Clown! what do you think the lookism characters would listen to? - 😈 anon
Hello anon <3
What would lookism characters listen to
Jake:
Jake would listen to Korean classics, and when I say classics I mean 80's and 90's songs, it reminds him of the songs her mother played when he was little, when he didn't had so much weight on his shoulders.
Song:
Kang San Ae - Like those lively salmon rising against the river
Gun:
He looks like someone who would enjoy calm music but then I thought of his violent side and maybe he listens to hip hop? and also then I remembered that he has a connection with Japanese culture and maybe he listens to Japanese songs?
Song:
If calm: Suzuki Tsunekichi - Yakubyou no kami
If he listens to hip hop: Jin Dogg - 街風
(Jin Dogg to me is one of the best Japanese rappers 10/10)
Samuel:
He looks like he listens to r’n’b
Song:
Dean - sometimes I hear howlin’ in my head
Goo:
First, I want to drop the headcanon that he had a phase were he listened to dubstep, now he enjoys every type of music, also I picture him now enjoying David Bowie (literally I wrote it on relationship hc)
Song:
David Bowie - Rebel Rebel
Daniel:
He enjoys local pop songs, maybe something cheerful.
Song:
Pentagon - Shine
Vasco:
He likes uplifting rock songs
Song:
AC/DC - shoot to thrill
Vin Jin:
Of course our glasses boy would listen to khh
Song:
VMC - the villains
Mary:
She enjoys today’s top female rappers.
Song:
Jessi - NUNU NANA
Zoe:
She listens to Doja Cat
Song:
Doja Cat - Kiss me more
Mira:
She is a popular kpop songs enjoyer
Song:
Wonder Girls - Why so lonely
Zack:
He enjoys to rap who can motivate him during training
Song:
Drunken Tiger - monster
Johan:
hear me out “GOTTASADAE” the song literally is made for him
Song:
BewhY - gottasadae
Sinu:
He gives the vibes of someone who listens to the Beatles or Rolling Stones.
Song:
The Beatles - Help!
Jay:
He enjoys popular music on the radio
Lil Nas X - montero
Jiho:
He listened to lil pump because he thinks he is cool
song:
lil pump - boss
Eli:
Doesn’t have preference, maybe something suitable for Yenna?
Song:
iKON - love scenario
Warren:
He listens to what like what and funny play usually, the songs that get more stuck in his head are TWICE songs
Song:
TWICE - likey
Sally:
She enjoys songs that reflect how she can feel
Song:
Olivia Rodrigo - jealousy, jealousy
Yeonhui:
Sinu played Rolling Stones so much that she ended liking them, still she also enjoys what’s popular on the radio
Song:
The Rolling Stones - Start me up
Yujin:
He listens to jazz or classical music
Song:
Chet Baker - almost blue
Olly:
He also enjoys khh, something to uplift his mood
Song:
VMC - 티키타카
DG:
He listens to his own music or music from his now company
Song:
GD - Crooked
Crystal:
Doesn’t have any preference maybe something in English
Song:
Amy Winehouse - you know I’m no good
Lineman:
He listens to drill
Song:
Russ Millions x Tion Wayne - Body
Jace:
Intellectual boy listens to A+ songs
Song:
Queen - Another one bites the dust
Leon:
Something maybe indie or grunge? or rock? or punk? : Alternative
HIIII idk if ur accepting requests rn, but if u are can i pls request samuel scenerios? like how he falls in love with fem reader? i really love ur writing btw!!
...I mean, technically, he did fall in love. Honestly, I wanted to wait until I got a better handling of his character before I wrote this, but c'est la vie, I got bored.
“You’re leaving?”
You nodded, uncaring.
Good—you won't have to be here when he showed his worst to everyone. Big Deal won't be the same without you, but at least, he won't have to hold back. It was better this way.
“Heading out before it got worse then?”
“Shut up, I’m not you.”
Samuel got you irritated but it made him smile. Better for you to get out of the way before it got too late before he became too consumed by his ambition to care about putting you in the line of fire.
“Shame about our unfinished business.”
You glared at him, saying nothing. The remaining of your belongings were packed tight in your luggage. You were really leaving and he had no means of stopping you.
Not if he wanted to live with what was left of his dignity intact. “How about a goodbye kiss before you go?”
“Kiss my ass, Samuel.”
Then, you were gone. The door slammed in his face and he was left with a gnawing emptiness he couldn't name. Jake offered to give him your contact information, but he ignored it. If it didn't come from you, then it was of no use for him.
He would be better now without distraction, anyway. You were another rock on the road that he tripped over, it would be fine in a matter of months.
Believing he'd get over you was the first step in recovery, the rest will fall into places with time. Yet, every time your name was mentioned, he couldn't help but pay attention.
It was something of a misstep.
He shouldn't have any attraction for you, not when it would be inconvenient to have any attachments for you in the long run. Even if he wanted to find flaws in you, he'd come up with nothing. Everything negative about you became positive in his eyes.
The apple of his eyes, you were.
He kept trying to understand, kept trying to figure you out, but you were elusive. You slipped in and out of his reach, not once did he succeed in taking hold of you. The dances began from the moment he met you and when you left, he thought it'd be over.
Then you waltzed into his life again, uncaring of how he felt about your absence.
“Didn’t know you'd come back, I'd have cleaned myself up.”
You were even more surprised about the encounter than he was. Had it not for him spotting you, he didn't think you'd stop to talk. Indeed, if you had caught winds of what he was doing upon your return, he'd not blame you for avoiding him.
“I see you haven't changed,” the insult spilt past your lips, but he didn't find fault in it.
He changed, he did. Seeing you again regressed him back to simpler times. Back when he didn't calculate his every move and measure every pawn around him.
“And you got even more beautiful, at least one of us got better with time,” he smiled condescendingly.
It got you irritated, he was glad something remained the same. “Lying snake," you sneered, “are you with the Workers now?”
“Yes, does that make us enemies?” He'd blame his attraction for you when it came to his blindness of your stance, but he knew better than anyone, you were always quick on your feet.
Quicker than him. “...I guess it depends on what will happen next,” you frowned, "you knew I came back for a reason but said reason haven't put me against you... yet."
“Indeed, for now, we are nothing but old friends,” his smile eased, more genuine, more subdued.
“Friends?”
Your confusion was cute, but he guessed it was better to call you old allies. Allies of convenience, it was. However, saying it would put too much distance between the two of you. He didn't want to admit that. “You haven't gotten into my bed, I can't call you old lovers,” he shrugged.
Briefly, your eyes widened. “...Not happening,”
What a surprise, a pleasant one, at least. “...You hesitated.”
“Not happening," you said again, firmer this time.
He thought you'd step away and snatched your hand before you did, you stiffened under his hold, but didn't make another move to leave. Samuel lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was early in the afternoon, a mental check of his schedule left him free for the rest of the day.
"What are you doing?" You glared at him pensively.
Samuel, however, remained unfazed. "We have... roughly ten hours."
"For what?" It was after that you began to yank your hand back but his grip remained strong. Escape wasn't easy, not now that he had you in his grasp.
"Until day end," he smiled easily, releasing your hand in time of your yanking, making you staggered back from the force, "ten hours for me to make you fall in love with me."
Once again, you glared at him. "I don't have time for this," you walked away from him, once again, slipping out of his reach. It was better to take your hatred than your reverence, easier to be hated than loved.
Because once he got a taste, he'd become addicted. Harder to let you go again than taking whatever he wanted, even if he had to beg.
do i have to name everything i write featuring samuel / lookism
You only saw the crew leader of the Workers once before, when you helped Joongoo with an errand.
Even back then, you didn't like the air of him. You didn't say that to Joongoo when he brought up the idea of working with them again, a year later, when your impression of the boy was only a faded memory.
If only you remembered what you experienced back then, you'd have thought twice about working with him. Eugene was the same unnerving he was back then, you didn't know how he accomplished it with only a smile.
Whenever Joongoo smile, you were only reminded of a clown, a bad one even. He was openly intimidating even with his cheer, his unpredictable was readable to you.
However, Eugene was the wolf in sheep clothing you wanted to stay away from, the unreadable one. Nonetheless, you agreed to Joongoo's plan, which landed you in Eugene's office at the odd hour of the night.
At least, you weren't alone, even if having Joongoo around was anything but comforting.
“Here are the profiles for the Workers, pictures of them were included,” Eugene handed the thick folder to you, layers upon layers of documentation held between the covers, “you should be able to recognize the executives on sight.”
He could've handed you a USB, but you guessed digital information were traceable. You'd know. “Will I receive a badge in the duration of my cooperation with them?”
“Only a gold one, sugarplum,” Joongoo grinned meanly, “black badges are exclusive.”
“I like gold better anyway, stinky,” you stuck your tongue out at him, unknowingly giving one of the photographs the chance to slip out, “wait, who is this one?”
You picked the item up from the ground, giving it a once over. Then, twice because the guy was stunning.
The man in the photograph stood somewhere in his early twenties, his hair slick back neatly on his head. You had to admit the suit did little to conceal his impressive physique, which complemented his cold features immensely.
His glasses looked a bit similar, however. “He looks positively spicy, is he the president of the affiliate? If you told me there was someone this hot, I'd have agreed to this plan sooner,” you teased Eugune but did not the confusion transpired between him and Joongoo.
The moment was extremely brief, but you thought you saw the corners of Joongoo's lips twitched.
“Please, check his name,” Eugene smiled demurely, it was unnerving.
At his command, you glanced down at the heavy brief weighing in your arms. Eugene didn't lie about the information he provided you with, every page of documentation included a picture of the personnel mentioned.
You only stopped flipping the pages when you saw one of the pages missing a complimentary personal identification.
“Hm? Samu...” You stopped dead in your track, you looked up at the other two, they were smiling. Well, Joongoo was grinning. “We will pretend that never happened.”
“I think you are a bit too late with that,” Eugene somehow reached sickeningly sweet with his statement. It sent a bad type of shiver down your spine.
To your dread, horror, and deepest fears, Samuel Seo in the flesh was standing at the doorway. “Pretend what never happened?”
“You didn't hear it,” you immediately snapped to attention, throwing Samuel the dirtiest of glare.
Instead of being intimidated by you, his lazy smirk only widened. “Hear what?”
“Exactly!”
“Samuel will help you assimilate with your new work environment, I assume it will be a... positively spicy experience for the both of you,” Eugene explained with the docility you believed was nothing but an act. You suddenly feared his sense of humour.
The god, or in this case—Eugene, must be having a field day making a fool out of you. Samuel looked nothing but delighted at the idea of your upcoming companionship. "Pleasure to work with you... partner," he drawled, "it will be like the good old days."
"We were never partners in the good old days," you grumbled, "Joongoo, did you set this up?"
You didn't know Eugene enough to throw any accusations at him, neither did you want to antagonize your new employer. However, in front of your confrontation, Joongoo only presented himself with his signature smile.
"Absolutely not," Joongoo chimed, "Eugene here heard of your past relationship with Samuel and thought he'd be a perfect fit for you, I had no hand in this."
"What past relationship? We only happened to—" You inhaled sharply, turning your glare back to Samuel. "Partners, then?"
Samuel offered you his hand, a gesture of peace or condescension. You never knew with him. "For the time being."
Instead of shying away from his challenge, you took his hand and immediately got tugged into a firm shake. The strength of his grip pulled you forwards, but your staggering was stopped by his other hand, grounding you down from your shoulder.
Your glaring really did nothing on him. "See, we're already getting along swimmingly," he snickered.
Times like these, you wished Samuel was cold to you. If he treated you like anyone else, you wouldn't have cared. However, he had to make it his task to make you an outlier. That was never a good thing, not when you had to work with him in the coming days.
Indeed, your days were already looking down. Maybe coming back was a bad idea, after all.
a bit random, but gun/goo (i'm okay with either) reacting to you showing signs of falling in love with another person?? perhaps they don't take their relationship with you seriously enough, so it ends up with the reader searching for love somewhere else. it kind of sucks because they've grown so familiar with your affection, and may even have fallen in love with you, but can't muster up the courage to say anything... at first.
Is it bad that I found these two very cute? Especially Jonggun with his hair down... immaculate. Joongoo under the cut!
Really, he should have said something. Anything. Then again, when everything was inadequate, nothing would work.
He thought a lot about it, times and times again. Always ending with regretting the time he spent mulling about something that couldn't be changed. Then everytime his mind didn't get clouded by thoughts of his businesses, it always drifted to you.
He was inexplicably drawn to you, the two of you knew that. Even Joongoo knew that, having to spend an ungodly amount of times with the both of you.
It was history, he guessed, the thread of history which tied the two of you together. It made him believe in the strength of your bonds, it made him complacent with the idea of your continuous presence in his life.
Until something disturbed the still water.
Once he noticed something was amiss, he couldn't sit and wait until it passed. No, he always needed to do something about it.
“I thought I said we shouldn't be doing this again,” despite what you reminded him, you were smiling against his lips.
“You did,” he admitted, “but I don't see you stopping me.”
Instead of answering him, you only wrapped your fingers around his neck, keeping him close to you. “Shut up and kiss me,” you whispered, “I don't want to be alone right now.”
He knew further argument would only push you away, so he relented, letting you have the upper-hand this time around. Sooner or later, he'd undo the mistake of letting you go that day. He'd not be foolish this time around.
Joongoo always complained about how obsessive he got when he became interested in something, but love was never in the equation.
Yet, he found himself bothered when your eyes weren't on him while you were with each other. The idea of you being with someone else was venomous to his mind, crawling away his sanity with unnecessary disturbance.
He shushed it out with other bodies, with names he never bothered to remember. Yet, every time, he was reminded of you. It was a poison eating away his soul, no one would have the antidote but you.
Jonggun vowed he'd get it, regardless of the cost.
“That didn't take long to fall back into places,” he inhaled from his cigarette, turning away from you when he breathed out the smoke, “guess he didn't mind that you're with me.”
He never beat around the bushes with incessant questioning, never a full barrage of them when he wanted to know something. He was always straightforward in his words, and that had always rewarded him. People talked fast when they were cornered, eager for an escape.
Jonggun knew how it felt to have his words holding the weight of the world and forcing people to unravel themselves.
Somehow, it never worked with you.
“None of your business,” you smiled easily, leaning over to kiss him.
He took your kiss, light and brief. Lighter than the bruising ones he left on your body when he made your toes curl and made you sigh in contentment.
That was not enough.
Jonggun shut out his cigarette into the ashtray he left at his bedside, freeing his hand to cradle at the side of your face. He kissed you this time, harder than before.
You sighed contently against his lips when he let you breath, but you weren't done talking. “Just because we're sleeping together,” the word again went unsaid, “it doesn't make my business yours.”
Your words against his lips were playful and sardonic, he couldn't help but feel you have cursed him. It was cruel.
When you pulled away, he decided, maybe this time, he wouldn't let you go. “Why him?”
To his surprise, you smiled with a bit of exasperation. “Why not?” You questioned him back. “He’s honest, loyal, and dedicated, what more would I want in a man?”
“But you don't know him,” Jonggun narrowed his eyes, challenge you to contradict his words.
You didn't. Maybe it was better if you did. “Sometimes I feel like I don't know you either.”
Surprisingly, he found himself smiling. “You don't need to know me,” he put his hand on your arm and slid up to your shoulder, “you don't even need to trust me.”
With that, he pushed you down on your back again, his smile was sinister when he hovered above you. “But not once, did I ever lay with you in false pretenses,” he said, “and as long as you're in my arms, you're mine.”
His sheer audacity elicited a mirroring grin from you. He knew you could match his gall, and you'd never waste a chance to humble him, that he knew. “My, when did you become a romantic, Jonggun?”
Jonggun almost rolled his eyes, but managed to keep his cool when he answered your question. “When someone made me realize I need to step up my game.”
“And what if I don't want to be yours only when I'm under you?” You teased. “What if I also wanted you to be mine?”
You tapped your finger at his lips, to your surprise, he parted his lips and bit down. However, his hold on your finger was gentle enough for you to pull back with ease.
“You can have whatever you want, but you should know what comes with the territory,” he pressed his forehead against yours, it was strangely cute, cute enough that you melted.
You could only smile after that. “You should know this isn't my first rodeo,” you reminded him, “worry about yourself.”
He huffed, resigned to his position. “Now, I worry for both us.”
“God, Joongoo is going to have a field day,” you covered your mouth in realization.
Apparently, you confused Jonggun. He lifted his head away from yours, clearly confused. “Explain?”
“...I might or might not have made a bet with him about us getting back together,” suddenly, you got sheepish.
“...You bet against us?”
“Listen.”
“Sugarplum, you have been spending a lot of time with Samuel lately,” Joongoo pressed his chin on your shoulder, bending his back in the process. The pose would be far more comfortable if you were in a standing position, but you remained uncaring to his whining, typing away at your computer.
“Now, you don't even pay attention to me,” he grumbled and rubbed his chin on your shoulder further.
Getting your attention was a small victory for him, but he knew he had a long way to go with how you glanced at him. One step at a time. “What? Didn't you want me to work with him?”
“Yes, but not if the two of spent the entire time working to flirt,” he pouted, “am I not enough for you?”
You snorted. “When did you begin to care about what anyone thinks? Besides, stop being nosy, we were only working.”
When you swatted him away, he couldn't help but whine again. Your audacity for trying to chase him out. “You don't love me anymore,” his grumbling was halfhearted, neither of you ever cared much about what came out of his mouth.
But then you shrugged, and he felt something lodged in his throat. That was strange.
Instead of staying to figure out what happened, Joongoo hurried out of your room, trying to escape from the unpleasant feeling. He never cared before, there was no reason to care now.
He thought it'd be better once he had you in his bed, that something would change when he heard you saying his name. It didn't go away, however. It intensified. The annoying ache in his chest.
Disturbing.
“Sweet pea, are you sleeping with him?”
Truthfully, he shouldn't be having this conversation with you while you were cuddling on the couch. Then again, he has always known himself for having an impeccable sense of timing. Even if those impeccable timing always put people into weird situations.
If there was any issue, that'd be a you problem.
“Who?” You fiddled with your phone, not entirely paying attention to his question.
“You know who,” Joongoo’s arm around you seized your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Samuel who.”
“You’re on this again?” You asked, a bit perplexed. “I told you, we're only coworkers.”
“Then tell him to stop eye-fucking you,” he grumbled, nose tucking into the crook of your shoulder, “I don't like it.”
Patting his head while he was spooning you was a task, but you managed. “Aw, is baby Goo Goo jealous?”
“Don’t baby talk me, I'm mad at you,” despite his protest, he leaned into your hand. “I thought we have something special.”
You couldn't help but laugh, “Joongoo, you specified at the beginning that what we were doing is strictly physical,” you reminded him, “that the most we can be is friends, I don't get why you're all dramatic about it now. We're not even together.”
“We are friends!” He argued while angling over you to rub his cheek with yours. “Friends who sometimes kiss and test out toys together, but I don't like it when you be friends with Samuel. He's very unpredictable and dangerous, you know.”
“Are you even hearing yourself?” You stared back at him, even more perplexed by his display. “Never mind, is this really about Samuel?”
Of course, he immediately recoiled when you confronted him. “I’m simply worried about you like a good friend, sugar. There are other guys out there who could treat you better.”
“Uh huh,” you deadpanned, “guys like you?”
You wouldn't really say going from Samuel to Joongoo is an upgrade, but you won't tell him that. He already made enough of a fuss as it was.
“Well, if I had to pick an example,” he grinned, delighted at the chance, “I’d say I’m the superior choice, don't you think?”
Yup, too easy. “Next time, bring flowers, and I will think about it,” you shooed him away, returning to your phone once more.
“Wait, what—honey bear, don't mess with my feelings like that!”
“Haha...”
He was grumbling again, inaudible things. You didn't know if you wanted to hear them, but you allowed him when he snuggled up to you anyway.
“I’m not jealous,” he tried to correct you.
Without the will to fight, you could only laugh in exasperation. “I know,” you agreed, “you don't have to reassure me, reassure yourself.”
“Ugh, you're so mean to me,” he squeezed you until you squeaked for that, “at least you love me, right?”
“Uuh, I guess?”
He squeezed you again, exactly where it tickled. “Say it properly, I'm going to kiss you until you do!”
You had not expected one of your missions with Samuel would begin with a helicopter on top of a tower. However, Eugene's instruction was clear, the two of you were meant to assist the downfall of the third affiliate.
“As far as sale goes, my second affiliate or first affiliate will take care of things,” Eugene’s command from the other line was a struggle for you to hear, trying to press your ear to the side of Samuel's headphones.
At least, Samuel didn't mind your holding onto him to overhear the conversation. If anything, he was far too focused to care.
“All right, Samuel,” Eugene concluded, “if you can put an end to this incident, I’ll let you run the third affiliate.”
Afterwards, the two of you were given orders for utmost discretion and the retrieval of the daughter. Guess that was the legwork needed for Samuel's plan to come into fruition, seizing control and becoming the president of the third affiliate.
Your role was an assisting one, a little safety measurement in case something happened and Samuel needed to spread out some manpower. It shouldn't be a problem with the intruders wrecking havocs, but the two of you were meant to stay cautious anyway.
Whatever it was... this has been the first you got the chance to fly a helicopter. One couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the idea. Even if working with Samuel made the situation a little boorish, you counted this to be one of the perks.
“I want to sit at the front,” you skipped towards the door, prying it open and poking your head inside.
Apparently, the pilot didn't expect anyone to show up at the side, because when you showed up, he only managed to give you an owlish stare.
You seized the chance to take the control of the conversation, giving him a disarming smile. “Can I sit here? I never got the chance to be on a helicopter before?”
The young man blinked at your flippancy, once, then twice, then he processed the situation and glanced at the corner of his eyes.
Samuel entered the cabin without much flair, compared to you, too familiar with the procedure. When the attention was on him, he only threw you a listless glance before shrugging. “Let her do whatever she wants,” he said, settling into one of the seats and closing the door next to him. “Give me my privacy, I need to change.”
“Sweet,” without waiting for the pilot to confirm, you clambered on the co-pilot seat, ignoring the flummoxed pilot.
“Please don’t touch anything, miss,” he warned you, to which, you only answered with a shrug.
“Don’t worry, I’m only here for the view,” you fastened the seatbelt and gave him another one of those innocent smiles.
Would've worked better if you didn't reek of a sinister sidekick vibe. Guess those were the downsides of your current role, at least, the view would be nice.
True to words, the moment the pilot took off, you were pressed to the glass window, admiring the view below with the unbridled fascination. The view of Seoul at night glittered underneath you, giving a mask of glamour far from the ugliness you had seen in the city.
You could consider this the view of those who lived on top of the world, too far removed from the lives of those beneath them. The Workers were indeed a mythical creature of their own, had you not been tangled within the wires of their machinations, you'd not have believed in their existence. Then again, from what you learned, maybe it was better to not know about them. Because once you got in, getting out of it would only happen when either you or the Workers go down.
You didn't intend the former to happen, no matter the atrocities they committed. These luxuries were the silver lining.
“This is gorgeous...” You muttered. “Hey, mister, you get to see this view every day? Do the executives get to use helicopters often?”
The pilot looked a bit flustered when he realized you were talking to him. “Not exactly, miss, it depended on days,” he scratched the side of his neck, steering the helicopter towards the direction of the hotel, “but the executives do move around a lot since we have a large base of operations.”
“Do you take executives for flight outside of necessities?” You turned towards him in excitement, unknowingly displaying your best puppy expression. “Like, sightseeing trip?”
“Well, I can't with the affiliate's helicopter but...” He blushed evidently even under the limited light, more than affected by your enthusiasm. “If you ever wanted to sightsee, I could find a way—”
“We’re here.” Samuel's intrusion evaporated any of the good energy between you and the pilot. He slotted himself between the two front seats, but his attention was solely on the landing pad of the hotel building.
Apparently, his single appearance was more effective when it came to reminding the pilot of his position. Neither of you was the focus of Samuel, but it felt suffocating all the same. You wondered if he knew how oppressive he was because you didn't think he could do that unintentionally.
Annoying man.
Samuel got down before you when landing, eager to move on with the mission. You, however, took the chance of his brief absence to press the pilot about his previous offer again. “Did you mean it before when you said you'll find a way?”
You asked again with that hopeful tone that shook away the pilot’s rigidity. He smiled nervously at you, keen on the idea but unwilling to commit. “Well, miss—”
Before he could finish the sentence, the door at your side opened, revealing Samuel stood waiting at the other side. He offered you a hand, beckoning you to get down from the helicopter. Without any good reason to protest, you pouted, taking his hand.
The door only closed with a bit too much force behind you after you walked down on the landing pad, Samuel was the one to blame but you didn't think he'd care.
He slid an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, “Don’t get too friendly with the employees,” he warned before dragging out a cigarette from his own pocket, “if you want to go on a joyride, I'll take you on one when we have free time.”
Samuel placed the cigarette between his lips before leaning towards you, earning him a glare from you for his audacity. However, that neither worked to move him or did anything of substance. No point in fighting him when you knew how stubborn he could be, you sighed and dug into his jacket to retrieve the lighter.
He only smiled meanly after you lit his cigarette for him.
“Our free time never correlates,” you mumbled.
“Then I’ll make them correlate,” he nudges you, “c’mon, I need to brief you more about the third affiliate, let’s not stick around.”
“Hmph.”
Had you been a little more perceptive, maybe a bit taller, you'd have noticed Samuel subtly looking back at the pilot afterwards. Because if you did, you wouldn't have missed the way his eyes narrowed at the other man, cold enough to chill his bones.
- Okay imagine just sitting somewhere like a bus or a restaurant.
- you hear someone setting behind you, but no big deal, cause that’s what happens in public.
- Samuel apparently doesn’t know his size or something, cause his buttons are really fighting for their life to stay closed. Like, really straying.
- anyway, he’s had a long day and just wants a drink. He does notice you, and you seem like good company while he gets drunk. Still, he knows that he doesn’t appreciate being approached by a rando, so he decides against talking to you.
- Or that was his plan.
- His shoulders were feeling a bit stiff, so he hoped to relieve some of that tension by streching his arms back.
- Big. Mistake.
- He didn’t expect the button the pop open. He didn’t expect the button the fly of either. You didn’t expect to get a headshot from a button against your head. You turn around to see what dickface would do that, when you see a button falling to the ground, and a massive guy staring at you with a mortified look. His blouse was open and it was not difficult to see why the button flew off.
- You pick the button up and offer it to him. “I think you lost this.”
- He wordlessly took the button from you and nodded in awknowledgement.
- “I’ll buy you a drink if you ignore what just happened.”
- Well, atleast the ice broke along with his button
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