[eunwviie]

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[pomspurin]

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[eunwviie]

⤷ ⋆｡˚ closed starter for @tenderlove: ˚｡⋆ 𖹭 sakura + hyunwoo.

It had become something of a routine now. Every morning, before tying on her apron at her brother's café, sakura would find herself stealing a glance through the front window toward the flower shop next door. Sometimes she would catch him, hyunwoo the florist next door, carrying buckets of fresh flowers inside, other times carefully arranging bouquets in the display window or, on the more amusing mornings, speaking to the plants as if they were old friends who had simply stopped by for a chat. She had long since stopped finding it strange; if anything, those little moments had quietly become something she looked forward to. On the mornings when she didn't catch him doing something wonderfully odd, the café somehow felt a little less lively. The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee still clung to sakura's apron as she stepped out of the café, balancing two paper cups in one hand while carrying a small cardboard box in the other. Her older brother had insisted she return it to the flower shop next door after it had been left behind, teasing her that she was slowly becoming the unofficial messenger between the two stores, not that she minded of course. The little bell above the flower shop door chimed softly as she stepped inside, the warm scent of roses, eucalyptus, and freshly watered lilies surrounding her. Her gaze naturally wandered through the shop, searching among the colorful blooms until it landed on the familiar figure crouched beside a shelf of potted plants. A small smile immediately found its way onto her lips. " good morning," she greeted brightly, her voice carrying the same warmth she brought into the café every day. " are you taking care of your little friends again?" She approached quietly, watching him for a moment with amused curiosity before bending down to a tiny succulent nearby. After seeing him do it countless times, she lowered her voice and leaned closer to the plant, trying to imitate his serious tone. " you're doing very well today," she whispered encouragingly. " keep growing, okay? I believe in you." A soft giggle escaped her as she glanced back at him, unable to hide the amusement sparkling in her eyes. She had no idea when she had started finding his strange little habits so endearing, but somehow, they had become one of the highlights of her mornings. " oh, right," she remembered, lifting the cardboard box slightly. " your shop left this at ours again." Then she held out one of the iced coffees toward him, her smile growing a little wider. " and my brother accidentally made an extra iced latte this morning." She tilted her head playfully, her fingers still wrapped around the cup as she offered it to him. " i thought it would be a shame to let it go to waste." Her eyes briefly wandered around the flower shop before returning to him, the familiar warmth in her expression lingering. " besides... I figured someone here might need the energy. taking care of this many plants looks like hard work."

[eunwviie]

⤷ ⋆｡˚ closed starter for @tenderlove :˚｡⋆ 𖹭 hajun + violet

( @tenderlove )

The world had always known hajun as a man who never stopped moving. As the ceo of one of the country’s largest tech companies, his days were consumed by meetings, negotiations, and decisions that left little room for anything else. People saw his silence as arrogance and his composure as coldness, never knowing that beneath it was simply exhaustion. Years of chasing success had left him with everything he could ask for, except the one thing he quietly lacked; someone to come home to. So he buried himself in work, returning each night to a penthouse that felt far too large and empty. That was until violet became part of his routine. Hiring a private chef had started as a simple solution to his impossible standards and his picky eating habits, but somehow, she became the only person who could make his evenings feel less lonely. Her cooking was warm and familiar, a small comfort he found himself looking forward to more than he wanted to admit. Beyond the meals, it was her presence; the quiet way she moved through his home, the faint scent of food lingering in the kitchen, the reminder that someone had been there, and that slowly made the space feel less like a place he simply slept in. They never spoke much, only exchanging brief greetings and quiet thanks, but there was an unspoken understanding between them. Two people who were used to being alone, finding comfort in the silence they shared. That familiar routine changed when a storm swept across the city, forcing hajun to finish his work from home. Expecting the penthouse to be empty, he was caught off guard by the soft clink of porcelain coming from the kitchen. Following the sound, he found the woman still there beneath the warm lights, her calm presence standing in contrast to the thunder and rain crashing against the windows. For a moment, he simply watched her, surprised by the unfamiliar feeling of seeing someone else in his home. “...you’re still here?” he asked quietly, his gaze shifting from her to the storm outside. “i thought you had already gone home.” After a brief pause, he glanced back at the rain pouring down. “ it’s getting worse. The news is telling everyone to stay indoors.” His expression softened slightly before he added, almost hesitantly, “ why don’t you stay here tonight?” Realizing how sudden it sounded, he cleared his throat and quickly explained, “ there probably won’t be any taxis or buses available right now. I’ll be working in my office anyway, so you can use one of the guest rooms until the storm passes.”

[eunwviie]

she had been fully prepared to laugh the whole thing off. She'd held the tiny pink cat plaster out for what felt like forever, already expecting him to ignore it until she awkwardly withdrew her hand and pretend she'd only been joking. Her fingers had just begun to retreat when his hand reached out instead. She froze once again —she'd honestly lost count by now — he managed to surprise her. Her gaze followed the quiet movement of his hand as he accepted the plaster without protest before carefully pressing it over the scrape across his nose. For a heartbeat, she simply stared. It looked almost absurd against the bruises and split lip, yet somehow... it suited him. It softened all the sharp edges everyone insisted he had. truly, the longer she spent around him, the harder it became to believe the stories people told about him. For someone who was supposedly terrifying, he had a strange habit of quietly indulging every ridiculous thing she asked of him.

Her eyes widened, eyebrows lifting so quickly they nearly disappeared beneath her fringe once he spoke. "... you talked!" she blurted, pointing at him as though she'd just witnessed a miracle before a bright laugh escaped her. " well... obviously you talk," she corrected herself with a grin, waving both hands dismissively. " i just thought you were committed to the whole mysterious, silent thing." Her smile lingered as her gaze drifted down to the fresh bandage wrapped neatly around his hand. "... still, you really should take better care of yourself. You can't keep patching yourself up like this every time." His next words, however, softened her expression. You could've gotten hurt a lot worse. "... that's true," she admitted after a thoughtful hum. " i've tracked down athletes who've disappeared before, but... " Her eyes wandered towards the street lamps outside the glass door. "... never one hiding in an underground fight club." A small laugh slipped from her lips. " i think I'm just... a little too ambitious." She shrugged lightly before looking back at him. "honestly, I wasn't even thinking about how dangerous it was." Her voice grew quieter, her smile gentler than before. " i was just really focused on finally finding you." The words lingered between them, unguarded and sincere, her eyes resting on him for a moment longer than they had all evening before she finally looked away.

As though suddenly remembering something, she reached into her satchel and triumphantly pulled out a small can of pepper spray, followed by a compact black taser. She lined them up proudly on the table between them like treasured collectibles. " see?" she declared, looking oddly pleased with herself. " i actually came prepared." She tapped the pepper spray. " this one was for if someone got too close." Then she pointed at the taser with complete confidence. " and this one? I was just going to zap them." She looked so earnestly convinced of her own plan that it was almost impossible not to believe she'd genuinely intended to take on an entire underground fight club with two pocket-sized self-defence tools. A quiet chuckle escaped her before she tucked them neatly back into her bag. " thankfully I didn't need either of them." Her eyes found his once more, warm with quiet relief. "... instead, I met you."

Before she could continue, steaming bowls began arriving one after another until the small table was nearly overflowing. Eunha blinked, watching the feast spread out in front of them before slowly looking from the mountain of food to him. "... is ... all of this for you?" she asked, genuinely astonished, then another thought suddenly struck her. Her brows knitted together as she looked back at him more carefully. "wait..." she said slowly. "did you ... not eat today either?" Concern quietly replaced the amusement in her eyes. Looking at the bruises covering him, then at the amount of food, she couldn't help but imagine him going through an entire fight on an empty stomach. "... you have to eat properly," she said with surprising seriousness, gently nudging one of the dishes a little closer to him. " how else are you supposed to keep winning if you don't feed yourself first?"

[lovesdraft]

time    seemed    to    warp    around    seo    eunha.    not    in    the    physical    sense,    but    just    as    tangible,    somehow.    korain    stared    at    her    as    the    world    slipped    in    around    them:    her    surprise    at    the    sound    of    his    voice    faded    right    into    the    soft    clink    of    dishes    hitting    the    table,    one    after    the    other    after    the    other,    his    card    and    a    receipt    subtly    tucked    out    of    sight    beneath    the    bowl    closest    to    him.    eunha    kept    up    her    string    of    commentary,    jumping    between    topics    with    the    grace    of    a    prepubescent    gymnast.    whether    she    actually    expected    him    to    respond    to    her    questions    or    not,    she    always    asked;    her    eyes    always    came    back    to    him,    her    words    aimed    as    if    leaving    the    door    open    for    his    response,    whether    he    gave    one    or    not.

he    didn't.    he    didn't    know    how.

the    moment    had    passed    but    he    still    saw    the    imprint    of    her    self-defense    tools    behind    his    eyes.    he    stared    at    the    bag    she'd    tucked    them    into    and    thought    about    what    they    could've    realistically    have    done    against    the    people    that    lurked    in    that    area.    could've    given    her    a    headstart    on    a    decent    escape,    sure.    would've    pissed    someone    off,    definitely.    the    reward    she'd    been    seeking    was    incomparable    to    the    danger    she'd    put    herself    in    ⎯    and    she    hadn't    even    thought    about    it.    even    now,    with    it    pointed    out    to    her,    she    didn't    seem    to    care.

i    was    just    focused    on    finally    finding    you.     instead,    i    met    you.

and    she    had    the    nerve    to    worry    about    his    diet.    he    blinked    in    response    to    that.    as    if    he'd    ever    risk    going    into    a    fight    without    a    full    eight    hours    and    a    proper    meal.

“...eat,”    he    instructed    dully,    slipping    his    card    from    beneath    the    bowl    and    back    into    his    wallet.    “we    can    leave    when    you're    full.    how    did    you    get    to    the    warehouse?    did    you    drive    or    take    a    taxi?”    then,    with    horror,    a    third    option    clicked    in    his    mind.    “did    you    walk?”

[eunwviie]

her attention drifting from the mountain of dishes back to the man across the table. "... eat." It wasn't exactly a warm invitation, but somehow the corners of her lips still curled upward. There was something oddly endearing about how matter-of-fact he sounded. "yes, sir," she replied with an exaggeratedly obedient nod, as though she'd just been given an important mission. She picked up her chopsticks, lifted a bundle of steaming noodles, and blew on them carefully before taking her first bite. The rich, spicy broth bloomed across her tongue, warming her from the inside out, and her shoulders immediately relaxed. Her eyes fluttered shut for the briefest moment, savouring her food. " this is so good." Without thinking, she reached for one of the dumplings he'd ordered, took a curious bite, and immediately lit up. " oh! this one's good too!" A second later, another dumpling found its way onto his plate. " you should eat too," she said matter-of-factly, as though he needed the reminder far more than she did, before happily returning to her noodles.

Only after swallowing did she remember he'd actually asked her something. " oh!" She pointed at him lightly with her chopsticks. " i did walk." A beat passed before she corrected herself with a sheepish laugh. "well... not all the way." She waved a hand dismissively. " i took a taxi first, but the driver dropped me off really far away because apparently that warehouse doesn't even exist properly on GPS." Her brows knitted together at the memory. " he kept staring at the map and asking, 'Miss... are you sure this is the place?' and I was just like..." She shrugged innocently. "'I hope so?'" Taking another bite, she continued as though recounting the most ordinary afternoon. " after that I just... wandered around for ages. Every warehouse looked exactly the same, every alley looked exactly the same. i think I accidentally walked in circles twice." She frowned thoughtfully before taking another sip of broth. " then I heard people shouting, so I figured... that was probably the right direction." A satisfied nod followed. "Turns out it was."

She smiled brightly over the rim of her bowl. " so I guess getting lost wasn't all bad after all." Another dumpling landed neatly on his plate before she finally took one for herself. " besides, if the taxi kept driving around for any longer, I probably would've missed you coming out." The smile lingered as her gaze settled on him again, thoughtful this time. "actually..." she began, tilting her head ever so slightly. " how did you even find a place like that?" Her chopsticks paused halfway to her bowl. It wasn't only the warehouse she was curious about. It was everything surrounding it. Hidden underground, tucked away from the rest of the city, it wasn't the sort of place people stumbled across by accident. Someone had to either know about it or had to bring you there, or something had to drive you to look for it. She couldn't help but wonder which it had been for him... and what kind of life led a renowned athlete from roaring stadiums to abandoned warehouses.

"... was it difficult to get into?" she asked softly, absentmindedly stirring her noodles. " or did someone introduce you to it?" There were so many questions she wanted to ask him now, and none of them had anything to do with the interview she'd come for. They were questions born from quiet concern rather than journalistic curiosity, questions about the missing two years no article could ever explain. Her eyes searched his face for a moment before a small smile tugged at her lips. "i guess you probably won't answer that one either." She let out a quiet laugh, entirely unbothered by the silence. " that's okay." She pointed her chopsticks at him with quiet confidence. " you don't have to answer right away. I'm a very patient person, you know." The smile on her face softened as she looked back down at the steaming bowls between them. "I'll wait as long as it takes." She then picked up another bite before glancing back at him. "but for now, let's just enjoy the food."

[yuzhos]

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[urtypes]

                                    “      promise      i'm      trying      to      take      you      seriously      ,      but      you're      just      so      god      damn      cute      when      you're      mad      .      can't      blame      me      .      ”

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[eunwviie]

“ don't flatter yourself. ” the words leave her in a quiet huff as she folded her arms across her chest, chin lifting just enough to look offended, even if she knows he's trying to get a reaction out of her. “ i'm annoyed, not cute. there's a difference. ” a beat passes before she fixed him with a long, pointed glare, brows knitting together as if daring him to test his luck.“ and if you keep laughing instead of taking me seriously... i'm going to have to give you an actual reason to call me mad. ”

[eunwviie]

Every muscle in Juwon's body remained taut, her heart pounding so violently she could barely hear herself think. The moment he stepped away from the ledge, she instinctively caught his hand tightly, only allowing herself to breathe and let go once both his feet were safely on solid ground. " thank god ..." she whispered, pressing a hand against her chest. Then he started talking... and didn't seem to stop. With every sentence, her eyes widened a little more. goodness... that's a lot. She tried to keep up, mentally piecing together each problem as it came. One problem after another... how does someone even end up having such problems? by the time he finished, she could only blink at him for a moment. "... so," she began carefully, "your ex-girlfriend got to your future husband first... who she only met because of you, then your car broke down and would cost your savings, and you lost the role you wanted because you ended up as the understudy?" She breathed out as she cleared her throat, not really knowing what to say exactly and what to start with. " um give me a second, let me think." Her lips pursed thoughtfully before she suddenly looked back at him, eyes lighting up. " okay, your car first! I have a friend who's a mechanic! I can ask him to fix it for a lower price, and if it's still expensive, i'll cover half for now. you can pay me back whenever." She nodded as though solving each problem one at a time would somehow make the pile seem smaller. " as for your relationship..." She shook her head, her gaze drifted toward the ground as she absentmindedly ran a hand through her hair, forcing herself to think before she looked back at him. " i know it hurts, but... maybe it's better you found out now than after marrying someone who didn't deserve you, right? They seem like assholes anyway so maybe it's for the better!" She took another breath before continuing, " " and... the understudy role?" She paused, brows knitting together as she searched for something encouraging to say. " who knows? maybe that day the lead or someone else won't be able to perform, and they'll need you." She stopped for a moment, thinking before continuing, " and even if that never happens... maybe you can look at it as a chance to learn! every performance, every rehearsal, it's still experience, isn't it? It could help you land an even bigger role one day... maybe even the lead. you just have to be a little patient." Her nervous smile returned, hopeful despite herself. " see? There are other solutions than jumping... right?"

[lovesdraft]

“no,    but    you    know    what    it    actually    is?    i    read    his    birth    chart    ⎯    obviously,    i    read    both    of    their    birth    charts,    because    i    have    common    sense,    and    i    knew    we    weren't    compatible.    i    just    knew    my    life    would    go    downhill    if    i    played    with    a    virgo    stellium    and    ⎯⎯    huh?”    he    finally    stopped    talking,    a    voice    other    than    his    own    registering    in    his    ears,    and    he    blinked    at    her.    not    once    or    twice,    but    a    whopping    three    times,    and    then    a    fourth    with    a    little    headshake,    just    to    really    drive    home    the    point.    he    was    used    to    keeping    up    with    odd    ramblings;    he'd    been    entrenched    in    theater    since    he    was    nine,    so    weird    and    dramatic    things    were    his    bread    and    butter.    but    the    random    compassion    of    a    stranger    was    something    of    a    first.    he    took    a    few    seconds    to    just    stare    at    her,    then    a    few    more    to    actually    think    about    what    to    say.    “...you'd    do    that    for    me?    i    mean,    like.    no,    you're    not    doing    that    for    me,    but    ...    you'd    do    that    for    me?”    was    she    insane?    she    had    to    be.    shaking    his    head    again,    he    let    out    an    exhaustive    sigh,    hands    planted    on    his    waist.    “i    still    think    jumping    is    the    best    solution,”    he    disclaimed,    just    in    case    she    was    serious    about    that    part.    “but    i    suppose    i    could    ...    think    about    ...    considering    ...    ruminating    on    the    possibility    that    the    current    state    of    the    apocalypse    could    potentially    be    temporary.    very    long    shot,    but    i    could    be,    you    know    ...    at    risk    of    seeing    happier    days.    which    does    not    sound    realistic,    and    i    want    you    to    know    that,    but    the    other    option    is    that    you    go    around    offering    to    pay    for    a    stranger's    auto    repairs.    like,    gosh.    at    least    try    to    make    me    earn    it.    i'm    totally    into    the    sugar    daddy    ⎯    or,    uh,    mommy    ⎯    thing,    but    you    have    to    pitch    the    idea.    and    for    the    record,    i    am    not    encouraging    you    to    pitch    the    idea    because    i've    already    said    no,    but    i'm    just    saying.”

[eunwviie]

To say Juwon was overwhelmed would have been an understatement. She had never met anyone quite like him, like never; one moment she'd been convinced she was about to watch a complete stranger throw his life away, and the next he was talking so quickly she could barely keep up, each sentence somehow stranger than the last. Her eyes stayed fixed on him, lips slightly parted in quiet disbelief and in awe. He was dramatic, eccentric, oddly sincere, and somehow capable of turning a bridge intervention into a conversation about astrology, and whatever he was talking about, she lost focus for a second but one thing for sure and is that his choice of words were definitely... interesting. She couldn't tell if this was his way of coping or if he was simply wired differently, but one thing was certain; he was the most unique person she'd ever met. Maybe what happened to him had simply pushed him past his limit, or it also could be that's how he is usually, but whatever the reason, she couldn't bring herself to leave him, not after seeing him on that ledge. Somehow, despite knowing him for only a few minutes, she'd developed an odd sense of responsibility for him. Then, somehow, the conversation took an even stranger turn. Sugar daddy and mommy. Juwon simply stared, waiting for him to laugh and admit he was joking. When he didn't, a disbelieving laugh escaped her instead. " you know," she shook her head, "I genuinely never imagined I'd spend my evening standing on a bridge while someone tried to recruit me into becoming their sugar mommy." Another laugh slipped out. " yet... here we are." Folding her arms, she regarded him thoughtfully. " i should probably mention becoming a sugar mommy wasn't exactly on my life bingo card. besides..." she shrugged, "... i can't really afford that lifestyle." Her expression softened. "I can, however, afford to help fix your car. call it kindness." a second later, an idea suddenly clicked."actually, since you wsnt to earn it so bad," taking a small step closer, she looked him up and down as if seeing him in a different light. " my cousin owns a café, and he's going to be out of town for a while, so I'll be helping manage it until he gets back. i could actually use an extra pair of hands. It doesn't have to be permanent of course, just long enough for you to earn the money for your car repairs." A small, encouraging smile appeared. " and... I think staying busy would be better than being alone with everything that's happened to you. It might help clear your mind a little, don't you think?" Tilting her head, she met his gaze as an amused smile tugged at her lips. " although if you're really that determined to make me your sugar mommy... you'd have to come up with a much better pitch idea too. I have a feeling that option would take a lot longer to convince me." She lifted an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes. " so, i'd recommend considering the first offer instead. What do you say?"

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✧ HWANG INYEOP 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 .

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[themostexquisitelady]

KIM TAE RI photographed for Thursday Island, 2023

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MY ROYAL NEMESIS 멋진신세계 (2026)

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[niziui-a]

SPECIAL DELIVERY for @eunwviie, from geum hanuel.

“i'm  grateful  you've  considered  me  for  this  ...  project  of  yours,”  he  begins,  voice  lacking  any  energy  to  imply  the  words  mean  something.  his  gaze  finds  just  about  anything  to  look  at  besides  her,  thinks  she  sticks  out  of  the  monotone  dark  brown  and  black  scheme  he's  kept  for  the  past  six  years in a way that verges on unsettling.  “but  i'm  a  busy  man.  i  don't  have  time  to  entertain  you  all  day.”  his  back  manages  to  straighten  even  more,  perfected  posture  accompanied  by  a  hand  that  raises  and  gestures  to  the  door.  “if  you'll  excuse  me,  i  have  another  appointment  to  prepare  for.”

[eunwviie]

A small, utterly theatrical gasp escaped her lips as she stared at him, blinking twice in stunned disbelief. "you're really sending me away just like that?" she echoed, one hand rising dramatically to her chest. She had been trying to convince him ever since she'd stepped into his office, only for him to dismiss her with a simple gesture toward the door. Genuine offense flickered across her features as she searched his unreadable expression. He didn't even let me finish... It wasn't vanity, just pure bewilderment because most people at least recognised her and treated her with more respect. Were all the rumours true? That he was cold, distant... and nearly impossible to persuade? Judging by the way he had dismissed her without even a second thought, she had to admit... he was every bit as cold and aloof as people had described. Especially with his dark, plain office that reflected his personality perfectly, the lack of colour sent a small shiver down her spine making her purple blazer stand out almost painfully against the black and brown surroundings.

Taking a breath, she straightened her posture and returned her attention to him with the same polite, determined smile. " before you decide I'm wasting your time... shouldn't you at least hear me out?" she asked, her voice gentle. " i really need to prepare for my next role, and I can't do that by simply memorising my lines. I want to understand my character properly, which is why I came to you. i heard you were the best!" She tilted her head slightly, her expression softening silently pleading for him to give her just one chance. "I promise you I won't get in your way and you won't even notice I'm around. I'll be as quiet as a ghost." The seriousness in her eyes lasted for only a moment before a playful spark returned, a small smile tugging at her lips. " and who knows? Maybe I could actually be of great help to you too." Her eyes brightened with confidence. " you might be surprised."

[eunwviie]

eunha found herself studying him when he wasn't looking. Somewhere between following him through dimly lit streets and sitting across from him beneath the warm glow of the noodle shop, her curiosity had quietly changed shape. It was no longer about the retired athlete every magazine wanted to hear from — it was about the man sitting in front of her. The silence that clung to him felt older than the bruises scattered across his face, worn like a coat he'd forgotten how to take off. She couldn't help but wonder what the last two years had looked like ... had every meal been this quiet? had he been boxing underground all this while? had every injury been stitched together by his own hands? had anyone ever asked if he was alright, or had he simply learned to stop expecting someone to? There was something achingly lonely about him, like a house with all of its lights turned off despite someone still living inside.

Her thoughts drifted so far that she almost missed the moment he sat up. Without a word, he unwound the blood-soaked wraps from his hand, peeling away the stained fabric until battered knuckles came into view before quietly holding his hand out to her. She froze. "... wait." Her eyes widened, blinking multiple times, convinced she'd imagined it. "... you're actually letting me?" The surprise melted into a smile so bright it softened every feature on her face. Almost instinctively, she reached for the antiseptic and fresh gauze before gently cradling his much larger hand between both of hers. Up close, the damage looked far worse than she'd imagined; Split skin, dried blood caught stubbornly in the creases of his fingers and angry bruises blooming beneath his knuckles. "...You really did a number on these..." she murmured, her brows knitting together as she soaked a cotton pad with antiseptic. She hesitated, glancing up at him apologetically. " this is... probably going to hurt."

The warning had barely left her lips before she touched the antiseptic to the raw skin. Instantly, she was the one who winced, her nose scrunching and shoulders tensing as though she could somehow steal the sting away from him. Every movement of hers became impossibly gentle, each careful dab slower than the last, terrified of causing him even the slightest bit more pain. Without thinking, she leaned forward and blew softly across the fresh cuts, the cool breath almost instinctive. "...There," she murmured quietly and slowly, she wrapped the clean bandage around his hand, smoothing each layer with delicate fingertips to make sure it wasn't too tight. It certainly wasn't professional work; her medical experience extended little further than scraped knees and kitchen burns, but there was a tenderness in the way she handled him that no first-aid manual could ever teach.

" you know..." she began after a comfortable silence, tucking the final loop of bandage neatly into place. " you're really not a talkative person, huh?" A quiet laugh escaped her. " i've been talking for... honestly, i don't even remember how long now." She tilted her head, studying him with open curiosity. "... now I'm curious. I wonder what your voice sounds like." Of course she'd heard it before. During countless late nights searching for him, she'd watched every interview she could find, replaying old clips of the athlete the world used to know but that voice belonged to cameras and stadiums. She wanted to hear this one — the quiet man sitting across from her with tired eyes and bruised knuckles. " is it deep?" she wondered aloud before nodding to herself. "... probably." Another thoughtful pause. " or maybe it's actually really soft." She sighed dramatically. " i guess I'll never know." With one final adjustment, she lifted his hand slightly to admire her work before smiling to herself. " there. much better. " Tilting her head, she silently held one of the tiny pink cat plasters up between her fingers, then pointed at his nose with it, raising her brows expectantly. "...I think this one," she declared with complete seriousness. "...belongs right here. You can't just let it like that."

[lovesdraft]

it    did    sting,    a    counterpart    to    his    wounded    skin    in    the    same    way    a    papercut    sat    alongside    a    broken    arm:    lesser    than    the    original    injury    but    somehow    twice    as    painful    until    wind    blew    the    heat    off    of    it.    he    pressed    his    lips    together    to    stifle    a    wince,    and    somehow    the    sound    came    from    her    mouth.    the    sting    turned    to    befuddlement.    watching    her    became    a    more    involved    experience    than    whatever    agitation    sprung    from    the    wounds    on    his    hand.

and    he    didn't    have    the    words    to    admit    it,    but    the    steady    drone    of    her    voice    was    almost    comforting    in    the    otherwise    standard    scene    he'd    replicated    countless    times    over    the    years.    he    couldn't    pin    blame    on    anyone    but    himself,    but    it'd    been    years    since    he'd    sat    at    a    table    with    someone,    even    before    he'd    fallen    out    of    the    athletic    spotlight.    there'd    been    reporters    and    teammates    and    fans    and    opposing    players    who'd    sat    across    from    him    at    a    hundred    tables,    but    he    couldn't    remember    the    last    time    anyone    had    just    ...    been    with    him.    hot    topics    aside,    food    on    the    way,    their    only    concern    being    his    wellbeing    and,    as    it    turned    out,    the    voice    they    hadn't    heard    all    night.

for    the    life    of    him,    he    couldn't    make    sense    of    her,    but    he'd    be    hard    pressed    to    say    that    he    minded,    either.

his    eyes    fell    to    the    band-aid    left    sitting    in    her    hand.    seconds    crawled    by    leisurely    as    he    debated    ignoring    it.    the    normal    person    would    put    it    down    if    he    just    stared    long    enough,    but    she    hadn't    proven    herself    the    least    bit    normal.    sighing    through    his    nose,    he    accepted    the    band-aid    from    her    and    gingerly    placed    it    on    his    nose    before    settling    back    into    his    seat    again.    his    face    and    knuckles    would    heal    sooner    than    later,    but    his    back    would    feel    like    a    fresh    bruise    for    a    few    days    at    least.

“ ... thank    you,    miss    seo,”    he    finally    said.    “it'll    heal.    permanent    damage    is    bad    for    business    ⎯    theirs    and    mine,    so.”    so    it    would    all    mottle    and    sting    and    inevitably    fade.    he    was    walking    away    with    a    couple    of    bruised    ribs,    at    worst,    and    he'd    gone    home    with    worse    injuries    after    a    few    bad    races.    observing    her    through    tired,    low-lidded    eyes,    he    debated    what    to    do    with    this.    with    her.    “you    could've    gotten    hurt    a    lot    worse.”    because    in    what    world    was    it    a    good    idea    to    follow    a    man    to    an    underground    fight    club    in    a    shady    warehouse?    his    skin    crawled    just    thinking    about    it.

[eunwviie]

she had been fully prepared to laugh the whole thing off. She'd held the tiny pink cat plaster out for what felt like forever, already expecting him to ignore it until she awkwardly withdrew her hand and pretend she'd only been joking. Her fingers had just begun to retreat when his hand reached out instead. She froze once again —she'd honestly lost count by now — he managed to surprise her. Her gaze followed the quiet movement of his hand as he accepted the plaster without protest before carefully pressing it over the scrape across his nose. For a heartbeat, she simply stared. It looked almost absurd against the bruises and split lip, yet somehow... it suited him. It softened all the sharp edges everyone insisted he had. truly, the longer she spent around him, the harder it became to believe the stories people told about him. For someone who was supposedly terrifying, he had a strange habit of quietly indulging every ridiculous thing she asked of him.

Her eyes widened, eyebrows lifting so quickly they nearly disappeared beneath her fringe once he spoke. "... you talked!" she blurted, pointing at him as though she'd just witnessed a miracle before a bright laugh escaped her. " well... obviously you talk," she corrected herself with a grin, waving both hands dismissively. " i just thought you were committed to the whole mysterious, silent thing." Her smile lingered as her gaze drifted down to the fresh bandage wrapped neatly around his hand. "... still, you really should take better care of yourself. You can't keep patching yourself up like this every time." His next words, however, softened her expression. You could've gotten hurt a lot worse. "... that's true," she admitted after a thoughtful hum. " i've tracked down athletes who've disappeared before, but... " Her eyes wandered towards the street lamps outside the glass door. "... never one hiding in an underground fight club." A small laugh slipped from her lips. " i think I'm just... a little too ambitious." She shrugged lightly before looking back at him. "honestly, I wasn't even thinking about how dangerous it was." Her voice grew quieter, her smile gentler than before. " i was just really focused on finally finding you." The words lingered between them, unguarded and sincere, her eyes resting on him for a moment longer than they had all evening before she finally looked away.

As though suddenly remembering something, she reached into her satchel and triumphantly pulled out a small can of pepper spray, followed by a compact black taser. She lined them up proudly on the table between them like treasured collectibles. " see?" she declared, looking oddly pleased with herself. " i actually came prepared." She tapped the pepper spray. " this one was for if someone got too close." Then she pointed at the taser with complete confidence. " and this one? I was just going to zap them." She looked so earnestly convinced of her own plan that it was almost impossible not to believe she'd genuinely intended to take on an entire underground fight club with two pocket-sized self-defence tools. A quiet chuckle escaped her before she tucked them neatly back into her bag. " thankfully I didn't need either of them." Her eyes found his once more, warm with quiet relief. "... instead, I met you."

Before she could continue, steaming bowls began arriving one after another until the small table was nearly overflowing. Eunha blinked, watching the feast spread out in front of them before slowly looking from the mountain of food to him. "... is ... all of this for you?" she asked, genuinely astonished, then another thought suddenly struck her. Her brows knitted together as she looked back at him more carefully. "wait..." she said slowly. "did you ... not eat today either?" Concern quietly replaced the amusement in her eyes. Looking at the bruises covering him, then at the amount of food, she couldn't help but imagine him going through an entire fight on an empty stomach. "... you have to eat properly," she said with surprising seriousness, gently nudging one of the dishes a little closer to him. " how else are you supposed to keep winning if you don't feed yourself first?"

[eunwviie]

" how...?" Another shaky, breathless laugh slipped from her, the sound carrying far more nerves than amusement. " how did you know?" Her brows knitted together for half a second before she answered her own question with a defeated huff. "... actually, never mind. don't answer that. that's not what's important right now. i'm perfectly fine actually!" she insisted, though the slight pitch in her voice and the nervous twitch at the corners of her lips betrayed her immediately. she was desperately trying to appear composed. Because really, who in the world would listen to someone who looked more panicked than the person standing on the ledge? Drawing in a slow, unsteady breath, she forced herself to keep her eyes on him rather than the dizzying drop behind him. Then, more gently, she reached out a tentative hand, her expression softening into quiet desperation. " could you ... just come over here instead? please?" Her eyes searched his, silently begging him to listen, although seconds ago she was the one who told to not move. " we can talk. Whatever's going on, we'll figure it out together — just... not while you're standing there, please. "

[lovesdraft]

he'd    be    touched    by    her    determination    if    he    weren't    so    annoyed    by    his    thwarted    attempts    to    right    the    wrongs    of    the    universe.    making    a    noise    at    the    back    of    his    throat,    he    stepped    down    from    bridge's    ledge,    taking    a    hold    of    the    stranger's    arm    as    he    put    distance    between    them    and    the    water.    this    bridge    rarely    sees    traffic    at    this    time    of    night,    so    there's    little    risk    involved    in    taking    her    to    the    middle    of    the    road.    and    getting    hit    by    a    car    will    probably    just    as    effective    as    jumping    into    the    water    anyway,    so    he's    not    going    to    be    picky.    “listen,    i'm    suffering,”    he    dryly    remarks.    “my    ex-girlfriend    has    decided    she    gets    first    dibs    on    my    future    husband    ⎯    who,    you    should    know,    she    only    met    because    of    me    ⎯    my    car    needs    repairs    that    cost    more    than    my    rent,    and    worse    than    anything    else    that    has    ever    happened    to    anyone    else,    i    got    passed    up    for    the    role    of    nina    in    nina.    you    know    role    i    got?    understudy.    and    you    know    what    it    means    when    you're    cast    as    the    understudy?    it    means    you're    so    stupid    and    talentless    and    ugly    and    unloved    that    the    only    way    they'd    let    you    out    on    stage    is    if    a    meteor    hit    the    earth    and    wiped    out    everyone    in    the    cast.    so,    no,    there    is    no    figuring    it    out.    my    life    is    over.    please    go    away,    preferably    avoiding    all    heights    and    other    security    risks.”

[eunwviie]

Every muscle in Juwon's body remained taut, her heart pounding so violently she could barely hear herself think. The moment he stepped away from the ledge, she instinctively caught his hand tightly, only allowing herself to breathe and let go once both his feet were safely on solid ground. " thank god ..." she whispered, pressing a hand against her chest. Then he started talking... and didn't seem to stop. With every sentence, her eyes widened a little more. goodness... that's a lot. She tried to keep up, mentally piecing together each problem as it came. One problem after another... how does someone even end up having such problems? by the time he finished, she could only blink at him for a moment. "... so," she began carefully, "your ex-girlfriend got to your future husband first... who she only met because of you, then your car broke down and would cost your savings, and you lost the role you wanted because you ended up as the understudy?" She breathed out as she cleared her throat, not really knowing what to say exactly and what to start with. " um give me a second, let me think." Her lips pursed thoughtfully before she suddenly looked back at him, eyes lighting up. " okay, your car first! I have a friend who's a mechanic! I can ask him to fix it for a lower price, and if it's still expensive, i'll cover half for now. you can pay me back whenever." She nodded as though solving each problem one at a time would somehow make the pile seem smaller. " as for your relationship..." She shook her head, her gaze drifted toward the ground as she absentmindedly ran a hand through her hair, forcing herself to think before she looked back at him. " i know it hurts, but... maybe it's better you found out now than after marrying someone who didn't deserve you, right? They seem like assholes anyway so maybe it's for the better!" She took another breath before continuing, " " and... the understudy role?" She paused, brows knitting together as she searched for something encouraging to say. " who knows? maybe that day the lead or someone else won't be able to perform, and they'll need you." She stopped for a moment, thinking before continuing, " and even if that never happens... maybe you can look at it as a chance to learn! every performance, every rehearsal, it's still experience, isn't it? It could help you land an even bigger role one day... maybe even the lead. you just have to be a little patient." Her nervous smile returned, hopeful despite herself. " see? There are other solutions than jumping... right?"

[eunwviie]

"h-hey..." the word barely escaped her lips, scarcely louder than the wind that drifted between them. whatever composure she'd carried with her on the drive home vanished the instant she saw this man standing there. " d-don't..." she faltered, swallowing hard before finding her voice again. " don't joke like that." A shaky, dry and breathless laugh slipped out born entirely of pure panic. " it's... it's not funny." She took one careful step forward, no closer than she dared. " how about... we just talk from here?" Her eyes searched his face, refusing to look anywhere else. " just... please stay exactly where you are, okay? "

[lovesdraft]

turning    to    her    had    less    to    do    with    adhering    to    her    words    and    more    to    do    with    the    pure    bafflement    he    felt    at    the    panic    in    her    voice.    “well,    i    wasn't    joking,    but    now    i    feel    like    you're    more    of    a    risk    than    i    am.    are    ...    are    you    scared    of    heights    or    something?”    he    felt    no    such    fear    standing    on    the    ledge    and    imagined    she'd    feel    better    if    he    did    move,    but    for    the    sake    of    not    alarming    her    any    further,    he    remained    in    place.    “seriously,    i    feel    like    we    need    to    call    an    ambulance    for    you.    i    think    you're    turning    a    little    green.”

[eunwviie]

" how...?" Another shaky, breathless laugh slipped from her, the sound carrying far more nerves than amusement. " how did you know?" Her brows knitted together for half a second before she answered her own question with a defeated huff. "... actually, never mind. don't answer that. that's not what's important right now. i'm perfectly fine actually!" she insisted, though the slight pitch in her voice and the nervous twitch at the corners of her lips betrayed her immediately. she was desperately trying to appear composed. Because really, who in the world would listen to someone who looked more panicked than the person standing on the ledge? Drawing in a slow, unsteady breath, she forced herself to keep her eyes on him rather than the dizzying drop behind him. Then, more gently, she reached out a tentative hand, her expression softening into quiet desperation. " could you ... just come over here instead? please?" Her eyes searched his, silently begging him to listen, although seconds ago she was the one who told to not move. " we can talk. Whatever's going on, we'll figure it out together — just... not while you're standing there, please. "

[lovesdraft]

“sorry,    this    bridge    is    taken.¹    either    check    back    tomorrow    or    drive    to    the    next    one.”

¹ @eunwviie    from    whom    the    flowers    grow.    this    starter    is    between    heo    euijoo    and    a    muse    of    your    choice.

[eunwviie]

"h-hey..." the word barely escaped her lips, scarcely louder than the wind that drifted between them. whatever composure she'd carried with her on the drive home vanished the instant she saw this man standing there. " d-don't..." she faltered, swallowing hard before finding her voice again. " don't joke like that." A shaky, dry and breathless laugh slipped out born entirely of pure panic. " it's... it's not funny." She took one careful step forward, no closer than she dared. " how about... we just talk from here?" Her eyes searched his face, refusing to look anywhere else. " just... please stay exactly where you are, okay? "