☇ wolves have teeth

be soft. do not let the world make you hard. do not let pain make you hate. do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

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STRANGER DANGER.

     She’s nipped out and away from her manager and sisters only for a moment or two, just to pick up a bar of chocolate because god, was she craving it. There was just something about the way that it melted in her mouth that drove her crazy for it. So there she stands, with her back to the door, bent slightly at the hip over a display of chocolate. White chocolate, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, there was so much to choose from, how could she possibly choose one? The answer is, she doesn’t. Leaning further she picks out one of each until her arms are full and she can no longer carry anymore. That’s when someone begins to talk. At first she assumes it’s her manager “they’re for the staff..” she speaks quickly, lifting her gaze only to find out that she needn’t have. “I mean…” with a confused expression on her face, she shrugs, gesturing to how it would be quite difficult for her to take the note he offers. “my hands are kind of tied here mister.”

                 There’s ire sitting in the pits of his stomach, for once, his anger rather reasonable. Anyone would grow upset when they find their bike crushed in a heap of metal thanks to some careless driver. Honestly, he should not be surprised, considering the fact that this was South Korea. Drivers here were rather questionable and he often wondered how people were even issued a license to begin with. Even he knew how to drive better than most of the careless drivers he’s witnessed. 

                 Realizing that the other was struggling with the contents in her hands, he stepped back before looking around. The boy disappears, leaving her where she stood before returning a minute or so later. “Here,” he offers, a basket hanging loosely at the crook of his elbow. 

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KYUHYUN.

The apology comes as a surprise, especially when it actually seems genuine. For a moment Kyuhyun stares at Hanbin with a raised brow, as if unsure of what to say. Most young people will stick by their guns, refusing to understand when something they’ve said is wrong, hurtful, or offense. Kyuhyun himself had been one of those people–though his case was more out of carelessness than a lack of concern.

“It’s.. it’s fine, man. You should just.. not do it again. Take it from me. I’ve been an idiot most of my life. I’ve opened my mouth and inserted my foot into it more times than I can possibly count. People think I’m a douche.” The demigod shrugs, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck. He’s not normally a teacher and now that he’s taught someone a lesson, he feels somewhat awkward.

            Ironically enough, for someone who was on the path of self destruction, Hanbin liked to consider himself as a decent human being. He knew when he was wrong and how to admit to it. It just depended on if he was actually looking to get his ass beaten or not. The fact of the matter is, he may be young by nature, but rather he was mature for his age. He just spoke out of line and said shit that often got him in trouble on purpose half the time.

              Jaw fluttering for a moment, his dark eyes fluttered to him for a moment before he looked forward once more. “Us young generation, right?” There’s a dryness in his voice now, realizing how awkward the situation suddenly became. Wetting his lips, he raked his fingers through his hair. “I’ve been getting better about running my mouth, you know. Sorta.” 

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@yifxnn ; JIN.

     She’s indeed a strange one, he’d give her that. He has yet to figure out whether it’s a blessing or curse, but he’ll take whatever feasible cooperation he can get as he watches her leave, sitting for a long moment in silence alone before pushing his seat back, chair scraping gently across tile before being pushed again so he can work on cleaning. 

    It’s a simple few minute process and he’s back to pacing the kitchen, studying the scheduling blocks he had lined up for her and he almost wonders if maybe he had taken too many opportunities for her for the near future when he realizes there are close to little or no breaks in the upcoming days, all as a result of foolish planning and trying to expect the most in so little time. 

    “Time to go, Eunchae-ah.” He calls down the hallway from the doorway of the kitchen, adjusting his sling bag against his back before stealing a glance at his watch, hoping she wouldn’t catch him in his mild lie because he’s known women to be quite the time takers when it comes to dolling themselves up.

          [ WHILE IT WAS ] true that ever since she became an idol, getting ready for public appearances took more time than what she was used to before this life, she’s always moved with precision and haste. Time was something she valued and she has never been late to a meeting or practice in her entire career. No way did she plan on changing that now.

        Her make up was simple but complimented her features. Her make up noonas that helped her prepare for auditions and photo shoots often warned her that going too bold was dangerous. With her wig in perfect shape, she steps out of her room, bag hanging at the crook of her elbow.

         “Sorry, sorry!” She exclaims, folding her hands before her lap. It was easy to see why there was so much demand for the young idol. She was beautiful and mature looking, but with her Kokoro persona  even had a small edge to her look. “I’m ready when you are.” 

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@thrixe ; STRANGER DANGER.

It was a regular routine she had. weekdays is working in the pet store and Friday’s and Saturdays having time to partake in a few commercial or modeling requests they have for her. fortunately, she just had two today – one for some hair commercial and the other for a friends designer outlet. one down, one to go thank God — Chantara just really wanted to go home and take a hot bath before feeding King and falling on her bed to sleep… wait no, she still needed to finish watching that episode. damn.

Working on autopilot, slipping on her glasses to avoid any awkward conversations about how she left her contact in, no sir that’s my actual eye color thanks, she barely heard the other woman talking to her. tipping her head up, tilting it she let out a friendly smile. oh thank god, she thought today everyone was just in a pissy mood.

   ‘ Mm? Oh, oh yes. I have my last shoot for the day before I can finally go home. You? ‘

          [ THE IDOL AND ] model hopes she isn’t being too forward or was interrupting the other in any way. As someone who works in this industry full time, she knows how busy models can be. Any spare moments way from the flashing light was to be considered as a gift, a rare chance for yourself. So, Eunchae is more than pleased when she receives a positive response. 

          In actuality, she finds life in this world rather lonely. Not that she would ever admit to it. Even if they just become acquaintances, that was more than good enough for her.

            “I see. I just finished for the day, actually. Been at it since 7am.” Which was not unusual for her at all. “I heard that Yongsoon was the photographer for another shoot. Did you work with him today?” While she enjoyed Oh Cho-rim’s work, Kang Yongsoon actually held conversations with her and made shoots a lot more pleasant. 

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@divinefcx​ ; STRANGER DANGER

Often, he knew, people would reject him immediately, thinking he was a lunatic of some sorts. But Woojung always found a way to get through to people – whether they wanted their help or not in the end, was a different topic. Eyes fell on the boy’s knuckles, then the glass of alcohol and finally, on his face. He had a gentle face, troubled with the struggle of life, abandoned hopes and no real aspiration. Once, Woojung had been like this, maybe even now. Ordering a simple soda, the angel glanced at the other, lips pursed. “So what if it was? What would you do then? But thanks for letting me join you – I guess.”  For a while, both of them hid behind the curtain called silence, neither of them feeling the urge to talk at first. The wingless angel cleared his throat, fingers tightly curled around his glass and again, his attention was back on the other male. “Do you really want to pick up a fight here? I’ve seen you around, you’re quite the regular here. I pass this club every day before and after work, I either see you get in or out. Call it s y m p a t h y or not but for someone like you, you should go to other places, school, job … is this really where you want to be?”  The voice was calm and comforting, warm and not judging. “Heck, you can see it as a pickup line if you want, just come out of this place.” But what reason did the other have to trust him? None. At least, not from the boy’s perspective. Sighing, Woojung took out his wallet to show him his ID. “I’m a social worker, that’s why I came to you…” Which was only half of a lie. He was also a CELESTIAL being. 

          [ HANBIN HAS BEEN ] told many times that he can be seen as .... Intimidating. And yet, somehow, that does not seem to deter others from approaching him. Not that he necessarily hated people, but he valued his alone time even more. Especially when he came to the clubs ----- without his hyungs or crew. And even though it seemed like he was looking for a fight, how could he sit on by when someone was verbally berating someone else right before his eyes?

         “Nothing,” he responds, tone cold and chaste as he sips at his drink. The other can hit on him until he was blue in the face, it wasn’t like it would affect him. Hopefully he was not sensitive to rejection, however. Hanbin was not necessarily out on the dating scene, nor did he plan to be any time soon. In truth, he had way too much on his plate to worry about.

          When silence followed once more, he relaxed, more than comfortable to continue it. He has never been very talkative around strangers, and this would be no different. So, when he speaks once more, the rapper has to swallow down a groan.

         And then it all made sense. His body tensed, mouth suddenly dry. “ ... Who called you?” He asks, suddenly very defensive. Has his reputation caught up to him? While it was not unusual for boys his age to live on his own, he was under special circumstances. 

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STRANGER DANGER.

He really didn’t mind cooking something for the male if he was hungry or something. It was no trouble. Chaeseong didn’t find it to be a bother either having the male in his apartment and spending the night. He was sure the male wouldn’t do too well having to stay out there in the cold if Chaeseong didn’t find him out there. It was way too cold for someone to be spending the night outside in the cold. Plus, he was sure that the male would catch a cold or something if he had stayed out any longer. “It’s no trouble really. If you’re hungry, I can make you something. I really don’t mind. Or if you need anything just let me know.” He was trying his best here to make the male comfortable. It had been awhile since he had people come over to his apartment after all.

                    Even through the thick fabric of his jacket, the cold had bit at his skin. Wrapped its jaws around his throat. While he did have a home to return to, he was still a long way from home. While calling Injung had crossed his mind, he was sure his hyungs were tired of pulling him out of trouble. Slowly, his body turned toward him. Now that the anger has simmered down to something more calm, the rapper was really starting to feel the aftermath of his battle. “If you insist, I can use something small....,” he finally said, slowly moving toward the bathroom with slow steps. 

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STRANGER DANGER.

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Usually Chaeseong wouldn’t bring in a random stranger to his apartment, but considering how freezing cold it was out there in the streets and how late and night it was Chaeseong couldn’t just leave them. Plus, this person seemed to be injured and who knew what happened. He was letting the person stay for the night at his place and then go and have their bruises and injuries checked out the next day. Chaeseong didn’t ask what happened as he felt like he might be prying into something he shouldn’t and it was the person’s choice of explaining to him what exactly happened. Closing the door of the apartment Chaeseong figured he might give a tour of his apartment so the person knew their way around. “The bathroom is the last door on the left so you’re welcome to go take a shower if you want. Do you want me to make you anything? I’m sure you’re hungry. I know I may not look like it, but I’m actually a good cook.” 

                    It wasn’t uncommon for Hanbin to find himself in a tussle. In fact, he cannot go an entire month without the taste of blood in his mouth and bruised knuckles. How he has not been arrested yet was either sheer luck or a miracle. Even more miraculously is the fact that his sister hasn’t found out about him and his anger issues or how he hasn’t been killed yet. There was an ache in his bones, teeth chattering loudly, as he hugged his arms around him. When the other had found him, he questioned his kindness -------------- but was grateful nonetheless. As soon as they entered the small apartment, his dark eyes roamed about the building. It was quiet, nice, and more importantly: warm. “I... --” He speaks for the first time since he first questioned him and the walk over, “.... Thank you. A shower is enough, you don’t have to go through the troubles.” He was probably bothering him enough. 

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                 Two nights. It was just two nights. When she had agreed to dog sit her friend’s furry friend, she had not expected it to be this difficult. Don’t get her wrong, she loved all animals dearly ———– but there was such a thing as poor training. She warned Hansoo about spoiling her dog, and this is what happens.

                          “biscuit!” She calls out, scolding in nature. In truth, Eunchae felt bad for the dog. That poor, poor German Shepard stuck with a name like Biscuit; she felt like that was borderline animal cruelty. Tugging on the leash with surprising strength for her size, she pulls the canine back and shoves his butt down. “no, no! you do not bark at people. when you say ‘ hi ‘ you have to do it nicely, okay?” Her tone was firm and strong, which seemed to get to the dog before she glanced up apologetically at the other.

                      “i’m so sorry about him. he… gets excited with people. especially with men for some reason. he doesn’t bite, i swear.”

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