn’t want to get more attached because if he does ...

He turns on his heel, ready to storm out of the cafe. He can’t handle this, but it kicks in again. What if ...? And for the third time he’s in her space again, arms pulling her into his chest. He had always feared embraces like this. He was scared of how it made his heart jump, and how difficult it was to let go once he was there. That he still held on like this was evidence enough of that.

[fyeahbold]

Why are we even talking about this? You’ve already moved on, right?

[cvjongdae-blog]

Talk to me

[cvjiho-blog]

then jongdae also takes a step back, his hands finding their way back into his pockets, a sight that she had seen so many times before. he closed himself off again – and jiho now regrets not letting him open up. stupid, stupid little girl.

“it’s alright. it’s not like i wasn’t accustomed to you touching me,” she says, her words not being a result of thorough thinking which she realizes almost right after she utters them. her cheeks burning hot, she tears her gaze away, forcing her eyes onto the ground below their feet. why does she never think before she speaks?

[cvjongdae-blog]

There’s a smirk for a brief moment, but he quickly wipes it from his face. For those brief moment he sees everything and he remembers how much he loved it. But his hands are gripping at the fabric in his pockets and he reminds himself that she’s not his anymore. You can’t just go around putting your hands on a girl because you used to date her, and more importantly, you definitely shouldn’t if you were the one to break her heart.

He wanted to talk about this gently. Just ask her and hope she’d respond in kind. Of course he expected some sparks, and he was well prepared to be burned if that was the case, but there was a part of him that was getting annoyed. He was worried sick about her, and yet he felt like that moment of weakness was being thrown uselessly back at him.

He knows he was probably too cold, too distant from her. He was already well aware that their relationship was far beyond any repair but dammit, he knew her well enough to know that she could have gotten herself into some serious trouble. That she hadn’t so far was amazing, to be honest, and he hoped it stayed that way.

“Yes” he replied firmly. “Yes, I knew it was going to be trouble both because of the potions and the ldb.” Like as if he could talk. He was familiar with the members and to be honest he knew that whatever had gone wrong then wasn’t their fault. It just wasn’t the sort of crowd he felt like would be good for her, as ridiculous as that sounded. 

“I heard about the hallucinations I just ...” he inhaled sharply, feeling his temperature rising as he realized he might have been losing his composure.

“Am I not allowed to care about you anymore? Even a little?”

[cvjongdae-blog]

Try Again

[cvwheein]

She couldn’t fault him for ending things with her sister. The blonde had been in a fair share of relationships herself and knew that when things just didn’t work out it was better to end it than to drag it on even further. And she truly believed that he genuinely cared about her in the time they were together - and maybe he still did. She takes a deep breath and fights the urge to give him a hug because he looks so lost where he stands and she didn’t like seeing him like that but stops herself because there’s a time and place for everything but now is not that time!

“What are you apologizing for?” she asks instead, bringing up her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, because she genuinely had no idea why he felt the need to apologize to her though she had to admit she really did appreciate it.

[cvjongdae-blog]

Confused? A little. To be honest he didn’t expect things to go so smoothly and so effortlessly. That much seemed evident in the way he almost seemed to stare blankly at Wheein, practically at a loss for words. Honestly he never expected to get this far. He half expected a door slammed in his face or maybe an angry outburst. Both of which he felt like he rightly deserved so he wouldn’t hold it against her if she did. But no, she left the conversation open for him and he honestly couldn’t be more thankful right now.

He still wasn’t quite sure why this was so important to him. Maybe it was because despite himself he’d been feeling a bit lonely. The feeling wasn’t completely foreign, but after all these years of trying to keep up the act it was starting to eat at him. Maybe for once he just wanted to be honest with someone. Truly honest.

He could still remember when he left his old school to come to Baridegi, what he first thought. He wanted to start a new life, make new friends, but instead he kept to his old ways and his old thoughts. He was too scared that history would just repeat itself and he didn’t want that. He was so scared that people would turn on him again and he couldn’t stand to be on his own again. Yet here he was, on his own, because he did it to himself.

“Being an ass?” he shook his head. “I mean, I know it’s been a while since we last talked so I thought ....” he rubbed the back of his neck, shifting from one foot to the other, “honestly, I thought you’d be fuming.” He laughed a bit stiffly and then cleared his throat.

“That’s not all I wanted to say but, mind if I come in?” he asked, giving her a small smile. 

[soft-daes]

You’re a lone flower. A cold, iced-over gaze, starlight hidden in the depths.

[cvjongdae-blog]

Try Again

[cvwheein]

Which was why she was so surprised when she saw who it was standing in front of the door. She hadn’t really expected him to show up to her room like this, and she briefly thought of not answering the door at all, but as always, curiosity got the best of her. She wanted to know what had brought him here, after all this time. So she opens the door wearing an unreadable expression. Her attitude not hostile but definitely not welcoming either.

“Jongdae.”

[cvjongdae-blog]

“Hey”

He has a smile on for a second, but it quickly disappears. It felt like greeting an old friend, but he wasn’t even sure if he could be considered that anymore. Her expression was unreadable and that already told him volumes about where he stood. Still, the whole reason why he was here was to try and fix that, wasn’t it?

“You have time to talk?”

Where to even begin though? Sorry I lead your sister on? Sorry I was a complete ass to her? Sorry I even dated her in the first place? It felt like he had a million things to be sorry for and he didn’t even have a good explanation for any of it. ‘I had to?’ No one was threatening his life or anything, and his actual explanation felt weak. He was paranoid.

Still, as those words settled in his mind, he looked at Wheein again. Yeah, maybe they weren’t the closest friends, but she was probably closer than most. The fact that he could even call her a friend at one point was enough evidence of that. He could count on his hand how many people he even thought of giving that label.

It felt a bit odd too, sitting in class and not speaking a word to each other when they used to have small talks in between lectures. Now it was just silence. True, it’s not like he talked with most of his classmates regularly, but he could still recall the days when he would at least say a passing hello or would comment on her new haircut or something. He had become so accustomed to it without thinking that it just felt weird.

“I uh ... I wanted to say sorry, for everything” He swallowed nervously, stumbled a bit on his words as he blurted out the hasty apology. “I hope it’s not too late to apologize”

[cvjongdae-blog]

Excuse You

[feydabin]

Straightening herself slowly, she wiped the drool off from the corner of her mouth before looking over at him. The whack on the head surprised her but if she was snoring, it was probably warranted. She had always been an obnoxious sleeper, at least that’s what her siblings told her. “Mmmmm..Nah.” Her words laced with sleep and carelessness. “I’m good.” It was a simple reply and she didn’t even have enough decency to open her eyes let alone comply to his request. “I won’t snore anymore okay? I promise. Now goodnight.” 

[cvjongdae-blog]

Ugh, really?

Honestly, he shouldn’t have expected less but a small part of him was hoping she would have gotten up and moved some place else. He really wouldn’t have cared if it weren’t for the fact that she was all over the damn place, and clearly didn’t give a rat’s ass about it.

He could just leave. Why the thought only occurred to him now, he wasn’t sure but at the same time that meant cleaning up all his things and he had a lot out. He looked at the door in the distance, contemplating whether or not it was worth the trouble. There were probably other rooms he could go to, or he could just take out the books he needed and go back to his place, plenty of room there.

Perhaps it’s time to start listening to the Supreme, you think desperately, when the lights suddenly flash incredibly brightly and with a series of pops and hisses and sparks promptly plunge you into deep darkness. In fact, it seems almost too dark - wasn’t the sun up outside the windows just a moment ago? Or at least the moon was out, but suddenly now you find yourself in the kind of darkness that seems almost impossible, the windows nearest you revealing only an inky picture of navy and black. All at once the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as an otherworldly whine echoes around you, goosebumps erupting over your skin. You are dowsed suddenly in a bone chilling cold, teeth chattering and breath visible in the air. What was it the Supreme had said in her warning - that the barriers between this world and the spirit world were weakened now? It seems suddenly, terribly plausible as you hear a crash in the distance, followed by a long, low sound that seems somewhere between a moan and a howl and is most certainly inhuman. You make your way to the nearest door only to find that its locked and, on top of that, no amount of muscle or spell work is getting it open!

Then again, it looked like his decision was made for him.

Panic started to set in as he looked out the windows. Pitch black. It was far too early in the day still for it to be that dark, and he knows he didn’t just mysteriously knock out to wake up in the middle of the night. Even on the night of a new moon, it was never this dark.

“Hey!” he shook the other girl again. Maybe before it was out of annoyance but this time he was a bit more frantic. “Wake up or I’m leaving your ass here” he hissed.

He swore under his breath as he heard a crash in the distance and he let out a shaky breath as he heard the sound. He made another attempt at shaking the other girl to consciousness, “I swear if you don’t wake up and help me out here I’m throwing you to whatever that is”

[cvjongdae-blog]

Round One

[seulgicv-blog]

“Alright, you know the rules.” she pointed out to hurry him along, took a sip of her own as she snagged the bottle, focused for a moment to conjure a pair of glasses, pouring liquid into each. “We should be classy,” she teased when he glanced at her questioningly, a grin easy on her lips. Jongdae had a sort of easy energy to him, a laid back sense of mellow amusement that was almost infectious, even for a girl as tightly wound, as much of a pendulum of emotional turmoil as Seulgi was, and perhaps that contributed to her sense of fond appreciation for the other, only redoubled thanks to the fact he was properly handsome on top of it.

[cvjongdae-blog]

He sighed heavily, head hitting the table as he saw the cards she had. Yep, this one was definitely hers. He raised his glass to her, taking a small sip before he sighed again. “First one to you, Hera” He stood up from his chair and gave her an elegant bow, he made sure to keep eye contact with her as he started pulling the hem of his shirt out from his jeans. He makes sure to take his time, undoes a couple buttons on his shirt, then he’s rolling down his sleeves and ...

Promptly undoes his belt and unzips his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He grins at her, a hint of a chuckle ready to burst from his throat as he steps out of his jeans and throws them on to the table. Just as proof that, yes, he really did just take off his pants. He even did a little twirl to show off his plaid boxers before he sat back down, gathering all the cards and shuffling them.

A lot of people like starting with their shirts, but he likes to throw people off a little. Everyone wants the shirt to come off first, but no, he was going to start with his pants. At least this way when he sits down it wasn’t obvious, and that was the main reason why he did it. Also, he may or may not have found being pants-less incredibly comfortable and may be guilty of walking around like that when he was by himself.

“Next round, let’s double it. You lose, two pieces”

He dealt the cards out and once he got settles back in his seats he took a look at what he had. He scoffed and shook his head. This was actually a good hand, a really good hand. He took two cards out, placing them face down and off to the side and drew two from the deck, but kept them face down as he waited for Seulgi.

“Gonna hold onto that hand or draw?”

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Talk to me

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“it was nice,” is all jiho says, because what else could she tell? to be frank, she really wasn’t fond of admitting to him that she had been one of the silly ones to be involved with the potions, and she knows that it’s none of his business, either. but jiho is a bird that likes to chirp  so not talking about something she desperately wants to is quite the challenge. “how come you didn’t go?”

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Nice. It was nice. Was that really all she had to say about it? He knew she could talk about some of the littlest things for hours, that party couldn’t have just been ‘nice’. He sighed inwardly, tempted to press for more on the issue but at the same time not wanting to overstep his boundaries. He was almost certain that there had to be a sort of unspoken rule here that he was only allowed to do so much, but couldn’t he ignore it just this once?

Instead of replying right away he downed the rest of his coffee, abandoning the cup. Maybe just this once he’ll let himself be a little honest. With both his hands free he tilted her chin up to look at him. “I didn’t go because I had a feeling it was going to be trouble,” he kept his voice low, just enough for her to hear.

Now that he could actually look at her, it brought a small smile to his lips. “You know, I can tell you want to say more about what happened,” the smile quickly faded as his thumb gently rubbed against her cheek. “I was worried about you ...”

What if something really serious had happened? What if she died? That was real possibility, and it was one he didn’t want to think about but did despite himself. For all his bravado of pretending to not care, he actually did, a lot. Far more than he probably should and he hated it but, to be honest, he didn’t always do such a good job of preventing it.

He suddenly became aware of the chatter in the cafe, while it hadn’t necessarily gotten any louder, he had forgotten for a moment where they were. He cleared his throat and took a step back, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have-” he shook his head, this time he wasn’t able to really meet her gaze, “it won’t happen again” he mumbled.